#margaret hooper

[bartletslesbians]

The West Wing + text posts (36/?)

[ivebeendressingforrevenge]

straying from my usual content to come out as a West Wing enjoyer

[thebartlets]

unhinged West Wing + text posts

[sparklygraves]

ok I love Margaret now 😂

just the way she told Leo “I can sign the president’s signature” (in The Shadow of Two Gunmen pt 2)

& when Leo’s like WTF Margaret??? What are you doing practicing the president’s signature??? she’s just like, For fun!

👏👏👏

[dearvoidgoodnight]

“The girls in the political affairs office saw you before, and they asked me to tell you that they wouldn’t have covered your parking spot with mayonnaise if they had known you were a biscuit.”

-Margaret Hooper

[meanderingstream]

For @twwpride 2023, I am once again pushing my Margaret Hooper / Ronna Beckman agenda, as outlined in my manifesto here, lol:

[movie-titlecards]

The Arena (1974)

My rating: 6/10

Surprisingly not terrible. I mean, sure, there's the terrible queer stereotype (whose name suggests that their pronouns are it/its - in Latin, the gender is in the suffix) and the obligatory bits of rape and assault (a contractual obligation, one is almost forced to assume), but once they get those out of the way it becomes a fairly decent gladiator movie, just with a primarily female cast.

[jenni3penny]

** If Farah can tell when Saul's had a nightmare, then...

[moonmausoleum]

Bring Me a Light by Jane Margaret Hooper

Bring me a light is a short story written by Jane Margaret Hooper in 1861 for the Once A Week Magazine.

“BRING ME A LIGHT!”A GHOST STORY BY THE AUTHOR Jane Margaret Hooper Bring me a light is a short story written by Jane Margaret Hooper in 1861 for the Once A Week Magazine. My name is Thomas Whinmore, and when I was a young man I went to spend a college vacation with a gentleman in Westmoreland. He had known my father’s family, and had been appointed the trustee of a small estate left me by my…

[rogersandclarke]

margaret 2011 is about lisa cohen. chasing amy 1997 is about alyssa and holden and banky and hooper

[bartletslesbians]

The West Wing + text posts (38/?)

[thestarwarslesbian]

How my west wing AU is coming along-

So Far so good.

I wrote the chapter 1 summary yesterday.

The entire White House staff bristles with activity when it’s learned that the President (Breha Organa) injured herself during a bicycle accident, and her absence becomes a factor as chief of staff Mace Windu must juggle a host of impending crises, including a mass boat lift of Cuban refugees approaching the Florida coast and the reaction of conservative Christians to a controversial televised comment by deputy chief of staff Padmé Amidala. Meanwhile, Cody Fett, the trouble-prone deputy communications director, unknowingly spends the night with a call girl (Satine Kryze) and then makes another critical error during a children’s White House tour. 

I just finished assining characters.

Main cast 

Cody Fett [Sam Seaborn], Deputy White House Communications Director 

Luminara [Mandy Hampton], Media Consultant 

Thorn Fett [Charlie Young], Personal Aide to the President 

Fox Fett [C. J. Cregg], White House Press Secretary 

Riyo Chuchi [Toby Ziegler], White House Communications Director 

Mace Windu [Leo McGarry], White House Chief of Staff 

Padme Amidala [Josh Lyman], White House Deputy Chief of Staff 

Breha Organa [Josiah Bartlet], President of the United States 

Bail Organa [Abbey Bartlet], First Lady of the United States 

Recurring cast 

Anakin Skywalker [Donna Moss], assistant to Padme 

Ponds Fett [Margaret Hooper], Assistant to Chief of Staff Windu 

Depa Billaba [Dolores Landingham], President Organa's executive secretary 

Yan Doku [Danny Concannon], senior White House correspondent for The Washington Post 

Leia Organa [Zoey Bartlet], the youngest of the President's three daughters 

Calab Dum [Mallory O'Brien], Leo McGarry's son 

Adi Gallia [Admiral Percy Fitzwallace], Chairman of the Joint Chiefs of Staff 

Shaak Ti [John Hoynes], Vice President of the United States 

Satine Kryze [Laurie], law student and part-time high priced call girl Sam sleeps with in the pilot. 

