Okay, but I haven’t seen enough on my dash recently about Rowena, played by Ruth Connell and I just cannot overstate how much I love Rowena.
Something about… Well, her everything.
The face that she does. The way she looks down at people so perfectly. (Also a sucker for the accent, I won’t lie, it kind of completes her. I think it is probably the most perfect scottish accent, oh myyy)
Look at this absolute queen. With her flaming red hair and her killer makeup and the sass that permeates every word, expression and movement
How she just gives no fucks and how Crowley just takes it because she’s his mother and oh my god, Rowena calm down, yer givin’ me a heart attack here with your sassy perfection
I mean, c’mon. Can there be more Rowena love? Maybe I just haven’t been on the right side of tumblr to see it. If so, please let me know, because this scottish goddess deserves so much love. Rowena is just w o w
Not to mention her perfect proclivity for manipulation. You have to admire how clever she is. I mean. c’mon.
Please, just a round of applause for the actual perfect character. Rowena, you delightful, manipulative, fun, awesome, amazing, classy, sASSY Scottish Goddess. Also lots and lots of love to…
Ruth ‘Ruthie’ Connell! The portrayal of this perfect character brought to you by her! I’ve seen a well-written character portrayed badly and thus be ruined. But nooooot in this case. Thank you, Ms. Connell, for helping to bring to life one of my favourite characters to date. Here’s to hoping you stick around, because please.
That extraordinary mystique of hers made you think she lived on rose petals and listened to nothing but Mozart, but it wasn’t true. She was quite funny and ribald. She could tell a dirty joke. She played charades with a great sense of fun and vulgarity, and she could be quite bitchy. Alan Lerner was married to a French girl at the time — I don’t know which number, maybe number seven — a very hard piece of work. She came on the set one day when I was talking to Audrey and flounced over, dressed in the most peculiar clothes. Everything matched. She went on and on and then said, “Oh, I must fly and meet Alan for lunch!” and walked away. Audrey looked after her, turned to me and said, “I’ll bet you didn’t know that even Dior makes dogs.” I thought, wow! So she was not beyond that. - Andre Previn
As for the temperature of Hell, Miss Gray,” he said, “let me give you a piece of advice. The handsome young fellow who’s trying to rescue you from a hideous fate is NEVER wrong. Not even if he says the sky is purple and made of hedgehogs.