sexual orientation: a middle aged woman leaning over a desk

My Tumblr list of must-see movies

A list of 15 movies you must see before you die:

1. Notting Hill (1999) - Julia Roberts & Hugh Grant

2. Sleepless in Seattle (1993) - Meg Ryan & Tom Hanks

3. Sabrina (1995) - Harrison Ford, Julia Ormond, & Greg Kinnear

4. The Way Way Back (2013) - Steve Carell, Toni Colette, & Liam James

5. You’ve Got Mail (1998) - Meg Ryan & Tom Hanks

6. A Walk to Remember (2002) - Mandy Moore & Shane West

7. Kings of Summer (2013) - Nick Robinson, Moises Arias, & Gabriel Basso

8. Dead Poets Society (1989) - Robin Williams & Robert Sean Leonard

9. Breakfast Club (1985) - Molly Ringwald & Judd Nelson

10. Forrest Gump (1994) - Tom Hanks & Robin Wright

11. When Harry met Sally (1989) - Meg Ryan & Billy Crystal

12. The Blind Side (2009) - Sandra Bullock & Quinton Aaron

13. Pretty in Pink (1986) - Molly Ringwald & Jon Cryer

14. Steel Magnolias (1989) - Julia Roberts & Sally Field

15. Serendipity (2001) - John Cusack & Kate Beckinsale


February 14th 1852: Great Ormond Street hospital founded

On this day in 1852, the Great Ormond Street Hopsital for Sick Children opened in London. In the mid-nineteenth century, despite high child mortality rates, there was little professional medical help available for children, with many parents opting to care for their children themselves. Dr. Charles West identified this problem, and drew attention to childhood diseases in a series of lectures. It was Dr. West who fought for the opening of Great Ormond Street, the first hospital of its kind in the UK. When the hospital first opened its doors, it had only ten beds, and was led by the matron Frances Willey. Great Ormond Street struggled financially in its first years, but in 1858 it was saved when famed author Charles Dickens gave a public reading of A Christmas Carol to raise money for the hospital. With Dickens’s money, the hospital could expand and increase its bed capacity to 75. In the years that followed, Great Ormond Street further expanded and attracted notable patrons who wanted to support its work. Most famously, in 1929 the author J.M. Barrie donated the copyright to his creation Peter Pan to the hospital, which has provided the hospital with a steady income. Great Ormond Street is a British institution, and continues to have a worldwide reputation for patient care.

Me when i found out Witches of East End got cancelled.

I forever hate lifetime after this. Please netflix, bring Witches of East End Back, it was such a great show. Reblog this if you love Witches of East End and still have hope for a Season 3.

Strangers on a Train (1951) was written for the screen by Raymond Chandler and Czenzi Ormonde, based on an adaptation by Whitfield Cook of a Patricia Highsmith novel. 

Raymond’s other screenplay in the top 133 is for Double Indemnity.

Czenzi was an assistant to Ben Hecht, who also contributed, uncredited, to the screenplay.  Czenzi had four other writing credits, all unremarkable.

Patricia’s novels have been adapted 38 times for the big and small screens.  most notably The Talented Mr Ripley, and most recently The Two Faces of January in 2014 with Viggo Mortensen, Oscar Isaac and Kristen Dunst.


(I refuse to believe that those 15 years didn’t do more damage to Chakotay than we were ever shown. And, I also believe more went on during that ‘dinner’ than we actually ever saw.)

“Tell me about her.” Tessa looks across at him, she leans back against the bulkhead of the shuttle and watches him closely.

Chakotay turns away, back to the comfort of the familiar console. He can’t go there. Even now, 15 years later, he can’t talk about her. He’s holding her back, but he can feel her presence, hear her whisper his name.

“There’s nothing to tell,” he finally replies. He closes his eyes to block out the image of her body, perfectly preserved in her frozen grave, but it doesn’t work. Nothing works. She’s there in his mind, haunting him, refusing to leave. He doesn’t want her to leave. The pain of seeing her again is so achingly beautiful, he finally feels something other than emptiness.

“You can’t fool me, Chakotay. You might be able to fool yourself, but you can’t fool me. Tell me about her,” Tessa presses. She’s never been this forceful before, but time is running out.

Chakotay sighs, “I’ve told you, there’s nothing to tell. She was the Captain, I was her First Officer. That’s it. That’s all.”

“She was more than that. Come on, Chakotay. I saw how you looked at her today. I can tell it’s bothering you.” Tessa pushes. Usually she would back off at this point, but not now, not today.

Chakotay offers a sharp bark of a laugh. Bothering him? That was an understatement. Their names start to roll through his mind. And she’s there again, arms folded, smiling infuriatingly at him. He shakes his head and squeezes his eyes shut.

“They are all dead!” he snaps. “Of course it bothered me!”

