#Margaret Coates

[thickfurlover]

[josephquinnstyle]

Joseph Quinn is wearing MHL. by Margaret Howell's Cotton Coated Plainweave Firemans Coat in Ebony for Vogue

PRICE: £675/$886

ADDITIONAL INFORMATION

●FIREMANS COAT. OVERSIZED CUT. STAND COLLAR WITH VELCRO STORM FASTENING. TWO WAY ZIP FASTENING WITH HERRINGBONE TAPE PULLER. POPPER FASTENING STORM FLAP. ZIP FASTENING WELT CHEST POCKET. LARGE PATCH POCKETS. KNITTED RIBBED STORM CUFFS WITH THUMBHOLES. FABRICATED IN DENSE BRITISH COATED COTTON PLAINWEAVE

[kira-light0]

Margaret and the dog from S6 E9 - Images

[aiiaiiiyo]

[sonicenvy]

worst thing about legal weed in my state is that it smells like weed every-fucking-where here now. Like, tbh I don't really care what other people do, and if weed is your thing, go you! Have fun, get high! I just would rather not have to smell super skunky-ass fucking smelling weed when I'm on the train, at the park, or on the bus. Presumably there is somewhere the fuck else that you can go to smoke that is not on public transportation or in parks where there are CHILDREN, why do you not do that instead?????

Cigarette smokers have also similarly lost their damn minds since 2020. The cigs actually make me angrier bcs second hand cig smoke is practically as bad as smoking yourself when you're breathing in that shit. have these fools no consideration for:

literal fucking children who should not be exposed to that shit

everyone who is trying to quit that might be triggered by it

everyone who doesn't want to breath in smoke

literally anyone who isn't themselves

?????

god forbid y'all have to wait an extra twenty fucking minutes to light up somewhere else.

ok. rant over.

[thisbluespirit]

Caroline (Patricia Roc) tending to Barbara Skelton's (Margaret Lockwood) injuries in The Wicked Lady (Gainsborough 1945).

[rcmclachlan]

#listen i know i keep writing vaguely conciliatory marge and phil in my fics #but i would like to repeat myself in saying that PERSONALLY i would like them slowly lowered into a cauldron of boiling oil #roasted over a spit #made to live in a neighborhood without an hoa #i understand there is nuance to grief but i cannot forgive eighteen years of NOT CARING FOR YOUR CHILD #for forcing a child you canonically care for to RAISE A CHILD YOU HAD FOR SPARE PARTS #for forcing her to LIE to him#i would like a solar flare to target them specifically #god #its so fucking heartbreaking that they have denied buck live for so long #that overbearing 'im going to buy you a couch' is So Significant to Buck that he's nearly in tears about it #so glad he has maddie but it was Never right or fair to turn her into a mother #i Do Not forgive them and the narrative will never change that for me (via @alchemistc)

4.04 (9-1-1, What’s Your Grievance?) ✘ 4.05 (Buck Begins)

“When you left Doug, you only had two suitcases.”

“And everything that mattered the most was inside them.”

↳ requested by princessfbi

[fideidefenswhore]

mary boleyn fanvid set to the bolter.

[centralintelligenceusatelegram]

Margaret O'Brien's sons Hot Karl

Margaret O'Brien's sons in long black coats with dark glasses and blades

[mfastilda]

[roseunspindle]

Favorite Books of 2023

a reread but I loved it even more the second time through.

[camango]

服の好み

服の好み。10年以上変わらないので恐らく40代はこのまま行くんだろう。後で見返すために記録しておくことにした。

ジーパンが好き。特にEVISUのが好き。丈夫だし、エイジ��グも分かりやすく進む。ジャストフィットするやつとルーズフィットするやつを一本ずつ持っている。ジャストフィットするやつは1年くらい前に友達からもらった。ルーズフィットするやつは随分前に新品で買ったやつで、5年くらい前におろして、今じゃかなり良い面構えになっている。

