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martington0x0 · 6 months ago
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“Oo Lady Mowbray looks like Lady Dimitrescu” WRONG she looks like Anne Hegerty and I LOVE her
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thepastisalreadywritten · 2 months ago
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27 September 2024
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Dame Margaret Natalie Smith CH DBE (28 December 1934 − 27 September 2024) was a British actress.
Known for her wit in comedic roles, she had an extensive career on stage and screen over seven decades and is one of Britain's most recognisable and prolific actresses.
She received numerous accolades including two Academy Awards, five BAFTA Awards, four Emmy Awards, three Golden Globe Awards, and a Tony Award as well as nominations for six Laurence Olivier Awards.
Smith was one of the few performers to earn the Triple Crown of Acting.
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thecrownnet · 2 years ago
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Queen Elizabeth II won TWO posthumous BAFTAs in 2023
Memorable Moment for her skit with Paddington, and
Live Event for The Queen and her Platinum Jubilee
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[…] one of the BAFTA TV categories is “Memorable Moment,” which (unlike Reality & Constructed Factual) is exactly what it sounds like: The best general thing that happened on TV (or “the telly”) in the past year. It’s also the only award voted on by the public, which means it counts more than all of the other categories, and so it’s fitting that this year’s winner involved the one thing that can bring all citizens of the United Kingdom together. (AV Club)
Actually, Queen Elizabeth II ‘has already won a BAFTA; in 2013, she was presented with an Honorary BAFTA for her "tireless support" of the British film and television industry. "I am delighted that this evening has given us the opportunity to give something back. I have the great honour to announce that we are to present Her Majesty with an honorary BAFTA today, in recognition of her outstanding patronage of the film and television industries," BAFTA's chairman at the time, John Willis, said.’ (Town and Country Magazine)
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Queen Elizabeth II receives an honorary BAFTA from actor Kenneth Branagh in 2013. WPA POOL//GETTY IMAGES
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tastydelight · 1 year ago
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THE BRITISH ICON THAT IS KAT SLATER!
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fallenspirit · 2 years ago
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my heart hurts a little bit today.
paul o’grady, you were so beloved and you were a true gay icon. your smile was infectious and you never failed to make people smile and laugh. you were a part of my childhood and you were one of my grandmother’s favourite people to watch on tv. she passed away a couple years ago and i have such fond memories of being at her house and watching your show with her. so, thank you for that.
you inspired so many people in the lgbtqia+ community and you were a fierce drag icon. shoutout to lily savage! you also were fierce when it came to helping out animals and you cared. you truly gave a shit and it showed. you were an activist, through & through.
also, one of your best qualities? calling out our joke of a government constantly. it’s always so refreshing when someone speaks up about them and their bullshit. you weren’t afraid to do it. you are truly wonderful.
the world just got a little bit darker now that we’ve lost your light. this was such heartbreaking news to wake up to this morning. you still had so much to give. this really fucking sucks.
may you rest in eternal peace, paul o’grady. i hope you know how iconic you are. thank you for being a part of my childhood. you won’t be forgotten, legend. 💞
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ancientsstudies · 2 months ago
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Farewell, Professor McGonagall.
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eccentricwritingbaby · 4 months ago
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summary - a small drabble of lewis coming back home from a race to his wife and babies. 
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8:26 pm.
that’s when lewis’ flight was landing. the captain had announced it over the intercom and he let out a breath. it was currently seven, so there were only a few more hours before he’d be home. 
lewis loved racing, he loved the adrenaline, the atmosphere, he loved winning. but he loved you more. and he adored your children. you had a small three year old girl, isabella, and just had a newborn boy, noah. since noah was so small, you had stayed back the past few races and lewis couldn’t stand it. after an exhausting race or an energetic high, all he wanted to see was your smiling face. 
having dated for three years, married for four, so overall by his side for seven - lewis hated to be apart from you. you were his rock, his comfort, his encouragement, and his support. with your job being beyond flexible, you rarely missed races - which lewis is now learning was something he took great advantage of. when isabella was born, he was on break between seasons, therefore when it started again she was old enough to tag along with you both. noah being born mid-season, lewis was experiencing a separation anxiety like no other. he was itching to see you, to hold you, to hug and kiss his babies, and overall to relax.
he was constantly tense when you weren’t around, worried about yours and the kids well being along with the pain and stress from being apart. not many were able to tell other than a few superfans who read deeply - noticing when asked about you in interviews his eyes would lightly gloss over, eyebrows knit slightly, and his words would come out with a tinge of melancholy. or when he would be in his driver’s room after a race, alone, and toto would walk by, noticing his strongest driver showing his only weakness. 
but even though the separation hurt, there was nothing like coming back home.
8:26 pm.
his flight has landed and lewis is jumping out of his seat with newfound energy. grabbing his things in haste, he rushes off the private plan and towards the car waiting for him. it was too much of a disruption for you to pick him up this late, the kids already put down and you most likely nodding off yourself. therefore lewis opted for a car, and thirty minutes later he’s exiting it and walking towards your shared home. his footsteps are filled with anticipation, a small jump to them as he holds himself back from practically sprinting into the home. 
from inside, you hear the keys fumbling around from your place on the couch. you swiftly and softly stand, making your way to the door in order to rush into your husband’s arms as soon as possible. the past weeks have been hard on you as well, wanting to be by your husband's side constantly. you didn’t want to be apart from him a second longer than necessary, flinging open the door before lewis had a chance to unlock it. you don’t even let him get a chance to enter before your arms are flying around his neck, his own dropping what he held and trading it to hold you instead. you both let out long breaths, a show of your anxiety finally exiting after being apart. 
