#House of Ronald

[styleofdiamandis]

PHOTOSHOOT: FOAM MAGAZINE

If there was a way to sum up the "Electra Heart" era in fashion — I think this shot did the job

On July 7th, 2012 Marina Diamandis was photographed by JUCO for Foam magazine in Los Angeles. Glam by Amy Chance, hair by Aaron Light and manicure by Michelle Saunders.

Simple as it may be, this is precisely the look, the beauty, and the styling I would have selected for this shot. Powerful in its stark simplicity. 

For our first look, she wore this lime-colored slip dress ($295.00 - sold out) with contrasting black lace details from Emerson's Fall/Winter 2012 collection.

Jeweller Erica Courtney seems to have been assigned as the official bauble provider for this editorial, as Marina dons several of her pieces such as these white pearl, yellow-gold and diamond drop earrings ($31,700.00 - sold out).

For the next set of photos, Marina is posing on a bed while wearing Aussie label SHAKUHACHI's mint-green and pink lace block cut-out dress ($525.00 - sold out).

As in jewelry, the Greek-Welsh beauty rocked a pair of Jared Jamin's green flower and pearl drop earrings ($220.00 - sold out), along with Erica Courtney's platinum and diamond white pearl fancy charm necklaces ($10,000.00 - sold out) and 18k gold and diamond London blue topaz Zoey ring ($7,200.00 - sold out).

Marina completed her girly ensemble with these to-die-for metallic green penny loafer pumps ($275.00 - sold out) by Fornarina.

This retro-inspired look includes a vintage beaded and fringed cream pencil dress which was paired with the stylist's own sheer silk scarf and jewelry by Erica Courtney which included the Super Cool gold coin charm bracelet ($20,000.00 - sold out) and Pillow Top ring ($19,000.00 - sold out).

My favorite look of this editorial includes Marina wearing these apple-green and purple cut-out lenses – fruit of the collaboration from Prabal Gurung and Linda Farrow for Prabal's Spring/Summer 2012 runway!

I wasn't able to ID her outfit down but Marina wears yet another stunning design by Erica Courtney. On her, we can spot a blue topaz version of these romantic chandelier earrings with diamonds.

For the penultimate look, Marina posed outside while wearing her stylist's own beaded vintage cardigan on top of a vintage white silk blouse, and vintage grey leather daisies-embroidered belt sourced at Modern Vintage Today.

Her white and black polka-dot organza circle skirt ($450.00) was created by emerging designer House of Ronald.

This very feminine look was further enhanced with the Serefina Dagger stud earrings ($50.00 - sold out) and her aforementioned Fornarina pumps.

For the final look, things get bright and pink with this SHAKUHACHI neon-pink poplin blouse ($263.00 - sold out) which Marina paired with a vintage rose lace pencil skirt from Hot Mess Vintage.

The jewelry for this look is by none other than Erica Courtney and featured the namesake Erica diamond stud earrings ($11,000 - sold out) and Shayne pearl and diamond pendant necklace ($44,000 - sold out).

Last but definitely not least, Marina completed the look with these Kurt Geiger Spring/Summer 2012 white and pink perforated leather platform wedges!

[colbertt]

[hpseeker99]

Hermione: Why are you following me? Ron: Because we’re dating now? Hermione: Okay… what about Harry? Ron: We’re a package deal Harry: Buy one idiot, get one free

[saintmalosunsets]

Band of Brothers but it's just Speirs stealing stuff

[rainydayathogwarts]

need dom ron to overstim reader please🙏love ur work🤍

I'm genuinely so sorry it's taken me this long to answer this request but i took freedom with it because I felt like writing for him! enjoy :)

A harsh spank on your ass had you crying out in the dark, empty dorm. "Who told you that you were allowed to stop?" Ron's hands tightly gripped your hips as you slowly rose off his laps, your thighs shaking as you dropped back down his dick, whining loudly. Ron tried swallowing his groan, a shaky breath escaping instead as he chuckled, shaking his head at you, his bright hair sticking to his forehead. He watched you drag yourself on his cock, desperate for your own release, frustrated tears picking at the corner of your eyes. "Ron please, please" You begged, your head dug into the crook of his neck.