Hera Sendulla [Gina Toscano], the Secret Service agent assigned to Leia 

Bo-Katan Kryze [Joey Lucas], a Democratic political consultant 

Thrie Fett [Andrea Wyatt], Congresswoman from Maryland's 5th district and ex-husband of Riyo Chuchi 

[fluorescentmortem]

Plotted & closed starter for @storyuntrue

  On a cold night such as tonight, you'd think a woman would be keeping herself wrapped up in her home, bundled under blankets, sleeping or reading a good book to settle down to.

  Oh no, not tonight, however. Tonight was possibly one of the scariest nights of this woman's life. The woman in question: Margaret Hooper. Molly, she preferred. Being currently man ( woman? ) handled by a bloke behind her, her wrists bound behind her back. She hated this. Every bit of it. Being held in front of a large crowd of people — vampires, to her surprise — like a chunk of meat, or something even more valuable. No matter how much she struggled, how many times she tried to get her wrists free and the amount of profanities she spat out ( very unladylike, she knows ), there was no escaping.

  Fuck.

  Her dress beginning to slip down her freckled shoulders, hair unruly from her struggle... Molly honestly thought this could be her end. One man holding her, and the other, whom had just randomly appeared, for God's sake, started talking. Money, her, the highest bidder.

  Hold on. Highest bidder—? Her eyes shot open wide as she looked at this blood sucker with a face that had a mix of fear, shock and disgust ( she didn't know which one she was more ). She was going to be sold to one of these... these... 𝑴𝑶𝑵𝑺𝑻𝑬𝑹𝑺 as a blood bank!

  As soon as the bidding began, Molly's heart sunk lower and lower, right into the pit of her stomach, if she had to put it figuratively. She would died tonight. She knew it. Molly Hooper, death by major blood loss. She wouldn't need to sneak or dress up as a man to do her own autopsy, at least. That was the ONLY plus. Numbers were rising higher and higher between the blood suckers, Molly's brown, doe like eyes flicking head to head to try and keep up, to get a glimpse of who could possibly be dragging her home tonight.

  And then... a 𝑽𝑬𝑹𝒀 high number stood out amongst the rest, which had everyone's heads turning, quick enough to give anyone whiplash. He stood there beside a much shorter man, who was also looking at him with the most bewildered expression. Her eyes drifted toward him then, not being able to really get a good look at who had spoken — of bloody course he had to be so far in the back, if not THE back of the room.

  And with that... the man holding said little auction cleared his throat, pulled at his collar as a bead of sweat dropped down the side of his face as he spoke allowed, ❝The little wench,❞ Molly growled angrily at that, ❝goes to Mister Sherlock Holmes with the clear outstanding offer.❞

[tangleweave]

10 Fandoms / 10 Characters / 10 Tags

Tagged By: @kylo-wrecked

I have to admit I needed a few minutes to assemble ten fandoms, and a few minutes more for each one to think of ten characters for a couple of them! Fortunately, having an RP blog means I already interact with a few...

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Marvel Universe Eddie Brock / Venom Beta Ray Bill Peter Parker / Spider-Man Phil Coulson Groot Stephen Strange Vision {Seriously, did anybody expect the first seven to be any different?} Curt Connors / The Lizard Kurt Wagner / Nightcrawler Henry McCoy / The Beast

DC Universe Clark Kent / Superman Barry Allen / The Flash James Gordon Alfred Pennyworth Dick Grayson / Nightwing Tim Drake / Red Robin Kyle Rayner / Green Lantern Jimmy Olsen J'onn J'onzz / Martian Manhunter Victor Stone / Cyborg

Star Trek Universe Data Julian Bashir Saru Wesley Crusher Spock Miles O'Brien The Doctor Nog Worf Jadzia Dax

