Castillo Magico

My name is Lydia. 19 years old. Things I love: SJU. Art. Reading. Harry Potter. The Book Thief. Dead Poet's Society. Veronica Mars. Lost. Buffy the Vampire Slayer. The Newsroom. Disney. The Lumineers. The Head and the Heart. John Green. Tamora Pierce. Joss Whedon. The Lizzie Bennet Diaries.

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harriettstella:

belovedcreation:

aeternamente requested bea and ben + fake married

“Wrap your arm around my waist.”
Through a mouth full of crisps, Benedick was only able to mumble incredulously, “Whaaa?”
With a sickly-sweet smile on her face, Beatrice hissed her next words through her teeth as she laid her head on his shoulder, shooting warmth to his gut. “Wrap. Your arm. Around. My waist.”
Ben complied because that all you could really do with Bea giving you that look and your mouth full of crisps and some stupid-looking fellow approaching at a party.
“Hey Bea, how’s it going?” he asked in a way that was shooting for nonchalant but ended up somewhere in the region of quite chalant.
Bea giggled in a way that shot for chalant and hit it on the mark. “Oh, Louis, I didn’t see you there.” She grabbed a crisp from the bag that Ben was still stupidly clutching in his other hand, and popped it into her mouth.
“You’re looking lovely tonight, Bea. That top really brings out your eyes.” Ben felt his lip curl in disgust. Why was this strange chap trying to chat up Bea? And why was he doing such a terrible job at it?
She placed her hand over the one resting on her waist and let more of her weight lean against the side of his body. “Have you met my fiancee, Ben?”
Ben was incredibly grateful he had swallowed his junk food, because if not he would surely have choked and died and no one really wanted the whole world to have to mourn his untimely death for a week. And what was this about being engaged? To Beatrice?
The awkward bloke (Louis, apparently) stuck out his hand for Ben to shake. Not bothering to wipe off the fine dusting of crisp residue, Ben shook it in a way that he hoped conveyed how incredibly macho and manly he was.
“Well,” Louis said, bobbing his head, “I guess I’ll see you around.”
“See you around, Louis,” Bea chirped, already popping another tasty crisp into her mouth. As soon as Louis turned his back, Ben tried to extract his arm, but Bea had him in some sort of a death grip. It wasn’t until he had disappeared into the crowd that Bea let him go, but she still remained in his personal space, eyes glowing with her usual passion. “Good god, that man is a pill,” she muttered, rolling her eyes.
“Care to fill me in?” Ben pouted, letting his curiosity get the better of him.
Bea looked over at where Louis had gone and sighed, taking a deep pull of her drink before responding. “That’s Louis and he is one of several men I know who absolutely refuse to take no for an answer.”
“So he regularly tries to chat you up?”
“Very regularly. Every time I see him regularly.”
“And you’ve told him off?”
“Every time. In clear and indisputable terms. But he’s one of those stupid blokes who will only really back off when another guy has already claimed a girl he’s interested.” Bea spit out ‘claimed’ like it was a disgusting word and Ben had to chuckle. She wasn’t the sort of girl that anyone could claim. Not really.
Bea clapped him on the shoulder and it was like old times again. Like they were fourteen and it was the two of them against the world. “Thanks for helping me, Ben.”
He stuffed another crips in his mouth to cover up the goofy grin that spread across his face. “No problem. Is that all you need?”
Her hand stroked her chin in an exaggerated manner and shifty eyes darted once again to where Louis had gone. “I don’t know. He might be back.”
That grin came across Ben’s face, but this time he didn’t try to hide it. “What do you say we have a contest, then?”
“A contest?” Bea echoed, eyebrows shooting up. “What do you have in mind?”
“I say we see who can be the most disgustingly adorable. Like Hero and Claudio.”
A sparkle appeared deep in Bea’s eyes, and she reached out her hand for a formal and challenge-sealing handshake. “You’re on, snookums.”
Ben leaned forward and pinched her cheeks. “Anything you say, sugarbooger.”

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(Nothing Much To Do is a modern adaptation of Much Ado About Nothing. Watch all the episodes here.)


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harriettstella:

belovedcreation:

aeternamente requested bea and ben + fake married

“Wrap your arm around my waist.”

Through a mouth full of crisps, Benedick was only able to mumble incredulously, “Whaaa?”

With a sickly-sweet smile on her face, Beatrice hissed her next words through her teeth as she laid her head on his shoulder, shooting warmth to his gut. “Wrap. Your arm. Around. My waist.”

Ben complied because that all you could really do with Bea giving you that look and your mouth full of crisps and some stupid-looking fellow approaching at a party.

“Hey Bea, how’s it going?” he asked in a way that was shooting for nonchalant but ended up somewhere in the region of quite chalant.

Bea giggled in a way that shot for chalant and hit it on the mark. “Oh, Louis, I didn’t see you there.” She grabbed a crisp from the bag that Ben was still stupidly clutching in his other hand, and popped it into her mouth.

“You’re looking lovely tonight, Bea. That top really brings out your eyes.” Ben felt his lip curl in disgust. Why was this strange chap trying to chat up Bea? And why was he doing such a terrible job at it?

