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chromiumagellanic06 · 6 months

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The Silver Knight: Warrior, Princess, Wife

Daemon Targaryen/Original Fem [Targaryen] Character

Chapter 15: Dreamer

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Summary: Naera discovers something strange about Helaena.

Word count: 3.6k

Warnings: nothing, really

Princess Naera Targaryen, during the first year of her marriage, was seemingly very occupied. She is said to have worked from dawn to dusk on concluding her affairs in a rush, often enlisting the aid of her husband and uncle, Prince Daemon of the House Targaryen. Despite this, she had taken adequate time to grow as needed to familiarize herself with her half-brother, and nephew-by-law, Prince Aemond, as well as her half-sister, and niece-by-law, Princess Helaena. By several accounts, and none better than the letters sent by Ser Redmond of the Kingsguard to his family, the Princess had begun training Prince Aemond at his request, and had persuaded him against typical knightly brawls, and aligned him closer to the same grace and poise she herself fought with.

Her relationship with Princess Helaena, however, is under much dispute, as by certain accounts, the princess had begun speaking to the young girl about topics none other present could verify or even make sense of. It is well known in history that Princess Helaena, daughter of King Viserys of the House Targaryen, First of his Name, with Queen Alicent of the House Hightower of Oldtown, was a strange child. She is recorded by the Palace Maester as having been mentally deficient, and collaborating and interesting herself overly in insect life and off-turn musings. Thus, it is strange that Princess Naera, who had until previously made it practically known well and wide that she had no wish of learning anything of her half-siblings, would grow as close to them as she did, in as little time as she had.

It is also imperative to note that the Princess was firmly standing in support of the Blacks in the civil war, that is the faction of court supporting the claim of her sister, Princess Rhaenyra of the House Targaryen, as the rightful heir to the throne. Another notable member of the Blacks is, of course, her husband, Prince Daemon, and the couple did execute an instrumental role in the war that was to come. For her to fraternize with her half-siblings, the Greens, was observed as strange, and at the time, even indicated a potential political defection, as often suspected by Princess Rhaenyra, the Princess of Dragonstone, who was not present in King's Landing at the time of these affairs. As indicated by copies of letters retained by Grand Maester Mellos of the Red Keep, Princess Naera had argued against the heir on this subject by stating, very clearly, that her decisions were not to be doubted, as her support lay with the pure branch of the family at all times.

Whether she had considered a defection during those formative years, as her father, King Viserys of the House Targaryen, First of His Name, had his health progressively depreciate, is moot, for historically, as indicated by all her actions related to the war itself, it is clear that her loyalties lay with her sister, at least when the Dragons danced and died.

The Days before the Dance:

A Comprehensive History of the events preceding the Dance of Dragons

by Grand Maester Glyspar of the Reach

“I pulverised them all,” and Naera knew that she would keep silent at Aegon’s claims. Civility, yes, as she had once pledged. She would not question it. She would not point out the lack of height of his feats. She would not speak.

“Ser Criston believes that I shall be ready for tourneys soon.” Oh, but the little prince would all but fall off his horse before he even struck lances, and that was the bitter old truth.

Daemon had taken no such claims of civility, and snorted at his nephew’s words. Oh, by the old gods and the new, at least he did not snag in a comment with it. That would be a headache.

Naera moved around the peas on her plate. Her appetite seemed to be falling, day after day, for wine, for food, even for water. She felt as though she was a plant meant for a windowsill left outside in the sun and rain, in the open nourishment of the world. She didn’t love it.

She glanced across the table, where her half-sister fiddled with her fork also, muttering strange phrases under her breath. She had never really paid attention to her, who was Naera's, she supposed, niece by law, or would it be good niece? She did not know. Helaena had always seemed a little off, out of it, lost, as though her mind was tuned to a different frequency altogether. There were times she behaved in earnest, and those times only grew with the prayers and lessons Alicent had subjected her to in order to ‘prepare’ her for marriage. She was a victim of society.

Naera almost pitied the girl.

“Now,” Viserys coughed out to his son, “Daemon was only ten and six when he took part in his first tourney,” though his point, his crux was forgotten as he gasped for breaths and searched for water. His hair had all but fallen off, just a few palsied strands left to veil his rounded head. Naera wondered if his illness could be helped.

“Wasn’t our dear sister younger, father?” Aemond called out from across the table, catching half the family off guard, and all eyes turned to him. “I believe Naera partook in her first tourney before she came of age.” Their eyes were a flock of birds, halting at a tree, and then whooshing to the next.

Naera felt watched, and it was not pleasant. She shook off their curiosities, “Five and ten, I believe.” She did not believe—it had been five and ten. It had been just a dozen nights before…Naera shook those thoughts away.

Aemond had no reason to know this much of her—Daemon did not know this far into her past, and Naera was left curious as to why he did. His one eye did not leave her, not for very long, but his gaze was hardly malicious—it was almost earnest, admiring, hopeful. She did not know what to make of it.

“I believe Aemond shall be the youngest in the family after all,” Alicent tried, and tried, and failed. She tried for what, none any longer knew, for not every opportunity needed to be used as a demonstration of pride. “All is left for the gods to see.”

“The raven does not walk.” Naera flipped her head to Helaena, only to find the little girl plunging a knife into chicken’s meat. The raven does not walk, but she could not just be referring to the bird she ate. Ravens did walk, they had feet, and oh, Naera caught herself thinking too far.

Aemond stared at her, watching intently, almost smiling at her naivete, but not quite. She’d might as well play along.

Naera smiled at the child, “Which raven?” It was silly, really, to indulge her imagination only.

Helaena looked up, her face so very, very innocent and young, and whispered, “The one with three eyes.” The one with three eyes. The three-eyed raven. The three-eyed crow.

No.

Naera froze.

Raven.

Fire and Blood.

Naera felt chilled, as though one had poured ice down her veins, her bones grew frigid, her teeth all but chattering, legs shaking, but all that was seen was the rise of gooseflesh all across her skin.

Bloodraven.

Aemond watched her with intent, questioning her reaction, her widening eyes, her paling skin, her frightened state, at his sister’s words. All were too consumed by their days’ troubles—none paid mind to it at all, how the Silver Knight had been caught fearful of a little girl’s musings.

“Of the old Gods,” Helaena added, and Naera felt cold, colder than she ever had, as the biting, freezing, burning cold settled around her, on her, within her, everywhere, with no end to it. There, there, there, trees, with faces grained in, and from the dark, hollow eyes rained blood, crimson, burning, warming—the old gods of the north, and it was cold, so very, very cold. She could feel her skin dry and freeze and ship off in pieces and clumps, cracking, shattering, breaking.

