
The Catcher in the Rye
this is literally the most atrocious pun i’ve seen in the past year. it makes me so mad. look at this piece of SHIT pun. i don’t believe this. i am done with this god damn website. jesus. god.
The Catcher in the Rye
this is literally the most atrocious pun i’ve seen in the past year. it makes me so mad. look at this piece of SHIT pun. i don’t believe this. i am done with this god damn website. jesus. god.
If Edward II doesn’t get some Olivier nominations (particularly Heff for best actor) I will pay Kyle Soller to do a Gaveston and whoop and clap sarcastically at the ceremony
When I find myself in times of trouble Kyle soller comes to me
singing words of wisdom -
'WOOOOO! yeeeeeeah!'
These tags needed some appreciation xD
Also yes. I did kind of mentally nominate John for all the awards before they’d even done the first preview but STILL, having seen it now I maintain I was right to do so *nods*
OH HE GETS SHY AT THE END
DON’T WORRY POLAR BEAR I REALLY LIKE YOUR DANCE DON’T WORRY
YOU CAN KEEP GOING IF YOU WANT I THINK IT’S REALLY CUTE
DON’T BE SELF CONSCIOUS YOU JUST DANCE ALL DAY SWEETHEART
I care so much about theatre. I want to watch plays and talk about plays and write them and stage them and be in them, and I want to be friends with playwrights and actors and directors and designers and find out how they think and interpret things. I love the pre-show buzz and curtain calls and…
Yesss yes yes yes! I want to work in theatre so badly. SO BADLY. *cries a bit*
I just really think that John Heffernan should be given some sort of award for loveliness.
YES. I concur. *nods*
Keira Knightley and Benedict Cumberbatch filming The Imitation Game. 18-9-2013.
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Also found a copy of The Hothouse in Foyles and read Lush’s Social Events speech and nearly go hysterical remembering how perfectly Heff delivered it
aHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
'Mother's Day? Father's Day? The Hog Roast on the lawn at midnight?'
Midnight croquet and barbecued boar by the lake…
sherlock-has-got-the-blue-box:
Requested by anonymous: Benedict getting asked about when he officiated his friend’s marriage in Ibiza
That is one A+ answer
That’s my boy.
This makes me incredibly happy
These, for me, are the two most depressing paintings in western history. They were painted by post-impressionist Henri de Toulouse-Lautrec, a man who, due to inbreeding, was born with a genetic disorder that prevented his legs from growing after they were broken. After being so thoroughly mocked for is appearance, he became an alcoholic, which is what eventually caused his institutionalization and death. His only known romantic relations were with prostitutes.
And then he paints something like this which is so beautiful and tender and sentimental. It seems like the couple in bed really loves each other—cares about each other. Wakes up happy to look at each other. And I see that love and passion and I wonder how lonely he must have been. I wonder how he could paint something like this without it breaking his heart.
Maybe they say artists should create what they know, not because its unbelievable when they extend themselves beyond their experiences, but because when they pull it off with such elegance, it’s so damn unbearable to look at. I hate thinking of Lautrec, wondering about the lovers he created and knowing it was beyond his experience. Creating something that he knows is beautiful and knows he’ll never really understand.