Tessa gets to her feet and moves to the chair next to him. She leans over and places her hand onto his arm.

“Talk to me, tell me about her,” Tessa says, her voice soft.

Chakotay shakes his head, swallowing back the lump growing in his throat. The image of her laid at an awkward angle amongst the ice growing clearer in his mind. Her face, frozen in time, begins to thaw before his eyes, the blue hue of her skin transforming into the soft pink of life, her closed eyes softening back to the beautiful shade he always admired, her hair loosening back into the colour and style he remembers, but has spent 15 years trying to forget.

“I can’t!” he gasps, desperate to keep her ghost at bay.

“Yes you can,” Tessa urges, her grip on his arm strengthening.

“Why? Why do you want to know?” He pleads, the anguish clear in his voice.

“Because, when this works, you will be back with her and not with me. I won’t recall any of this. I’m giving up everything for her. I’d like to know her. Like you knew her.”

“But you won’t remember,” he reasons, battling with the images that threaten to overwhelm him. He thinks he hears her call his name again, but shakes his head to rid himself of that torturing thought.

“I will for a few hours. That’s good enough for me. Tell me about her.” Tessa says gently. She strokes his arm and he can’t hold it back any longer.

The image in his mind blossoms into full colour. Her voice is there in his ears, in his mind. She’s always been there, “Have you missed me?” she asks, that flirty smile playing across her lips.

“Yes,” he gasps out loud. He feels Tessa’s hand on his arm and he pulls away as if she is burning him. He grips the console, shocked and confused at the images in his mind and her voice in his ears.

Tessa reaches out again, “Talk to me. Tell me.”

He’s battling with his inner demons. Battling the raw emotion that never went away, that didn’t ease with time as the councillors said. And she’s there. Sat across from him at a dinner table. Disregarding his concerns with a wave of a hand and a flirty smile. She’s drinking wine, eyes sparkling, talking to him of how they had waited too long.

“Are you with me?” she asks and he curses the universe that he never had the courage to fight her on it. She was so happy and he loved seeing her that way, he gave the only answer he could.


And Gods help him, he meant it.

“Chakotay…” her voice is soft, she’s out of her seat and in front of him, her hand stroking his cheek. Any concerns blown out the airlock as the pure scent of her assaults his whole being.

“Have you missed me?” she asks, his mind creating things that never happened. Or did they? He’s lived so long loving her ghost, he can’t determine what is real anymore.

“Yes,” he gasps, she smiles and strokes his cheek.

“Our last night in the Delta Quadrant, how should we celebrate?” she asks and there is no doubt of the intentions in her voice.

“How would you like to celebrate?” he asks, his hand reaching up to cover hers on his cheek.

She smiles softly and gazes at him from beneath her eyelashes. She licks her lips, “Together,” she answers. “Are you with me?”


The image twists, he’s in her bed, she’s beneath him and surrounding him, he’s in heaven, she’s holding onto him and he’s barely clinging onto to any form of coherency.

“This time tomorrow,” she rocks her hips against him, “We can be together,” she gasps, reaching up to kiss him. “Earth.”

“Yes,” he groans, kissing her neck.

“It’s what I’ve always wanted,” she whispers. “You.”

He can’t hold back any longer and he’s calling her name, the image blurring and disappearing before his eyes. And she’s there, before him, leaning against the console in that cocky, self-assured way she always did.

“Have you missed me?” she asks.

“Yes,” he chokes.

She fades away before him and he tries to reach out for her, but she’s gone. Tessa appears in front of him, her eyes filled with concern.

“Chakotay? Are you OK?”

“I love her,” he gasps. “Always. That’s all there is to say.”

Tessa nods, swallowing the pain the truth brings her, though she’s always known it. Known it since she met him. He has no idea how many times he’s called her, Kathryn by mistake. She’s never called him on it. She just accepted it.

“I know,” she responds. “I just needed to hear you say it.”

She gets up and pats his shoulder, moving away to the back of the shuttle.

“I’m sorry,” he says to the empty room. His head drops to his chest before finally, he looks up at the console and continues with his preparations.

“Have you missed me?” The words are uttered into the silence in a voice he barely recognises as his own.

“You know I have….” comes the reply inside his head.

“I hope so. Just don’t pull away from me, Kathryn.”

“I won’t. Come back to me and you’ll see,” her voice echoes through his mind.

He shakes his head sadly, he knows that deep down, if this works and they erase the last 15 years away, she’ll pull back from him. That night only existed under the proviso of them reaching home. There’s no room for them in the Delta Quadrant. If it fails, he’s still lost her. Either way, he’s destined to live with a broken heart and the ghost of what could have been.

Sees a middle aged woman, forgets how to talk and eyes become heart shaped

Do you ever imagine yourself in your favorite show and make up your own character and the connection you have with your favorite character and what they would say and do. I don't know might just be me...