The same tree, but more, for past the branches and twigs and decay, beneath the snow and ice that crested it, entangled in vines and bales and all that lay there, was a figure with silver hair, pouring down, and the palest skin of decaying porcelain, and through his decaying, torn, broken body, with bones and nerves and hairs all clumped and tangles, pierced roots and thorns, strangling, tying, tearing it all tight, and amidst the gruesome mess, snapped open an eye of fire and of amethyst.

“Naera?” She fell back in her seat. The cold wasn’t there. The winds weren’t there. The weirwoods weren’t there. She turned to face Daemon, his eyebrows raised, questioning, but not silent. “Are you alright?” And she hated his tone—grimy, despicable, patronizing. Are you alright? As though a question by him could make her realise that she wasn’t—as though a statement from him could permit her to confess that she wasn’t.

“Quite fine,” and she hated her own tone also, ireful, disrespectful, contempt ridden. She felt guilt, for she knew that his intentions had surely been loving, but she could hardly separate his devotion from his desire to control her.

“You look a little pale, dear,” and Alicent did fare concern rather well on her features, not quite as hateful as Naera had justified her to have become. She was almost motherly, once in a while. She supposed Alicent was a mother—and thus had the gentleness people expected of her.

Ha.

Naera stood, eyes falling on Helaena, who stared down at her plate, shy, timid, as though speaking her mind was something to be regretted. “I believe I shall retire, then,” her mind settling on a goal of sorts to speak to her sister again, someday soon.

“I’ve sent for the maester.” Daemon walked into her—their—bed chambers.

“Did you get into another tavern brawl with a Kingsguard, or did you just trip while walking?” Naera set the letter to her side, reaching for the next. Another request for her attendance at Qarth. She crumpled the page up and threw it in with the rest. That was seven—five more, she’d expect, if things were still in order back in the Walled City. If not, she might need to attend after all.

“You’re ill.” He stated it as though it was obvious.

“Not any more ill than I’ve ever been, kepus,” and she stopped herself from tossing in a statement of how considerate his care was. He didn’t need his pride to grow larger than it already had.

“Naera,” and he was growing annoyed, she noticed, and looked up at him, at his crossed arms and anxious face. He was worried. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing, nothing,” she shook her head. “It’s just…she’s a strange child,” Naera decided, laying back in bed, tossing the papers she had carried to her side.

“Hm?” Daemon was tired, eyes nearly shut for the night, “Yes, strange girl…” he trailed off, not really projecting any thoughts on it.

“Yes, but strange, do you understand her?” Naera did not seem tired, or ill—she was stranger, Daemon decided. She was hooked on her half-sister—the future Green Queen, for all they know, and she was stunted by her words. The raven does not walk. Of course, ravens don’t walk.

“Naera, the girl isn’t right in the head.” He concluded easily, wrapping an arm around her shoulders to somehow coax her to sleep, but she did not relent. Naera sat still beside his head, mind up in the air, thinking, wondering, theorizing—it was a waste of her efforts.

He sighed, “What is so strange?” He’d indulge her.

“Don’t you—” she stopped herself, he didn’t need to know, “Nothing, you are right.” She closed her eyes in respite, calming whatever cursed curiosity mingled in her thoughts. “Rest.” She pulled the blankets over her head, settling beside him, three candles still burning bright beside her. She never let him put them all out for a second. He had stopped questioning it, for the night is dark and full of terrors.

“Perhaps, she’s a dreamer,” he tried to console his wife, although she felt no grief or sorrow irrespective.

Naera shuffled the sheets off, sitting up, leaning close to his face. Her eyes gleamed in the light and darkness, but oh, she feared something in his words.

“Daenys, you mean.” Daenys the Dreamer, she who foresaw the Doom of Valyria and saved the Targaryens from its horrors. Daemon hummed, yanking her down to lie on his chest, and he carded his fingers through her hair, perhaps only to calm her down, to drill her into a dazed sleep.

“Viserys was always fascinated with Daenys,” he recalled, “Always said that he’d be a dreamer like Daenys, or like Aegon. Once,” Daemon chuckled in reminiscence, “He got very drunk, went on about how Aegon was a dreamer also—foresaw the end of Westeros, a long night that never ends, and then he tripped down a staircase.” Fun days, before his brother had grown to resent him for who he was—before his first exile, he supposed.

A Dreamer. Naera did not speak as he recounted further tales of his young days, for her mind stuck to what she had seen—what she had heard. If Helaena could prophesize—would it mean that there would one day be a creature such as that? A long night—no.

“The long night, kepus,” she corrected, “The winter that shall never end.” He knew the tale, surely, every nursery tale north of the Riverlands referred to the Longest Winter, a thousand years ago, when kings froze in their palaces and mothers murdered their children as acts of mercy, but there was more—in the East, there was more to the tale, be it to the Bloodstone Emperor of Yi Ti, or the legends of the Shadowlands themselves. “The long night ends with a prince of light charging against the darkness. The prince who was promised,” the Conqueror, the Breaker of Chains, to whom even darkness knelt, whom even the night feared. “When the red star bleeds,” and she heard her words echo within her mind, hollow, cold, luxurious and old, but distant and faded. Melisandre. “Azor Ahai, borne amidst salt and smoke, who shall wake dragons from stone. It is an old tale from Asshai, in the religion of the Lord of Light, that such a warrior shall return.”

Daemon wheezed out a breath, “When shall that be?”

“Ten years? A thousand? After a very long summer, it is known.” Me nem nesa, it is known, and she knows—that it shall be her, the Conqueror, the Breaker of Chains. The Princess who was Promised. The Last Targaryen, no, the very Last Dragon, and hers shall be the blood of Old Valyria.

“We shall all be long gone by then,” he mumbled against her head.

“Indeed,” Naera turned her head to watch the flames dance around the candles. “We shall.”

“Is that all you’ve got?” Then followed a string of debilitating insults in High Valyrian, and Naera was almost persuaded to laugh at Daemon’s treatment of Aegon. It wasn’t as though it’d help him. He had gone too far.

Ser Criston had excused himself from the affairs, claiming something along the lines of guard rotations, but he simply did not wish to be present as Daemon treated his nephew—the Green Queen’s son, in the way that was his god-given right as an asshole uncle.

Naera only watched from the sidelines, arms crossed, counting the seconds until she could drag him back to reading her correspondence. It had become easier with some help, and she wasn’t convinced to grant him respite from his chosen duties.

Ser Redmond glanced at her from the edges of his eyes, staring down the dagger at her waist, the resilience on her face. He had not enjoyed getting stabbed by Valyrian Steel. He glanced, off and on, between blades and metals, as he tried his whole best at training her other brother. Failing.

