#Margaret Parker

[sixaus-meaa]

SIX THE MUSICAL - MODERN!AU: illustration

Rocky's family tree

[logray]

THE SUBSTANCE (2024) dir. Coralie Fargeat SMILE 2 (2024) dir. Parker Finn

[hemlock-dreams]

Hi. I don't know if this has been asked yet but what science is your Hunting!Spidey into?

He's got a(defunct now) Bachelors in Computer Science and is currently taking online courses for Biochemistry, and focusing on Toxicology.

[remyfire]

The illustrious flower girl~

[newyorkthegoldenage]

Why, I don’t know, Fred—what are you going to have? Then I guess I’ll have a highball, too; please, just a little one. Is it really real Scotch? Well, that will be a new experience for me. You ought to see the Scotch I’ve got home in my cupboard; at least it was in the cupboard this morning—it’s probably eaten its way out by now. I got it for my birthday. The only other thing I got was a year older. The person that gave me that Scotch must have heard some rumor that I was making a collection of lethal weapons.

     —Dorothy Parker, "Just a Little One," from the May 12, 1928 issue of The New Yorker.

Photo: The Hunt Club speakeasy in the theater district, 1932. Margaret Bourke-White for Life magazine

[jealousymami]

heavenward 🪽

[nateyweb]

"Yes, Fuckette" Sex and the City - The Real Me S04E02 (2001)

[shellibocs]

— every oc list got

tagged by @bloodskinandteeth @jamessunderlandgf @red-nightskies @scalpelsister @imogenkol and @kyberinfinitygems ! thank you all!!

tagging @boldly-ho @raresvtm @devil-kindred @florbelles @roofgeese @ruvviks @strangefable @confidentandgood @leviiackrman @carrionsflower @simplegenius042 @thedeadthree @loriane-elmuerto @socially-awkward-skeleton @malefiquinn @risingsh0t @a-treides @captastra @gothimp @statichvm @calenhads @poetikat @nonfunctioning-queer @ghostfvcker @dickytwister @inafieldofdaisies

putting the list under the cut bc it got long lol! here’s the blank template

heterosexual

ines (dragon age: origins)

maniac

órlaith (bloodborne)

venera (mortal kombat)

elenore (far cry 5)

nora (fallout 4)

not even a human

desdemona (fallout: new vegas)

silly

kennedy (mass effect: andromeda)

yawen (mortal kombat)

margo (far cry 5/new dawn)

mental illness

venera (mortal kombat)

andrea (tomb raider)

mallory (life is strange: true colors)

fallon (dead by daylight)

lgbtq+ community

literally everyone except for ines LMAO

got bullied in school

fallon (dead by daylight)

girlboss

venera (mortal kombat)

war criminal

sylvia (call of duty: modern warfare)

morgan (call of duty: modern warfare)

rhea (fullmetal alchemist: brotherhood)

levi (call of duty: modern warfare)

exhausted

emily (far cry 5/new dawn)

teddy (far cry 4)

most likely self insert

amara (infamous: second son)

mallory (life is strange: true colors)

daniel (far cry 5/new dawn)

fallon (dead by daylight)

andrea (tomb raider)

just a dude

kieran (mass effect: andromeda)

levi (call of duty: modern warfare)

daniel (far cry 5/new dawn)

silas (cyberpunk 2077)

warren (far cry 5/new dawn)

[thecrownnetflixuk]

When fate summons, even monarchs must obey.

The Crown Season 6 Part 2: final episodes *this week* on Netflix, Thurs 14th Dec 2023

Images: Justin Downing/courtesy of Netflix

[fideidefenswhore]

the tudors (2007-2010) / wolf hall (2009) / henry viii & the king's men (2020) / eustace chapuys to the emperor (june 1535) / the other boleyn girl (2008) / the downfall and execution of a tudor queen (2023) / eustace chapuys to the emperor (april 1536) / henry viii, stratford festival production (2019) / wolf hall (2009) / elizabeth i & her enemies (2017) / the mirror & the light (2020) / becoming elizabeth (2022) / the mirror & the light (2020) / the tudors (2007-2010) / the mirror & the light (2020) / the tudors (2007-2010)

[worldsmessiestwriter]

When you know, you know.

tw - none just pure fluff

word count - 1,415

Peter Parker x Reader

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It happened on a Thursday.

Peter Parker wasn’t expecting his life to change that day. He’d spent the afternoon helping May rearrange furniture in her apartment, then swung by the library to grab some books for a physics project. Nothing out of the ordinary.

But as he rounded the corner outside the coffee shop near Midtown High, he saw her.

She was sitting at one of the outdoor tables, a notebook open in front of her, her pen tapping absently against her lip as she stared off into the distance. The late afternoon sun caught in her hair, turning it to gold, and for a moment, Peter forgot how to breathe.

