dinner island

Born Today, April 28, in 1878 the Legendary Lionel Barrymore…

“You can’t take it with you, Mr. Kirby. So what good is it? As near as I can see, the only thing you can take with you is the love of your friends.” - Lionel Barrymore as Martin Vanderhof in You Can’t Take It With You

SO MANY great roles from the lovable Grandpa Vanderhof in You Can’t Take It With You) to mean old Mr. Potter in It’s a Wonderful Life… including A Free Soul, Grand Hotel, Dinner at Eight, Treasure Island, Captains Courageous, Saratoga, Duel in the Sun, Key Largo… and Dr. Leonard Gillespie in the Dr. Kildare movie and radio series…

anonymous asked:

Imagine the rest of the Avengers (or Team Cap or the Commandos) constantly have a tally to see how many times in a conversation/day/mission Steve will mention that he's from Brooklyn. There may or may not be bets placed.

They had a bet going.  Two, really. One to see how many times in a day Cap would mention that he was from Brooklyn.  The other was to see how long it took before Cap noticed they were taking bets.  

So far, Dugan was winning and he was damn proud of it.  

“What’re the tally marks for?”  Steve was leaning over Dugan’s shoulder peering at the much-folded wrapper of an MRE.  

Dugan shrugged.  “Just keeping track.”

“Of what?”

“You know.  Stuff.”

Dugan made sure to smile wide and Steve merely nodded and wandered away.

***

When they made it back to base, Dugan added three more marks before dinner.  

Don’t see what’s so upsettin’ about that, the rats’re way bigger in Brooklyn. 

Buck, can you believe this? They did a decent job of dinner.  They ain’t Coney Island dogs, but they’re ok.

Don’t look surprised.  Of course I fight dirty.  How do you think I survived Brooklyn? 

For three weeks, Steve didn’t catch on.  It wasn’t until Bucky, with a wily look in his eye but a serious set to his mouth said: 

“I dunno, Steve.  I sorta like it here better.  Brooklyn’s not so great.  I might stay here after the war.”

That Steve nearly fainted and Dugan and the rest of the Commandos had to give up their game they were laughing so hard at Steve’s wounded expression.

“But – Buck –we’re –how –you can’t- but we’re—

“—From Brooklyn?  I’d never have guessed.”  Monty smiled.

The Simple Things Aren’t Always So Simple - Part 2 - Our Time

Word Count: 1879

Warnings: Implied smut, cheating. I, in no way, condone cheating on your spouse or partner. This fic is the result of a dream my friend @spntrista had one glorious night. Remember, this is strictly a work of fiction and should be regarded as such. We mean no disrespect to Jensen or his beautiful family. 

A/N: The first part was co-written by @spntrista, inspired by here dream. Unbeta’d but thank you @chelsea072498 for reading it over.

Italics indicate internal thoughts. 

Read Part 1 here (sorry the link is not working - thanks a lot Tumblr)


I was in the kitchen making coffee for Jensen and frying bacon for breakfast by the time everyone made it downstairs. Jensen thanked me for the coffee and went out to the patio. I needed just a moment with him. I asked the children to go play until breakfast was ready and I joined him outside.

“Mornin’ Darlin.” It was simple, Southern and made my heart skip a beat.

“Good morning Jensen.” I replied.

He turned to face me. I could tell he wanted to reach for me but was holding back in case one of the children appeared.

“I know what happened last night was wrong, but I don’t want to be right. Not anymore. I have held my tongue for far too long. I have let her walk all over me and I won’t do it anymore. When I go back to Vancouver, you and the children are coming with me.” He kissed my cheek and walked back in the house, leaving me stunned.

“Jensen? Wait.” I reached out for his arm, stopping him. He turned back to me. I attempted to gather my thoughts before speaking, never taking my eyes off my feet where they stood planted on the patio.

“Jensen, how do you even know you want me? Last night was the best night of my life, but how do you…how do you know that I am what you want?” The silence was deafening, neither of us knowing how to move forward.

I slowly peeled my eyes from my painted toes and looked up to see his emerald orbs fixated on mine. The look on his face was one of confusion and something I couldn’t put my finger on. Had I said something to make him think he wasn’t what I wanted? There was no doubt in my mind that if Jensen wanted me, he could have me for the rest of my life. I just wasn’t sure that I was truly what he needed. Did he really want to end his marriage? Split up his family? He has only known me for 48 hours.

He extended his arm, placing his hand gently against my cheek, making me weak in the knees once more. The look on his face, in his eyes, changed. I now saw heat, desire, passion. How could one person say so much without uttering a single word? It took all the strength in me, but I took a step back from his touch. I think it surprised, even shocked him.

Taking a deep breath and letting it out slowly, I spoke. “Here is what I think. I think, no, I know that I could spend every day and night doing we what did last night, but I want you to be sure. I don’t want you to look back a week, a month from now and regret making to me.” Holy shit! I just laid it all out there. I am laying my heart out for him to either embrace or crush. My eyes returned to their previous spot on the patio. Did I just screw up potentially the best thing that has ever happened to me?

It could have been seconds, minutes or a millennia before Jensen spoke, “wait here” before turning and heading back into the house. I let out a breath I wasn’t aware I was holding, before collapsing in the nearest chair. The cool morning air enveloping me like the thoughts swirling through my mind.  A few minutes later, the patio door opened and my head turned toward the sound, seeing Jensen emerge from the house, I stood, waiting for him.

He glided towards me, a look of determination etched in his beautiful face. “I have a charity event tonight. I will be leaving around six, but will not return home until late. I have called my mother and she will come pick up the children around eight o’clock. She offered to keep them overnight tonight and tomorrow.” He paused, his eyes searching mine.

“You are afraid you aren’t really what I want, what I need.  I plan on spending tomorrow proving you wrong.” He announced, leaving me speechless.

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Kids & Food Poisoning? (Bucky x Reader)

A/N: Hi guys!! So, I was supposed to post this earlier but I got a little distracted haha…Anyways, I’m so sorry if this story doesn’t have enough fluff or baby excitement, I’m not really good with kids’ stuff, I don’t even know if I want kids next time but yeah…I did add a small little scene at the end hahah. Enjoy!

Request: can you please write a bucky imagine where you really want kids but because of his troubled past and guilt he doesn’t want them? He feels like they will be ashamed of him. But he finally agrees and it ends with fluff/romance/baby excitement please? Thank you so much!


It was the second wedding anniversary between you and your husband, you should be happy or excited, another wonderful year has passed, but you were far from ecstatic right now. You looked at your watch and sighed impatiently. He was late for half an hour and was going to be late for the movie as well.

“Y/N!”

You turned to the side as you heard your name, to see a familiar person running towards you.

Crossing your arms over your chest and looking at him with a raised brow, you watched as he slowed down and stopped directly in front of you with a sheepish grin on his face.

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