“Would you train me, Princess?” Aemond reached out a dulled blade towards her.

“I believe Ser Redmond has been assigned to train you, my Prince.” Naera glanced across at Redmond, smiling, frustrated, hesitating, shameful, for he had barely stood a chance against her ever.

“Ser Redmond is weak.” Ah, there, he said it. “You are not.” He sounded almost pleased to say that, as though praising her pleasured him, earnestly, with pride.

“Very well,” and she took the blade in her hand, heavy, but tolerable. “Come,” and he charged at her, swords clashing, and he grunted, gasped, and gave away his attack. Again, and she dragged her blade up above him, dodging his attempts with ease, jumping, bending, surprising.

“Now,” Naera stopped him with a raise of her hand, and Aemond could only take a breather, watching with intrigue as his half-sister spun and twisted the blade in the air, perfectly balanced, perfectly silent. “You can either be a Westerosi knight,” armour clinking, steel blades clashing, orderly, strong and secure, “You can be loud, and proud,” she pulled the blade behind herself, tossing it up in the air, and it soared down in an arc, the whipping of the blade against the wind the only music of its making, and she caught it by the ragged hilt, silent, graceful, careful, quiet, calculated, experienced. “Or, you can be quiet,” and she took a light step forward, blade striking across his face before he could see. She hadn’t broken his skin, barely grazed it, even, “and deadly.”

He was reminded, of a beast which hardly roared, it only soared, high in the skies, preying, hunting, lying in wait, silent.

“Like Vhagar.”

“Like Vhagar.” Naera smiled, fixing her braid against conflicting with her vision. “Again.”

He did try again, holding his breath, eye-watering from the effort, and again, and again. He tried for the entire evening, her work long forgotten, and they both missed Daemon watching from the edges alongside a scowling Aegon.

“Who taught you how to fight?” Aemond asked her later, arms sore, and breath still swollen while she seemed to have barely exerted herself—there was grace, a leering, lingering, lasting calmness, as though the fire had gone out from her soul-the fire of her blood had extinguished, leaving behind a carcass of grace and equity.

“There was a battle master in Sunspear, an Eastern Sellsword,” she had never even learned his name, Naera realised, “He knew all the ways, from Braavos, from the Grass Sea, from Yi Ti, and the knightly ways of whatever lay North of Dorne.”

“Everything, then.” He sounded gladder than she had ever heard him, almost hopeful, as though she could teach him all those ways also.

“Yes,” she would indulge him, perhaps, but as they walked, he stopped, watching somewhere deep in the corridors, where knelt his sister, a centipede in her hand. Helaena muttered things furiously at her septa, who only looked around for assistance, frustrated with her girl’s behaviours.

Muttering furiously, she stopped with the words, loud and clear, “There is a beast beneath the boards.” There is a beast beneath the boards.

Beast—Dragon. Boards—wooden boards? Floors? The Earth?

“Aemond,” she caught his attention, “Has anything Helaena ever said come true?” She swallowed, dry, grating, as he pondered upon her words. Naera feared her words, what they could mean, what the answer could represent—a truth most dangerous.

Aemond only stared back at Helaena, who had set the centipede down on the window sill to fetch another, much longer, letting it crawl up her hand as she spoke more, faster, mind rushing, lips failing to follow.

He fought for words, remembering too much, and all too soon, whatever she had said, whatever had occurred, trying to find that little overlap which Naera questioned, scrutinised and examined. After their births, the sullen look in his mother’s eyes whenever she saw Rhaenyra, the pain, the anguish, and the bugs, the fear, the needlework, the dullness of Helaena’s entire life, and more, and more, the mutterings, the whispers, every word, every breath, every musing of Helaena’s—Laena Velaryon, and oh, he remembered the day when the Strong boys and Aegon had handed him a pig, and what his dearest sister had said.

He'll have to close an eye.

“Yes.”

Naera drew in a cold, long breath, something of fatigue catching up with her, a dull ache in her back, lingering, growing, spreading across her shoulders, her neck, daring to lap at her head.

“What was it?”

Aemond turned back to Naera, a hand flying up to his eyepatch. Oh.

No.

“That I’ll have to close an eye.” Then, there was the urge to justify it—to repeat the claim he so forcefully had bestowed upon the Greens. An eye for a dragon. He got more than he gave, and he gained the mightiest beast of them all. He gained Vhagar, the last great dragon.

“What else?” Naera asked, tune moulded into a whisper. “What else did she say?” What else did she prophesize?

“Spools of black, spools of green, and…” he shook his head, trance broken, her whispers in his mind quietening, “There is a beast beneath the boards.”

There is a beast beneath the boards.

Spools of black, spools of green—The Blacks, and the Greens, the dresses, the colours, the threads. Rhaenyra and Aegon—Rhaenyra and Alicent, rather, the Black Princess and the Green Queen. Spools of black. Spools of green.

There is a beast beneath the boards? “Thank you, my Prince,” Naera was already taking large, calm, confused steps towards Helaena’s quarters

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bubblesandgutz · 2 years

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Every Record I Own - Day 759: Modest Mouse This Is a Long Drive for Someone with Nothing to Think About

It’s been five months since I’ve written one of these album posts, mainly because 2022 was such a busy year. When I made my last album post on August 1st, I was still talking about my favorite albums from 2021. While I enjoy talking about current music, I think I get more enjoyment writing about music that I’ve had plenty of time to sit with, and consequently, I felt like I was running out of things to say about new releases.

I wasn’t sure how to dip my toes back into this project. Then on New Year’s Eve I got the news that Jeremiah Green passed away.

I’m sure Modest Mouse meant a lot of different things to a lot of different people. And for most people, their impression of the band starts around 2004 with their big hit “Float On.” For me, Modest Mouse will always be that curious local band from the early ‘90s.

A quick recap on Seattle in the ‘90s: Nirvana blew up in the fall of ‘91, and their success helped turn the spotlight on Soundgarden, Pearl Jam, Alice in Chains, Screaming Trees, and Mudhoney. Seattle was suddenly seen as a hub of underground rock music. But the reality is that we were a geographically isolated city with restrictive liquor laws and the Teen Dance Ordinance, a law that made all ages concerts virtually impossible. Rock music in Seattle was for the 21+ crowd. If you were a kid and you liked going to shows, you had to go to the youth centers out in the suburbs, or you had to go down to Tacoma and Olympia, or you religiously attended the one tiny all ages venue in the sketchiest part of downtown, The Velvet Elvis, that was strangely exempt from the ordinance on a technicality (namely, it had fixed seating, so you couldn’t “dance”). There was a distinct generational gap between the crowd that saw Nirvana play at the Central Saloon the summer before Nevermind came out and the local teenagers who picked up guitars in its wake.

