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alanbates · 7 months ago
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Alan Bates playing Ben Butley on stage, 1971
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silverfoxstole · 4 months ago
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Paul, Dominic West and Amanda Drew publicise the donation of all the books from the set of Butley to Pimlico School.
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passed-out-real · 2 years ago
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Alan Bates Filmography Part 2
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The Fixer (1968)
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Women in Love (1969)
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The Go-Between (1971)
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A Day in the Death of Joe Egg (1972)
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Story of a Love Story (1973)
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Butley (1974)
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Royal Flash (1975)
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An Unmarried Woman (1978)
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The Shout (1978)
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The Rose (1979)
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silverfoxstole · 2 months ago
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That’s Paul as Reg Nutall in Butley with Dominic West, at the Duchess Theatre in 2011. 🙂
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Paul McGann on stage (Not sure of the play or date, but I assume it to be from 2005-2009).
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youaintnothinbuta · 3 months ago
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“Are we there yet?” - Dad!Austin Butler x Mom!reader
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Summary: You and Austin, and your little girl are making the long drive to your lake house for a few days in summer, which is never the easiest drive with a little one.
Pairing: Dad!Austin x mom!reader
Word count: 1.2K
Warnings: none- fluff!! Dad!Austin! Hopefully no typos but you know how I am <3
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It was early afternoon when you, Austin, and Ella set off on the long drive to your lake house. The summer sun was high in the sky, casting a bright, warm light across the road. Austin was behind the wheel, dressed in shorts and a white t-shirt, and you sat in the passenger seat, wearing a light summer dress with your hair pulled back in a loose braid. Your five-year-old daughter was nestled in the backseat, her favorite stuffed giraffe clutched tightly in her arms.
Ella was full of energy, leaning forward against her seatbelt, pointing out everything they passed. “Look, Daddy! A red truck!” she shouted, her voice bubbling with excitement. “And there’s a blue car! And cows! Look, Mama, cows!”
You turned in your seat, smiling at her wide-eyed wonder. “I see them, Ella! What sound do cows make?” You asked, playfully encouraging your daughter.
“Mooo!” Ella giggled, making the sound loud and enthusiastic, causing Austin to chuckle.
You continued your journey, with Ella calling out every new sight—fields of wildflowers, clusters of trees, a barn in the distance. You and Austin exchanged amused glances, enjoying your daughter's unbridled excitement. But as the time passed and the scenery became more monotonous, Ella’s energy began to wane.
She started shifting in her seat, her brow furrowing in frustration. “Are we there yet?” she asked, her voice starting to edge with impatience.
“Not yet, sweetheart,” Austin replied gently, his eyes still focused on the road. “We’ve got a little while to go, but we’re getting closer.”
Ella sighed dramatically, slumping back. “I’m bored,” she whined, kicking her legs against her car seat. “And my butt hurts!”
You glanced back at her with a sympathetic smile. “I know, honey, long drives can be tough,” you said soothingly. “How about we play a game? I spy with my little eye… something green!”
Her eyes lit up for a moment, and she looked out the window eagerly. “Is it… a tree?” she guessed.
You nodded enthusiastically. “Yes! Good job, sweetie!” But after a few rounds, Ella’s enthusiasm started to fade again. She shifted restlessly, her face scrunched up in discomfort.
“Mama, I’m tired,” she whined, her voice a bit tremulous now. “I don’t like this anymore. I want to get out!”
You and Austin exchanged a glance, knowing what was about to come. “I know, baby,” Austin said in his calm, soothing voice. “I know it’s hard to sit for so long, but we’re going to have so much fun when we get there, right?”
Ella didn’t seem convinced. She started to squirm around in her seat, her buckle tightened over her chest, only adding to the frustration, and a few moments later, the whining turned into soft crying, her little face scrunched up as tears began to roll down her cheeks. “I want out, Daddy!” she sobbed. “Please, I want to get out!”
You turned in your seat as much as she could, reaching your hand back to your daughter. “Oh, Ella, I know it’s hard, baby,” you murmured softly. “Here, let me help you feel more comfortable.” You gently draped a soft blanket over her legs and carefully removed her shoes. “There, sweetheart. Just rest a little bit, okay? We’re almost there.”
Ella continued to cry softly, but she clung to your hand, finding some comfort in her mother’s touch. You kept your hand there, softly stroking Ella’s tiny fingers while humming a calming tune. “Close your eyes, sweet girl,” you whispered. “Just rest for a bit.”
Gradually, Ella’s cries turned into soft sniffles, and then, as the steady rhythm of the car and the warmth of the blanket took over, her eyes fluttered closed. Her little chest rose and fell with steady breaths as she finally drifted off to sleep.
