the morning after london

Carrie Fisher, 'Star Wars' Actress And Accomplished Author, Dies At 60


Carrie Fisher, the world-famous actress who brought the bold, brazen and beautiful character of Princess Leia Organa to life in the original Star Wars trilogy, died Tuesday morning after suffering a massive heart attack during a flight from London to Los Angeles on Friday. She was 60 years old.

According to People magazine, family spokesperson Simon Halls released a statement on Tuesday confirming the heartbreaking news:

“It is with a very deep sadness that Billie Lourd confirms that her beloved mother Carrie Fisher passed away at 8:55 this morning,” reads the statement.

“She was loved by the world and she will be missed profoundly. Our entire family thanks you for your thoughts and prayers.”

While best known for her Star Wars role, which she reprised in 2015’s The Force Awakens and the upcoming untitled Episode VIII, Fisher also found fame as as writer during the late ’80s and early ’90s. Her first book, the autobiographical novel Postcards from the Edge focusing on an actress reckoning with substance abuse and the shadow of her famous mother, later became a Mike Nichols-directed movie starring Meryl Streep and Shirley MacLaine after Fisher herself adapted it. Director Steven Spielberg was apparently so impressed with Fisher’s work, he hired her to punch up the script for Hook — thereby inaugurating a bustling career as a script doctor and screenwriter.

Aside from occasional Hollywood writing gigs and acting jobs, however, Fisher stuck mostly to her writing career later in life. She published and touted multiple novels, books of nonfiction, and other works all over the world — touring what essentially became a “one-woman show.” Always frank about her struggles with addiction and mental illness, Fisher merged her writing skills and acting with 2008’s Wishful Drinking and its subsequent adaptation, which became a hugely successful one-woman play and later a filmed documentary for HBO. Fisher has been promoting her most recent book, The Princess Diarist, her behind-the-scenes account of the making of the 1977 film Star Wars: A New Hope.

Fisher’s is survived by her mother, actress Debbie Reynolds; her daughter, actress Billie Lourd, and her dog Gary. To echo one Twitter user’s paraphrase of Chirrut Îmwe’s (Donnie Yen) popular line from Rogue One, Carrie Fisher is one with the force and the force is with her.

(Via People)

Hartwin Fic: Warm

Eggsy turns the TV off and drops the remote onto the covers. “So that’s that then.”

“It would seem so,” Harry says.

“Fucking hell,” Eggsy says with feeling.

Harry says nothing; his expression is as bleak as Eggsy’s ever seen. 

They lie together in silence, neither of them in any hurry to get up. After a while though, Harry stirs himself. “Would you like some coffee?”

“Yeah, okay,” Eggsy says.

Harry gets up and heads downstairs. Eggsy puts the remote on the nightstand and burrows back beneath the covers. It’s cold for November, and anyway he doesn’t feel like getting out of bed just yet.

He lies there, only the top of his head poking out from under the comforter, thinking about nothing. The day steadily lightens around him as morning spreads over London.

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anonymous asked:

The wife was working on the weekend and that is why she couldn't attend? HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA Please! The premiere happened on a Thursday, there are plenty of flights to London the next day. She went in LA for the Golden Globes for just 1 day and flew back to London the morning after the event

That’s true about the Golden Globes in 2015. The event was to happen on January 11th. Jamie had arrived in LA on the 6th alone, and she arrived on the 10th. She only stayed only 1 day. So weird …well not really…lol

Brooklyn Beckham- I Still Don’t Know You (Chapter One)

*Y/N’s POV*

I walked up to the house I was now going to call home.

My mom had a job transfer that lead us to come to London, England, and, boy, I didn’t want to come.

Well, until we actually left.

I had been really down the morning after my mom had told me we had to move to London. Away from all of my friends and even my boyfriend. My dad was calm about it, knowing he would come with us without hesitation. A bunch of our neighbors came over to say goodbye to us two weeks before we left. I never thought we were that important to the neighborhood. 

But my friends acted like I would be staying through the rest of high school. They didn’t treat me with sympathy like everyone else did and I was happy about that. We all went on our crazy adventures as we usually did and came back ridiculously late on Friday nights. 

