“This Is My Cute - No, Umh I - Court. Court Sorcerer Mercute - MERLIN. I Said Merlin.”

One day, Merlin, I will repay you. I promise.

The big difference I think between TV and stage is definitely the immediate buzz that you get. And that’s not just as an actor, as an audience member you’re getting the chance to have this kind of two way process where the actors and the audience are experiencing the same thing. With TV you often have to wait months and months down the line to actually get the pay-off. Whereas with theatre it’s a very immediate thing. x

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“Hello? Merlin? I think I’m in the wrong kingdom pick me up NOW, MERlin.”

judy poovey is the only tsh character who matters

“she had wild clothes, frosted hair, and a red corvette with california plates bearing the legend JUDY P. her voice was loud and rose frequently to a screech, which rang though the house like the cries of some terrifying tropical bird.”

realizes that henry and the macaulays are assholes 90% of the time

when camilla said something rude to her she threw her drink in her face because it was “that kind of night and “just seemed like the thing to do, you know?”

the only one of the classics group who she doesn’t seem to hate is francis which is such a valid fucking opinion

she’s a costume design major and gives richard some random suit from the costume shop to wear to lunch with bunny

did cocaine with richard in a burger king parking lot

altered her university issued desk area into a totally decked out vanity complete with a glass top and a satin skirt

“all it does here is fucking snow.”

“judy (judy! god bless her!)”

“richard,” judy would say, reaching across the table to squeeze my hand, “you must eat”

“actually, i was often glad of their company. despite her faults, judy was a kindly soul, and she was so bossy and talkative that i felt oddly safe with her.”

she actually cares so much about richard even though he treats her like shit most of the time

while watching a movie she managed to paint her fingernails, smoke a cigarette, and drink a diet coke all at the same time

lets richard take her car to take charles to the ER

became a certified aerobics instructor and appears regularly on an exercise program called “power moves!”

moral of the story is if richard would’ve just been friends with judy and co. then maybe his whole life wouldn’t have gone to shit

SO MANY FUCKING THINGS stood out in tonight’s belter of an episode of His Dark Materials, but Marisa Coulter’s meeting with Mary Malone and her subsequent Blue Screen Of Death on realising the reality of the patriarchy was something I will. never. forget.

Look at her. Look at her eyes, listen the words she uses. Marisa is absolutely fucking full of blinding rage at the truth she’s suddenly been hit in the face with. All her life she has been better, clever, smarter, and stronger than the men who dominate her society. And she has been forced to kowtow to these pissants, these simpering dull crude men, slaving constantly in labour and cunning to secure the meagrest of breadcrumbs of respect and recognition in her academic and political fields. She has been forced to swallow the bitter pill of being ineligible for a doctorate, despite the undeniable superiority of her work. She has had to submit to her papers being published under the names of male peers and them taking her rightful credit. She has had to smile and simper and be agreeable and claw her way to power and respect through the utmost ruthlessness and cunning - and even though those things were always in her nature, the mental and emotional toll it’s taken on her is crystal fucking clear. She’s destroyed her own soul to rise to her rightful place.

And then she steps into another world and meets Mary. A doctor in her own right, with academic research in her own right, with her own brilliance in her own right. No fuss. No compromise. Just recognition on the basis of merit. And she realises, in that moment, what has been kept from her all her life, and how incandescently fucking outrageous it is.

And she is blinded by rage.