Botch started playing in ‘93 and by the end of ‘94 we were playing shows at The Velvet Elvis. We were also playing spots like The Old Fire House in Redmond and Ground Zero in Bellevue, the suburban youth centers that held weekly concerts for the underage crowd. Some weeks you’d get a touring acts like Neurosis or Rocket From the Crypt, but we were so far off the standard touring circuit that most of the time you just got local bands.

Modest Mouse was a name we saw around a lot. The name sounded a bit twee for our tastes, but we knew their drummer Jeremiah had been in a hardcore band called Drown, and he’d been an early fixture at The Old Fire House. Despite the small nature of the underage scene in Seattle and the crossover in our musical interests, I wouldn’t hear Modest Mouse until Botch went out on our first tour in ‘96. In San Francisco, we played at the famous Epicenter Records. The bill was Modest Mouse, Scenic Vermont, Trial, and Botch. There were maybe 20 people there. But man, Modest Mouse fuckin’ ruled. They could be sweet and pretty one moment and screaming over distortion and feedback the next. We all became fans that night.

There was so much I identified with in their music. For one thing, it felt like every song started with a nugget of an idea---a solid verse/chorus structure---and then drifted off into some noisy exploratory jam session. It didn’t feel far off from what Botch was doing in that regard. We’d start a song with a couple of riffs that worked together, and we’d just jam in the basement until the rest of the song fell into place. It’s funny... I just assumed that was how every band wrote together. That’s what Fugazi and Drive Like Jehu did, after all. But in hindsight, I think it was a very unique approach, or at least it’s one that’s fallen out of favor with newer bands. When I listen to those early Modest Mouse songs, you can feel the excitement of a band bouncing ideas off of each other, letting happy accidents turn into whole new parts.

There was something else that really resonated with me about those early Modest Mouse records. There was a sense of wonder with the western landscape, a fascination with geography, and a sense of loneliness and alienation when you become uprooted from your childhood home. It was all there in their record titles---Interstate 8, The Lonesome Crowded West, This Is a Long Drive. I’d only moved to the Northwest in ‘92, so I felt uprooted too. But there was also this new appreciation for wide open spaces. After living on an island you could drive across in a couple of hours, it boggled my mind that you could just get in a car and drive for several days and still not see the other side of the continent. Modest Mouse’s music captured that excitement for the open road and the possibilities it offered.

This Is a Long Drive had come out just a few months before that SF show. This album, along with the Broke single, got a lot of plays in our camp after playing with them. National success for Modest Mouse was still somewhere on the horizon, but by the time summer was over it felt like they were taking off regionally. They sold out a show at The Velvet Elvis that fall. I didn’t even know bands could sell out The Velvet Elvis back then. Sure, it held maybe 125 people, tops, but I didn’t realize there were 125 kids hip to the weird art house theater tucked in an alley in a grimy part of downtown.

By the time The Lonesome Crowded West came out, they were a national act. A year or two earlier you’d only hear their music at friend’s houses or on the local college radio station. Now you heard their music in coffee shops, bars, and record stores all over the States. They belonged to the world.

Weirdly enough, my only interaction with Jeremiah would happen years later. At some point in the late ‘00s, after the success with Good News For People Who Love Bad News and his brief hiatus from the band, I was at a grocery store in Seattle with a mutual friend. “You guys know each other, right?” the friend asked in lieu of a proper introduction. We both shrugged and smiled, introduced ourselves, both saying “yeah, I know” in response. We were the same age, had come up in the same scene. I’d gone in to work a shift at The Old Fire House Teen Center the day he stopped by to talk to my boss about quitting Modest Mouse. We were in the same musical orbit, likely going through the same growing pains at the same stages of our lives, which is probably why their music hit me the way it did.

RIP Jeremiah Green. Thank you for the music.

#everyrecordiown #modest mouse

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littlequeenies · 3 months

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29th October 1966, FABULOUS 208 Magazine, page 19

Playin' Jane

Jane relaxing off-stage with one of her best friends, her kitten Cleo.

Quietly, without any false fuss, Jane Asher, actress, has arrived. After fifteen years of exits and entrances, Jane has become accepted as an actress. Not as just another pretty young girl to grace a TV screen, but as an actress capable of bringing the screen to life . . . doing a job that no one else could do quite so well.

This is Jane Asher's year. We salute her.

THERE is something very touching and vulnerable about Jane Asher that endears her to the armchair playgoers. She's like a daisy planted among roses. Fresh, delicate and unpretentious.

She may be in The Saint, Love Story or in any old kitchen sink drama on TV, but the moment she appears, there is something happening on the screen. She doesn't throw her limbs into theatrical poses or shrill out her lines. There is a quiet strength in her performances that makes them far more memorable than hammy histrionics.

She has been acting since she was five years old, and she has learned her craft the hard way, in fifteen years of repertory, radio and TV roles.

Jane Asher has the look most big girls envy. Small-boned and fragile-looking she appears just as feminine in over-sized sweaters and sloppy jeans as some poor girl who has spent hours dolling herself up.

She has a pale, elfin face, dominated by deep-set blue eyes, rather serious and a little sad. There is a lot happening behind them. Her long hair looks like great flames leaping about her face.

She desperately wants to play Joan Of Arc.

It was her hair which brought Jane, at five, into the acting profession. She was playing in the park one day with her mother, her younger sister Clare, and her big brother Peter. They all had bright red hair. Someone passing by said they ought to be in pictures or something.

The idea appealed to Jane. Soon she was cast as the deaf mute in Mandy. She was Alice. She was Wendy in Peter Pan. And she was Juliet in a children's TV version of Romeo and Juliet.

They were all roles that called for a pretty face, a limited range of expressions, and no particular acting ability. But Jane was attracting the notice of people who had plays to offer her that would really put her talent to the test.

THE supreme test came this year, when Jane played the lead in a new play called Cleo for the Bristol Old Vic Company.

She held the stage for two-and-a-half hours playing a mixed-up teenager with a sensitivity unusual in a girl of twenty.

Jane took a dozen curtain calls on the first night. People pushed into her dressing-room to shake her hand, and tell her how much they had enjoyed seeing a star born.

The star sat on the floor in her shaggy sweater and kneed blue jeans, and calmly drank champagne from a cracked mug.

JANE is uncompromisingly down-to-earth and sensible. She can cut through hours of fancy discussion with one simple scentence of logic. It's her ability to seperate the real from the superficial that makes her a good actress.

She recently appeared in BBC-2's classic Brothers Karamazov. At the moment, she is appearing with Laurence Harvey, Moira Redmond and Diana Churchill in Shakespeare's A Winter's Tale, at the Cambridge Theatre, London.

