#Mrs. Cartwright

[triassictriserratops]

I spent a normal, human amount of time on this.

[smallpapers]

Random quick hunger games sketch-y line up or somethingg

(Edit: forgot to mention the kids are in 'school uniform' that's why it's so drab hhh)

[scalpho]

was watching burrow's end and thought to myself Woah jasper william cartwright is the only man at the table. it took me a good minute before i realised my mistake. brennan lee mulligan was mothering so hard i forgot he was not actually a woman

[retrograderesemblance]

[imnotadogiswear]

I think the Hunger Games character’s traveling to our world is such an underrated fic idea. Especially if they also read the books.

[feliciamontagues]

Father Brown Wardrobe Appreciation

↳"The Lepidopterist's Companion" (Series 5, Episode 9)

[mega-aulover]

DISAPPROBATION

SUMMARY: Disapprobation refers to the act or state of disapproving or of being disapproved of - Peeta disapproves of Katniss’s fiery ways, and Katniss disapproves of Peeta’s stick-by-the-book ways. But when fate steps in, can they hold on to their mutual animosity or will they fall in love? An Enemies to Lovers trope set in District 13.

LAST CHAPTER (6) SUMMARY: Katniss and Peeta were ambushed just as they were getting closer. Katniss was shot while combating Peacekeepers that popped up in District Ten. Will they discover why Peacekeepers were in District Ten? And how will Peeta get Katnis the medical help she requires? Read the exciting conclusion of Disapprobation.

READ LAST CHAPTER (6) HERE AO3

A special thanks to my beta @norbertsmom even after she edited the first version encouraged me to rewrite the better ending. I hope you all like it...I also wanted to take a moment to thank @alwayseverlark for arranging a spectacular prompt This Would Have Happened Anyway Summer2023. If you haven't been able to catch up, it's excellent summer reading.

[vino---delectable]

Angela: so what's it like dating Vincent?

Y/n: Once, I asked Vincent for some water when he was mad at me. He brought me a glass full of ice and said, “wait”.

[jamesmarriottistrilingual]

Some random shite to fill your brains with

[krakaheimr]

Character portraits made for the Chicago Spirit leaders, as part of my SCP/Chicago Spirit Call of Cthulhu campaign!

[triassictriserratops]

checking in to say I’m such a sucker for Katniss and Peeta discussing their mommy issues once they’re together again. I once saw a post pointing out that they’re the only ones in the series with that kind of trauma and it made so much sense to me why they easily bonded with each other. Just imagine them finally being able to discuss how unsafe they felt even before the games and realize that they have someone in their family who understands that problem and doesn’t make it feel that way. Katniss and Peeta have always been tender with each other but I fear it only gets worse the more they share and get close

we joke a lot about how THG is what Katniss would write about her experiences in the games and war. (Explaining her, frankly, INSANE odes to Peeta's eyelashes.) but also? we're sleeping on the idea that Katniss writes a book absolutely trashing Peeta's mom. It's gonna be a fucking BESTSELLER. I actually have an advanced reader copy, here, lemme show you:

(Note, i spent like 4 hours making this absolutely garbage fucking cover, please validate me. My feelings gland needs this.) I also have this idea that while Katniss does come to understand her mother better by the end of the book - a relationship, a GOOD relationship, with the two of them - it's just going to take time. In that time, maybe Peeta helps to bridge the gap. He does weekly check-ins with Katniss' mom. Telling her how Katniss is doing but also answering her questions about how HE'S doing. And he realizes how...nice it is for a mom to want to know how his day was or be proud of his accomplishments. It's not a replacement for what he should have had, but it's nicer than what he ever got. His relationship with his family is gone. That's it. There will never be any hope of it ever getting better. But Katniss DOES have her mom and he wants to help them. And, from the conversations and tears they've shared about this, he knows she wants it too. So he starts by suggesting that Katniss' mom go through her own therapy to be able to come to terms with her grief and the consequences of what that grief did to her relationships with her living family. He puts her in touch with Dr. Aurelius who gives him a referral to someone in 4 that works in grief and family counseling. And it's not easy. Not by any means. Not for anyone. But in time, years, decades - the bonds of family are strengthened. They're never perfect, you can't fix the past, of course. But the pains are acknowledged on both sides. Their new relationship is hard-earned and exactly what they both need of each other. 15 years down the line, Mrs. Everdeen gets to push the hair out of her daughters eyes while she delivers her first grandbaby. She gets to watch her baby look in awe, and wonderment at her own baby. She gets to watch her family grow a little bigger and a little stronger. Later, when Peeta makes sure both Katniss and baby are safe and sleeping, he goes over to Mrs. Everdeen and hugs her tightly. "Thanks for being here for us, Ma."

