elder anderson

I love this analogy Elder Anderson is using! We have to hear the spirit for ourselves. Our parents, our leaders, can only teach us the “steps of the dance”, they can only show us where to walk. They can’t force us to hear the music that would guide our dance through life.

I also love that he says it’s even worse to dance when you don’t hear the music, because of pressure of those dancing around you, than it is to stop dancing altogether until you hear it.

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Vanessa Kirby interview: What stops people fulfilling what they want
“All I knew was that she was sort of a tragic figure,” says actress Vanessa Kirby about Princess Margaret. “It didn’t really cross my consciousness that much. I knew she smoked and drank, and was kind of this old lady in a wheelchair.”

Andrews updated Three Sisters to modern day Russia, replete with four-letter expletives. He then asked her to play Stella, with Gillian Anderson as elder sister Blanche in an adaptation of Tennessee Williams’ A Streetcar Named Desire. She had introduced Anderson to Andrews after appearing with the X-Filesactress in a 2011 television adaptation of Great Expectations in which Kirby played Estella to Anderson’s Miss Havisham. After a critically acclaimed sell-out run on the London stage in the summer of 2014, the much-admired revolving stage transferred to New York earlier this year.

They shared a dressing room, with Anderson occasionally getting frustrated at how messy Kirby can be. “She would say look at the state of that! One time she took a picture of the picture of the mess and showed it to me, it was only in the picture that I saw the mess. I’m so relaxed and don’t stress about things, I just didn’t really notice it was out of control.”

The one time she did feel Anderson’s ire was after handing her fellow cast member a black eye: “We were rushing onto stage and I forgot to open a curtain for her and she whacked her head hard against a pillar. I was late coming back from the loo or something. Luckily Blanche is drunk in that scene, but I could tell she was hurt and was thinking, oh my God, she might faint at any minute. She was slurring way more. Throughout the whole scene, I was saying sorry to her with my eyes.”

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So I know we’ve all seen the Apple Tree Yard conspiracy theory, which I’ve honestly found slightly unconvincing due to the presence of actual trailers and photos, etc. However, I was looking at this screenshot of the involved people, and I think the current name overlaps seem waaaaaay too close to be coincidental…

Amanda Coe (Abbington?)
Louise Doughty (Brealey?)
Emily (or maybe John?) Watson
Ben Chaplin (or Cumberbatch?)
Mark Bonnar (Gatiss?)
Susan Lynch (Vertue?)
Steven Elder (Moffatt?)
Helen Anderson (I mean…Anderson? Idk)
Richard Rycroft (or perhaps Mycroft?)

Idk if this is just a common British name thing, bc I’m sure these people are actual real life humans, but either way, I think the implications are definitely present… Not to mention the fact that it would be released on actual 22/1, just saying.

What I Call Life (Part 15)

Part Fifteen of the blangstpromptoftheday mpreg fic.

Parts 1 / 2 / 3 / 4 / 5 / 6 / 7 / 8 / 9 / 10 / 11 / 12 / 13 / 14

No songs in this chapter. We’re getting closer to the end though. I figure there will be almost 20 chapters in all. Maybe. That’s the max. I am NOT going past twenty lol. 11,000+ words with this one. Enjoy.

Also, for the sake of my brain, in the 2014 flashbacks after Kurt’s b-day, Kurt is 21 and Blaine’s still 19. I know Blaine was all mysterious, older, dashing Blaine Warbler in Glee S2, but then they de-aged him and blah so I’m gonna stick him with a December ‘94 b-day and that’s that. Okay? Okay. So when anyone mentions Blaine having Landon when he was 19, he was. There we go.

This fic is on FF.net too.

“I should’ve hit him.”

The street whizzed by as Kurt sped down the road in Blaine’s car, his fingers gripping the steering wheel in a white knuckled embrace as he drove them both back to Blaine’s apartment. The interior of the car was mostly dark except for the illuminating glow of the dashboard, but even in the tinny darkness, Blaine could make out his ex’s stern expression - the way his lips were downturned and how his brows were strongly furrowed. He was pissed off, rightfully so, but it didn’t do any good get mad now, in Blaine’s opinion. The fight was over, Alex was gone, and they were on their way home.

“God, I should’ve punched him in the face as soon as he started talking. Why didn’t I hit him?”

Kurt continued to mutter to himself, his foot pressing down on the gas pedal like a lead weight as they zipped through the eerily quiet backroads that led them towards Blaine’s neighborhood. If he kept driving like that, they were likely to be pulled over and ticketed and Blaine really didn’t have the means to pay for a hefty fine brought on by Kurt’s anger… especially now that he was out of a job. Hand twitching, he reached out and brushed his fingertips along Kurt’s wrist, resting his palm there until Kurt glanced at him. A look of revelation replaced his bitter disgust and he slowed his speed, frowning sadly at his former lover through the darkness.

“Sorry. I just got caught up in the moment-”

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