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For All Mankind | Margo and Sergei / 1995 and 2003
We will. We will see each other again.
Have you all seen Thomas Cromwell’s yelp reviews?
THIS IS SO GOOD
More being a cheapskate and someone trying to buy his ratty old cloak, aha yes. While Cromwell’s just sipping his drink and taking the place in. Cromwell writes such good reviews!
I don’t have a yelp account, but now I gave such a need to write a More review of the Tower of London
DO IT. I can’t wait!
Sadly this tap room closed. But the good news is a MEAD taproom just opened so I’m going to hit that soon.
My next yelp review is gonna be of Roxy Cabaret/Diner a 24/7 drag venue that serves incredibly overpriced rail drinks and only has ordering through QR code. I foresee the yelp equivalent of judicial murder in their future…
I'm going to bullet point it out later aha. I might just make a post about it on here.
That's sad the taproom closed. But Mead! Mead is great. I hope it turns out to be a great place.
omg More and Cromwell having to order through QR codes only, I can picture it clearly! They'll be so unimpressed.
he's just so confused
he looks like he lost his mom in the grocery store
CORUSCANT, Capital of the Galaxy | Andor S01E04
From Wolf Hall
Have you all seen Thomas Cromwell’s yelp reviews?
THIS IS SO GOOD
More being a cheapskate and someone trying to buy his ratty old cloak, aha yes. While Cromwell's just sipping his drink and taking the place in. Cromwell writes such good reviews!
I don't have a yelp account, but now I gave such a need to write a More review of the Tower of London
1st: it's interesting question
2nd: Natalie Dormer comment is so accurate
thomas more: *doesn't wave back one (1) time*
thomas cromwell:
He did not return my soul piercing gaze which was looking at him as if he were my own reflection. The wave was only to test that it was not my reflection.
meet cute: it's raining and I see your battered bleeding body lying in the mud and I kick it slightly to see if you're dead
I am not meant for casual. I was born for soul crushing devotion.
God I'm a sucker for characters who are so utterly loyal to someone that they're completely unhinged. Characters who have no moral compass except their overwhelming devotion to whoever they've chosen to listen to. That's the good shit
hello! i hate to seem impatient, but did you receive my ask about your time travel au tomtom headcanons? i'm worried that tumblr might've eaten it. thanks! ^^
BESTIE I'M SO SORRY FOR THE LATE REPLY tumblr didn't eat it i just forgor
ok, tomtom time travel headcanons! this is long and rambling sorry
full disclosure i started tinkering with a time travel au for them right after i read The Mirror and the Light, so back in 2020(!). Since I got back into Wolf Hall recently, I decided to pick it up again. I don't want to give away all the plot points so some spoilers are under the cut!
the first step to any successful fanfiction is two pages of bullet points about random details that barely matter interspersed with flippant oversimplifications of actual plot points
When we were starting, I was terrified. I've never been so terrified in my career. How do you take on 62, in Russia, speaking Russian? How has she changed? It felt like other than the essential core of who this person was, everything else was different. Trying to figure out how to navigate that over the course of six months, there were just days where it was very hard not to let the actual terror of that take over me. But I also think in some ways the fact that there was so much, there was just a certain point at which I was, you just gotta stop thinking about it and just d o. Every day, just do. It felt like the three seasons were about how the relationships had changed, and the confidence that comes with rising through the ranks. And this season I was just like, holy shit!
Wrenn Schmidt on playing Margo Madison in For All Mankind season 4
I know someone who calls herself a feminist, puts her pronouns in her work email signature, donates money to women’s empowerment funds, and thinks we should deport more refugees. I also know someone who calls people ‘pussies’ when he plays video games, who doesn’t know what a pronoun is, and, for his defence of low-wage women workers in a highly-exploited industry, is a better, more strident defender of the rights of working-class women than almost anyone else I know. Of these two people, I know who is on my team, and who I want on my team, yet the standard liberal feminist calculation would have me chose the woman who loves a little deportation over the man who is occasionally uncouth, solely because the woman knows to keep her language civil, and the man doesn’t. Liberal feminists get incredibly caught up in the politics of language, because language is all they have. They don’t have a revolutionary programme for overthrowing patriarchy, so they’re forced to tinker around the edges of it, quibbling over word choice and jargon instead of building the coalitions necessary for destroying patriarchy.
— We Should Not All Be Feminists by Frances Wright
yea.
Thinking about the two (male) coworkers I had a few farm jobs ago, one of whom was a very well spoken and politically knowledgeable self reported socialist who was nevertheless urging me to stay silent about the lower wages I was receiving so I didn't compromise his job. The OTHER one was a foulmouthed nineteen year old who didn't know what trans meant (but listened VERY well when I talked about it) and was absolutely up in arms about the wage inequality, and honestly any injustice in front of him. I'll let you guess which if them I'm still in touch with
I was once in a northern Melbourne beer garden at 1am and the most red-flag looking, bogan yet clean cut like they've newly got money and have an ego about it, guy and his friend swagger over, and sit down at the table with me and my friend. And they're shitfaced. Like, barely holding it together. And I'm thinking 'oh great here we go'. They say they just need to sit down for a bit and start small talk. Dude looks at me, gestures at my hair which was acid green at the time, and is like "hey do you know about queer stuff?" and I'm like "oh here we fucking go" but I also can't resist an opportunity to be a smartypants so I'm like "yeah" and he leans over the table to me, I'm bracing myself, he hiccups, and then he says, "I've got this kid working for me - I'm a builder - and [she's] just started telling people [she's] actually a she and a different name, and all. I want [her] to be happy at work, you know, but I don't know what I'm doing. Any tips?" And in that second I was humbled by the realisation of how much I'd assumed about this guy. He did not use correct pronouns at the time, so once I asked him more I talked to him about that - and with full caveat that I definitely don't know everything - gave him some general knowledge, and encouraged him to lead with compassion (like he was already doing) and defer to her about what she might need at work to feel safe and welcome. He was grateful and clearly so proud of his apprentice. Also, turns out he was not as drunk as I thought but was following his plastered friend around to keep him out of mischief. And yeah, I think about that guy a lot.
