bryan fuller giving us a handy guide in case we ever need it
Draw me like one of your french girls (still from the Stag)
There will come a time when you want to cut off all your hair. Do it. Realise that the thing you want rid of doesn’t lie in the long curls that frame your face so perfectly. Live with short hair for a while. It’ll grow.
You won’t always want to talk to people. That’s okay. When it’s late and you hear your friends talking in the next room, you don’t have to join them. You’re allowed your solitude. It makes company sweeter and it teaches you how to survive alone. You will need that skill.
In the winter, you’ll believe that nothing will ever grow again. You’re wrong. Every year, London looks like it’s on its last legs, wheezing through those last cold days in March. Every year, spring comes like an explosion and the city shakes off its sleep.
Mundane problems will get the better of you sometimes. Don’t worry. Try as you might, life cannot be an endless, beautiful, intense moment. Find comfort in money worries and late trains; they’re a welcome rest in between heartbreaks and breakdowns.
People will call you a cynic, a wry smile on their faces. Pay them no mind. You alone know that you are capable of a love greater than anything they can comprehend. You alone know that you are not willing to sell your identity and respect to the first smirking halfwit to pass by. It is not cynicism. It is reverence for your own vast and fathomless heart, and it makes sense only to love someone who understands that and is awed by it.
You will not always get what you want when you want it. Accept it. Your goals are not set in stone and you are not on a fixed trajectory. Sometimes, life will take its time and you will have to play the long, interminable game. Play it well and with as much grace as you can muster. Live at your own pace.
At night, you will occasionally wake up afraid, wanting to die. Don’t give in. Night plays its tricks, but you are not so easily fooled. Your mind will play its tricks, too. It will make you believe that you’re not who you are, but you must not give in. You take a breath and you tell yourself that you are here. That you always were.
don’t c r y
m e r c y
[ME: “THIS PAIRING IS SO OBVIOUSLY CANON. I BET EVERYONE SHIPS IT.” (Fanfic Flamingo) FANDOM: “SURPRISE! IT’S A RARE PAIR!”]
I thought it would be a lovely idea to come together as a fandom and make a gift donation for Andrew Scott.
Knowing how much he’s involved in (coaching) young people’s acting skills, I picked a charity called Montage Theatre Arts which provides performing arts opportunities in the community for all ages. It does workshops, classes, holiday courses, shows…
Any donation, whether that’s £1 or £10 or any kind at all, is welcome.
If you donate, I’ll write down your name on a card which I’ll try and personally hand over to Andrew Scott on the 4th of April.
Thank you and let’s show some real Scottie-love! :)
I already saw that on Tumblr.
literally everything (via casualfacestroking)
all of the above is so truuu(via strugglingtobeheard)
current sexuality: Andrew Scott in period costume
I was doing so well.
Then he had to bring in the hat.
Why did he bring in the hat?
Take it, take it
Take it, take it