"God you're so desperate. Already've come twice and you still want more" He mocked, securing the hold he had on your hips before he planted his feet on the bed and started harshly bucking his hips up into yours. You moaned loudly, hands gripping his shoulders, nails digging into his skin. Your pussy clenched at the sudden friction and Ron moaned, his head thrown back against his pillow as he helped you bounce up and down his girthy cock.

One of his hands came up to your tits, groping at them and pinching your nipples, listening to your moans get higher in pitch. You were close. The other hand came down to teasingly play with your abused clit, and you held onto your boyfriend's shoulders for dear life, feeling his eyes on you like a hunter would eye his prey. "Look at me" He growled. "Have to see your face when you come or else I won't let you cum at all." He panted. Your gaze found his and Ron audibly moaned at the look of pleasure you had plastered on your face. His voice was like a trigger and your mouth fell open as you moaned loudly, your cunt clenching around your boyfriend's dick tightly, triggering his orgasm too.

He flipped you over without struggle, fucking you into your orgasm so you could ride it out. Your hands immediately made their way back to his back, and you were sure there would be scratch marks left there in their wake. "No more- Ron- can't" You cried out, pushing at your boyfriends chest while he slowed his thrusts down. He pulled out of you with a groan, immediately started to leave kisses down your body to make up for the manhandling he had done. It was only when the kisses continued down your stomach and to your hips that you gasped, saying "Ron don-" "I'm just gonna clean you up babe, okay?" But the way he threw a forearm over your hips to keep you still told you otherwise.

He started by pressing kisses on either side of your thighs before immediately licking a bold stripe up your pussy, tasting both of your juices combined. You both moaned in unison, and tried to close your legs around Ron's head. He continued licking up your cunt, his tongue dipping into your entrance before he started harshly sucking on your swollen clit. That had your hands flying into his wild hair, tugging at it harshly while you started crying out your boyfriend's name again. "Ron!" His fingers took his mouth's place on your clit and he rubbed aggressively at it, while the softness of his words completely contrasted his movements, "Last one baby I promise. You're doing so good f'me." And as soon as he finished his sentence, his mouth was back on you, running his tongue over your clit. Your hips bucked up into his face, the movement controlled by his arm holding you down and your thighs started shaking all over again, and you orgasmed again, drenching Ron's face.

You panted loudly, grip loosening in Ron's hair and you whimper softly, watching as he licks his lips, then crawls up the bed to press his lips against yours in a passionate kiss, letting himself put most of his weight on you. He peppered a few soft kisses onto your skin then pulled away from you to sit up on the bed beside you. He looks down at you with a loving look on his face, which turns to concern when you don't say anything. "Baby? I wasn't too harsh on you was I?" You finally look up at Ron and grin, shaking your head at him. "No, but you're going to have to carry me around tomorrow because I sure as hell won't be able to walk.

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mdceleste: September is Childhood Cancer Awareness Month and it's an important reminder that cancer does not discriminate and is on the rise. While brilliant minds are working hard to unearth a cure, Ronald McDonald House New York provides around-the-clock care and support for kids and families who travel to NYC for treatment. It's a privilege to work with them to create some happy moments and special memories while they're far from home and battling unimaginable hardship. I want to thank Sebastian for always thinking of the kids and asking how he can help. Don has also gone above & beyond to help raise money and awareness for RMH-NY and last week they came out to spend a fun-filled day with the families. These are some of my favorite behind-the-scenes moments from our summer sundae event. The afternoon was filled with so much laughter and I can't thank them enough for their love, patience, time, and kindness. Thanks to @lisastaryakphotography for taking these beautiful photos and @forcupsakesnyc for the delicious custom Captain America / Winter Soldier cookies! 🙏❤️🎗️ #throwbackthursday #sebastianstan #donsaladino #childhoodcancer #pediatriccancer #advocacy #forthekids #mdcproductions @rmhnewyork

[gummybearinthehouseee]

ron: on a scale from one to ten, how bad of an idea do you think it would be if we got married?

harry: off the charts. lets do it.