The play has been selected for study in C.C.E. "A" Level examination next January. Jane hopes that lots of young people will see the play, to prepare themselves.

When this production closes - it's the one she appeared in at the Edinburgh Festival - Jane moves into a Broadway play.

As we said, Jane Asher, actress, has arrived.

JUNE SOUTHWORTH

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The Women's Prize for Non-Fiction 2024 Longlist is here!

I'm sure that long time readers of my blog or followers of my Instagram will know that I have been following the Women's Prize for Fiction very closely for the last few years. I was really excited to discover that they were launching a sister prize celebrating non-fiction written by women (because it definitely tends to get lost in the very male-dominant sphere that is non-fiction). I am not a big non-fiction reader but as I get older, I have found myself becoming more interested in it. I think I'll always be a much bigger fiction reader but there are some genres within non-fiction that I am fascinated by, so it made sense for me to take a look at what the inaugural Women's Prize for Non-Fiction longlist had to offer.

The Women's Prize for Non-Fiction is open to non-fiction books written by women in English and published between 1st April 2023 and 31st March 2024. I believe it follows the same rules as the Fiction prize, in that books have to follow a narrative and that translated books are not eligible.

So, here are the 16 books on the first ever Women's Prize for Non-Fiction longlist!

Intervals by Marianne Brooker. Published by Fitzcarraldo Editions on 28th February 2024.

Thunderclap by Laura Cumming. Published by Chatto & Windus on 6th July 2023.

Shadows at Noon by Joya Chatterji. Published by Bodley Head on 13th July 2023.

Wifedom: Mrs Orwell's Invisible Life by Anna Funder. Published by Viking on 17th August 2023.

Matrescence by Lucy Jones. Published by Allen Lane on 22nd June 2023.

How To Say Babylon by Safiya Sinclair. Published by 4th Estate on 3rd October 2023.

Some People Need Killing by Patricia Evangelista. Published by Grove Press on 2nd November 2023.

Code Dependent: Living in the Shadow of AI by Madhumita Murgia. Published by Picador on 28th March 2024.

Eve: How the Female Body Drove 200 Million Years of Human Evolution by Cat Bohannon. Published by Hutchinson Heinemann on 12th October 2023.

The Britannias: An Island Quest by Alice Albinia. Published by Allen Lane on 19th October 2023.

All That She Carried: The Journey of Ashley's Sack, A Black Family Keepsake by Tiya Miles. Published by Profile Books on 13th July 2023.

The Dictionary People: The Unsung Heroes Who Created the Oxford English Dictionary by Sarah Ogilvie. Published by Chatto & Windus on 7th September 2023.

Doppelganger: A Trip Into the Mirror World by Naomi Klein. Published by Allen Lane on 12th September 2023.

Vulture Capitalism: Corporate Crimes, Backdoor Bailouts and the Death of Freedom by Grace Blakeley. Published by Bloomsbury on 14th March 2024.

A Flat Place by Noreen Masud. Published by Hamish Hamilton on 27th April 2023.

Young Queens: Three Renaissance Women and the Price of Power by Leah Redmond Chang. Published by Bloomsbury on 11th May 2023.

So, there's the longlist. There is a good mixture in terms of theme and I'm sure a lot of people will be excited about that. I'm afraid that for me, I'm really not very interested in many of them. I have copies of Eve and Some People Need Killing, so I'll be reading them. I am also interested in Doppelganger and Wifedom but they're both very expensive in all formats at the moment, so I'll see if I can get library copies. However, almost all of the others just aren't speaking to me!

The shortlist will be announced on 27th March and the winner will be announced on 13th June, which is the same date as the winner of the Fiction Prize. So, I imagine the award ceremony will be a very big celebration of women's writing, which is always an exciting event.

What do you think of the longlist? Will you be reading any? Have you read any? Should I pick up any that I don't think I'm interested in? Let me know!

#women's prize for non-fiction #women's prize #longlist #books #bookworm

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Something I've been wondering since a lot of the older cats tend to get cast younger and younger recently - are there any performers you could plausibly see as "real" younger versions of those characters?

Anon, that is actually a super interesting question (and I hope I'm understanding what you're asking for; apologies if I misunderstood - if you are asking whether there are performers who have not played the role but played others and can get away with playing them, honestly I'm not a big proponent of having all super young swings and understudies, and I've spoken at length about that before), but there *are* actually a handful of performers of past (which means that they *were* young when they initially took the role and looked it) and present that I could feasibly see as younger (and by "younger" I mean like more in the 20s) faceclaims or "versions" of my beloved older cats (and that I often will note back too when I'm trying to picture them in my mind).

From what I have heard and seen of them, they also give off more of a younger vibe, either due to the lack of maturity in their voices, or their general dispositions, that I think works well as these characters but younger. Imagine a different bunch of teenagers and gapped teeth babies running around the Junkyard hollering at one another and whining at their parents before *they* became the parents, ahaha.

I can give you some of my favourites to avoid wasting too much space. I can do a Part 2 with Asparagus/Gus, Old D and Grizabella if you're interested:

Skimbleshanks:

Matthew Gould (on his first go around; he aged into it much better the second go - Ross Finnie could technically also take this spot)

Philip Bertioli (and this is a costume thing but his vest always looked too big for him which just amped up the baby vibe)

Giovanni DiGabriele

Hayden Baum (specifically his first go around - that is a baby)

Tyler Keller (who looks *particularly* old photo like in this shot with the filter and expression - slap a black and white or sepia filter over that and tell me that's not an old photograph)

Taylor Scanlan (also *very* baby and *very* pretty*).