But all that changed a day before I left for London. 

All of my friends told me their darkest secrets.

Even my best friend, Destiny, told me something I didn’t even know about her.

I guess after 13 years you still don’t know everything about someone.

I even threw my opinion about my boyfriend down the drain.

I had gone to tell him goodbye since we had to leave early in the morning. I knocked on his door and a small blond girl opened the door.

“Who are you?” she asked in a snobby little voice.


I was really confused at that point.

My boyfriend, Aaron, had told me that he would have been home alone all week. 

“Babe, who is it?” 

I heard Aaron’s voice ring through the entryway of his house.

“I don’t know who this little bitch is, so I think she can leave.”

So I ended up yelling into the house, “Yea this bitch happens to be your girlfriend, well I guess now your ex-girlfriend.”

Aaron came running up to the doorway as I was leaving and kept yelling after me saying that he could explain, but I just flicked him and the blond bitch off.


I walked into the big house.

It was detailed and had polished hardwood floors.

I helped get all the boxes into our new house and went to explore London.

Let’s just put it this way, there was a lot of people.

Maybe too many, as I got pushed and I fell onto the ground.

I saw a teenage boy about my age run over and hold out his hand to help me up.

“Are you okay?!?” he asked alarmed.

“Yea I guess so…” I answered.

“I’m Brooklyn,” he said, holding out his hand for me to shake.



ok so if anyone wants to continue this fanfic go right ahead but message me on @bubblegummalum so i know or tag me in it

anonymous asked:

Do you think Taylor is actually in London

the only reason anyone thinks taylor is in london is because ma”y be clinically insane”gen tracked a charter jet from nashville to london in the early hours of the morning after taylor’s houston show. a charter jet. hours after she arrived in nashville aka her home…on her own plane…i just 

Morning Tickles and Giggles

This is just something I felt like writing. 

Summary: Dan and the reader are in a long distance relationship. The reader finally gets to visit Dan after being away from him for so long. Takes place the morning after the reader arrives to London. Fluff ensues. 


“Wakey wakey, eggs and bakey!” You mean to let out a groan but it quickly turns into a chuckle as you roll on your side to face whose waking you up this morning.

“Hey, Y/N!” The face you come into contact with is none other then Phil Lester or “Amazingphil” as he’s called on the Internet.

Before you can respond, Dan walks in with an amused look on his face. “Thanks for waking up my girlfriend, Phil. I knew she would be more prone to get out of bed if it were you who were to interrupt her slumber.” A cheeky smile overtakes his face as he walks over to your side of the bed, planting a kiss on your forehead before he takes a seat next to you. “Morning, love.”

“Morning.” You say groggily to Dan. “And good morning to you, Phil.” And with that, you turn over and stuff your face into the pillow.

You hear Phil’s giggle as he exits the room, leaving Dan to do the job of actually getting you out of the bed.

“Time to get up, love.” He says softly as he massages your back.

“Don’t wanna get up.” You mumble into the pillow.

“Do you think I wanted to get out of bed this morning?” You hear him ask incredulously.

“You didn’t have to get up but you did. That’s not my fault.” You smirk into the pillow. Your witty response causes Dan to tickle your sides and you yell out of surprise but quickly regain composure and try to roll to the other side of the bed.

“Oh no, love. Where do you think you’re going?” His grip on you tightens and he continues to tickle you, his fingers running up and down your sides.

“Da-Dan, please!” You manage to yell out amidst your uncontrollable laughter. You squirm around trying to escape the attack but every time you move, his fingers find that one spot that makes you burst out into fits laughter. “Daniel!”

“Yes, love?” He stops tickling you for a split second and you take the temporary moment of weakness to stroke Dan’s neck. He lets out a high pitched scream and yanks his entire body back, effectively throwing himself off the bed and onto the floor with a loud thud.

You immediately lean over the edge of the bed to check if your 6'3 man-child of a boyfriend has injured himself. It takes you a mere second to see if he’s okay before he lunges at you. You land on the bed on your back with Dan right on top of you.
You shut your eyes and hold out your hands in front of you to create some kind of defense barrier. You stay in that position for a couple of seconds before you realize nothing’s happening. Cautiously, you open up one of your eyes to see Dan hovering over you. He chuckles when he sees a Y/C/E pop out at him. “I’m not going to attack you,” He says with a playful roll of the eyes. “Although I could.” He says quickly and sternly, but again, with a hint of playfulness.

