What she also mentioned “This is why Obama shouldn’t take our gun rights away”. And lots of people were agreeing with her. I almost cried
Everyone around us was talking about movies and people in their lives. Then there was us. My mother and I got into a debate over whether the emperor in power was Julio-Claudian or Flavian. Somehow we roped other diners into the conversation.
Things like this are part of why my parents like having me around. Even though it bemuses the hell out of them.
The discussion was made even better by the group of us being a linguist, an History major with a focus on Ancient Classical periods, and a Classics major
“She makes these like needlework embroideries on set in the tedium of filming”, says MacFadyen, “but they are all: ‘You Are a Cunt’. And she gives them as presents. And it’s Dame Judi Dench. And she is doing this beautifully, intricate, ornate (work). You kind of see the work materializing as the shoot goes on. Like: ‘You Are a Fucking Shit.’ Knightley never received her embroidered cushion from Dench but remarks: “I love that! She gives this fantastic air. She just sits there and she embroiders and you think: ‘Oh, that’s so nice! It’s Judi Dench. It’s so quaint; she’s embroidering a cushion,’ and you go: ‘What are you embroidering?’ And (it says): ‘Fuck!’ Apparently she’s got hundreds of them just covered in swear words or rude sayings.”
so can i worship judi dench as a religion yet or something
i want to hang out with judi dench REALLY BAD.
I remember reading somewhere that she played D & D with Vin Diesel on the Chronicles of Riddick Set.
She did. It’s on the DVD. Because he WOOED her to get her in Chronicles. With flowers and showing up all ‘eager young man and you are so wonderful’ while she was doing a play. Old School Wooing. And then y’know, after he treated her like that? It was fun to game w/ him and amuse him w/ her swearwords.
See that’s what happens when game recognizes game. They both ain’t shit & I love it.
That woman is so delightfully dignified.. YET SO FUCKING BADASS <3
(Source: pemberley-state-of-mind, via heathenduchess)
"A bashful winter’s noontime showed only its modest ankle before slipping into darkness again. Marya walked along Skorohodnaya Road, kicking clumps of ice. Mastery, she thought. I know nothing of that. Who was master when Koschei fed me and silenced me? Not I. … And yet, I chose to be silent, to eat what he fed me. And he shook when he touched me. I made him weak enough to shake. What does any of it mean?"