[mistertonyward]

Tony Ward by Marc Cartwright: a Jockstrap & a Teddy Bear, September 2009

Photographer Marc Cartwright shares with us these fresh photos of Tony Ward. Captured a week ago, the antimodel was styled by Michael Schmidt and groomed by Johnny Stuntz. “People usually photograph Tony Ward very gritty and edgy,” explained Marc to Homotography. “When I met him for the first time, I noticed a certain sweet and vulnerable charm that I also wanted to capture. To me, the Teddy bear and the jock strap are like two different worlds which Tony made live in the same space effortlessly.”   Read more: http://homotography.blogspot.com/2009/09/tony-ward-by-marc-cartwright.html#ixzz7o7zEJE1x

[heartofhubris-a]

any molina characters you read as trans? i love bear pussy

1. Angel

Now. This is a strong start oc and we're gunna ignore state of medical care but my boy ran away from everything he knew after most of his everything being taken. Tragic etc but do you see a single person he's close to other than. His 2 henchmen? How many not open trans men only got 2 friends

2. Hugh.

This is opposite Angel's reasoning. Hugh is rich, he's alone, he's very very well educated. Hugh has the breeding and the pedigree to be able to slip from female to male in a heartbeat and everyone to just not talk about it. (Bc they closed ranks and kept the secret) (But also let me into that he'd moan so pretty)

3. Otto

But honestly that's bc I have never forgotten the art from morelikedoccock from March and I do not have a link but it's somewhere my reasoning is slim I just think he's hot so he's trans

But honestly: Wore a shirt/leotard when first showing off the actuators, and sure it could be modesty but is it? or is it hiding the scars. He and Rosie, despite being deeply in lvoe and Rosie in other media being favorable to babies, do not have children, which I'm 100% sure they would've.

4. Arthur h Cartwright

My reasoning is simple: failed theatre kid

5. Oliver Syme

The facial hair, the front, the style, the first name. He's got that he/him pussy energy

6. Marty, when pigs fly

He's newly transitioned (socially) and I sense some kind of guilt misappropriated from his family passing over to transitioning and its a hang up he's got to work on but he's just gunna hold onto it for now until about 30 seconds until he dies.

7. Cliff Orchids, kind of

Cliff doesn't have he him energy he's got he/they energy but he thinks he's too old to do that gender stuff and he's never leaving his house so why does it matter

8. Koysta

This is just for me and one other person but at the time it'd make sense for him to be more comfy in the country. He's fairly anti-touch, even more than the normal amount of the time, and he just doesn't get women in a way the other men do.

List of them I think are bc I just vibe with it, no reasoning: Mr needful, (Rick and morty), Boris the Butcher, Comte de Raynaud,

Conversely, characters i think are cisgendered currently: Horvath, Galan, Blofeld, George Garea (confused but he's so down w trans ppl tho), Kenneth Halliwell (not down with the trans), Andreus (Typhoon's people, he's down with us), Jimmy Styles (I would not come out to him), Aringrosa

[ninjastormhawkkat]

9. What is your favorite dialogue you’ve written so far?

oof that is a tough choice. here are a few I like best "Goodbye and Thank You" - a oneshot from the mbgau universe where Steven tells Jenkins he is quitting. The "Fair City vs The Facility RP" Part where I wrote out the battle and confrontation between Steven and Athena Mr. Charming vs Wordman round 1 in the mousebraingirl crossover rp Professor Terror taunting Two Brains in my "The Fall of Fair City" fic. Two Brains vs Mr. Charming

Dr. Two Brains (in a slightly angry, yet mostly terrified voice): Why are you trying to kill me? What did I ever do to you!

Mr. Charming (in a deep, sinister voice): Oh Dr. Two Brains, your actions are the worst of all that should be punished by any means, even by DEADLY ones!! So these are examples of my favorite dialogues I wrote out. @dualnaturedscientist

[whumpcereal]

I get vibes that mr.mahoney might blame will for what happened to tommy

Mr. Mahoney doesn't necessarily blame Will, although the thought's crossed his mind. Tommy's dreams are certainly sidelined by what went on with Doc, and Mr. Mahoney knows how unfair that is. He and his wife took excellent care of Will when the boys were growing up so, sure, there is some residual anger that this is how they've been "repaid," even if he knows it's unfair.

