#The Little Hut

[gatabella]

Ava Gardner and David Niven, The Little Hut, 1957

"The point is, my darling, is that your face was the most beautiful in Hollywood and any man would want to kiss it." "You did okay," Ava reminded him, 'you got the most beautiful girl in Hollywood - Rita." 'No, no, Ava, David protested. 'You were the most beautiful girl in Hollywood. I settled for the second most beautiful girl in Hollywood which was Rita.' That made Ava laugh more and she hit his shoulder and said, 'You can stop the sweet talk now'. A few weeks after that memorable dinner with David and Ava, I reminded him what he had said about Ava being the most beautiful girl in Hollywood and Rita being the second, and he said, 'I meant it, old bean. Ava was the most beautiful girl in Hollywood. And Rita was a close second.' David always carried a torch for Ava, which didn't surprise me. Even in middle age, when I first knew her, she was still radiantly stunning and at times even breathtaking.

-David Niven : the man behind the balloon by Michael Munn, 2010

#ava gardner #david niven #quote #the little hut

[oldhollywoodholla]

Ava Gardner in THE LITTLE HUT (1957)

#Ava Gardner #The Little Hut #*Mine

[jackbeauregards]

#the little hut #david niven #ava gardner #stewart granger

[bamsara]

So I live in a very, very rural area to which there is no post office. I have to drive into another zipcode in order to drop off all my mail in bulk, and I've been thinking about going the OTHER direction, like two towns over to drop off mail because of some mailing issues but the people at the other post office know who I am :(

Anyway do yall think it would be weird to send flowers to post office ppl for holidays or is that. too much

#I feel bad because im constantly overloading them with patreon junk and theyre such a small little hut of a place #and i come in and take out like all of their stamp stock #sara shush

[ghosts-cant-sleep]

Heeeeyyy, never requested anything but i think i'll give it a shot because i really like the way you write! You're really talented :]

Mayhaps a simon "ghost" riley x male reader? Reader is very provocative and loves getting reactions out of people, no matter if they are amused chuckles or annoyed groans. BUT Ghost is a brick wall and reader sees it as a challenge? Im sure your beautidul mind will come up with something interesting!

May i have the "🦇" as my anon emoji? (If its not taken of course!)

Thanksss, have an amazing day/night!

you can whistle for it

simon 'ghost' riley x male! reader

warnings: idk how spotting works im just basing it off of that one american sniper scene kinda, suggestive innuendos, stupid jokes, not proofread,

notes: i love specific anons sm :3 yall r so cute :3 ofc u can have 🦇 :3 lysm :3

fem dni.

"Y'know, Lieutenant, I've been thinking-"

"I doubt that."

"-You, me, alone under the stars... It's pretty romantic, don't'cha think?"

"No."

A heavy sigh pushes past [Name]'s lips, hia breath blooming into a faint mist of white, fading into the deep blues of the sky hanging high above them.

The snow crunches bellow his elbows with every breath, laying thick over the plantlife. Frost coated the leaves that shrouded the pair, snowfall left the branches bending under the weight, there wasn't even a peep from the local fauna.

And oh god, what he wouldn't give to be warm like them, huddled in a burrow, coat all he'd need to keep warm. Instead, he was left in thick, stiff winter gear, the cruel wind biting at the tip of his nose in spite of the fleece-lined gaiter.

Hell, he was surprised his rifle wasn't crusted in ice.

He wasn't surprised, however, to deduce that the poor weather seemed to reflect on his lieutenant's mood, as if being stuck on overwatch for hours on end wasn't bad enough.

[Name] laid with his cheek resting on the stock of his gun, index finger lazily tapping against the trigger gaurd to some unrecognized rhythm.

And Ghost was right beside him, nearly hyper focused on spotted. Each had their eyes trained on their respective scopes, and both were miserable.

Aching backs, necks swiftly growing sore, eye's dry, lips cracking, and faces all kn all feeling like they'd be ready to freeze off any moment now. And that's not even mentioning that this was the fourth time Ghost had essentially requested [Name] shut his mouth in the past thirty minutes they'd been in the field, which was frustrating enough for both of them.