Austin glanced over at you, a gentle smile on his face. “You’re amazing,” he whispered, his voice filled with admiration.
You smiled back. “It’s a joint effort,” you replied softly, continuing to hold Ella’s hand until you were sure your daughter was deep asleep.
After a couple of hours, just as you were about twenty minutes away from the cabin, Ella began to stir.
She blinked her eyes open, her small face creasing with a yawn. She sat up slowly, looking around in confusion before realizing where she was. “Mama?” she mumbled sleepily.
You turned around, smiling warmly. “Hey, sleepyhead. Did you have a good nap?”
Ella nodded, rubbing her eyes with her fists. “I think so,” she murmured.
Austin looked at her in the rearview mirror, smiling. “How are you feeling, sweetheart?” he asked, his voice gentle.
“Good,” she replied, still groggy. Then, her eyes widened, and she pointed out the window. “Look, Daddy! A deer!” she exclaimed, her earlier excitement returning.
Austin glanced in the direction she was pointing. Sure enough, a deer stood just off the side of the road, watching them with curious eyes. “Good spotting, El!” he said, grinning. “We’re almost there, sweetheart. Just a little longer.”
Ella perked up at this news. “Really? How much longer?”
“About twenty minutes,” you replied, glancing over your shoulder with a reassuring smile. “And then we’ll be at the cabin, and you can stretch your legs and run around all you want.”
Ella’s face lit up with a smile. “Okay! I can wait twenty minutes,” she declared, sitting up straighter in her seat.
You continued down the winding forest roads, the scenery changing from thick clusters of trees to the sparkling surface of the lake as you drew nearer. When you finally pulled up to the cabin, nestled among the trees with a clear view of the water, Ella’s excitement returned in full force.
“We’re here! We’re here!” she squealed, bouncing in her seat.
Austin chuckled, pulling the car into the driveway and putting it in park. “Alright, we made it!” he announced, turning to look at you and Ella.
You unbuckled your seatbelt and turned around to Ella. “Okay, El, let’s get you out,” you said, opening your door and stepping out. You came around to the back, opening her door and carefully helping her out of her seat.
Ella jumped down, stretching her arms wide. “Yay! We’re here!” she cheered, looking up at the tall trees around them.
Austin smiled as he stepped out of the car, stretching his back before heading to the trunk to grab the bags. “I’ll get everything,” he called over his shoulder. “You two go inside.”
You took Ella’s hand, guiding her toward the front door. Ella nodded eagerly, squeezing your hand. “Mommy! Can we go down to the water?”
“Of course, sweetheart. We’ll do that as soon as we get settled in,” you replied, giving her a quick kiss on the top of her head.
Austin was making trips between the car and the house, his strong arms loaded with your things, dropping everything off in the doorway. Ella giggled, running up to him and wrapping her arms around his legs.
Austin smiled, handing Ella her swimsuit, “if you ask mama nicely, she might help you get changed so you can get into the water.”
Ella looked up at you with puppy dog eyes, “Please mama? Please?”
“Alright, monkey, come on, let’s go to your bedroom.” You said, gently guiding her out of Austin’s way so he could bring everything in and get the fridge all stocked up for the weekend without Ella running laps around him.
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misskattylashes · 3 months ago
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So you're Alex you go to a wedding somewhere in 2018 and decide it would be a great place to record an album ..
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motionpicturelover · 2 years ago
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Films I've watched in 2022 (207/210)
Watching this I kept thinking "I know this isn't a Pinter play, but my goodness does it feel like one!" only to have the end credits roll and discover Pinter was the director...
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Butley (1974) dir. Harold Pinter
Starring: Alan Bates, Richard O'Callaghan, Michael Byrne, Jessica Tandy, Susan Engel, Georgina Hale, Simon Rouse
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justsomeguy-cassavetes · 8 months ago
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quiltofstars · 5 months ago
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The Bubble Nebula, NGC 7635 // Marty Butley
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alanbates · 1 year ago
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my humble gift to the three blogs who post about these two hopeless homosexuals
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silverfoxstole · 11 months ago
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Paul as Reg Nutall in Butley at the Duchess Theatre, 2011.
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broadwaydivastournament · 6 months ago
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BROADWAY DIVAS SUPERLATIVES: And the Tony (doesn't) Go to...
Not even the greats have Tony Awards on their shelf. Here are just a small selection of women who have earned three or more Tony nominations, but have yet to (or never will) receive a win. These egregious losses keep me up at night and time is ticking.
