a bit of serendipity

In Memory of Brian Bedford, the Voice of Robin Hood

For most animation fans, Brian Bedford is probably famous for voicing the character of Robin Hood in Disney’s 1973 animated adaptation. But long before – and long after – that film, Bedford had an extremely successful career as a stage actor.

Brian Bedford was born in Yorkshire, England on February 16, 1935. At age 15 he left school to join an amateur theater group. At age 17, Bedford was accepted into the Royal Academy of Dramatic Art in London.

Bedford made his Broadway debut in a 1959 production of Peter Shaffer’s Five Finger Exercise. He won a Tony Award in 1971 for his performance in Moliere’s The School for Wives. The release of Disney’s Robin Hood followed two years later.

Fans of Robin Hood fondly remember the scene in which Robin and Little John cross-dress as female fortune tellers in order to rob Prince John. In a delightful bit of serendipity, Bedford earned his seventh Tony nomination in 2011 for his drag performance of Lady Bracknell in Oscar Wilde’s The Importance of Being Earnest.

On January 13, 2016, Brian Bedford died at age 80, after a two-year battle with cancer. He is survived by his husband, Tim MacDonald, also an actor.

R.I.P. Mr. Bedford. You will not be forgotten!

Image is a slightly altered version of one created by ImDerpyHooves

Casino Niagara

Author: @xerxia31

A short little bit of fluff. Rated G.


“C’mon Gale, we have to go right by it anyway, I just want to take a quick look!” he groans, but this isn’t a battle he’s going to win and he knows it.

Gale and I have been best friends since I was 12 but this is the first time we’ve ever traveled anywhere together. The trip was his idea; he’s leaving to go work in the oil sands next week and it’ll be months before we see each other again. So when he suggested a weekend in Niagara Falls I jumped at the chance. I’ve never been to the falls before.

“Fine,” he huffs. “Five minutes and then we move on.” But he almost cracks a smile as I grab his arm and detour, directing us towards the four stories of glass that make up the facade of Casino Niagara. I’ve never been in a casino before, never seen one except in the movies, and I’m curious.

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robancrow  asked:

favorite game(s)? do you login daily? what items do you wish you had more of?

Ah yay I got an ask! My favourite game is definitely wizardess heart but I like Oz+ quite a bit as well… I also really like that older voltage game “Serendipity next door”!

I used to login to wizardess heart daily but now it’s closer to every second day unless it’s an event then it’s multiple times per day😂

I really wish I had more story tickets obviously but also Gedonelune medals and gold medals because they’re so hard to get without spending a bunch of money!😭(I always end up buying them anyways though RIP my wallet)

Thanks so much for asking me~💕

Holiday

Author: @appleblossomgirl0305 

Rated M, for a bit of language, but mostly for anticipated future occurrences.

A/N: Wow, this seriously got away from me! Apparently, Everlark on a tropical holiday was a happy place for my brain to stall out in for a while. If there is interest, I’ll post the next chapter.


It had been a crazy long day and I was basically dead on my feet as I slumped onto barstool to get tipped out. I sighed as I watched her dark braid disappear beneath the counter as she put away the last of the cleaning supplies. As usual, Gale was hovering over her, gesturing angrily (or was it passionately?), about something; probably something extremely important and seductive.

I had to stop doing this to myself. I had to be up in like three hours to start my shift at the bakery. I justified keeping this Friday night shift at Abernathy’s Pub because the tips were so good. On a good night, I could make half a week’s bakery salary in one shift of waiting tables. (On a bad night, I could surreptitiously stare at Katniss all night.) But now that I was 26 and transitioning into managing the bakery as my father took a step back, it was getting harder to explain even to myself.

The real reason, of course, was the raven-haired woman slipping lithely around the corner of the bar. I had been in love with Katniss Everdeen for basically my entire life. She was the secret motivation for pretty much everything I’ve done from captaining the wrestling team in high school to majoring in business administration in college to coming back home to work at my family’s bakery. And keeping this god-forsaken Friday night shift. I really needed to either confess my undying love to her or quit this damned job before it actually killed me.

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