#natalie stewart

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[jealousymami]

snoopy

[mieczyslawn]

⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ★ . . . take a look at my girlfriend

[citizenscreen]

Natalie Wood and James Stewart at the premiere of THE SPIRIT OF ST. LOUIS in 1957 where she gave him the sheet music to “Lucky Lindy” #DailyStewart

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[sainzboxd]

when is it my turn to fall in love with someone and roll around on a field full of flowers?

[female-buckets]

All the best people!

And the best person of all, Seimone Augustus ❤️

She's on the USA Basketball roster selection committee. She's going to make the decisions that directly impact our mental health. We love you Seimone! Please make the committee make the right choices!

[cultswans]

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[wildereader]

My current favorite place to go read is this cemetery near where I live, and it was finally nice enough on a day I had off from work to spend an afternoon there! Aside from the flies and caterpillars that would NOT leave me alone, it was lovely. Amidst the headstones and forget-me-nots, I spent my time reading two books: a few poems in the recently-published collection This Is the Honey: An Anthology of Contemporary Black Poets, which I am adoring so far, and the biography Chasing Beauty: The Life of Isabella Stewart Gardner.

Cemeteries have always been a favorite spot of mine. They’re in nature, they’re peaceful, and they’re beautiful. I always enjoy spending time in them.

The poem I took photos of is one of my favorites so far in the anthology— “Fruitful” by Evie Shockley. Full text under the cut (and in photo ids):

"Fruitful" by Evie Shockley you grow my garden. no, you are                     the whole of it: the beds of zinnias,         tiger lilies, begonias, petunias, in all                               their taken-for-granted variety :: irises waving purple flags from the tops                     of long stalks :: daffodils and violets by         the bushel, rhododendrons and azaleas                               by the bush. you are the greenhouse in the western quadrant, the rainforest                     inside, and the delicate herd of orchids,         strange by stranger, each out-thriving                               the other. not just lovely, you’re the courtyard, central, complete                     with benches for contemplating         the round, still pool, an eye gazing                               back at the ones looking down. you’re the meadow of tall grasses that hide                     everything but the sound of the stream ::         the arched boughs of the peach orchard,                               the rows of beans, corn, greens, gourds, the root vegetables, the parsley, sage,                     rosemary, and chives, oregano, basil,         and, yes, all the thyme in the world.                               you’re the stand of aspens waving me on :: the grove of willows that arc                     and cascade, but never weep :: the oaks,         maples, and birches encircling the verge.                               here, i become my best self, i exist at peace with birds and bees, no knowledge                     is denied me: i eat the apple, speak         with the snake, and nothing as obnoxious                               as an angel could oust me from this soil, the plot where the best of my stories                     has its genesis, and finds its end.

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Sebtember Challenge #18: Master of Impressions

As some of you may know, Sebastian is pretty good at accents and impressions, and there’s a lot of compilation videos online that showcase his talents. The one I’m about to show you happened fairly recently.

At the Autosport Awards in December last year, the hosts basically trap Sebastian into doing an impression of an F1 driver before he’s allowed to leave the stage. Apparently, Seb only does impressions when he has a lot to drink, so…

There’s also a bit where Sebastian wonders if he got his sidepod back after it had been through the auction.

[jealousymami]

just mia🤍

[but-im-unbreakable]

somehow we have not one but TWO queens who have performed alongside every (current) howard who went from swalt to howard (and back, on one occasion. also specifically swalternate to howard -- a few rehearsal swings have gone from rehearsal swing to howard but i didnt count them)

both natalie paris and hana stewart have performed alongside vicki manser, bryony duncan, and courtney mack

[capybaraonabicycle]

For the first kiss prompts - 12?

Thank you so much, hon! This was really fun!

Not a first kiss because I really felt like writing some wholesome, established relationship kiss. So they're already married here.

Ah, yes, btw, this is Osgate. I started with them because I gathered you would enjoy it more. But I will probably come back to Jace/Natalie tomorrow or smth. Let me know if you want me to tag you if I post it!

Until then, enjoy number 12:

12. A kiss to distract the other

[ID: gif of Osgood using her inhaler. end ID]

For the past three weeks, Kate had advised Osgood to use her inhaler on the daily. Most days more than once. The reason was obvious: It had started when it had been announced that Dr. Martha Jones would soon be joining them on a mission. They would be dealing with a bunch of escaped Carrionites wreaking havoc in New Orleans.