And excuse him for not wanting to waste his night sulking in silence, but making the best out of a less than steller situation didn't seem to be something Ghost was capable of.

It was charming, in its own annoying little way-- the relentless chatter and constant quips and jokes, even if they sometimes boarded on ridiculously unprofessional. Whether it be an annoyed groan, a flustered chuckle, or a reluctant smile masked with a roll of their eyes, his little antics never failed to coax out some reaction.

Almost never.

And in all honesty, this self inflicted, fruitless journey to get so much as a scoff out of Ghost wasn't even the point anymore. Sure, to be met with anything other than stubborn apathy would be a breath of fresh air, not to mention satisfying after so long of any and all jokes, swipes, and thinly veiled innuendo being shut down with little remorse would be a delight. But now? [Name] just wanted something to distract himself from the cold that clung to his skin.

So, as always, to Ghost's dismay, he gives it another go.

Dispite himself, another sigh is huffed out. He glances over to Ghost, the sight of something other than his reticle feeling foreign.

"So..." He starts, situating his sights back to his scope. "You got a girlfriend or anything?"

He found the idea a little funny. The image of this big, stoic man holding hands or otherwise being sweet on some pretty little lady.

There's a stretch of silence, expectantly so, and [Name]'s already racking his brain for something-- anything, to say next.

"No."

The low rumble of Ghost's voice takes him by surprise, but it'd be foolish to dwell on it long. An answer's an answer.

"Figured," [Name] mutters out, adjusting the grip on his gun, rolling out shoulders in an attempt to ease the discomfort that's begun to festerbetweenhia shoulder blades. "Does that mean you're up for grabs then?"

Only the whistle of wind responds this time.

"I'll take that as a maybe." He might as well have been aimlessly talking to himself. Hell, that would've been more entertaining than this.

"Y'know, I'm sure deep down you do think I'm funny." Told you; relentless. Still, despite the smile hidden behind his mask and the slightly forced crinkle in his eye, [Name] couldn't quite hide the irritation growing thick in his own throat.

"I think you're a distraction," Ghost is swift to correct, his balaclava doing little to hide the annoyance in his tone. "A liability if you're not careful, so do shut up."

[Name] can't help but shake his head, a sharp huff pulling from his throat. Sure Ghost was his superior, and by no means were they supposed to be all buddy-buddy with one another. But jesus fucking christ, would it hurt to crack smile. Hell, even Price offers a pitty laugh on the rare occasion.

"It wouldn't kill you to have some damn fun one in a while." The words leave his mouth before his can think better of it, tounge sharp.

"It might," Ghost is quick to retort with just as much bite. For the first time since they settled down, his eyes leave the spotter, sending a well received warning glare [Name]'s way. "Give it a rest, yeah?"

Be it the weather, the job, a wave of bravery, or simply just [Name]'s long overdue annoyance reaching its peak, he, in fact, does not give it a rest.

"It's like you're scared of saying something interesting for once."

"Maybe I'll let you chew on some lead to shut you up. That interesting enough?"

"Christ."

Every stretch on silence is near unbearable. It feels like even the wind still in these moments. [Name] would prefer a constant flood of berating and hardly enjoyable banter from Ghost far more than this.

The tension of the moment breifly lingers before it disapates just as swiftly as it had arrived, the tension in [Name]'s chest easing. He lets out a soft breath, his grip adjusts, his elbows sink furth into the snow.

"Well-" Ghost interjects with gruff sigh, "-Soap told me you like jokes."

"Did he, now?"

"Where do generals keep their armies?"

"Up their sleevies."

"God dammit, Ghost."

[Name] purses his lips, effectively splitting it down the center, the heat from the sting made all the worse by the every present chill. He had more pressing matters to worry about. "Why do snipers aim with one eye closed?"

"Sergeant."