(Others for consideration if these don't tickle your fancy: Sandy Rass, Sean McManus, Shaun Henson, Jon-Paul Christensen, Philip Comley, Dann Dunn, Brian O'Muiri, Billy Mahoney, Jarryd Nurden, Park Seong-ryong, Bryan Mottram

Jellylorum:

Catrin Darnell

Susan Powers

Joanna Beck

Lindsay Dyett

Jeanne Montano

Erin James

Annemarie Rosano

(Others: Liz Izen, Louise Tomkins, Bonnie Simmons, Nina Hennessey, Marcy DeGonge, Jennifer Vaden, Thea MacNeil, Lisa-Marie Parker, Carrie Willis, Megan Arseneau, Taila Halford, and Alice Batt. S/O to Pia Douwes who toed the baby line, and nearly all Jellylorums in the Shiki production and a good chunk of the US Tour 5 who are and were - more often than not - quite young and look it)

Jennyanydots:

Stephanie Johns

Lisbeth Brittain

Laura Darkins

Lucinda Shaw

Erica Leigh Hansen

Ellie Nunan

(Others: Mary Trainor, Renée Knapp, Kati Farkas, Jennifer Cohen, Amanda Bay, Laura McCulloch, Melina Charles, Hanny Aden, Alice Redmond, Abigail Dever, Sarah-Marie Maxwell kinda sorta but tbh I think it's the makeup, Eloise Kropp, Maria Briggs - who is like elementary school Jenny -, Emily Jeanne Phillips, Ayumi Kato, and Megan Carton)

#If I'd have to pick ultimate showdown visual favourites it'd be Taylor Scanlan #Erica Leigh and Jeanne or Annemarie so imagine that as a group #Skimbleshanks #Jellylorum #Jennyanydots #jellicles ask because jellicles dare #anonymous #we used to be with it and cool but then what it was changed and IT WILL HAPPEN TO YOU #and what i mean in the previous description is like...some people are young and look young #and are imo not able to pull off convincing me that they are potentially more along the middle aged spectrum #some people are young but they *do* have a more mature look about their face and disposition #and they have a lot easier of a time convincing me that they are middle aged (even if they aren't)#whoever the anon is asking all these neat questions know that i love you and am giving you a present in my mind

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Ranking 2022 Historical Romance Reads

Here’s my ranking for the romance books I’ve read this year. I’ve ranked the books, pairings, heroes and heroines.

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Books:

What I Did For a Duke by Julie Anne Long

Married by Morning by Lisa Kleypas

A Week to be Wicked by Tessa Dare

When the Duke Was Wicked by Lorraine Heath

In Bed With the Devil by Lorraine Heath

Mine Till Midnight by Lisa Kleypas

Love in the Afternoon by Lisa Kleypas

The Sins of Lord Lockwood by Meredith Duran

Heartbreaker by Sarah MacLean

How the Marquess Was Won by Julie Anne Long

Regarding the Duke by Grace Callaway

A Night to Surrender by Tessa Dare

Seduce Me at Sunrise by Lisa Kleypas

Lord Dashwood Missed Out by Tessa Dare

Beyond Scandal and Desire by Lorraine Heath

The Bride Goes Rogue by Joanna Shupe

A Lady By Midnight by Tessa Dare

The Viscount Always Knocks Twice by Grace Callaway

Bound by Your Touch by Meredith Duran

Falling Into Bed With the Duke by Lorraine Heath

The Wild Marquis by Miranda Neville

Between the Devil and Desire by Lorraine Heath

Like No Other Lover by Julie Anne Long

The Lady Gets Lucky by Joanne Shupe

When a Duke Loves a Woman by Lorraine Heath

The Duke Heist by Erica Ridley

The Heiress Hunt by Joanna Shupe

Surrender to the Devil by Lorraine Heath

Bombshell by Sarah Maclean

It Happened One Night by Julie Anne Long

The Legend of Lyon Redmond by Julie Anne Long

The Good Girl’s Guide to Rakes

Brazen and the Beast by Sarah MacLean

When a Girl Loves an Earl by Elisa Braden

Daring and the Duke by Sarah MacLean

The Madness of Viscount Atherbourne by Elisa Braden

Wicked and the Wallflower by Sarah MacLean

Tempt Me at Twilight by Lisa Kleypas

Pairings:

Genevieve/Alexander (What I Did For a Duke)

Catherine/Leo (Married by Morning by Lisa Kleypas)

Minerva/Colin (A Week to be Wicked by Tessa Dare)

Gabriella/Adam (Regarding the Duke by Grace Callaway)

Adelaide/Henry (Heartbreaker by Sarah MacLean)

Grace/Lovingdon (When the Duke Was Wicked by Lorraine Heath)

Amelia/Cam (Mine Till Midnight by Lisa Kleypas)

Catherine/Luke (In Bed With the Devil by Lorraine Heath)

Anna/Liam (The Sins of Lord Lockwood by Meredith Duran)

Susana/Bram (A Night to Surrender by Tessa Dare)

Violet/Richard (The Viscount Always Knocks Twice by Grace Callaway)

Beatrix/Christopher (Love in the Afternoon by Lisa Kleypas)

Olivia/Jack (Between the Devil and Desire by Lorraine Heath)

Lydia/James (Bound by Your Touch by Meredith Duran)

Winifred/Kev (Seduce Me at Sunrise by Lisa Kleypas)

Phoebe/Julian (How the Marquess Was Won by Julie Anne Long)

Nora/Dash (Lord Dashwood Missed Out by Tessa Dare)

Minerva/Ashe (Falling Into Bed With the Duke by Lorraine Heath)

Katherine/Preston (The Bride Goes Rogue by Joanna Shupe)

Aslyn/Mick (Beyond Scandal and Desire by Lorraine Heath)

Chloe/Lawrence (The Duke Heist by Erica Ridley)

Alice/Kit (The Lady Gets Lucky by Joanne Shupe)

Kate/Samuel (A Lady by Midnight by Tessa Dare)

Sesily/Caleb (Bombshell by Sarah MacLean)

Juliana/Cain (The Wild Marquis by Miranda Neville)

Maddie/Harrison (The Heiress Hunt by Joanna Shupe)

Cynthia/Miles (Like No Other Lover by Julie Anne Long)

Tommy/Jonathan (It Happened One Night by Julie Anne Long)

Frannie/Sterling (Surrender to the Devil by Lorraine Heath)

Olivia/Lyon (The Legend of Lyon Redmond by Julie Anne Long)

Gillie/Thorn (When a Duke Loves a Woman by Lorraine Heath)

Celeste/Kieran (The Good Girl’s Guide to Rakes by Eva Leigh)

Viola/James (When a Girl Loves an Earl by Elisa Braden)

Hattie/Whit (Brazen and the Beast by Sarah MacLean)

Victoria/Lucien (The Madness of Viscount Atherbourne by Elisa Braden)

Felicity/Devon (Wicked and the Wallflower by Sarah MacLean)

Grace/Ewan (Daring and the Duke by Sarah MacLean)

Poppy/Harry (Tempt Me at Twilight by Lisa Kleypas)

Heroines:

Genevieve Eversea (What I Did For a Duke by Julie Anne Long)

Catherine Marks (Married by Morning by Lisa Kleypas)

Minerva Highwood (A Week to be Wicked by Tessa Dare)

Adelaide Frampton (Heartbreaker by Sarah MacLean)

Catherine Mabry (In Bed With the Devil by Lorraine Heath)

Anna Devaliant (The Sins of Lord Lockwood by Meredith Duran)

Amelia Hathaway (Mine Till Midnight by Lisa Kleypas)