He didn’t know her, but something in his chest tightened, a pull so strong it stopped him in his tracks.

That’s her, a quiet voice in his mind whispered. That’s the one.

Peter spent the next week thinking about her. He didn’t even know her name, but she was burned into his mind like a photograph. Every time he walked past that coffee shop, he looked for her.

And then, on Monday, there she was again.

He almost walked past her, afraid of doing something stupid. But something about her—her calm focus, the way her head tilted slightly as she read—drew him closer. Before he realized it, he was standing next to her table.

“Uh, hi,” he said awkwardly, his palms sweating. “Is this seat taken?”

She looked up, startled. Her eyes met his, and Peter felt like the ground had shifted beneath him.

“No,” she said after a moment, her voice soft. “Go ahead.”

They talked for hours.

Her name was Y/N L/N, and she was working on a paper for her literature class. She liked poetry, old movies, and walking in the rain. She had a sharp sense of humor and a way of tilting her head when she was curious that made Peter’s heart race.

“You’re really into this superhero stuff, huh?” she teased, gesturing to the Spider-Man keychain on his backpack.

Peter rubbed the back of his neck, laughing nervously. “Yeah, I guess you could say that. He’s… kind of a role model, you know?”

“Hmm,” she said thoughtfully. “I think Spider-Man’s great, but I bet the person behind the mask is even better.”

Peter blinked, caught off guard. “What makes you say that?”

She shrugged, a small smile playing at her lips. “Just a feeling.”

That night, Peter lay awake in bed, staring at the ceiling. He’d always been skeptical of things like fate or destiny, but meeting Y/N felt… different. Like the universe had nudged him in her direction and said, Pay attention. This is important.

He couldn’t stop thinking about her laugh, the way her eyes lit up when she talked about the things she loved, the way she’d said goodbye with a soft smile and a promise to see him again soon.

For the first time in a long time, Peter felt like maybe he didn’t have to carry the weight of the world alone.

They kept meeting at the coffee shop, and each time, Peter fell a little harder. He told her about his love for science, his dreams of making a difference. She told him about her favorite books, her plans to travel someday.

With her, Peter felt like he could be himself—not just Spider-Man, not just the nerdy kid from Queens, but all of him.

One evening, as they walked through the park, Peter found himself blurting out the thought that had been circling his mind for weeks.

“I think I was meant to meet you,” he said, his voice quiet but certain.

Y/N looked at him, her eyes wide. “What?”

“I don’t know how to explain it,” he continued, his cheeks flushing. “But from the moment I saw you, I just… I knew. Like you were supposed to be in my life.”

She stared at him for a moment, then smiled—a smile so warm it made his chest ache.

“Maybe I was,” she said softly.

Peter took her hand, his fingers lacing with hers, and for the first time, he felt like everything was exactly where it was supposed to be.

Because with her, it was.

Peter didn’t usually believe in fairy tales. Life as Spider-Man had taught him that happy endings were rare, and nothing ever came easy. But as he walked through the park with Y/N’s hand in his, he couldn’t help but feel like he’d stumbled into one.

The two of them stopped by the fountain, the soft glow of the streetlights reflecting in the water. Peter glanced at her, watching the way the breeze played with her hair and the way her lips curved into a small smile.

“You’re staring,” she teased, raising an eyebrow.

Peter flushed and looked away, a shy grin tugging at his lips. “Sorry. It’s just… I don’t know. You’re kind of hard not to look at.”

Y/N laughed, and Peter thought it might be his new favorite sound.

The days turned into weeks, and Peter and Y/N fell into an easy rhythm. He found himself rushing through patrol just so he could see her, and she started bringing an extra coffee to their meetings, claiming she’d “accidentally” ordered two.

For the first time, Peter felt like he had something just for himself—something not tied to the weight of the world or his responsibilities as Spider-Man. Y/N didn’t know his secret yet, but she seemed to sense the heaviness in him anyway.

One day, as they sat on the grass in Central Park, she turned to him and asked, “What’s on your mind, Peter?”

He hesitated, staring down at the blades of grass between his fingers. “It’s… complicated.”

Y/N shifted closer, her hand resting lightly on his. “I like complicated.”

Peter glanced at her, searching her face for any sign that she might back away. But all he saw was patience and understanding, and it gave him the courage to say the words he’d been holding back.

That night, on the rooftop of her apartment building, Peter told her everything.

“I’m Spider-Man,” he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. He braced himself for her reaction—fear, disbelief, maybe even anger.

But Y/N didn’t flinch. She didn’t run. Instead, she reached out and touched his hand, grounding him in a way he hadn’t expected.

“I figured,” she said softly, a small smile playing on her lips.