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*deceased at the time of this poll
Dana Ivey: 5 Tony losses, 2 categories. 82 years old, alive, retired
1984 Best Featured Actress in a Musical (Sunday in the Park with George)
1984 Best Featured Actress in a Play (Heartbreak House)
1997 Best Featured Actress in a Play (The Last Night of Ballyhoo
2005 Best Featured Actress in a Play (The Rivals)
2007 Best Featured Actress in a Play (Butley)
Jan Maxwell: 5 Tony losses, 5 categories, 61 years old, deceased (2018)
2005 Best Featured Actress in a Musical (Chitty Chitty Bang Bang)
2007 Best Featured Actress in a Play (Coram Boy)
2010 Best Leading Actress in a Play (The Royal Family)
2010 Best Featured Actress in a Play (Lend Me a Tenor)
2012 Best Leading Actress in a Musical (Follies)
Laura Linney: 5 Tony losses, 1 category 60 years old, alive, active
2002 Best Leading Actress in a Play (The Crucible)
2005 Best Leading Actress in a Play (Sight Unseen)
2010 Best Leading Actress in a Play (Time Stands Still)
2017 Best Leading Actress in a Play (The Little Foxes)
2020 Best Leading Actress in a Play (My Name is Lucy Barton)
Elaine Stritch: 4 Tony losses, 3 categories, 89 years old, deceased (2014)
1956 Best Featured Actress in a Play (Bus Stop)
1962 Best Leading Actress in a Musical (Sail Away)
1971 Best Leading Actress in a Musical (Company)
1996 Best Leading Actress in a Play (A Delicate Balance)
*2002 Special Theatrical Event (Elaine Stritch at Liberty) - Won a special non-competitive Tony.
Judy Kuhn: 4 Tony losses, 2 categories, 66 years old, alive, active
1987 Best Featured Actress in a Musical (Les Misérables)
1988 Best Leading Actress in a Musical (Chess)
1994 Best Leading Actress in a Musical (She Loves Me)
2015 Best Leading Actress in a Musical (Fiddler on the Roof)
Carolee Carmello: 3 Tony losses, 1 category, 61 years old, alive, active
1999 Best Leading Actress in a Musical (Parade)
2006 Best Leading Actress in a Musical (Lestat)
2013 Best Leading Actress in a Musical (Scandalous)
Julie Andrews: 3 Tony losses, 1 category, 88 years old, alive, semi-active
1957 Best Leading Actress in a Musical (My Fair Lady)
1961 Best Leading Actress in a Musical (Camelot)
1996 Best Leading Actress in a Musical (Victor/Victoria)*
Marin Mazzie: 3 Tony losses, 2 categories, 57 years old, deceased (2018)
1994 Best Featured Actress in a Musical (Passion)
1998 Best Leading Actress in a Musical (Ragtime)
2000 Best Leading Actress in a Musical (Kiss Me, Kate)
2018 posthumous Special Tony Award for her legacy as an advocate for women's health.
Rebecca Luker: 3 Tony losses, 2 categories, 59 years old, deceased (2020)
1995 Best Leading Actress in a Musical (Show Boat)
2000 Best Leading Actress in a Musical (The Music Man)
2007 Best Featured Actress in a Musical (Mary Poppins)
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mrschwartz · 2 years ago
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maybe i'm slipping into slippery territory here but. i don't wanna say resent bc it's def too strong but i don't think it's a coincidence that alex, right when the rest of the band were getting married and started having kids and whatnot, first went off to spend two years with miles and then when that was done isolated himself to start to make the craziest and most hermetic art of his life. like is it really any surprise at all that in the last few years he gets way into his head in the writing process and only feels revigorated when the whole band takes off to spend a couple of months together just them, ie la frette in 2017 and butley priory in 2021. someone is either not as self aware as i give him credit for or has been lying when he says he doesn't get too hung up on the past i think
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nickyandmikey · 11 months ago
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didn't even realize but yeah looking back it was kind of an alan bates year. let's go Butley (1974) fans!
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heisexhausted · 2 years ago
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Happiest birthday to me! 🤍🌸
The past years, I have written long letters to myself to commemorate this day, the 1st of December—I always like to call it “the beginning of the end” as it is the start of the last month of the year—I am unable to do one this year, but I did have some realizations.
I am happy where I am. Thankful of the people that I love who surrounds me, and I couldn’t be more grateful.
You see, the biggest lesson I learned this year is that no matter what you do people will feel some type of way about you. They will have secret animosity towards you so they'll always be offended by you and your actions. Insecurities and envy so loud it can't be hidden. People will always be threatened by you, these so-called “friends” and “mentors”.
