Sir Christopher Frank Carandini Lee, CBE, CStJ, (born 27 May 1922) is an English actor, singer and author.
Contrary to popular belief, Lee does not have a vast library of occult books. When giving a speech at the University College Dublin on 8 November 2011, he said: "Somebody wrote I have 20,000 books. I’d have to live in a bath! I have maybe four or five [occult books].“
“I’ve seen many men die right in front of me - so many in fact that I’ve become almost hardened to it. Having seen the worst that human beings can do to each other, the results of torture, mutilation and seeing someone blown to pieces by a bomb, you develop a kind of shell. But you had to. You had to. Otherwise, we would never have won.”
“I will play no more monsters. Dracula is different; he is such an exciting person.”
“(on Vincent Price and Peter Cushing) They were both grand masters of their art but more importantly as human beings… wonderful people, wonderful actors and I miss them very very much.”
Happy birthday to Kim Taeyeon, the most wonderful, adorkable, ahjumma-like kid leader there ever is! I truly am speechless about you. I’m not exactly the best at expressing myself, but I really do mean all the kind words I have said about you. You do so much for all of us S♡NES that I feel like there’s just no way I, or we, could ever pay you back. Defending us when an announcer used a negative term, taking the time to talk to us, creating an instagram, comforting and singing to us when the members had boyfriends, or just giving us a small wave. Every little thing you do is worth it to us. And I just want to thank you for that. You try your best at everything, and I hope you never change. Please do keep being the beautiful angel you are, 김태연. Stay humble, work hard, and always be by your sisters’ sides. May Girls’ Generation live on forever~! ♥
thank you for voicing all these amazing characters thank you for sharing your wonderful voice with us thank you for having such an amazing and cute (and do S) personality thank you for giving us your best smile all the time thank you for being born
sterek au: woodworker!derek, future - Derek’s gone from Beacon Hills for awhile, and Stiles finds him holed up in a workshop, building things out of wood. Stiles just can’t seem to stay away, and Derek doesn’t seem to mind.
Derek smells him waiting in the driveway. He’s still driving the same piece of shit Jeep; Derek heard the popand squeak as soon as he’d turned onto the property. He doesn’t think too hard
about what it means that he knows it’s Stiles from the sound of his tires and
axles. It’s easier to blame it on the Jeep than to analyze it any closer.
Derek marks the measurements on
the piece of wood lying on his workbench as he listens to the nervous pounding
of Stiles’ heartbeat. He can smell the acrid scent of Stiles’ anxiety, a scent
he remembers so vividly from before. He never could quite understand how Scott
had trouble finding it; it was subtle, but used to consume Derek’s senses
anytime Stiles was around. It was hard to imagine Stiles without it.
Derek’s own heartbeat spikes
when the Jeep’s door opens, the hinges in dire need of oiling. He takes a deep
breath and begins to measure the angle on one end of the wood. Stiles pauses
just outside the door, and Derek knows that Stiles knows that he can hear him
now. After a few moments, Stiles opens
the door and steps inside.
“Hey,” he says.
Derek carefully sets the pencil
down and straightens. He’s not quite sure what to expect when he looks at
Stiles. Regret, longing, relief – Derek’s not sure. He’d avoided the McCall
Pack ever since he came back to Beacon Hills, mostly because he didn’t want to
find out how it’d feel to see them again.
Derek’s unable to describe what
he’s feeling right now. He’s never been good with words, and he’s pretty sure
this defies words anyway.
“Gotta tell you,” Stiles
starts, nervously walking further into the room. His heart is jackrabbiting in
his chest, and his fingers are fidgeting, touching everything they pass. He
doesn’t look at Derek, but glances around the workshop instead. “I didn’t quite
believe Scott when he told me you were back.”
Derek tracks Stiles’ movements.
