“Who wouldn’t be infatuated by Gillian Anderson?! Gillian Anderson could play a rabbit and I would be totally be infatuated by her.”
Sir Ben Kingsley — InterviewSTUFF “Sir Ben Kingsley: Robot Overlords Interview” (March 19, 2015)
“You are our most censored guest ever… But it was my fault; I asked you what was your favourite curse word and you continued to use it like 48 times.”
Jay Leno, during The Tonight Show — “Gillian Anderson on The Tonight Show with Jay Leno - (July 22, 2013)
“Working with her has been such a joy: A, I love her as a human being and find her to be such a bright spark of light, and B, it’s a ball to throw some absolutely ridiculous dialogue her way and see how it spins off the edge of her bat.”
Variety“'Hannibal’ Showrunner Bryan Fuller Says Season 3 (June 4, 2015)
“Whatever age she is, and whatever stage she is at, Gillian Anderson is defiantly in the prime of her life.”
Harper’s Bazaar UK, Oct 2016
“One of the more unnerving things about Gillian Anderson is that no photographer has ever done her justice; in the flesh, she is 10 times more exquisite than on the page.”
The Guardian, 2016
“I appreciate her more than ever, all the time.”
Happy 49th Birthday to Gillian Anderson! @gillianaofficial
Some unwanted thoughts on Dunkirk - without spoilers:
1. War should not be glamorized or romanticized. This movie did not do that. 2. The entire time I kept thinking I can’t believe humans do this to one another. Still. We still fucking do this. 3. Selfishly, as a fan of Harry Styles, I loved that he had the most character development and never felt “flat.” He was humanized. He radiated tension and guilt and anger and disappointment in himself and those around him and that’s more I can say for some of the other characters. I think the main element of the plot was “fear,” but Harry was more than that. 4. IMAX isn’t necessary; don’t feel obligated to spend the extra cash if you don’t want to/can’t afford it. 5. There’s a surprisingly little amount of dialogue. It worked. 6. It kept me on the edge of my seat, kept my heart beating like crazy. I never felt bored, which is saying a lot coming from someone who typically does not go for history/thriller films. It packed a punch in under two hours. It made me think.
For some honest thoughts about the film (and not about the actor’s performances specifically), I’d give this article a read. I agreed with just about all of it and I think it hits some good points that not many other people have touched yet.
Overall, it was exciting and gut wrenching, the shots were breathtaking, and I’m pleased that my entire theater mainly consisted of men who didn’t scream when Harry first came on the screen. (I didn’t scream, either. Instead, I bit all my nails off and cried.)
Could you do a SFW thing with Hanzo cuddling his s/o? They're on the couch and S/O wants to watch cartoons lmao
Note: This is such a pure prompt, and this was very fun to write. There’s never such a thing as too much fluff with characters, and it warms my heart to receive Hanzo-based requests. Thank you for the request, and I do hope you like it!
You stood across the dark-haired male, frowning, as he remained motionless to your begging. You clasped your hands together, puckering your lips and pouted, watching through feigned puppy eyes at the visibly irritated archer. He was unmoving, unaffected at your attempts of swaying him through an innocent visage. You had been pleading with him for quite some time at this point, but his stubbornness knew no bounds.
You groaned in defeat, lowering your head and dropping your hands to your sides. You shook your head and watched him wander into the kitchen area without a second thought. Crossing your arms, you followed him, observing as he began to make something. At this point you felt like a persistent child, but you didn’t care, you wanted to try and swindle him down so that he would accompany you. Your eyes peered into his back, and you knew he could feel it. You tilted your head, waiting from a response from him, and your eyes widened a bit as you noticed him becoming still.
“You are acting like a child.” He spat, placing utensils down before turning to face you with a deadpan expression. “My answer remains as is.”
“Hanzo, please–?” you whined, puffing your cheeks.
“I find no entertainment in cartoons, nor will I watch them.” He arched an eyebrow as you glared at him, but his words remained as sharp ever. “Do not ask me again.”