Peter blinked. “You… figured?”

“Come on, Peter,” she teased gently. “You disappear all the time, you’re weirdly good at dodging things, and you have a Spider-Man keychain on your backpack.”

Peter let out a breathless laugh, relief flooding through him. “Why didn’t you say anything?”

“I figured you’d tell me when you were ready,” she said, her eyes warm.

Peter stared at her, overwhelmed by the weight of her trust. “You’re… okay with this? With me?”

“Of course I am,” she said simply. “I liked you before I knew you were Spider-Man. And now? I like you even more.”

For the first time in a long time, Peter felt like he could breathe.

From that moment on, things changed. Y/N became his confidant, his anchor, the person he turned to when the world felt too heavy. She patched him up after fights, helped him brainstorm solutions to problems, and even gave him a hard time when he pushed himself too far.

“You’re not invincible, Parker,” she scolded one night, dabbing antiseptic on a cut on his cheek.

“I’m Spider-Man,” he said with a grin, wincing as the antiseptic stung.

“Exactly,” she shot back. “Not Iron Man.”

Peter chuckled, leaning into her touch. “Yes, ma’am.”

One evening, as they sat on her fire escape watching the city lights, Y/N turned to him, her expression serious.

“Do you ever wish things were… different?” she asked.

Peter thought about it for a moment, his gaze fixed on the skyline. “Sometimes,” he admitted. “But if things were different, I might not have met you.”

She smiled, leaning her head against his shoulder. “You’re such a sap, Parker.”

“Only for you,” he said softly, his hand finding hers.

And in that moment, as the city hummed around them and the stars blinked faintly above, Peter knew one thing for certain:

He might not have chosen this life, but he’d choose Y/N a thousand times over.

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[sixaus-meaa]

Six The Musical as Tweets pt61

[lentecreativo]

[emcgoverns]

elizabeth mcgovern as till turner (with brooke shields as lily & parker posey as margaret), production still for “the misadventures of margaret” (1998) | 📸: buena vista

[curiousb]

The Smith Family Album: Volume XVIII

Zippy's new friend does not look like he'll be a good influence on him - he really doesn’t need an excuse to pick up any more bad habits!

He doesn't like Willoughby's sister Anna though. But to be honest, he's not a big fan of Sims in general. 😕

Dorian also has a new pal, in Philippa.

And Annemarie is getting to know Augustus - big brother of her good friend Anthony - although how she feels about him remains to be seen. So far, the only Sim outside his family (and even some of them don't like him) who doesn't find him objectionable is his Townie girlfriend Brittany!

With Margaret's credibility within the scientific community in tatters, and her employability at zero, Willoughby has had to become the breadwinner in the family, and has found himself a job as a paramedic.

Meanwhile, financial independence beckons for Annemarie!

If her other new acquaintance Emma - from her new high school - thinks that Annemarie looks faintly ridiculous, she's far too polite to say.

Anyway, who cares, as long as it's lucrative!

And look who's unexpectedly expecting again!

And starving hungry in the middle of the night.

There's something reassuring about having a paramedic in the house, when she goes into labour.

It's another boy!

Welcome to Merybury, Josiah! Despite having a tiny house, Willoughby had been quietly hoping to become a father again - just once more - even if Margaret will be the stay-at-home parent this time, rather than him.

And happy birthday too! (Phew, that was a whirlwind.)

~ Scorpio 3 / 3 / 5 / 3 / 3

~ Diva / Genius

~ OTH: Arts & Crafts

[fairytale-poll]

ROUND 1C, MATCH 7 OUT OF 8!

Propaganda Under the Cut:

Ella Brown:

Full to the brim with sass and spunk! Love that gal Ella has a typical Cinderella story-- go to the ball, leave the ball (sans one slipper), marry the prince, live happily ever after, but she doesn't get a happily ever after, because being a princess is really boring. She has maids, she has a bunch of rules to follow, has little to no freedom, and has to take lessons from a stuffy old man (at least, until said stuffy old man is... no longer available, and his son takes his place, and he becomes her only friend). When she eventually expresses a desire to leave, they all pretty much say "fuck that" and lock her in the dungeon until she gives up (her teacher (I think) even comes down and says that it's good for her, because now she's properly pale and skinny like a princess should be). They even send away her tutor/friend to start a camp for war refugees like he wanted to, to keep him out of the way. Instead of letting this all slide, though, Ella starts digging an escape route. After months of hard work, she finally escapes, and makes it all the way to her former tutor/friend's camp, and marries him, because there's been feelings simmering for a while now (I don’t think I did her justice, but it's been a long time since I read the book, and I only remember the major plot points)

Spinderella:

They are Cinderella Spiderman style. She chose to keep her powers after midnight so now she no longer has the ability to fall in love. 🥺