シャツは３〜４つ程度のブランドに集約されている。一つ目はサンリミット。一癖あるスタンダードなシャツ。上野にお店ができる前からここのシャツを着続けているからやっぱりもう10年以上の付き合いなのかも。5型くらい所有していると思う。最近は全然お店に行かなくなったがここのシャツは本当に好き。

二つ目はマーガレットハウエル。もしかするとシャツが好きになったきっかけはこのブランドかも。高校生かそれくらいの頃に古着屋で買ったやつを今でも着てる。全部で何枚くらい持っているだろう。ちょっと分からないが、とにかく全部スタメンだ。

三つ目はコムデギャルソン。他がシンプルなのでこれは遊んだ柄のシャツを買うことが多い。

四つ目はブルックスブラザーズ。これは完全に仕事着としての利用。これまで何枚着たか分からないくらい着続けている。常に5枚ほど常備。

無地のシャツはサンリミット。ストライプやチェックはマーガレットハウエル。パッチワークや不思議なデザインはコムデギャルソンという感じか。

クローゼットを眺めていて気付いたが、マーガレットハウエルのシャツは春夏用の薄手のものしか所有していないようだ。他のブランドではメルトン素材で出来た開襟シャツとかバブアーのジャケットみたいなオイリーな生地で出来たシャツなんかも持ってて、知らず知らずのうちに用途の棲み分けをしているようである。

パンツはあまりブランドで固定せず、自由にいろんなものを履いている。多分、衣服の中で一番好きなアイテムだと思う。

アウターは結構色々持っていて。やっぱり秋から冬にかけてが一番洋服が楽しい季節だから、ついつい色々な服に手を出してしまう。その中でも特に好きなアイテムはセーターとコートだと思う。スウェットはあまり持っていない。

ところでセーターというのはパンツやシャツと比べて寿命が短い気がする。過去に愛でていたセーターはどれも皆、不慮の事故で亡くなっている。なんだろな。星の問題？

コートは所有するアイテムの中でもカルチャーの匂いがするものが多い。そういえば昨日チェックのコートを購入した。ネットで購入したのでまだ手元にないが、以前に一度、実物をみたことがあって、その時からずっと忘れられなかったやつ。そういう思い出の品、憧れ続けた服も徐々に手に入り、残りのリストも少なくなってきた。

そういえば最近、また帽子をかぶるようになった。20代までは帽子っ子だったが、30代になってから全くといっていいほどかぶらなくなった。それがまた数年前から急にかぶりたくなって。

色々試した結果見つけたのはキャップでもニットでもなくハットだった。本当に調子が良いので生地違いをこの夏購入。リネン地のハットは自転車に乗ってる時も風を通すしすこぶる調子が良い。先日、シワを入れたくて乾燥機にかけた。前にミュールバウアーのリネン地のキャップを乾燥機にかけたら大失敗したのでもしかするとダメかと思っていたが結果は成功。最近のお気に入り。コーディネートの中心になっている。

[horses-in-art-history]

Two white horses (1935) by Alice Margaret Coats (1905-1978).

Alice Coats

[memoirs-of-a-trans]

How many more queer kids are gonna die before people give a shit? What are we supposed to do. Nex Benedict did fucking nothing wrong and they had their head bashed against the fucking floor. They just wanted to go home that day.

Kevin Stitt is a fucking murderer.

Chaya Raichik is a fucking murderer.

Ryan Walters is a fucking murderer.

Margaret Coates is a fucking murderer.

[maybankswhore]

WHEN YOU KNOW , YOU KNOW.

summary. rafe realizing you’re it for him.

warnings. none.

“ when you know , you know. when you know , you know. it kinda makes me laugh — running down that path. when you’re good it’s gold. ”

Rafe’s head felt heavy. Your hands delicately worked at him. The only sound heard was the humming coming from the wind that whipped the side of his home furiously , demanding for you to hear it.

There were a million things Rafe Cameron could feel at one time. He was a master at anger— stowing away all that sadness , all that pain with flying fist and a mouth that could bite with words. He was a master at manipulation , at cruelty.

Though what he hardly ever felt was guilt. Sadness. Regret.