"Humor me-- just this once, and I swear I'll shut up for the rest of the night." An obvious lie. However, Ghost doesn't try to correct it. "...Why do snipers aim with one eye closed?"

"...Why?"

"If they closed both, they wouldn't be able to see."

Yet another discontent sigh leaves Ghost's mouth. But, [Name] could've sworn he almost heard a smile forcing its way onto Ghost's face as he spoke. "Now are you done?"

[Name]s response isn't instantaneous. His head lifts from the small of the stock, gaze leaving the scope and finding Ghost beside him.

Ghost was still, near statuesque if it weren't for the soft puffs of breath that seeped through the thick knit of his mask. [Name] knew Ghost liked being behind the trigger more than anything, but he was sure Ghost's ego swelled, even if just a tad, over being the one chosen to spot instead.

Only when Ghost's eyes meet [Name]'s does he retreat back to his scope. Still, he let's his stiff face pull into a grin. "Say whatever you want, but I think I am starting to get to you, Lieutenant."

"Oh, piss off." This time, he hears Ghost shift around in place, a tired groan accompaning the shifting of snow beneath him. "Just quiet down before I show you how to put that mouth of yours to good use for once."

"Awe, c'mon now, you-- huh?"

#sitting in the back of a pizza hut writing fanfiction is maybe a little loser coded #that being said tumblr mobile is the devil #cod x male reader #cod x reader #ghost x male reader #mw2 x reader #x male reader #mw2 x male reader #cod mw2 #ghost x reader #simon riley x reader #male reader #simon ghost riley x reader #simon ghost riley x male reader #simon riley x male reader

[canisalbus]

i saw some asks abt vasco and machete playing skyrim and other games, and now i cant stop imagining them playing minecraft.. machete knowing everything to know abt potion combinations and enchantment, looting the nether etc etc and vasco making food and crafting materials, just chilling in their little 6x6 dirt hut lol

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#I know very little about minecraft but this sounded so sweet I think I have to post it anyway #anonymous #answered #chilling in their little 6x6 dirt hut

[cycle-hit]

"don't you feel scared, of killing people?"

"..." "if it's for the world-"

"-how i feel about it is irrelevant."

#EMOTIONAL DAMAGE EMOTIONAL DAMAGE EMOTIONAL DAMAGE EMOTIONAL DAMAGE EMOTIO- #little guy posting #🐺 #you know what. no. this gets main tagged. HURTS YOU HURTS YOU HURTS YOU HURTS YOU HUTS YOU HURTS Y- #milgram #kotoko yuzuriha

[odi-the-oddity]

is it ok if you can draw @r0tt1ng-bunn1ez and my pony ocs together? we’re both zombies :3

YOU GUYS WERE SO FUN TO DRAWWWWW

Heres both flat and with shading <3

#Railz was hard to draw due to the pixeling hut i think i did okay! #Bunnies got biiiiig ears i love it sm #digital art #artists on tumblr #my art #artblr #artwork #mlp #mlp art #illustration #mlp oc #art #mlpfim #mlp fim #my little pony #friendship is magic #mlp g4

[trikyart]

a bit late but I hope everyone enjoyed their holidays :D

#sky cotl #sky children of the light #sky cotl days of feast #illustration #days of feast #little hut #hot choccy #hot chocolate #artist on tumblr #cozy #cozy illustration #wintery #winter illustration

[toxiccaves]

Misc backgrounds from Iron Leaguer

#iron leaguer #background art #IL screenshots #the last image from the thunder town makes me think of the sonic ova #also i really love juurouta's little hut

[prismaticpichu]