Star Wars Universe (yes, I count Legends, come at me) Corran Horn The Dark Woman Plo Koon Luke Skywalker Han Solo Anakin Skywalker Chewbacca Leia Organa Wedge Antilles Din Grogu

Trigun Nicholas D. Wolfwood Vash the Stampede Hoppered the Gauntlet Milly Thompson B.D.N. Rem Saverem Midvalley the Hornfreak Meryl Strife Dominique the Cyclops Legato Bluesummers

Yu-Gi-Oh! Joey Wheeler Tristan Taylor Yugi Muto Yami / Pharaoh Atem Rafael Mai Valentine Duke Devlin Mahad Odion Mako Tsunami

Power Rangers Universe Billy Cranston Zack Taylor Kimberly Hart Trini Kwan Jason Lee Scott Adam Park Robert James Anubis Cruger Lord Zedd Tommy Oliver

Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles Donatello Leonardo Michelangelo Splinter Raphael Casey Jones Bebop Rocksteady Mondo Gecko Muckman

Babylon 5 Stephen Franklin Zack Allan Vir Cotto Lennier G'Kar Lorien Marcus Cole Michael Garibaldi Jeffrey Sinclair John Sheridan

The West Wing Josiah Bartlet Charlie Young Toby Ziegler Sam Seaborn Dolores Landingham C.J. Cregg Margaret Hooper Leo McGarry Debbie Fiderer Josh Lyman

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Tagging: @brooklynislandgirl @nightmarefuele @illbringthechaosmagic @itmeanspeace @morgansmornings @sokovianfortune @defectivexfragmented @yggdrasilushxrt @tabbyrp @corinnebaileyrp

[musicprincess1990]

Sherlolly Appreciation Week - Day 5

Sorry I'm late (again), but here's the promised Musician AU!

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In Perfect Harmony

Very few people knew of Molly’s musical talent, let alone that it had made her a local celebrity. Her name and her eight-year-old face had been on every tabloid and newspaper in England for a solid six months, as she toured alongside the London Philharmonic. Child prodigy Margaret Hooper was on track to become a world-famous violinist, among the ranks of Heifetz, Kreisler, and Perlman. The violin was her life, her purpose, her first true love.

Until the pain started, and she was diagnosed with carpal tunnel syndrome.

Molly didn’t touch her violin for years, even after she had healed. Eventually, though, she picked it back up, but she only played for herself (and perhaps a few nosy neighbours who might have been listening). Never in public, nor even in front of her family. Her once legendary talent had all but slipped away, and though she was still good (as far as she knew), she certainly wasn’t as good. But the joy of simply playing again was all she needed.

She never told a soul. Not her uni mates, none of her boyfriends, not even Sherlock Holmes (although expected he knew just by looking at her). It was somehow comforting to have that secret, and to have music as an escape when she needed it.

Today, she most definitely needed it.

Molly sighed and rolled her shoulders backward in an effort to relax. She couldn’t precisely say why she was in such a foul mood, nothing bad had happened (for her, that is, no doubt the families of her post-mortems would disagree). By all accounts, it had been a perfectly normal day, and yet she felt somehow on edge… restless. She couldn’t quite put her finger on it, but it felt like something was about to happen.

At that point, Molly was tired of thinking, and more than ready to lose herself in music. She pulled her violin out from her closet and brought it to the sitting room. After applying rosin to the bowstrings, she adjusted the tuning, then tucked the instrument beneath her chin and began to play. The effect was instantaneous. As she coaxed the melody from the strings, all that tension at her back and shoulders washed away, and she let out another sigh. Her eyes fell closed as she slipped into a sort of trance-like state, and all but the music fell away.

As she drew out the final note of the piece, she returned to the here and now, smiling softly and feeling infinitely more at peace. She lowered bow and violin, turning to put them back into their case when—

“SODDING HELL!!”

Molly barely managed to keep from unceremoniously dropping her violin, though the bow was not so lucky, and shot across the room, clattering against a wall, then the floor. Her free hand then flew to her mouth on a reflex, due to the shock of realizing she wasn’t alone.