Dr Jones had met the Carrionites before; in Shakespeare's England, right after getting to know the bard himself. Furthermore, she was an incredibly skilled former UNIT operative - so Kate had been told by no other than Osgood - three times in a row that first afternoon and a few more times since - and hence was the perfect woman for the job. Since then, every mention of Dr Jones' name had had Osgood on the verge of a panic attack.

At first it had delighted Kate, like it usually did whenever Osgood was passionate about something or someone. But during their flight to the US the attacks had grown closer and closer together and slowly but surely she was getting worried. It couldn't be healthy to have Osgood's pulse be this high all the time, plus Kate was rather sure there was a maximum dose of the inhaler that was safe per day - and by her own judgement, Osgood was scraping close to that limit.

While the others ran ahead to get their luggage from the conveyor belt, she placed a firm hand on Osgood's arm, holding her back.

"Will you be okay?" she asked earnestly. "It's not too late to sit this one out."

"Yeah, no, sure, it's fine." The hand grasping the inhaler was trembling. "I promise I won't make any problems. Please don't bench me, Ma'am."

"I'm not talking to you as your boss" Kate lowered her voice. "I am not worried about the job, I am worried about you."

Osgood did a double take, looking down at her arm and finally registering the physical contact. A small smile grew on her face and she covered Kate's hand with her own.

"Thanks, Love" she said just as softly. "But really, I am fine. Or well, I should be."

She was sounding annoyed at herself and Kate pressed her arm reassuringly.

"I never had issues around Clara" Osgood complained. "And I even managed working with the Doctor for a full day. Why am I losing it now?"

"Because the Doctor is brilliant but has nothing on the Dr. Martha Jones?" Kate repeated her own words back at her. "Because she was the first UNIT operative to inspire you to follow in her footsteps? And maybe because contrarily to the Doctor, who you've only met when male-presenting, she is a very beautiful woman?"

"Hush your mouth" Osgood pulled a face. "You know it's not about the last point."

Kate shrugged and smirked. "It would be for me."

"Fine around Clara, remember?" Osgood sighed and shook her trembling fingers in frustration. "Oh god, I will so not manage to stay cool."

"Yes, you will" Kate pushed a strand, that had become lose during the flight, behind Osgood's ear. "You're always 'cool'. - wow, it still feels absolutely wrong to use that word - but you are. And you won't lose it now, okay?"

Osgood nodded weakly.

"Good" Kate said. "Because this is an order. By your superior officer. Keep your calm, use your inhaler if necessary, quit when it gets too much and enjoy this! You'll get to meet another one of your heroes!"

"Yeah" Osgood agreed softly. Her breath was still coming a bit short but her eyes looked steadily into Kate's.

"Feeling better?"

Osgood managed to take one long, deeper breath. "A bit."

"Fancy a distraction?" Kate offered, unable to keep the cheek out of her voice and her gaze from dropping down to Osgood's lips for any longer.

Who could blame her? They'd been standing close for well over a minute now and emotions were running high. She was only human and very much fancying her wife.

Osgood's eyes grew wide and Kate thought now she would be having a panic attack for entirely different reasons. "We're on the job!"

Kate shrugged and offered: "Desperate times?"

Now Osgood laughed weakly.

"You're merely using my situation for an excuse to snog!" she understood correctly.

Kate grinned and let her finger trail from Osgood's ear down her cheek, tipping up her chin.

"I'll call it medical treatment" she whispered. "I am sure Dr Jones will understand."

"You are so corny" Osgood said but it sounded rather breathy and she was already leaning towards Kate.

And when their lips finally met, oh so gently, Kate remarked that for the first time in three weeks, the mention of Dr Jones' name seemed to have no noticeable influence on Osgood's nerves whatsoever.

Never let it be said that her distractions weren't effective.

Hope you like it! Some consensual distraction here because Jace/Natalie will be angsty enough :)

[littlekingbergara]

fake blondes with really dark roots growing in i think you are the most beautiful people in the world

[cardigancyn]

two of my favourite movies