#Margaret Coates

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Why did nobody told me that Hook's tragic backstory was a trilogy ? Now I'm sad and they all drank the Neverland neverleave water...

OH MY GODS NO DON'T KISS WHAT HER PARENTS ARE RIGHT THERE AND YOU KNEW HER EX WHEN HE WAS A CHILD WHAT

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

PRICE: £675/$886

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●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

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My Top 10 Best Reads of 2024

*Author’s note: This list is not based on books published in 2024, but rather the books I personally read in 2024. Some, but not all of them, were brand new releases this year; and some were published decades ago. This was a reading year full of nonfiction–lots and lots of great antifascist, anarchist nonfiction. Maybe that’s not surprising, given I joined a local Progressive Book Club that…

[kira-light0]

Margaret and the dog from S6 E9 - Images

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[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).

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mary boleyn fanvid set to the bolter.

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Margaret O'Brien's sons Hot Karl

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

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[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、エイジン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��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.