[fanfictiondramione]

Like a moth to a flame I'll pull you in, I pulled you back to What you need initially

'Cause he seems like he's good for you And he makes you feel like you should And all your friends say he's the one His love for you is true

But does he know you call me when he sleeps? But does he know the pictures that you keep? But does he know the reasons that you cry? Or tell me, does he know where your heart lies? Where it truly lies

Right here with me, babe Where it truly lies In my bed, babe In my arms, babe Where it truly lies

Moth To a Flame by The Weeknd (feat. Swedish House Mafia)

[cherryslyce]

Second Son (Epilogue) | Regulus Black

Series Synopsis: Forbidden from contacting Harry over the summer, you opt to explore the eerie halls of Grimmauld Place where you stumble upon a lonely portrait of the House's second son.

— Chapter Synopsis: The new era. The end of one chapter, and the beginning of another.

Part XIX / Series Masterlist

Pairing: Regulus Black x GN!Reader

Notes: Thank you all so much.

You peer out of the fenestrated walls, eyes glazing over the faint swinging of wooden signs and veranda covers. The ambience around you swirls like a sheer veil as you lean back into your seat, sighing out blissfully as your cooling charm beats with fervor, shielding you from the blistering heat of the summer day. 

Dragging your eyes away from the bright view, you run your finger along the thick cardstock in front of you. The blocky letters begin to fade into the background of snowy mountain caps and faded waterfalls as you continue to trace your eyes over it. 

‘Greetings from OREGON’ 

You flip the postcard over and swipe a finger across the swirly letters. 

‘Hope you’re well, kid. - A. Fiske’ 

A sudden thudding noise echoes across from you, and you slowly shift to sit straight as your eyes drag themselves away from the letters. You tilt your head with a coy smile as your companion leans back to get comfortable, evidently miffed by the unrelenting heat waves. 

“Good to see you, B.” You smile saccharinely, fingers dancing along the chilled cup in front of you. 

Blaise rolls his eyes and places his own drink down on the table—iced americano, simple, bitter, and everything that Blaise wasn’t. You would never understand his fascination with the drink. He huffs before smiling sarcastically at you, “Yes, how long has it been? Two days?” 

“Don’t whine, it’s unbecoming.” You mutter playfully, twirling your straw around the rim of your cup. 

“Merlin, you’re even starting to sound like her. Really, no wonder mother finds you so endearing.” He tuts as he throws his elbow back to rest on the back of his chair. 

You chuckle and shake your head, “Okay, let’s digress then.” You lean forward and cross your legs, “How is Draco doing? Theo is irritatingly uninformed on the topic.” 

“He’s alright, thanks to you and Potter anyway. His father might not be facing a long sentence, but many of the elected Wizengamot heads are shifty even with your statements. Lucius Malfoy has been a slippery eel for a few years too long.” He hums, face unflinching as he sips on his potent drink, “How the mighty have fallen so.”

Nodding, your voice drops lower as you survey the rest of the cafe, “Azkaban will still do a number on him even with a lighter sentence. Narcissa is worried.” 

“As she should be,” he replies curtly, “and speaking of Azkaban, how is Lord Black nowadays? He’s become quite the hermit. Is he faring well?” 

You sigh and rub your chin, “Yeah, he’s just been busy with remodeling. He’s still quite miffed that Reggie and I decided to move out.” 

“At least he has Potter with him.” Blaise supplies, eyes darkening in rumination at the mention of Regulus. He levels you with inquisitive eyes, “Before I forget, what should I send over?”

Furrowing your eyebrows, you hum, “How do you mean?” 

“Your house warming gift, daft one.” He rolls his eyes lightly. 

“Just bring your lovely self.” You huff out. 

Blaise crosses an ankle over his knee, “A vase then.” 

“If it clashes with the aesthetic then I’m tossing it into the basement.” You warn jokingly, smiling widely at your friend. 

He shakes his head with a muffled chuckle, “No worries. Anyways, you still need to unpack, right? Need any help?” 