Really, though, Mr. Mahoney looks at Will and knows what happened between him and Tommy while they were with Doc. That shakes him to his core. And he knows how guilty Tommy feels about what went on and the fact that he was rescued and free while Will only continued to suffer. Mr. Mahoney doesn't want his boy to feel responsible for something that was beyond his control--

--and he also feels unconsciously guilty himself for how relieved he is that Tommy escaped most of the harsh treatment Will received. He's definitely glad that it was Will and not his Tommy, and, on some level, he knows that's shameful.

It's complicated.

[rafecameronssl4t]

The weight of expectations || Rafe Cameron x fem!reader

Summary: I know you guys wanted more soft moments between Rafe and reader in this au so here you go!!!

Warnings: nothing!

Word count: 1,532

MASTERLIST (forced marriage au masterlist)

divider by @h-aewo

The dimly lit office in the Cameron building had always carried an air of prestige, a reminder of the empire Ward Cameron had built with his own hands. But now, Rafe sat behind the polished mahogany desk, feeling the weight of that legacy pressing down on his shoulders.

His reflection in the window—sharp suit, tired eyes, jaw clenched—was one of a man constantly battling his own demons. Rafe’s phone buzzed, pulling him from his thoughts. The meeting with Mr. Cartwright was scheduled for five minutes ago, but knowing Cartwright, he would make him wait a little longer just to make a point.

Rafe’s lip twitched in annoyance. This was supposed to be simple—sign the deal, deliver, and collect the reward. But like everything in his life lately, nothing was as easy as it seemed. As if on cue, the heavy doors creaked open, and Mr. Cartwright strode in, his presence filling the room with the unmistakable arrogance of someone who thought he could toy with the Camerons.

Rafe hated men like him. Cartwright was older, maybe late forties, with graying hair slicked back and a suit so tailored it made a statement by itself. Still, Cartwright had power, and Rafe knew they needed him for this deal. Rafe’s eyes narrowed, but he stood, gesturing to the chair across from him. “You’re late.”

Cartwright smirked, unbothered. “You’ve got nothing but time, Cameron.” Rafe resisted the urge to slam his fist on the table. The conversation turned cold quickly, escalating from subtle jabs to outright confrontation as Cartwright slammed his hand on the desk. “This wasn’t the outcome we agreed on, Cameron. I expected the deal to be completed two weeks ago.”

Rafe gritted his teeth, leaning back in his chair, trying to play it cool. Cartwright was testing him, seeing if Rafe would break under pressure. “Things take time, Cartwright. We’re working on it. You can’t expect a project this size to wrap up overnight.” But Cartwright wasn’t having it.

“I expected results, not excuses. I trusted your family’s name—your father’s name—when I signed on to this. Now, you’re telling me I just need to ‘wait’? My investors don’t have time for your delays.” Rafe’s jaw tightens, but he leans back in his chair, arms crossing over his chest. “I think you forget I was my father’s protégé, and now I’m handling the business. You underestimate me.”

“I don’t care what your investors think. The timelines shifted, and there’s nothing anyone can do about that. We’ll deliver, but on our schedule, not yours.” Mr. Cartwright slams his hand down on the table, eyes narrowing. “Your schedule is putting my reputation on the line. I’m not some small-time client you can string along. My name holds weight, and if your company can’t keep up, I’ll take my business elsewhere.”

Rafe’s eyes flicker with irritation, but he maintains his composure, though his tone becomes icier. “You’re not going anywhere, and we both know that.” He leans forward, his stare sharp. “You’ve invested too much in this project to pull out now. So let’s stop pretending you have the upper hand here.”

Mr. Cartwright scoffs, clearly insulted. “Your father knew how to handle his business. You, on the other hand, seem more interested in playing house with your perfect little wife and children than focusing on the deals that matter.” The mention of you brought heat rising to Rafe’s face.

His jaw clenched as he fought to control his temper. The comment hit too close to home. Cartwright had no idea what his marriage was like, the public façade they upheld, the tangled mess of feelings that simmered beneath the surface. “Mention my wife again, and you’ll regret it,” Rafe spat, his voice low and dangerous.