She placed her hand over the one resting on her waist and let more of her weight lean against the side of his body. “Have you met my fiancee, Ben?”

Ben was incredibly grateful he had swallowed his junk food, because if not he would surely have choked and died and no one really wanted the whole world to have to mourn his untimely death for a week. And what was this about being engaged? To Beatrice?

The awkward bloke (Louis, apparently) stuck out his hand for Ben to shake. Not bothering to wipe off the fine dusting of crisp residue, Ben shook it in a way that he hoped conveyed how incredibly macho and manly he was.

“Well,” Louis said, bobbing his head, “I guess I’ll see you around.”

“See you around, Louis,” Bea chirped, already popping another tasty crisp into her mouth. As soon as Louis turned his back, Ben tried to extract his arm, but Bea had him in some sort of a death grip. It wasn’t until he had disappeared into the crowd that Bea let him go, but she still remained in his personal space, eyes glowing with her usual passion. “Good god, that man is a pill,” she muttered, rolling her eyes.

“Care to fill me in?” Ben pouted, letting his curiosity get the better of him.

Bea looked over at where Louis had gone and sighed, taking a deep pull of her drink before responding. “That’s Louis and he is one of several men I know who absolutely refuse to take no for an answer.”

“So he regularly tries to chat you up?”

“Very regularly. Every time I see him regularly.”

“And you’ve told him off?”

“Every time. In clear and indisputable terms. But he’s one of those stupid blokes who will only really back off when another guy has already claimed a girl he’s interested.” Bea spit out ‘claimed’ like it was a disgusting word and Ben had to chuckle. She wasn’t the sort of girl that anyone could claim. Not really.

Bea clapped him on the shoulder and it was like old times again. Like they were fourteen and it was the two of them against the world. “Thanks for helping me, Ben.”

He stuffed another crips in his mouth to cover up the goofy grin that spread across his face. “No problem. Is that all you need?”

Her hand stroked her chin in an exaggerated manner and shifty eyes darted once again to where Louis had gone. “I don’t know. He might be back.”

That grin came across Ben’s face, but this time he didn’t try to hide it. “What do you say we have a contest, then?”

“A contest?” Bea echoed, eyebrows shooting up. “What do you have in mind?”

“I say we see who can be the most disgustingly adorable. Like Hero and Claudio.”

A sparkle appeared deep in Bea’s eyes, and she reached out her hand for a formal and challenge-sealing handshake. “You’re on, snookums.

Ben leaned forward and pinched her cheeks. “Anything you say, sugarbooger.

Help me celebrate 500 followers!

(Nothing Much To Do is a modern adaptation of Much Ado About Nothing. Watch all the episodes here.)

YES YES YES YES I WANT THIS TO BE A VLOG PLS CANDLE WASTERS

harriettstella:

Had to trial a brown contact lens today in a make up test for a short film! I feel like one of those creepy wolves that have different coloured eyes.

harriettstella:

Had to trial a brown contact lens today in a make up test for a short film! I feel like one of those creepy wolves that have different coloured eyes.

Mary’s reactions to Jane’s videos. She is me.

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Tea Argument

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mcmacthenewsroom:

LET’S CALL THESE MOMENTS WILL’S RE-EMERGENCE

Two of my favorite moments from both seasons are here— one when Will finds his “feet of fucking steel” and says Leona will have to drag him off the anchor desk. The change is beginning to happen—he is gaining resolve. It will falter with his crisis of confidence in Season 2, but he feels so “right” that he actually tells Mac, “It’s gong to be alright” (and we know what he’s talking about) after she apologizes again for having “fucked everything up.” They are moments of insight into the old, braver Will, the one who believed in something. He’s been inspired. And the other moment is in that last panel—Will proclaiming Don to be a true newsman because Don refused to back down  to Reese and declare a woman dead when they were not totally sure of the facts. Don is Will’s inspiration, and it causes him to believe if only briefly that he too can behave with integrity. So he tells Don he “is a fucking newsman” and that he should punch him if he ever says otherwise. I find it interesting that Will mimics punching himself—maybe suggesting he too should be punched if he falters and doubts himself again. That last panel was wonderful directing. It’s about Don but also about Will.

Yes, I love Don’s reaction to Will—as though he too is surprised Will has proclaimed him a real newsman.

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Nothing Much To Do

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homedesigning:

Blue, Even Green Old Town in Marocco

"What I’m not sure about is if our lives have been so different from the lives of the people we save. We all complete. Maybe none of us really understand what we’ve lived through, or feel we’ve had enough time."

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mothernaturenetwork:

Spirit of Henry David Thoreau’s ‘Walden’ lives on at state park
Thoreau is perhaps best known for his book “Walden,” which was inspired by the two years he spent living simply in a self-built cabin along the shore of Walden Pond in Concord, Massachusetts.
 
This beautiful slice of nature still exists today in the form of a Walden Pond State Reservation. Often considered the birthplace of the conservation movement, this protected 335-acre park features hiking trails, a replica of Thoreau’s cabin and the 102-foot-deep kettle-hole pond, which is a popular swimming destination in the summer.

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"I was 3 when I told my mom that I knew what my dharma was and that I wanted to be an actor"

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