“missed you so much,” he mumbled into your shoulder, slightly rocking you both back and forth. 
“missed you so much too,” you sigh into his neck, breathing in the scent you loved so much. him. separating slightly, but not completely, he leans down to meet your lips in an eager, yet tender, kiss. after the time apart, the first kiss back always left you tingly, the feeling always migrating from your lips to your entire body. it was a spark that you always had with lewis, yet came into full effect whenever he was gone for a while. 
you separated again, only slightly, and giggled into him, “i love you, lew,”
“i love you too, baby,” he smiles sweetly, dropping down to plant a few more pecks to your lips before grabbing his bags and going to move inside the house.
he smiles as he walks through the home, smelling the candles you always light after dinner, spotting the little indent from where you sat on the couch, seeing the small playmat that was still set out from where noah most likely was while you were cooking. noticing the plate of food wrapped up on the counter - the leftovers you always leave out for him to eat when he gets back.
he smiles as you drag his luggage over to the bottom of the stairs and make your way into the kitchen, moving to heat up his dinner for him. he hops up onto the counter as you hand him the plate, you standing in between his legs. he eats and recounts the entirety of the weekend, as per your request, telling you about the drama, the race, the interviews and everything else. 
you both were too wrapped up in each other to notice a tiny pitter patter of feet making their way down to meet the both of you. isabella had heard slight commotion and knew her dad had finally arrived home. ever the daddy’s girl, she needed to see him as soon as possible and climbed out of her bed, pushed back the hair from her face, and went on her excursion to the kitchen. 
“dada?” she whispered from the doorway. both you and lewis turned, slightly shocked she was awake, but also heartwarmed at the little sleepy girl in her footie pajamas. 
“hi, bug,” he whispers back, sliding off the counter and making his way to her. he brings her up to sit on his hip, hugging her as she holds onto him in return, “i missed you, lovebug,” whispering into her hair. 
“missed you too, dada,” she burrows herself even further into her father, “don’t wike when you go,”
“aw, bug, i don’t like when i go either,” he chuckles a bit. you slide out of the kitchen after cleaning up lewis’ plate, letting the father-daughter duo have their moment. making your way to his bags, you lift them and begin the trek upstairs towards your bedroom. once inside you check on noah, still too little for the nursery as he sleeps in a bassinet beside your bed, and then move around to unpack your husband’s essentials in order for him to go to sleep easier tonight. 
as you’re bustling around between your bedroom, the adjoining bathroom, and closet, you start to hear the small voices soon approaching. lewis saunters in, isabella still tightly holding him, and he makes his way to the smallest in the family. cooing lightly at the little boy, trying not to wake him, lewis basks in the feeling of his family all together in one room. something he will never take for granted.
you walk towards him, letting him know all his essentials were unpacked if he wanted to get ready for bed and he nods, dropping a kiss to your cheek as a perfect thank you. moving to put isabella on your bed, she begins to whine, not wanting to let go of her dad. 
“i’m just gonna have a shower, lovebug, i’ll be quick, okay?” he speaks softly to her.
“pwomise?” she asks, eyes giving the most puppy dog expression you had ever seen. 
lewis chuckles at her sweetness, leaning down to kiss her head, “i promise, bug, and then you can sleep with mummy and daddy tonight,”
“otay,” she giggles, crawling across the bed to get under the covers and make herself comfortable. you and lewis share a laugh as he makes his way into the bathroom, about to take a record-breakingly quick shower in order to be back with his girls soon enough. 
finally ready for bed, he exits the bathroom, seeing you and isabella cuddled together as she attempts to fight sleep, waiting for her dad to be back soon. 
“scoot over,” he smiles, getting into the bed. isabella scooches over, her dad finally arriving in the bed and laying an arm out. you make your move to lay on it, also wanting to be close to him. now that lewis is comfortably laying down, isabella crawls on top of him, deciding her spot for the night would be right on his stomach, head nuzzling straight into his neck. you copy her actions, moving closer to your husband and laying your head on his other shoulder. 
lewis sighs in content and happiness, home with his two best girls cuddled into him and his little boy sleeping away just a foot over. he pulls his arm that was behind your head to wrap around your waist, bringing you closer to him. his other arm wraps around isabella’s back, gently stroking her to sleep. he can be world champion seven, eight, times - yet nothing beats being home with his family.
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nobigneil · 8 months ago
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The Devil You Know & The Pale Elf
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brianjonescollection · 20 days ago
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Brian Jones at Hilton Hotel, Rotterdam, April 1967
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thepastisalreadywritten · 2 months ago
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Dame Margaret Natalie Smith CH DBE 
28 December 1934 − 27 September 2024
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wieqo · 3 months ago
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၇͜ᩘ▩ ✺ 🪣 ⁺ ˳ But im So 𝓑lue ( 怕 ֹ☆*:.)
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sbrown82 · 1 year ago
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Tina Turner backstage with The Rolling Stones during their 1972 American tour.
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cleopatragirlie · 4 months ago
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❀ 𝐄𝐰𝐚 𝐀𝐮𝐥𝐢𝐧 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐕𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞 𝐛𝐲 𝐁𝐞𝐫𝐭 𝐒𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧 (𝟏𝟗𝟔𝟖) ❀
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vox-anglosphere · 2 months ago
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In Memoriam - Dame Maggie Smith, O.B.E. (1934-2024)
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kaiserkeller · 10 months ago
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KLAUS VOORMANN photographed by HARRY GOODWIN, c. 1967.
Photos courtesy of the BBC photo archive.
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eroticlamb · 5 months ago
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the sex pistols stopping for drinks on the road in sweden , taken by bob gruen ₊ ˚ ⊹ ♡
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