There stood none other than Sherlock bloody Holmes, staring at her like she’d sprouted an extra head.

Well. So much for the secret.

Molly heaved her third sigh of the night and went to retrieve her bow. “Sherlock, how many times have I asked you not to barge in unannounced?”

He didn’t answer immediately, and she could almost feel his eyes boring a hole into her skull while she put her violin and bow back in the case. When she finally faced him again, he said, “I called twice. You didn’t answer.”

Frowning in confusion, Molly slid a hand into her pocket, only to find her phone wasn’t there, and she realized she’d left it in her room. “Oh,” she said lamely. “Sorry, I… forgot I didn’t have my phone on me.”

Sherlock said nothing, just stared.

“Erm…” she began awkwardly, “so… what do you need?”

Another few moments of uncomfortable staring, and finally, he spoke, but instead of answering her question, he asked one of his own. “Why did you never tell me you played the violin?”

Not particularly wanting to discuss the whole complicated truth, Molly simply shrugged and said, “I thought you knew.”

“How would I have known?” he shot back irritably.

“The same way you know everything about everybody else,” she shrugged again. “I thought you would have deduced it.”

“Well, I didn’t,” he snapped, and it all became clear. He had missed something. By his own admission, he always missed something, but no matter how true that statement might be, it still bothered him when he did. Especially when it was something important, and this, she supposed, was important to him. And judging by the way he still stared at her, he wasn’t happy with the answer she gave him.

“I don’t tell anyone,” she finally continued. “No one outside of my family knows… except you, now.”

“Why?”

Molly had lost count of how many times she’d sighed in the last fifteen minutes, but she let out yet another. “If I’m going to have this conversation with you, I’m going to need wine.”

He rolled his eyes, but left the sitting room and made his way to her kitchen. Molly followed and went straight for the cupboard, where she opened a new bottle of merlot. She pulled out two glasses, raised her eyebrows at him in a wordless question, and at his nod, set one of them in front of him and filled both. His eyes never left her as she took a gratuitous sip, nor as he took a much smaller one from his own glass. Molly took another few swigs before setting hers down, finally ready to talk.

“I started playing the violin at two. My mum and dad told me I’d always loved watching characters and performers on telly who played, and they bought me a toy violin one Christmas. Apparently, I never let it out of my sight, and was constantly playing. At first, I expect it was just random noise, but then I started copying what I heard on telly… and I was good. Within a few years, I was old enough to start lessons, and I excelled. By the time I was eight years old, I was considered a prodigy, and was invited to play with the Philharmonic. I had a good six months as their featured artist.

Here, Molly paused, taking another rather large swallow of her wine. “Then I started having pain in my wrist.” She lifted her left hand and pointed to the spot in question, just on the underside of her wrist.

“Carpal tunnel,” he guessed, and she nodded.

“My parents tried to get me to stop playing, but I didn’t listen. I couldn’t imagine not playing the violin, it was everything to me. But one night, while on stage, it got so bad that I couldn’t play. I tried—God, I tried so hard—but I just couldn’t.”

She bit her lip as the bitter memories flashed through her mind, and finally forced out, “Within a week, the Philharmonic had found a replacement violinist. I was utterly destroyed, depressed for months, and my parents were worried I would harm myself. I didn’t… but I thought about it,” she admitted in a small voice. “It took several weeks of physiotherapy, and years of counselling, for me to heal. And it took even longer before I could even think of playing again. In fact it… it took my father asking me to play at his funeral. I had to rent out a violin that fit me, I’d long since outgrown the one I played as a girl, but I played ‘Danny Boy’ for him, one of his favourite songs. I expect he knew that would reawaken my love for music, and for the violin. And it did… but I still haven’t had the courage to perform.”

Having finished her tale, Molly downed the remaining contents of her glass, then poured another generous helping.

Sherlock, who had hardly touched his wine, took a thoughtful sip. “I suppose I understand why you kept it a secret in general… but why didn’t you tell me?”