Exhaling, you gave up, sensing how he was becoming not only uncomfortable but more agitated at the concept, and decided to leave him as is. You looked at him one last time before averting your gaze and heading to your shared living space area. For the past week you’ve been ‘reminding him’ of a very particular cartoon special that was happening in the next half hour. Whether it was through post-it notes on the refrigerator, messaging him, or even upfront telling him after his activities, you let it be known.
You turned on the television, sitting lotus position as episode reruns aired before the premier. You peered down to your cellphone in the meantime, scrolling through your feed in an attempt to not only distract yourself from the reruns, but also Hanzo refusing to watch them with you. Of course, he told you ‘no’ repeatedly, but you felt that he would eventually come around and decide to join you. Shrugging, you locked your phone and stared at the screen while you heard silverware be put away, among other things.
Ever since you were young, you were a huge fan of the original Teen Titans series, the only variant that you enjoyed was the original Teen Titans animated series that aired decades ago. They created a spinoff which you detested, as did many, but were relieved in the years following how they planned and actually made – not only a reboot to the original, but – a new series that followed the comic series exceptionally well. You were so excited now, to see the premier of your favourite series again.
Your face lit up as you saw the familiar faces of your favourite characters flash on the screen. Your eyes were wide in anticipation, and you giggled rewatching one of your most liked scenes from the rerun. You couldn’t help but grin widely as you watched energy bolts and dark magic drown the enemy forces as The Titans once again spar against the villains. Your heart fluttered at the calls from the characters as you lipped them perfectly, having memorized dialogue over the years. Leaning to the edge of the couch, you squealed in excitement, so much that you didn’t notice the archer next to you, or the cover that was around you.
You blinked, tugging at the blanket that covered you, and turned to face him. He sipped from his tea cup, neatly placing it on the tray that was in front of the both of you on a stand. You blinked, making sure you were seeing things correctly, and felt a wave of warmth hit your cheeks. When did he sit next to you? When did you get the cover? You weren’t sure and couldn’t identify when any of this happened. You were so focused on the show, too much in your element, that you had ignored the happenings around you.
“Your level of awareness is appalling.” He uttered, causing you to pout, but not for long.
He glanced from the television screen to you, raising an eyebrow and huffed. Your expression gleamed, and your immediate reaction was to hug him with the biggest grin. “I knew it!” You giggled, leaning on him and staring into his eyes. “You were going to watch them with me.” You paused for just a moment before continuing. “My begging paid off.”
“I will humour you just this once,” he stated dryly, his expression still as concentrated as ever. You removed yourself from him momentarily before leaning your head on his arm, closing your eyes. You listened to the narrator on the screen before finding Hanzo adjusting himself to become more comfortable, all the while sitting upright as a gleeful you kept near him. Your heart beat fast, more than content that your lover was here with you right now.
“Thank you,” you spoke softly, looking at him with loving eyes. He took in your smile, his expression softening for only a moment, before hearing you tease him, “But I knew you would watch them with me.”
He rolled his eyes before scoffing, “How presumptuous of you.”
about/request: hi friend, i was wondering if you could write an imagine with tom wilson based on the song somebody else’s heart by lady antebellum?
warnings: drinking and cursing and angst
authors note: man i love me some lady a, this is kinda like dark and sad and there is literally no dialogue but i’m just really here for like rough around the edges, but super soft complex tom and wanted to try writing in a new style??? hope you like it!!
A/N: god this is sooo angsty. I’m sorry. umm so some of the dialogue is based off a scene in The Edge of Seventeen and then one line is from this quote and yeah. Hope you enjoy! also I’m in a writing mood but don’t have any quality ideas so if anyone has an idea or like something they want to see please let me know and I’ll do my best!
Chris gets home late, he had a night out with some friends that were in town. There’s a smile in his voice as he calls out to me in the house, I don’t answer, too unsure of my voice. “What are you doing, babe? Hey, are you okay?” The happy tone quickly leaves his voice as he sees me, sitting cross legged on the large vanity with the bottle of whiskey sitting between my legs. I don’t look at him, just continue analyzing every curve and wrinkle in my face.