“Oh? Work not keeping you busy enough?” You rest back against your chair, head bleeding with thoughts about how taxing work has been in the past few months with the Ministry trying to dial the reconstruction process to an inconceivable pace. 

Blaise groans at the reminder, taking a long sip of his drink, “Merlin, they should rename the whole Department! Department of International Magical Cooperation? What a joke, all they do is sit in an oval and squabble.” 

You throw your head back to laugh, a feathery light bubble of relief expanding in your chest. It was mind-boggling to think that not even a year ago you were all fighting for your lives, and now the same backdrop of fear that followed everyone around for so many years had disintegrated. People strided through halls and streets with lifted shoulders and bright eyes, war-hardened, but jovial as their burdens gave way. 

Blaise had worked his way up the Department of International Magical Cooperation, often leaving meetings with a sharp migraine and dwindling hope in the frequency of common sense. Theodore was faring well, now a highly revered Unspeakable for the Time Branch, all made possible with his swift denouncement of his father. Draco was the more withdrawn one out of the three, but you held out hope for him, having corresponded with him over his budding fascination for Alchemy. 

You found that your new friends were on your mind often, and you were endlessly grateful to them as they took Regulus’ reintegration into society with stride, often giving you advice on how to politely tell inquisitive reporters to bugger off. Meetings with them were slowly becoming a rarity as all of you became engrossed in work, but your friendships remained resolute as you all quickly became each other’s closest confidants. 

Luna wrote to you often, and you sent her trinkets and snacks by the dozen, finding yourself constantly worried that others would mistreat the girl with the absence of your friend group. Luckily, the girl found a friend in Ginny, and you were looking forward to reuniting with her during her Summer Break. 

Harry and Ron were inducted into the Auror ranks by Shacklebolt only a few weeks after the war. You had your reservations about their decision to jump into such a high-risk job, the stench of carnage and battle throbbing like an open wound, but they insisted that they would never be able to focus enough to finish school. 

On the opposite side of that sentiment, there was Hermione. She had quickly delved back into Hogwarts’ curriculum amidst its reconstruction, and was now looking to you with hopeful words about beginning her own sabbatical. 

You had published your research under both yours and Regulus’ name, omitting information about Regulus’ discovery of sentient portraits as a precaution for the future. 

You both respected Anders’ wish to leave his name off the cover and the research, but he failed to warn you against leaving his name anywhere else, so simply on the first page of your book, you dedicated the findings to him and Asger with a simple ‘For A. & A. Fiske.’ 

The research was groundbreaking, to say the least. You wouldn’t be able to forget the swaths of letters and documents from the Ministry, and one very heated missive to you from Blaise about how he was even more swamped with work, many foreign countries reaching out to inquire about the findings. 

It all paid off though, the royalties you and Regulus got would sustain you both for the rest of your humble lives, and the boost on your portfolio made getting a job in the Department of Mysteries a cakewalk. 

Once the sun rolled across the cloudless sky, the singing blues morphing to hues of pinks and purples, you bid your friend goodbye, wishing him luck with work and promising to gather with the rest of your friends the following week. 

You were certain that apparition was the most useful skill you had in your toolbelt, and you couldn’t fathom how you managed to survive the majority of your life without such a feat. As your shoes pad against the pavement, the bristling of leaves skidding around you, you let out a content sigh as you approach your destination. 

It was the closest thing you had to home for so long, and it still felt like safety and comfort despite the sudden heaviness of your own house keys in your pocket. As you pop the door open, head peeking around the heavy wood, your face lights up as a figure comes into view. 

“You’re home!” You exclaim excitedly, stepping inside with a wide grin. 

Harry approaches you and gives you a fleeting hug, hand raising to adjust his glasses as he pulls back, “Yeah, Tonks let me off early. How was your meeting with Blaise?”

“Good,” you draw out suspiciously, eyes narrowing as you both pace through the dim walkway, “how’d you know about that?”

“Regulus.” He answers simply, eyebrows raising in tease as you huff. 

You both cross into the threshold of the kitchen, stopping in your tracks as you see countless manuals splayed across the wide berth of the table. Regulus and Sirius are both hunched over in their seats, flipping furiously through the catalogues. 