Beatrix Hathaway (Love in the Afternoon by Lisa Kleypas)

Gabriella Garrity (Regarding the Duke by Grace Callaway)

Grace Mabry (When the Duke Was Wicked by Lorraine Heath)

Violet Kent (The Viscount Always Knocks Twice by Grace Callaway)

Winifred Hathaway (Seduce Me at Sunrise by Lisa Kleypas)

Lydia Boyce (Bound by Your Touch by Meredith Duran)

Minerva Dodger (Falling Into Bed With a Duke by Lorraine Heath)

Katherine Delafield (The Bride Goes Rogue by Joanna Shupe)

Susana Finch (A Night to Surrender by Tessa Dare)

Cynthia Brightly (Like No Other Lover by Julie Anne Long)

Sesily Talbot (Bombshell by Sarah MacLean)

Kate Taylor (A Lady By Midnight by Tessa Dare)

Alice Lusk (The Lady Gets Lucky by Joanne Shupe)

Chloe Wynchester (The Duke Heist by Erica Ridley)

Juliana Merton (The Wild Marquis by Miranda Neville)

Olivia Stanton (In Between the Devil and Desire by Lorraine Heath)

Frannie Darling (Surrender to the Devil by Lorraine Heath)

Aslyn (Beyond Scandal and Desire by Lorraine Heath)

Phoebe Vale (How the Marquess Was Won by Julie Anne Long)

Gillie Trewlove (When a Duke Loves a Woman by Lorraine Heath)

Nora Browning (Lord Dashwood Missed Out by Tessa Dare)

Maddie Webster (The Heiress Hunt by Joanna Shupe)

Tommy de Ballesteros (It Happened One Midnight by Julie Anne Long)

Olivia Eversea (The Legend of Lyon Redmond by Julie Anne Long)

Hattie Sedley (Brazen and the Beast by Sarah MacLean)

Celeste Kilburn (The Good Girl’s Guide to Rakes by Eva Leigh)

Viola Darling (When a Girl Loves an Earl by Elisa Braden)

Felicity Faircloth (Wicked and the Wallflower by Sarah MacLean)

Victoria Lacey (The Madness of Viscount Atherbourne by Elisa Braden)

Grace (Daring and the Duke by Sarah MacLean)

Poppy Hathaway (Tempt Me at Twilight by Lisa Kleypas)

Heroes:

Alexander (What I Did For a Duke by Julie Anne Long)

Leo Hathaway (Married by Morning by Lisa Kleypas)

Colin Sandhurst (A Week to be Wicked by Tessa Dare)

Lovingdon (When the Duke Was Wicked by Lorraine Heath)

Henry Claybourn (Heartbreaker by Sarah MacLean)

Lucian Langdon (In Bed With the Devil by Lorraine Heath)

Adam Garrity (Regarding the Duke by Grace Callaway)

Cam Rohan (Mine Till Midnight by Lisa Kleypas)

Christopher Phelan (Love in the Afternoon by Lisa Kleypas)

Richard Murray (The Viscount Always Knocks Twice by Grace Callaway)

James Sanbourne (Bound by Your Touch by Meredith Duran)

Liam Devaliant (The Sins of Lord Lockwood by Meredith Duran)

Mick Trewlove (Beyond Scandal and Desire by Lorraine Heath)

Dash Travers (Lord Dashwood Missed Out by Tessa Dare)

Kev Merripen (Seduce Me at Sunrise by Lisa Kleypas)

Preston Clarke (The Bride Goes Rogue by Joanna Shupe)

Bram (A Night to Surrender by Tessa Dare)

Kit Ward (The Lady Gets Lucky by Joanne Shupe)

Harrison Archer (The Heiress Hunt by Joanna Shupe)

Jack Dodger (In Between the Devil and Desire by Lorraine Heath)

Caleb Calhoun (Bombshell by Sarah MacLean)

Samuel Thorne (A Lady By Midnight by Tessa Dare)

Miles Redmond (Like No Other Lover by Julie Anne Long)

Lawrence Gosling (The Duke Heist by Erica Ridley)

Cain Godfrey (The Wild Marquis by Miranda Neville)

Sterling Mabry (Surrender to the Devil by Lorraine Heath)

Devon (Wicked and the Wallflower by Sarah MacLean)

Ashe (Falling Into Bed With a Duke by Lorraine Heath)

Thorn (When a Duke Loves a Woman by Lorraine Heath)

Julian Spenser (How the Marquess Was Won by Julie Anne Long)

Kieran Ransom (The Good Girl’s Guide to Rakes by Eva Leigh)

Jonathan Redmond (It Happened One Midnight by Julie Anne Long)

Lyon Redmond (The Legend of Lyon Redmond by Julie Anne Long)

Whit (Brazen and the Beast by Sarah MacLean)

James Kilbrenner (When a Girl Loves an Earl by Elisa Braden)

Ewan (Daring and the Duke by Sarah MacLean)

Lucian Wyatt (The Madness of Viscount Atherbourne by Elisa Braden)

Harry Rutledge (Tempt Me at Twilight by Lisa Kleypas)

#book tag #historical romance

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Ongoing list of characters who will be included in the bracket under the cut—still adding but please ask for any you don't see:

Clive (Rose)

Steward (The End of the World)

Raffalo from Crespellion (The End of the World)

Moxx of Balhoon (The End of the World)

Jabe (The End of the World)

Gwyneth (The Unquiet Dead)

Gabriel Sneed (The Unquiet Dead)

Redpath (The Unquiet Dead)

Toshiko Sato (Aliens of London/World War III)

Indra Ganesh (Aliens of London/World War III)

Diana Goddard (Dalek)

De Maggio (Dalek)

More under the cut!

