Broadway Tower is an 18th century folly built upon the highest point in the Cotswolds. In later times, William Morris dwelt there, and the tower is decorated with his wallpapers to this day. Broadway Tower by Richard on flickr
I might be a little off my game but hopefully this is what you were looking for. I rather enjoyed writing the dialogue for this so I hope it suits the characters. This was requested by thegirlwiththeimpala so enjoy!I hope there was enough fluff for you - I decided to shake it up and not write a kissing scene. I think it would have been too out of place at this stage in their relationship but let me know your honest opinion, I appreciate the feedback.
Prompt: Can you do a oneshot were Steve and you are watching a movie together and fall asleep on the couch and the avengers (Tony and Nat!?) find you in the morning (cuddled up) and think it´s really sweet and taking a picture. When you and Steve see the photo you admit you like each other. Really fluffy. <3
“The Photograph” (Part 1)
“Well that film absolutely sucked.” Steve snorted as the credits began to roll. Kicking the blanket away with your feet, you heaved your legs off of his lap. The minute you did so, your calves missed the gentle touch of his hands which he had been resting atop the blanket.
“It wasn’t that bad, was it?” You giggled as you approached the DVD player. “Yes, (y/n), it was. Frankly, the plot was predictable and the relationship between Reed and Susan was stale.” You rolled your eyes as the device spit the DVD tray back out, almost as if it was rejecting your “The Fantastic Four” DVD. You still didn’t understand why it was so disliked – you thought it was quite an enjoyable film. “Oh, what would you know about love and all that jazz?” You laughed. You didn’t notice the way his eyes stared longingly at you in silent response to your question. Eventually, he was forced to say something else. “Don’t even get me started on the actor who played the fire guy – what was his name? Johnny Storm? He was awful.”
“Well alright then, you can pick the next DVD if you like.” You replied. Having returned the disc to its case, you gestured to the small selection of films you had extracted from your ever-growing collection. “(Y/n), it’s nearly midnight.” Steve pointed out with a smile that suggested he didn’t really care. “I didn’t say we’d watch all of it… Even if we fall asleep here, I’m not letting up until you have watched a film you don’t complain after.” Steve’s eyes pored over the films you had piled up on the coffee table in front of him – nothing really jumped out. “Oh, I don’t know, why don’t you just choose?” He asked rhetorically. “Because every time I do, I get a bloody monologue afterwards telling me why it’s such a crap film. Now pick something so I can’t be held responsible.” You demanded. Steve smirked at the authority that you were showing. “Fine. That one.” He said, jutting out his index finger at a box halfway down the pile. Following the direction in which he was pointing, you saw the faces of Gary Sinise and John Malkovich looking back at you.
Of Mice and Men.
“Good choice.” You said before dealing with the disc. As the DVD whirred into action, you picked up the remote and returned to your position on the sofa, draping the thick blanket over your legs. Steve turned to you. “What are you doing?” “Well, when people place their asses on a surface and stay there it’s usually referred to as ‘sitting down’. Didn’t realise that was such a novelty in the 40s.” You muttered whilst adjusting the blanket. After playfully hitting you as punishment for your sarcasm, Steve explained. “No shit Sherlock. I meant that you’ve moved further away.” He sighed. Without realising, you had indeed sat next on the seat next to him as opposed to how you’d initially sat – with your legs across his lap which he fondly stroked. He held up his arm so that you could crawl next to him and you obliged.
“I’ve read the book and I know how this ends – if it’s as sad as I remember then I’m going to need you here to comfort me.” He smiled wistfully. “This coming from the man who fought Nazis-OW!” You yelped. Steve had pinched you in the rib to stop you being sarcastic. “Bravery has nothing to do with sentimentality…” He chuckled. With your arms wrapped around his torso and your head on his chest, it was difficult for you to look up at him though it didn’t stop you from trying. “Wow, that’s actually, surprisingly deep, Steve.” You giggled. “I do have a brain, you know.” “Really? Well, let me know if you ever fancy using it.”
As you may know, Rob Benedict & Richard Speight are currently in production on their new series, “Kings of Con”, where they play MC’s on the sci-fi convention circuit as the eponymous kings of conventions. What you may not know is that their agent messed up and booked King Kong and the Kings of Con to MC the same convention. Draw or paint these three giants of the con circuit trying to share the stage or green room. Either Rob or Rich should probably be the lithe damsel in distress.
On this day in 1485, King Richard III of England died during the Battle of Bosworth Field, making him the last English monarch to die in battle. Before ascending to the throne, Richard served as protector of the realm for his nephew,
the 12 year old King Edward V. Supposedly to protect him before his coronation, Richard had the young king and his brother lodged in the royal palace of the Tower of London. However, Edward’s claim to the throne was declared invalid and Richard claimed the throne for himself. Soon after Richard’s coronation in July 1483, ‘the Princes in the Tower’ mysteriously disappeared, leading many to believe Richard had them killed to consolidate his claim to the
throne. Richard’s reign, and indeed much of that of his predecessors,
was dominated by the Wars of the Roses. These wars for the throne were
fought during the mid to late fifteenth century between the houses of
Lancaster and York, rival factions of the royal House of
Plantagenet. Richard III was a Yorkist and contributed to many of his
house’s early victories in the conflict, helping ensure his brother and
then his nephew’s reign. However, Richard III was destined to become the
last king of both the House of York and the Plantagenet dynasty itself.
He was defeated and killed by the forces of Lancastrian Henry Tudor in the Battle
of Bosworth Field on 22nd August 1485, ending the Wars of the Roses and allowing Henry to become King and
begin the rule of the Tudors. Richard III was buried unceremoniously at Grey Friars Church, and his remains were lost for centuries, until an excavation in 2012 found his skeleton
under a car park in the city of Leicester. The subsequent renewed interest in Richard III, so maligned by William Shakespeare in the eponymous play as a murderer and “poisonous bunch-back’d toad”, was partly shaped by revisionist attempts to emphasise the positive aspects of his reign and character. In 2015, 530 years after his death, King Richard III was reburied in Leicester in a ceremony as befit a king.
12 October 1962 The Beatles with their idol (especially Paul’s!) Little Richard at the Tower Ballroom, Brighton, Wallasey Image Source: Beatles Source
“Brian Epstein booked me to play with them and Paul would just sit down and look at me. He’d say, ‘Oh Richard, you’re my idol. Just let me touch you’ He wanted to learn my little holler, so we sat at the piano, going ‘Oooooooh!’ until he got it.” - Little Richard