As he sat with his head low , he replayed the events that were still fresh in his mind. It seemed as though all he saw was red when Ward’s attention turned towards her. Scowling. Mocking.

He couldn’t stand it.

Rafe respected his father. Loved him. Craved his attention and validation. He could take whatever verbal abuse was given to him and swallow it , digest it and shit it back out because he was used to it.

But you— he could never allow that to happen to you , for that to be your future. As soon as the shameful comment left his mouth Rafe knew that he had to correct it despite what the consequences would be. If he didn’t , it’d happen again. Harsher. And after that , again. It’d happen like a replayed message over and over.

You were too good. There was an aura about you that was kind. There was so much about you to uplift and worship like the way your hair fell out of your ponytail when you worked. How it framed your face and helped the apple of your cheeks stand out more. Or when you’d always hold the door open for anyone , no matter who it was. Always giving the kindest smiles to strangers , making friends with just about anyone you came across because that’s how beautiful and inviting your soul was.

“You’re staring.” He heard you murmur.

Finally your head had lifted to look up at him. Your eyelashes coated with mascara that was now fading. Eyes like crystals.

“No.” Rafe shook his head. “Thinking.”

His response made you frown. Ward was always a sore spot for Rafe. He didn’t talk about him much or the weight the relationship held , but you knew. You didn’t need to be told.

“I’m sorry.” Shame overcame you. The whole fight that ensued had been because of you and although you knew Rafe would never place that blame on you— you put it on yourself.

Your apology caused Rafe’s head to snap towards you. Eyes focused on your face as he reached out to grab ahold of your chin gently. Your eyes swirled in the color of his as you made eye contact with him. Somehow the feeling of his ring cladded fingers on your skin still made your cheeks tinge pink.

“Do not apologize for that asshole—” Rafe cursed. “You hear me? Never apologize for something that wasn’t your fault.”

His voice was soft but it was stern. It was genuine and kind— something that was a rarity for him. Something that only you got to experience.

You couldn’t help the sigh escaping from your mouth. You practically melted at his touch , falling into the palm of his hands.

“I don’t want to be the reason you and your dad fight.” You admitted. That knawing guilt back in the pit of your stomach.

You sounded so small. So sweet. It made an unfamiliar ache in Rafe’s chest— one that wasn’t bad , but more so yearning. Yearning to lean forward and kiss you. Wrap his arms around you and suffocate himself with the smell of your perfume.

“I don’t care.” Rafe then decided. “I love you.”

You sucked in a breath that resembled a gasp almost. Those three words that you had held onto. The three words that held so much but yet so little because you had felt it , too.

You weren’t oblivious and you knew that he did. But you hadn’t expected to hear it.

It was everything and nothing all at once. Peaceful and nerve racking at the same time. It meant so much. Left so many things in the future to worry about and mewl over.

You were a lover girl at heart. The way he had spoke it. His lips that were always snarling , biting back the cruel comments to others to hide the fact he was hurting inside had now released the sweetest of sounds , kindest words that squeezed the beating organ in your chest just right.

Bubbling , Rafe brought his hand around your neck to lean you forward. Brushing a kiss to your mouth , resting his forehead on yours.

He knew that you were it for him. And if souls could get tangled with one another and become the same— then his had with you.

[the-record]

WHEN YOU KNOW

SYNOPSIS: inspired by ‘margaret’ by lana 🫶

PAIRING: ellie williams x fem!reader

WARNINGS: none

A/N: this is so stupid i LOVE it , love at first sight trope 🧎

ellie didnt mind parties. the people weren’t always great, but it was good to sell and it made her friends happy.

she liked to sit on the couch with a blunt and people watch, dina chatting away in her ear or singing at jessie. abby trying to find her pic of the night with some help from ellie.

but tonight was boring. dina had run away to dance, pulling jessie with her. abby had an away game, states away. she sat on the couch alone, bored now.

and then she saw you. she thanked a god she didnt know existed that abby wasn’t there that night.

ellie watched for a moment as you grabbed a drink, waiting to see if you found a friend. but when five minutes passed and you still stood there, eyes floating around as you slowly sipped, she made her way over.