Cartwright just smirked. “Touchy subject, huh? Maybe if you focused on the business instead of her, this deal wouldn’t be falling apart.” That did it. Rafe was out of his chair, leaning over the desk, his eyes flashing with barely controlled rage. “You don’t get to talk about her. You signed the contract. You’ll get what we promised, but on our terms.”

“If you’re too much of a coward to stick it out, then fine—walk away. But you’re not going to find anyone better than me in this industry, and you know it.” The room was tense, their stares locked in a silent battle of wills. Cartwright didn’t budge. Instead, he straightened his suit jacket, his mouth set in a hard line.

“I’ll give you one month, Cameron. If this doesn’t turn around by then, I’ll make sure everyone knows how your family is crumbling—starting with you. Rafe forced himself to relax, stepping back from the desk, his smirk returning, though there was no warmth behind it. “One month. You’ll get your results. But you don’t scare me, Cartwright. Cross me, and you’ll regret it.”

With one final glance, Cartwright turned on his heel and stormed out of the office, leaving Rafe standing alone, the weight of the confrontation settling over him. He ran a hand through his hair, muttering a string of curses under his breath.

~

It was nearing 8 p.m. when Rafe pulled into the driveway, his mind still buzzing from the heated argument with Cartwright. He had no doubt he could deliver on the deal—he always found a way. But tonight, Cartwright’s words had gotten under his skin in a way that lingered, like a dull throb at the back of his mind.

The quiet of the house was almost unsettling as he stepped inside, the weight of the day’s events hanging heavily on his shoulders. Making his way upstairs, Rafe entered the bedroom, immediately spotting you on the bed, nursing Leo. Your eyes were closed, head leaned back against the headboard, one hand gently patting Leo’s back as he fed contentedly.

Rafe sighed, running a hand over his face, feeling the tension in his body slowly begin to ease. As complicated as things were between you, there was an undeniable comfort in your presence—an unspoken understanding that neither of you acknowledged but both felt. Rafe quietly crossed the room, his gaze softening as he approached.

Leo’s wide eyes met his, curious and bright. Rafe couldn’t help but smile, reaching out to gently stroke his son’s cheek. Leo’s tiny hand immediately grasped Rafe’s finger, holding on tight. A warmth spread through Rafe’s chest, and for a moment, the stress of the day melted away. His eyes shifted back to you.

Your breathing was calm, features relaxed in a way that made you look at peace, despite everything swirling around your lives. There was something soothing about the scene in front of him—something grounding. Leo’s eyes never left Rafe, watching his father with that same innocent curiosity. “Tough day?” Your voice, soft but alert, broke the silence.

Rafe’s gaze snapped up, meeting your half-lidded eyes as you watched him, though you hadn’t moved. He straightened, clearing his throat as he walked to the dresser, his back turned to you. “Just another asshole trying to tell me how to run my business,” he muttered, slipping off his watch and setting it down with more force than necessary.

“Cartwright’s testing me,” Rafe continued, running a hand through his hair before heading turned back around, leaning against the dresser. “Thinks I’m not my father.” Your gaze softened as you watched him. “You’re not your father, Rafe. And that’s not a bad thing.”

His blue eyes searched yours, trying to figure out if you truly meant it. There was a sincerity there, a quiet support that he wasn’t used to. It disarmed him for a moment, making him pause as he watched you with a curiosity that mirrored his son’s. The way you moved so naturally—so gracefully—as you gently lifted Leo and placed him in his bassinet beside the bed was a sight he found himself quietly admiring.

A soft sigh left your lips as you tucked him in, smoothing the blankets before slipping back beneath the sheets. You glanced up at him, still leaning against the dresser, lost in thought. “Are you going to get ready for bed?” you asked, your voice soft but carrying that calm tone you always seemed to have when it came to him.

There was no pressure, just a simple question, but it tugged at something deeper within Rafe. He cleared his throat, standing up a little straighter. “Yeah, I’ll be there in a sec,” he muttered, his voice low as he turned back to the dresser, his fingers absently fiddling with the cufflinks on his shirt.

But he didn’t move right away. Instead, he stood there for a moment longer, watching you settle into the bed, the quiet intimacy of the moment wrapping around him like a comfort he hadn’t realised he needed. Despite the chaos that always seemed to swirl around them—around him—there was a strange sense of peace in this room, in this space they shared.

Even if it wasn’t always easy, even if things between them were complicated, there was something grounding in the quiet moments like these. And as much as Rafe hated to admit it, those moments were starting to mean more to him than he had ever expected.