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Happy Birthday Roger Livesey (25th June 1906 - 4th February 1976)

He was one of the rare actors that really listens to you - Wendy Hiller

I had seen Roger Livesey at the Old Vic and had been very impressed by this broad-shouldered, golden haired Viking…I vowed to myself that one day I would make Roger’s husky voice beloved all over the world - Michael Powell

His acting ability of course was well known to the profession and public alike; what, perhaps, was not so generally known was his generosity and kindness to the smaller fry - Kenneth More

I’m quite ready to continue my screen work. I enjoy acting for films. It is a different technique from the stage of course; but it fascinates me - Roger Livesey, in 1938

My Most Precious Treasure

Author: DatHeetJoella

Fandom: Free!

Pairing: MakoHaru

Summary: Although he loved cuddling with his husband on lazy mornings, he never minded the interruption of their children because he loved lazy mornings with his family too.

Word count: 5,709

A/N: A silly little family fic I wrote for Father’s Day and a little for Haru’s birthday.

Alternative reading: AO3 - FFn

Please enjoy!


By the time Haruka woke up, sunlight was already shining through the curtains of their bedroom. There was no loud noise nor excited voices coming from some far corner of the house; the only sound he heard was the soft snoring and rhythmic breathing of his husband lying beside him. When Haruka turned his head to look at the alarm clock on his nightstand, he saw that it was a little past nine in the morning and he smiled. He had always been an early riser so it was no surprise that he was the first one who had woken up today, yet he still appreciated tranquil mornings like this. Lazy Sunday mornings where everything was just calm and peaceful and luckily, they were not as rare as they could have been.

He turned around in bed to face Makoto and he scooted closer to him, wrapping an arm around his bare waist and pressing his body against his, holding him tight. Their legs intertwined and Haruka slowly caressed Makoto’s foot with his, adding just enough pressure so his touch wasn’t ticklish and wouldn’t rouse his husband who was still in a deep slumber. He pressed a kiss between his shoulder blades, nuzzling his skin as affection filled his heart.

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@natvanlis: Tickets for @ClexaCon are going fast! See you in Sin City next weekend kitties. ✌🏻

“Hey everyone!  I just wanted to send you this quick video message to tell you how excited I am to be attending Clexa Con, the very first Clexa Con.  I’ll be there next weekend in Las Vegas of course on Saturday March 4th and Sunday March 5th.  Make sure you follow them on Twitter and Instagram @clexacon and check out their website so you know when and where exactly to find me.  And I will see you in Sin City.  So many queer ladies under one roof.  That’s going to be a wild trip.  Byeeee!”

agenderraskel  asked:

You call Steve "punk". Have you ever slipped punk clothing into his closet? Does he wear it?

well, he absolutely refuses to wear combat boots. which i find personally offensive, because i wear steeltoe combats almost every day. but steve insists that having tromped across most of europe in steeltoes and only being saved from trenchfoot thanks to the miracle of old-timey science, he will no longer wear combat boots unless theyre the custom ones that go with his cap costume. sorry. uniform. and that since sneakers exist in the future and are, and i quote ‘like walking around with old mrs mckinneys angel cake for shoes, buck, its great’ he will not be wearing boots if he doesnt have to. 

the day we talked him into skinny jeans was pretty great. have you ever seen a dog doing that high-step when you put shoes on them?? he looked like that for the first half hour or so. and then he tried to ‘jog’ up the tower lobby steps, and split his pants open at the crotch. 

it was a good day for the ladies (and some of the gents. you know. the ones who didnt immediately grow inferiority complexes) in the lobby of stark tower. 

it was not a good day for steve rogers. 

putting steve in any kind of plaid just makes him look like a lumberjack, not a punk. so that doesnt work.

steve cant wear black without looking like a vampire, hes so pale. but one time he borrowed my dont-touch-me black leather motorcycle jacket and managed to make that look badass for a little while. and then he let a little girl in central park facepaint a sunflower on his left cheek, which pretty much spoiled and sort of badass look he might have been managing. which wasnt much, because he was still wearing khakis. 

dork. 

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not to be That Person™ but do you see the arm? 

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  • [during sex]
  • Hinata: NARUTO!
  • Naruto: SASUKE!
  • Hinata: ...
  • Naruto: ...
  • Hinata: ...
  • Naruto: I can explain
  • Naruto: It's a habit
  • Hinata: What?
  • Naruto: No, wait. What I mean is- the only person who shouts my name like that is Sasuke and I usually shout his name too, like, when we fight
  • Hinata: Why?
  • Naruto: I don't know. It's kind of our thing. We've been doing it for years.
  • Naruto: Well, not doing IT, you know, not like we just did. But that name thing, 'it.' I'm not in love with him, I swear! At least, not the same way I'm in love with you.
  • Hinata: Naruto
  • Naruto: I mean, we only kissed once, and it was totally an accident.
  • Hinata: Naruto
  • Naruto: Or, twice, unless you count that other time-
  • Hinata: NARUTO!
  • Naruto: SASUK- Hinata, I meant to say Hinata, see? It's like a reflex.
  • Hinata: Go sleep on the couch while I think about this relationship.
  • Naruto: Fine, but can I ask you something?
  • Hinata: *hopeful* Yes?
  • Naruto: By 'this relationship,' did you mean yours and mine or mine and Sasuke's?
  • Hinata: Get out.
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@litladiesnetwork’s second event  ➝  favorite minor female characters
    ↳  ophelia, hamlet

there’s fennel for you, and columbines. there’s rue for you, and here’s some for me. we may call it herb of grace o’ sundays. o, you must wear your rue with a difference! there’s a daisy. i would give you some violets, but they wither’d all when my father died.