An arachnophobic Zack watching in awe as Sephiroth, instead of squashing the spider he discovered in his apartment, gingerly releases it on the windowsill.

~~~

“Wow, bud…” Zack sounds almost sheepish. “I didn’t know you liked spiders.”

Sephiroth shrugs, a certain thoughtfulness in his eyes as he tosses the paper towel out. “They’re…. perfectly fine creatures.” Though he is admittedly fascinated by their webbing patterns, yes, he can’t deny that there is more motivating him than simply that. More plucking at him, reaching deeper strings.

A pensive, weary look crosses the warrior’s face, his gaze suddenly heavy with stones of the past. Somewhat faraway. Floating.

Zack’s sheepishness is eclipsed by concern. “Seph? You okay, pal?”

He can never hide things from Zack anymore. Not that he wishes to.

Sephiroth again shrugs, lightly huffing. “There’s countless people and monsters that have fallen by my hand. Almost all of them were in the line of duty. Against my control.” He glances at the window, where the spider has already vanished into the velvet night, free and safe and spared.

“I try to do right when that control is mine.”

Zack watches his friend for several beats, letting a swathe of silence stretch between them. And then he gets up, from the couch where he had taken cover, making his way across the room to pull his friend into a warm, proud hug.

He squeezes tight, a gentle smile pressed into the leather collar.

“…And they called you a Demon.”

#ffvii #sephiroth #zack fair #crisis core #fangirl #floof #weenie hut jrs #I’ve been slow on Zack & Seph stuff shdhdhdhd this is still like the heart of the blog lmao #bite-sized writing #idk what to call these- like cinnamon roll bites of a fic #pichu writing #i know he’s like canonically a LITTLE bit more vicious- even in CC- but I like squishy heart seph

[fanofthelamb]

Thinking about @spiderin-space’s Kallamar.

#soz for the tag I hope u like this #also sorry it’s not very COTL art style I just wanted to doodle mindlessly #RAAAAAGHHHHHHHHH #I’m normal I’m normal I’m normal #I’ve never paid much attention to Kallamar but this design built him a comfy little hut in my brain

[remholder]

I'm about to go FUCKING bananas

here's what the passage says if you can't see the pic well or....whatever:

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There was no denying the passion of Seven's sense of mission, and Janeway realized there was nothing more to be gained from debate. "That's a commendable sentiment, Seven. And I can understand why you find the immediacy of the Rangers' methods more gratifying. But I'm afraid I simply can't condone it."

"I'm not asking you to. I'm just asking you to trust me."

There was a pleading note in Seven's voice, and a purity to her expression that moved Janeway deeply. She wished she could touch Seven's cheek. "Always, Seven. Always."

Seven mustered a sad smile. "Thank you, Admiral."

"Seven...call me Kathryn."

A bittersweet silence lingered between them until Seven said, "Tell the others I said hello and that I'll be in touch again soon."

"I will." Janeway's eyes misted with emotion. "Be careful out there, Seven."

Seven mirrored Janeway's teary expression. "You, too...Kathryn."

#j7 #janeway/seven #uhhhhh #firewall spoilers #I GUESS???? though like....what does this exactly spoil hmm??? #anyways im IGNORING those two passages (if youve read - you probs know what im talking about) and im going to live in my little hut of mud #and im making these two kiss and kiss and kiss and kiss in my mind thank YOUUUUU

[jackbeauregards]

#the little hut #ava gardner

[soupicore]

i loved growing up as a girl, but when i see the goonies, stand by me, the lost boys, mid90s, even stranger things or dead poets society… yeah i wish for boyhood

#yeah i did build little huts in the forest #and i did stay out late in the summer before i was 14 #and yes i had many boy friends because my neighborhood was filled with boys #growing up #coming of age #boys movies #stand by me #goonies #lost boys #stranger things #boyhood #girlhood #perso #soupi talk #boys will be boys #mid90s

[hoofpeet]

Ingo, taking care of unruly wounded spice: someone has to love him. I can't abandon anyone who looks like my brother. Even if it's a lie.

Spice, protecting a dead ingo: he looks like me now, and i have to lie to him. He has to be loved, because if he's not, how could any of us be loved?

#mailbox #YEAH . YEAH #replacement ingo dingo edition #its about the fucking . #2 people (?) who have already gone through unimaginable suffering . lost in a harsh and unforgiving wasteland . #effectively both ghosts of their former selves #huddling together in ingo's little hut trying to create a little warm place for the both of them to be safe in against all odds