And you should not let that taint your happiness. At the end of the day, all that nasty energy will reflect back to them. I spare these people my pity, because nobody is interested when they talk about themselves so they have to talk about me. Rent-free, as we like to call it. What a miserable life. Cue, “ang lungkot lungkot siguro ng buhay mo.” Hahaha.
We must focus on ourselves and on the love we receive from the people that genuinely adores and respects us. I also like to give my warmest thanks to my ever amazing and handsome partner, Love, and to my reliable and ‘sane’ best friend, Butley. Thanks for being careful with my pieces, and for the love and steady patience. And to all the new people that I met this year, thank you.
To all the love we will treasure and share. To the continuous agony of our existence and choices. To us, may we continue to march in the pages of our absurd lives. To pink skies and cold welcoming shores. And to the beginning of the end.
Happy 1st of December, fags. Welcome page 26!
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sophiechoir · 2 years ago
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Books Read in 2022
In 2021, I aimed to finish 12 books and finished only 10. In 2022, I once again aimed to finish 12 books - and this year, I surpassed my goal and finished a full 30! :)
The Brothers Karamazov by Fyodor Dostoevsky
Rilke's Book of Hours translated by Anita Barrow and Joanna Macy
The Fantastic Four by John Byrne - Vol. 2 Omnibus
Siuil, a Run - The Girl from the Other Side - Vol. 1 by Nagabe
Same-Sex Unions in Premodern Europe by John Boswell
A Collection of Poems by Edna St. Vincent Millay
The Year of Magical Thinking by Joan Didion
War is a Racket by Brigadier General Smedley D. Butley
The Old Man and the Sea by Ernest Hemingway
The Rime of the Ancient Mariner by Samuel Taylor Coleridge
To See a World in a Grain of Sand (a present)
6 assorted vintage comic books (WW, Conan, Vault of Evil, House of Mystery)
The Me You Love in the Dark by Skottie Young and Jorge Corona
Love Me, Love Me Not #1 by Io Sakisaka
The Celtic Twilight: Faerie and Folklore by W.B. Yeats
Slouching Towards Bethlehem by Joan Didion
Ms. Koizumi Loves Ramen Noodles #1 by Naru Narumi
Face by Rosario Villajos
Seeing the Getty Center
Ms. Koizumi Loves Ramen Noodles #2 by Naru Narumi
Howl and Other Poems by Allen Ginsburg
Rainbook by Claire Wendling
The Cathedral is Dying by Auguste Rodin
Scott Pilgrim's Precious Little Life (Vol. 1) by Bryan Lee O'Malley
Scott Pilgrim vs. the World (Vol. 2) by Bryan Lee O'Malley
Rain Like Hammers #4 by Brandon Graham & The Sandman Convergence #39 by Neil Gaiman and John Watkiss
The $12 Million Stuffed Shark: The Curious Economics of Contemporary Art by Don Thompson
The Left Hand of Darkness by Ursula K. LeGuin
To the Lighthouse by Virginia Woolf
The Epic of Gilgamesh
To be fair, some of the comic books that I bundled together were very slim, so I'm probably inflating my final count... but I remember and enjoyed every one of them, so they count to me >:)
Looking back, there are so many books here associated with distinct memories. I remember reading Howl on the plane from LA. I remember exactly where I sat at the kitchen counter reading Rodin's Facebook-style rant about cathedrals (and thoroughly enjoying it, it felt like sitting in his studio!). I dragged my boyfriend to the local ramen place after reading Ms. Koizumi. I still get angry about the translator's note at the end of the Rilke book that I picked up in Beloit lol (okay those translators LITERALLY deleted multiple lines from a poem that they translated because THEY DIDN'T LIKE THE CONCEPT THAT RILKE HAD ADDED THERE. I understand translation can require some creative interpretation but they COMPLETELY ALTERED the poem to better suit their taste, deliberately denying Rilke's intent, and called it translation. UGHHH)
I want to read a lot more Virginia Woolf - To the Lighthouse was a vision! She's a genius and has stolen my heart.
I also want to return to Proust; finally check out Eliot, Shelley, Byron, Milton, etc beyond Tumblr snippets; conquer The Ambassadors; continue to pursue Dostoevsky, Yeats, LeGuin - I've got a taste and I want more!
Last year I was afraid of taking on too much. Now I'm afraid to take on too little :) I suppose I'll still aim for at least 12 books finished in 2023, but with the intent of matching/surpassing 30.
Right now I'm reading Grief Lessons: Four Plays by Euripides, translated by Anne Carson. Just finished crying over Herakles. It wasn't the tragedy but Theseus' love that made me break.
I can't wait for what 2023 will bring! Happy New Year, everyone! <3
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