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Blenheim Palace

Birthplace of Winston Churchill, Blenheim Palace is one of Britain’s finest stately homes. It’s surrounded by landscaped parkland, the handiwork of Capability Brown, and elegant formal gardens which make it an ideal place to explore on a sunny day. A triumph of romantic architecture, the palace is a World Heritage Site.

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James Spader appreciation week –> Day 5

One monologue among the thousands I really love.

“White Palace” - James Spader, Susan Sarandon.

Quiet domestic dinner with Nora’s visiting sister, Judy. Max and Nora are confortable with each other, but Judy’s presence has Nora on edge (perhaps because she is afraid of being judged).

Judy: “Well, I wonder how you two met”.

(embarassed silence on Nora’s side, until she decides to brazen the question out)

Nora: “I picked him up in a bar, how’s that?”

Max intervenes: “I was drunk and she was drunk, I liked her looks so I convinced her to bring her home and I seduced her on the sofa bed. And it was magic and I keep coming back for more.”

The way he delivers these few lines, rewriting the beginning of their story together in a more romantic light, is extremely touching and shows tremendous depth of feeling and tenderness.
He is at the same time sweet, protective, sensual, manly, loving and very matter of fact.

anonymous asked:

Wedding Kaider

              For the first time in hours, Cinder could relax. She sagged limply against Kai’s side, half out of her chair and into his, and sighed heavily, stifling a yawn in the back of her throat.

               It was over.

               The vows had been said, the rice had been thrown, the cake had been eaten, and here they were. Married. Sitting at the head table at the reception hall as the last few guests danced the last waltz of the night under the fading light of a thousand paper lanterns and trying desperately to keep their eyes open until the hover meant to bear them away on their honeymoon arrived. Weddings were exhausting…especially when they were as absolutely disastrous as this one had been.

               Thorne’s suit pants had mysteriously disappeared when he went to change for the ceremony, resulting in a frantic search that upturned half the palace’s guest wing, but yielded no trace of the elusive pants. Luckily for all involved, Wolf had an extra pair in his luggage, and Thorne somehow managed to saunter through the day despite the rolled-up hems and carefully belted waistline that came with wearing pants much too big for him. Cinder snickered at the thought, making a mental note to catch the royal photographer before Thorne did; she had to have a copy of those photos before Thorne wheedled Cress into destroying them.

               The skies above New Beijing had opened up and poured barely an hour before the wedding was to begin, soaking weeks’ worth of elegant decorations in minutes and dashing all hopes of a romantic gathering in the palace gardens. Cinder had declared it was a sign they should elope, but Iko had thrown together a hasty replacement venue in the grand hall. A few flower garlands quickly woven by android hands, a simple stage, and a healthy dose of ambient lighting from leftover festival lanterns, and all was well.

               Cinder herself had started to overheat as she walked up the aisle, her heart pounding and her temperature spiking at the very thought of the step she and Kai were about to take. A million nasty what-ifs swirling through her brain had threatened to send her system into panic mode. Thorne, however, had noticed first and—in front of the cameras broadcasting the event live to two entire planets—took off his boutonniere and flicked it at her. It had been enough of a shock to jerk her out of the downward spiral of a system overload, but Cinder would bet any amount of univs that the footage was already viral online. She’d have to thank him for that, later. After she’d properly yelled at him for throwing things during her wedding, of course.

               Kai, who hadn’t stuttered over a speech in years, had stumbled through the vows like a second grader giving his first book report. He kept staring at Cinder in her wedding dress and trailing off in the middle of his sentence, grinning like a fool until the officiant gently reminded him to stop gawking at his bride and continue.

               All in all, it had been a train wreck of a royal wedding.

               And yet here they were, curled up together in the uncomfortable portable chairs common to reception halls of any quality, exhausted, but happy. Cinder smiled to herself as Kai’s arm slid tighter around her shoulders. Somehow, it fit. Their relationship had never been about perfect dates and immaculate events; dirty mechanic booths and ruined ball gowns had always been more their speed. Apparently, a trivial little thing like a marriage didn’t change that. All it did was prove a point Cinder had come to realize a long time ago.

               Happily ever afters don’t have to be perfect to be happy.

teenage tragedy // in lieu of a romantic palace (x)

i. oceans / seafret ii. first day of my life / gnash iii. cocoon / catfish and the bottlemen iv. american money / borns v. i walk the line / halsey vi. sloppy seconds / watsky vii. training wheels / melanie martinez viii. the kids aren’t alright / fall out boy ix. out of my league / fitz and the tantrums x. lose it / oh wonder

Questions

Zuko was, and forever would be, more than grateful that he found his mother. He not only got his mother back, but gained a stepfather and another little sister, who he already loved with all his heart.

But, sometimes, Kiyi didn’t know how to keep her questions to herself, not caring who heard.

“Zuko! Why is your face so scratchy? I don’t like it.”

“Uncle Iroh, why is your belly so big? Are you storing tea in there?”

“Gross!! Toph, why are you so smelly? I think its bath time for you.”

“Sokka, why is your face so goofy?”

“Suki, you have too much makeup on. Do you want me to teach you how to do it better?”

“Avatar Aang, why do you have those funny looking arrows everywhere?”

“Miss Katara, when are you gonna marry Zuko?”

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