“Some light reading, Sirius?” Your voice rings out playfully, body already moving towards your squinting boyfriend. Both men shoot up from their positions and blink owlishly at you and Harry, the sea of papers long forgotten. 

“Furniture shopping, pup!” Sirius replies with a tired grin as he stretches his arms over his head. 

Regulus rises from his chair and meets you halfway, arms wrapping securely around your body as he burrows his face into the crook of your neck. A few more moments pass by before he cranes back and blinks slowly at you, “Birdie.” 

You run a hand through his curls and smile lightly, “Love.” 

Regulus keeps you secure to him as he moves to drop back down into his seat, leaning his head against your stomach as you remain standing. Your eyes drop down to look at the varying bleak images on the shining white pages. 

Raising your eyebrows, your eyes drift around an image of a steep bookshelf with two glass doors, “Is this for us or Sirius?” 

Sirius leans back in his seat and rubs the bridge of his nose, “Your place. Reggie helped me pick out a few pieces earlier.” 

Your eyes wander around the aged cabinets and drabby wallpaper, trying to envision the space in a remodeled visual, one that would be Sirius-esque rather than screaming of cobwebs and medieval torture. You smile minutely before reaching a hand out across the table, bringing your other hand to card through Regulus’ hair as you mutter quietly to the tired man across from you, “I’m happy for you, Sirius.” 

The man reciprocates your smile and clasps his hand in yours, “Thank you, pup. I’m happy for you too,” he huffs and glances at Regulus, who remained immobile against your stomach, “the both of you.” 

The tender moment continues for a few more beats before Harry slowly leans on the seat next to Sirius’, eyes scrutinizing a forgotten pile of booklets off to the older man’s left, “Sirius, where are we going to put a lion table?” 

You snort out a muffled laugh as the man swivels over to his godson with beaming eyes, knowing that Harry would be whining to you later about Sirius’ ineptitude at interior decorating. 

“You should start cleaning up, Remus will be here soon for dinner.” You murmur with a pointed look at the trio. 

As the final outlines of the sun slinks away in the horizon, you and Regulus bid farewell to the occupants of Grimmauld Place, intent on spending the rest of the night in your home. It was fortunate that Regulus had managed to set up the floo network to your home only a matter of days before, and the journey back left little room for complaints as the green flames dragged away from your vision. 

You step out into the darkness of your study room, ears perking imperceptibly when the network flares again as Regulus joins you. The twilight sky filters into your home, dimly illuminating the barren room. 

“We’re home.” You mutter with a content smile. 

Regulus slowly pads towards you, wrapping his arms around your waist as he sways you both. Your eyes are drawn to the French casement windows behind the desk, getting lost in the sight of the dancing flower field. 

“Shall we head to the cliff, birdie?” Regulus muses, eyes following your gaze as he drifts into rumination. 

You nod and reluctantly step forward, pivoting on your heel and dropping a hand onto Regulus’ arm, “I’ll meet you at the front? I need to drop off a few things in the bedroom.” 

“Of course, baby.” He leans over to capture your lips in a soft kiss, hands dropping to your hips as he lightly grips onto you. 

Humming against his lips, you slowly pull back and rub a thumb across his cheek, “I’ll be quick, promise.” 

He pecks your lips again and gives you one last squeeze before he slowly backs away, shooting you a warm smile as he makes his way to the entryway. You retreat from the study room soon after, making a sharp right turn as you pace towards your shared bedroom. 

Regulus had been the one to bring up the idea of getting a beach house, assuring you that he was unsettled by still water and not turbulent waves. It was a quaint building, one that sprouted into the center of a lustrous flower garden, and you both knew it was the one when you toured it. Just a short walk away from the blooming fields, a precipitous cliffside broke away and loomed over a thick landing of sand, giving a small brief from the swaying waves 

As you enter the lusterless room, you shed away your bag and walk towards your bedside table, propping the Oregon postcard against your lamp. Atop the same white bedside table sat Regulus’ old golden frame, now whole and without trace of ever having been shattered. Under the frame, the folded piece of paper that Regulus had given you the night after you bought the property peeked out. 