Molly shrank back a bit, wrapping her arms around her middle. For a moment, she considered lying to him, telling him that the thought simply hadn’t occurred to her. But lying had never been her strong suit, and even if it were, he would still have seen through it. Still, she knew the words she was about to say would hurt him… almost as much as they would hurt her.

“You already criticise my jokes, my appearance, my taste in men—ironic, that,” she interjected. “I just couldn’t bear to have you criticise this, too.”

Sherlock was silent for a long time, and Molly kept her gaze firmly fixed on her hands, not wanting to see the pity and derision she was sure would be written all over his face. But then she saw him move from the corner of her eye, and she couldn’t help but look up as he stepped closer to her. And in his eyes, she found no trace of pity, not an ounce of derision… but an ocean’s worth of remorse.

“I am sorry, Molly,” he said in a low, serious voice. “I have never wanted to hurt you.”

She smiled sadly at him. “I know.”

His eyes flicked back and forth between hers before he spoke again. “Let me be clear on a few things. First of all, your jokes are ridiculous and groan-worthy, but nevertheless, they’ve always made me smile. Your taste in clothing is… curious, but in fact it suits you, and believe me, you have no reason to be at all insecure about your figure. As to your taste in men…” He took another step toward her, coming within arm’s reach, and forcing her to tip her head back to meet his eye. “To own the truth… the only real problem I’ve ever had with the men in your life is that none of them were me.”

Molly’s mouth fell open. “I… you… what?”

Sherlock’s lips twitched as he fought a smile. “Perhaps I haven’t been clear enough.”

And then those lips were on hers, and his hands bunched the fabric of her jumper as they curled into fists at her back. Molly heard a breathless moan as she buried her fingers in his curls, and only belatedly realized it had come from her. His tongue poked out and sought entrance, which she most happily obliged and moaned yet again as he tasted her. She gave as good as she got, and soon he was moaning right along with her.

It wasn’t until he hoisted her up onto the worktop that they broke apart, and Molly put a hand on his chest to stop him. Beneath the layers of clothing, she could feel his heart racing in rhythm with her own, and his eyes, wide and hungry and unfocused, found hers in an unspoken question.

“Why didn’t you say anything?” she asked.

Sherlock looked down bashfully—something she never thought she would see him do. “I don’t think I realized it until tonight… when I heard you playing. I had no idea, not in the slightest, and it irked me to think I had missed it, but even more so that you hadn’t even told me.” He sighed, bowing his head. “Not good, I know… but it’s the truth. And the thought that you’d been keeping this secret from me, while the likes of Tim—”

“Tom,” she corrected him.

“—Irrelevant,” he waved her off, “or even dear ‘Jim from IT’ knew about it—”

“They didn’t, I never told them either.”

“Well, I know that now,” he huffed.

Molly let out a giggle and brushed her hands over the lapels of his jacket. “You’re adorable when you’re jealous.”

His eyes narrowed. “I am neither adorable nor jealous.” “Yes, you are,” she grinned, and before he could argue, she yanked on his lapels and kissed him again, and he responded in kind. No more words were needed as they fumbled their way to her bedroom. They were as they had been so often before: in perfect harmony.

[twwpride]

Congratulations on finishing Day 1 of The West Wing Pride Week!

Today's works are listed below. Don't forget to leave love and support on everyone's work — community is what makes it all count!

At least we were electrified by @worldsofdreamers Prompt Fill: Coming Out & Pining, (F/F) Donna Moss x Original Female Character

Spring Cleaning by ebrkeyv/@pirateboy Prompt Fill: Coming Out & Pining, (M/M) Josh Lyman x Toby Ziegler

Margaret Hooper/Ronna Beckman Analysis by @meanderingstream

i wanna be your dog by rearviewmirror/@larsulrichburneracc Prompt Fill: Pining, (M/M) Sam Seaborn x Toby Ziegler

Venus Entrusting Cupid to Time by sparrow_writes/@callixton Prompt Fill: Coming Out, (Gen) Sam Seaborn & CJ Cregg