“hey,” you jumped a little as she spoke and she smiled softly. “shit, sorry. didn’t mean to scare you.” but you shook your head and laughed. “i’m ellie.”

“angel.” she hummed in response, a questioning tone to it. “what?”

ellie clicked her tongue. “angel? that you’re real name?”

“is ellie yours?” she nodded. “huh. well, maybe if you’re nice enough you can learn the real one.” you smiled teasingly at her.

“you ever gonna tell me your name?” ellie’s arms rested on the window frame of your car door. “i thought i was nice.”

you laughed softly and kissed her cheek. “goodnight ellie.”

she sighed and pulled back, a blush rising to her face, and she watched as you drove away from the party. watching even after your car disappeared and you with it.

an arm slung around her and ellie stumbled as she caught dina’s weight. “good god, how much did you drink?”

dina giggled as jesse caught up to the both of them, her coat and his keys in hand. “just hold her while i bring the car around?” ellie nodded and watched jesse jog off.

“who was that girl?” dina wondered.

ellie smiled softly. “no idea.”

yourusername followed you.

elliewilliams followed you.

angel: hey :)))

ellie: hello

e: three smiles??? way to make a girl feel special

a: mmm i try my best

e: nice name.

a: why thank you

a: whats ur weekend look like?

e: possibly busy, possibly absolutely nothing. why, someone wanna know??

a: no…

e: busy sunday night, but free otherwise

a: good.

e: and whys that?

a: ur taking me out friday night? obv.

e: damn ur right

e: mb thats on me

a: yes. so 8 pm ill send u my addy

e: addy??

a: i speak drug dealer

e: goodbye 😭

e: u ever smoked?

a: i hit a vape

e: …

a: once.

e: once again

e: goodbye 😭

a: nvm dont come on friday

e: waijikitjrjrjrjjrjrjr no

e: ill be there

e: 8pm sharp

e: forgive me :(

a: okay!

ellie: oh me oh MYYYYYYYYY

dina: oh lord

jesse: no 🫶

ellie: pls!!!

ellie: GUYS PLEASE

dina: what.

ellie: ur honor i love her

jesse: yall havent been out yet??????

dina: lord.

ellie: STOP?

dina: no 🫶

jesse: mcscuse me thats my line

dina: ull make it

jesse: 😥

ellie: BACK TO ME PLS

ellie: 8pm on friday

dina: NO.

jesse: ABSOLUTELY NOT.

ellie: guys ily PLEASE.

dina: NO??

jesse: sigh.

ellie: HELL YEAAAAAA

dina: JESSE?????

jesse: 🦅🦅🦅🦅🦅

dina: ihy all

dina: why are u bailing on ussddsss

dina: u must really like her

ellie: a LOT.

ellie: idk i just

ellie: ive got a feeling

jesse: when you know, you know

dina: blegh

jesse: UR MY GIRLFRIEND????????

snow was falling outside as you and ellie stood just outside your door. “so.” you whispered.

“so.” she whispered back. “snow. on our first date. seems like a sign.”

“oh yea?” she hummed back. “and how’s it a sign?”

she pretended to think for a moment. “i love snow. only brings good things.”

“oh, so im only good now.” ellie blushed as you teased her

“i didnt say that. you’re more than good. great.”

you nodded. “amazing? perfect?”

“no, not yet.” ellie fiddled with your hands as she leaned against your door.

“oh so whats gonna make it perfect?”

“a kiss.”

ellie: IM PROPOSING

dina: ELLIE STFU

jesse: noo shh let the woman speak

ellie: thanks jesse.

dina: shh jesse.

dina: so that good then?

ellie: SIGH 🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠

jesse: oh lord.

ellie: shes so pretty

dina: mhm.

ellie: and so kind

jesse: mhm.

ellie: and a great kisser 🫠

dina: lovely

jesse: when u know

dina: u know.

ellie: i know.