You grasp both items in your hands, and smile lightly as an idea formulates in your head. 

“Kreacher!” You call lightly. 

The house-elf pops into the bedroom with a curious frown, teetering towards you as you extend the items out. You fish out your wand as Kreacher grabs the frame, muttering a faint engorgio at the rectangular object. The frame wobbles in the elf’s grasp before slowly stretching to nearly thrice its original size. 

“Could you possibly frame this note for me? Maybe above the headboard?” You request with a small smile. 

“Kreacher will do that.” The house elf nods and begins to fiddle with the frame. 

Your eyes run across the note one more time before you hand the slip to the elf, making your way out to Regulus with a fleeting farewell. The boy has a jacket slung over his arm as he waits for you by the door, carding his hair back as a flicker of joy flashes through his eyes when you appear in his line of sight. 

“All ready?” He murmurs once you reach him. 

“More than ready.” You reply with a hum, leaning to peck his cheek. 

The trek towards the cliffside passes by in the blink of an eye, and you’re left with butterflies in your stomach as Regulus picks several tulips for you along the way. By the time you’re close enough to the ocean to hear the crashing of waves, you are left to huddle close to Regulus for warmth. 

The sky begins to darken above you, but you give no protest when Regulus drags you to sit down on the ground. He peers up at the sky above him, eyes tracing across the faint twinkles of the approaching stars. 

You bring a hand to trace his chest as you do the same, cradling the flowers to your side as you begin to sift through the reel of memories in your head. 

“I love you, birdie.” Regulus whispers into the air, his arm moving to rest on your waist. 

You smile widely and press your face into the crook of his neck, “I love you.” 

And as you both laid under the stitches of glowing stars, sharing tiny whispers and shielding each other from the brutal winds, back in your home, Kreacher makes the last adjustments to the new wall decor. 

Kreacher mutely assesses the space as he backs out, the elf’s head full of future possibilities.

It was peaceful. After so many years, he felt at peace.

The door closes with a faint click just as the stars peek through the bedroom window, reflecting off the glowing frame. The swirls of inks encapsulated in the shining beams dance amongst the canvas of the wall. 

‘29 October, 1979

I wonder what being in love feels like. 

26 April, 1999

Love is like flying freely from the inhibitions of your burdens, where your person is your wings, your eyes, and your heart; you soar freely with the knowledge that they will carry you above the storms of doubt. I no longer wonder because now I know.’ 

Fin.

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House (1970) built for himself in Dublin, Ireland, by Ronald Tallon

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harry potter wallpaper

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#OnThisDay in 1981 Sesame Street LIVE performed at the Thanksgiving Party at the White House.

Photos Courtesy of the Ronald Reagan Presidential Library

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have you done your daily click

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"To cement the bond that binds our happy little family together..." The Talk of the Town (1942) | George Stevens

[deadpresidents]

What's been your favorite Oval Office layout?

I liked President Clinton's Oval Office because I feel like the colors really popped out at you, especially with the blue carpet:

Clinton's Oval Office also kind of reminds me of the Bartlet Oval Office in The West Wing, although the Oval Office in The West Wing was always super dark for some reason. I know some readers are going to be surprised that I didn't choose LBJ because LBJ is always my answer when it comes to favorites, but the 1950s, 1960s, and 1970s decorations weren't great. It is funny, however, to see the giant TVs -- one for each of the three television networks at the time -- that LBJ had in his Oval Office because he was such an information junkie (LBJ also had a teletype machine installed in the Oval Office so he could get news reports immediately):

I also really liked George W. Bush's Oval Office, but it would have been better with a bit more color. My favorite color is blue, so I would definitely have wanted to see more blue in Bush's Oval. But I do like the rug that President Bush used, which was also used by President Reagan.

For those who are interested, it looks like the awesome White House Museum website, which disappeared for a while, is now being hosted here. You can see photos of how the Oval Office was decorated for various Presidents ever since the West Wing was built.

Also, here's a great photo of a completely empty Oval Office (stripped of everything, including carpets) as it was being cleaned during the transition between Presidents on Inauguration Day: