Angela Lansbury has been made a dame at Windsor Castle today
Dame Angela, who was previously awarded a CBE, was born in Poplar, east London, but moved to the US during the Second World War after the death of her father Edgar, who was a politician.
Her award is for services to drama and to charitable work and philanthropy.
you are not fat
you have fat
you also have fingernails
you are not fingernail
How about any morning.
Like a fucking circus blowing through town, we happened,
left wrappers and pinwheels littering the ground like dead bodies.
Like the end of a war.
You moved around the house so gracefully, never touching me,
and I laughed because I thought
it was your best act,
waited hours for your hands because I didn’t
want to miss the rest of the show.
We walked past each other
like a trapeze act, like acrobats
on a tightrope, arms spread
on either side like it would save them from falling,
and we were the best act around.
The tent opened, and we were beautiful, effortless, jumping through
rings of fire, catching each other in mid-air, wearing our best clothes.
You loved me so well with the doors open.
You loved me so well with an audience,
but I don’t want the circus anymore, baby.
I don’t want it.
I want to bury it six feet under,
mourn it like a casualty and then move on.
Chalk it up to something that sounds
less like an empty fairground where
we fired our first shots, where we
first started to fracture like a bone.
We may not have worked, but,
were we good at pretending.
were we something to look at.
I laughed so hard when I saw this omg
mycroft is 500% done
He’s so indulgent with Sherlock.
He loves him so much. I often think how difficult Sherlock makes Mycroft’s life, but this is about his harshest reaction he ever has. He just puts up with all Sherlock’s shit and rolls his eyes and gets on with it. I have such a soft spot for Mycroft.
Remember the best man speech? Sherlock has keys to Mycroft’s house.
Despite all the snarking and bickering, you know that when Sherlock’s life gets super shitty he goes over to Mycroft’s house and puts his shoes on the sofa and rearranges the books by typeface and eats all his ice cream and tells him he’s doing him a favor because he shouldn’t have ice cream around anyway.
This post is all the heartwarming cuteness I needed today.
And we know that Mycroft’s pressure point is his brother. He’s always worried for him, so much so that he dealt with Anderson the Fangirl to search his baby brother’s flat.
He cares so much.
I love this
Imagine Hannibal Lecter taking hours to play with Alana Bloom’s beautiful hair, and giving her all sorts of fancy braided updos for his dinner parties.
it really pisses me off how easy it is to get sad and then how long and hard it is to get happy again like what the fuck man thats not fair
When you listen to a song you used to listen to ages ago and you get that weird as fuck spine chilling feeling as you remember how your life was at that point in time