“And that’s why I love you.” You smile. “But seriously,” your hand reaches out and cups his cheek. “Are you okay? That was a pretty decent fall.” You say as you try to hold back a snicker.

“I haven’t broken any bones so I suppose I’m alright. Now will you pleaseeeee get up, love? I want to show you around London.”

“Alright, alright.” You give in with a sigh.

“Fantastic.” He leans down and gives you a quick kiss on your nose before he jumps off the bed and hurries to the kitchen, probably to make breakfast for the two of you. You’re about to get out of bed when Dan comes rushing back into the room.

Your eyebrows furrow in confusion as he walks over to you and presses his soft lips against yours. It’s short, but it’s a sweet and tender kiss. It’s enough to send tingles down your spine. You’re almost breathless when he pulls away from you. “I’m so glad you’re here.” He whispers.

“Me too. Now go make breakfast while I brush my teeth, I just remembered I have dragon breath.” You grimace as he chuckles at your comment.

“Will do, love.” He leaves you with a kiss on your forehead and walks away, leaving you to think about how lucky you are to have Dan Howell as your boyfriend.

The first day

Yesterday morning we arrived in London after a short trip on the Eurostar. It was quite exhausting because we had to carry our luggage in the busy Underground. The surprise was rather big when we arrived because we have such an amazing appartement! After going grocery shopping, we got some rest but we soon left to central London where we saw some famous tourist attractions such as The millinium Bridge. Around 2 PM we were really hungry so we all decided to have lunch at Nandos which was really good. We also stepped on one of the famous red buses that drove by famous monuments such as the Big Ben. The last thing we did was walk through the shopping streets such as Oxford Street, me and Jill can’t wait to go shopping there! Around 7 PM we were really tired so the four of us took the tube back home which wasn’t that easy because the route we took in the morning was closed. To end the day we unpacked our suitcases and spent some time together. I can’t wait to see what the next days have to offer!


The first episode, “The Departure” features the Game of Thrones and X-Men The Apocalypse actress Sophie Turner. Set in London’s Café Royal the morning after ‘The Night Before’, the film follows Sophie as she recounts meeting a mysterious man the previous evening, providing a fictionalised yet intimate window into the events that led to her waking up in a beautiful hotel suite. In partnership with Burberry for Mr. Burberry ‘The Night Before’ films, celebrating female actresses, have been shot by female director Sara Dunlop, whose film Dreamlands has been nominated at the Cannes film festival. The films provide a fictionalised, but intimate, window into how Sophie Turner, Joséphine de La Baume, and Sai Bennett spent ‘the night before’.

Harry frowned at Malfoy’s boots, feeling the opposite of what he should have been feeling when his chimney sweep revealed himself.

For one, he expected someone dashing to come over his threshold, smelling of dirt (but the clean, pleasant kind of dirt) and sweat (like fresh sweat off a strapping Quidditch star) and smiling a gleaming white smile behind a smudge of black, straight off a hard morning of work in the chimneys of London. After an hour of fiddling with the floo (with more flirting than fiddling, really), Harry would offer tea. It would only be polite. Tea wouldn’t be enough, because the man would think of an excuse to blow off the rest of his appointments (“Oh, Mr. Potter, your floo is just filled to the brim with dust – it’s going to take all night for me to clean it out.”), and Harry would offer him dinner. It would only be respectable. And what would dinner be without wine? And candles were obvious because this was a wizarding residence, and even though Harry had wired electricity months ago, the man wouldn’t be the wiser. He wasn’t a Muggle handyman. And the man would ask to use the shower, because he couldn’t dream of sitting in Harry’s kitchen and making a mess of things, and Harry would show him upstairs, and Here are the towels and Here’s how the faucet works and Let me just run your overalls through the laundry and Good heavens, I didn’t mean to brush against you like that, and Harry hadn’t felt the need to plan the rest of the night….

For two, this was Draco Malfoy. And that seemed to negate all of the above.