He’s like overly excitable prey, and his wolf wants to pounce. He crosses his
arms over his chest as Stiles picks up a chisel and examines it. He sets it
back on the table and finally looks at Derek. “I’m not really surprised you
holed yourself up here in the mountains all alone. The woodworker thing,
though, that’s new.” Stiles comes closer and rakes his eyes over Derek’s
clothes. “But really, it’s the plaid that’s kinda freaking me out.”
Derek huffs out a laugh as he
glances down at his Buffalo plaid shirt. “Leave it up to you to run head first
into danger, but be freaked out by plaid.”
Stiles smiles, and Derek stares
for too long.
“So,” Stiles finally says, drawing
out the O as he scratches his chin awkwardly. He pokes around the shelves in
Derek’s workshop, so Derek picks the pencil and protractor back up. He draws
another angle as he listens to the sound of Stiles’ breathing.
"I don’t find her in any way treacly or sweet. She’s definitely a woman of manners, but not in any way that’s offensively on the saccharine side. She just embodies a kind of grace and elegance and civility, and that’s not how you would describe most people in show business.“
“What a piece of work is a man! How noble in reason, how infinite in faculty, in form and moving how express and admirable! In action how like an angel! In apprehension how like a god! The beauty of the world! The paragon of animals!”Shakespeare's Hamlet, Prince of Denmark, Act II, Scene 2
Thank you - HAPPY 33rd BIRTHDAY THOMAS WILLIAM HIDDLESTON (9.02.1981)
I didn’t get to make a better picture cause I think I hit my first artist block since I had this blog =w=; but i’ll still say my piece:
Thank you for giving me a fun, wonderful game to play. Thank you for the delightful music that has invaded all my playlists. Thank you for inspiring me to make this blog. Thank you for introducing me to so many wonderful artists. And Thank you for giving me the chance to find such amazing friends and fans who are able to deal with my constant bullshit.
Thank you for existing Undertale, and Happy Birthday <3
I commissioned the wonderful suitfer to make this beautiful piece for my darling yanks02’s birthday. I wanted to give her something special and unique. The detail Andrea put into this is amazing. It’s so gorgeous, I love it a lot. Be sure to click on it to see in HQ.
So happy birthday, my beautiful Johnna. Here’s your Klaine, with their very own Giggsy. I hope you like it. <3
I’d like to be able to say “if you’re happy I’m happy” but that’s not the case.
I’ve never been one of those people.
I’m the kind of person who still wishes on every birthday cake for him to leave you, on every star for you to hurt like I hurt, and on every wishing fountain for you to come back to me.
I thought that crying my eyes red enough to scare my mother was the worst it was going to get, but then it turned into insomnia, staring at the ceiling for hours every night wondering what the fuck I did wrong, analyzing every piece of the best memories of my life until they seemed like they belonged more to a movie than they did to us.
I’ve tried to love other girls but I’m a junkie and you were my first hit, and now I’m searching for the same rush in girls who do nothing but stall the withdrawals for a while.
My life is empty and the bath water is never full enough to cover my body. I spend my time filling journal after journal with snapshots of you and pieces of me.
I’m scared to love again, it seems the only love i have in me is love for you.
Today was @kaciart one of my best and most lovely friends birthday. And while it’s TECHNICALLY not her birthday anymore where she is. IT STILL IS HERE >.> every time I get to talk with you it’s a good mark against my day and I couldn’t be happier to have you as a friend. You’re so wonderful and I love you to pieces.
So even though its technically over for you. I still hope you have a wonderful Birthday weekend 8D
i know i’m late, but it’s still your birthdy somewhere in the world right? i wanted to try something different for your birthday this time, and although i didn’t make all the gifs i wanted to - i hope i still got to show one of my favorite sides of yours. your shit-talking, being a little piece of shit, and just all around being absolutely ridiculous is a part of you that i love so so much, i hope i always get to see more of that ;; i hope you had a wonderful birthday and have a wonderful comeback with bigbang~ continue on living and acheiving your dreams and don’t give up hope my love! i’ll be cheering you on and pushing you forward as always ♥♥♥