Cathica (The Long Game)

Suki (The Long Game)

Nurse (The Long Game)

Sarah Clark and Stuart Hoskins (Father’s Day)

Dr. Constantine (The Empty Child/The Doctor Dances)

Nancy (The Empty Child/The Doctor Dances)

Kathy Salt (Boom Town)

Idris Hopper (Boom Town)

Rodrick (Bad Wolf/Parting of the Ways)

Lynda Moss (Bad Wolf/Parting of the Ways)

Unnamed Male Programmer (Bad Wolf/Parting of the Ways)

Unnamed Female Programmer (Bad Wolf/Parting of the Ways)

Danny Llewellyn (The Christmas Invasion)

Major Blake (The Christmas Invasion)

Alex (The Christmas Invasion)

Sally Jacobs (The Christmas Invasion)

Chip (New Earth)

Duke of Manhattan (New Earth)

Clovis (New Earth)

Novice Hame (New Earth)

Captain Reynolds (Tooth and Claw)

Lady Isobel and Sir Robert (Tooth and Claw)

Parsons (School Reunion)

Katherine (The Girl in the Fireplace)

Sally Phelan (The Rise of the Cybermen/Age of Steel)

Rita-Ann Smith (The Rise of the Cybermen/Age of Steel)

Mr. Crane (The Rise of the Cybermen/Age of Steel)

Mrs. Moore (The Rise of the Cybermen/Age of Steel)

The Connellys (The Idiot’s Lantern)

Zachary Cross Flane (The Impossible Planet/The Satan Pit)

Ida Scott (The Impossible Planet/The Satan Pit)

Danny Bartock (The Impossible Planet/The Satan Pit)

Scooti Manista (The Impossible Planet/The Satan Pit)

Ursula Blake (Love and Monsters)

Bliss (Love and Monsters)

Bridget (Love and Monsters)

Mr. Skinner (Love and Monsters)

Trish Webber (Fear Her)

Yvonne Hartman (Army of Ghosts/Doomsday)

Dr. Rajesh Singh (Army of Ghosts/Doomsday)

Adeola (Army of Ghosts/Doomsday)

Gareth (Army of Ghosts/Doomsday)

Nerys (The Runaway Bride)

Julia Swales (Smith and Jones)

Mr. Stoker (Smith and Jones)

Oliver Morgenstern (Smith and Jones)

Dolly Bailey (The Shakespeare Code)

Milo and Cheen (Gridlock)

Pale Woman (Gridlock)

Thomas Kincade Brannigan and Valerie (Gridlock)

Businessman (Gridlock)

Alice and May Cassini (Gridlock)

Tallulah (Daleks in Manhattan/Evolution of the Daleks)

Frank (Daleks in Manhattan/Evolution of the Daleks)

Solomon (Daleks in Manhattan/Evolution of the Daleks)

Sylvia Thaw (The Lazarus Experiment)

Jenny (Human Nature/The Family of Blood)

Tim Latimer (Human Nature/The Family of Blood)

Kath McDonnell (42)

Billy Shipton (Blink)

Kathy Nightingale (Blink)

Chantho (Utopia)

Professor Docherty (The Sound of Drums/The Last of the Time Lords)

Vivien Rook (The Sound of Drums)

Albert Dumphries (The Sound of Drums)

Thomas Milligan (The Last of the Time Lords)

Mr. Copper (Voyage of the Damned)

Morvin and Foon (Voyage of the Damned)

Bannakaffalatta (Voyage of the Damned)

Alonso Frane (Voyage of the Damned)

Penny Carter (Partners in Crime)

Caecilius (Fires of Pompeii)

Evelina (Fires of Pompeii)

Metella (Fires of Pompeii)

Quintus (Fires of Pompeii)

Soothsayer (Fires of Pompeii)

Ryder (Planet of the Ood)

Solana Mercurio (Planet of the Ood)

Ross Jenkins (The Sontaran Stratagem/The Poison Sky)

Cline (The Doctor’s Daughter)

Hath Peck (The Doctor’s Daughter)

Lady Eddison (The Unicorn and the Wasp)

Miss Chandrakala (The Unicorn and the Wasp)

Roger Curbishley (The Unicorn and the Wasp)

Hugh Curbishley (The Unicorn and the Wasp)

Robina Redmond (The Unicorn and the Wasp)

Miss Evangelista (Silence in the Library/Forest of the Dead)

Other Dave (Silence in the Library/Forest of the Dead)

Proper Dave (Silence in the Library/Forest of the Dead)

Anita (Silence in the Library/Forest of the Dead)

Strackman Lux (Silence in the Library/Forest of the Dead)

Lee McAvoy (Silence in the Library/Forest of the Dead)

Dee Dee Blasco (Midnight)

Professor Hobbes (Midnight)

Val, Biff, and Jethro Cane (Midnight)

Unnamed Hostess (Midnight)

Rocco Colasanto (Turn Left)

Jival Chowdry (Turn Left)

The Shadow Architect (The Stolen Earth)

The German Woman (The Stolen Earth)

Rosita Farisi (The Next Doctor)

Malcolm Taylor (Planet of the Dead)

Capt. Erisa Magambo (Planet of the Dead)

Barclay (Planet of the Dead)

DI McMillan (Planet of the Dead)

Lou and Carmen (Planet of the Dead)

Nathan (Planet of the Dead)

Angela Whittaker (Planet of the Dead)

Yuri Kerenski (The Waters of Mars)

Mia Bennett (The Waters of Mars)

Steffi Ehrlich (The Waters of Mars)

Roman Groom (The Waters of Mars)

Ed Gold (The Waters of Mars)

Maggie Cain (The Waters of Mars)

Tarak Ital (The Waters of Mars)

Joshua and Abigail Naismith (The End of Time)

Minnie Hooper (The End of Time)

Addams and Rossiter of Vinvocci (The End of Time)

Jeff (The Eleventh Hour)

Dr. Ramsden (The Eleventh Hour)

Lilian Breen (Victory of the Daleks)

Edwin Bracewell (Victory of the Daleks)

Guido (The Vampires of Venice)

Isabella (The Vampires of Venice)

Nasreen Chaudhry (The Hungry Earth/Cold Blood)

Ambrose Northover (The Hungry Earth/Cold Blood)

Sophie Benson (The Lodger)

The Unnamed Curator (Vincent and the Doctor)

Aunt Sharon (The Big Bang)

Amy’s parents (The Big Bang/The Pandorica Opens)

Dorium Maldovar (The Pandoria Opens)

Canton Everett Delaware III (The Impossible Astronaut/Day of the Moon)

Jennifer (The Rebel Flesh/The Almost People)

Lorna Bucket (A Good Man Goes To War)

Alex (Night Terrors)

Auntie and Uncle (The Doctor’s Wife)

Rita (The God Complex)

Howie Spragg (The God Complex)

Joe Buchanan (The God Complex)

Gibbis (The God Complex)

Cassandra (Asylum of the Daleks)

Harvey (Asylum of the Daleks)

Brian Williams (Dinosaurs on a Spaceship)

John Riddell (Dinosaurs on a Spaceship)

Indira (Dinosaurs on a Spaceship)

Ellie and Dave Oswald (Rings of Akhaten)

Onegin (Cold War)

Stepashin (Cold War)

Grisenko (Cold War)

Hila Tacorien (Hide)

Professor Alec Palmer (Hide)

Emma Grayling (Hide)

The Van Baalen brothers (Journey to the Center of the TARDIS)

Ada Gillyflower (The Crimson Horror)

Porridge (Nightmare in Silver)

Alice Ferrin (Nightmare in Silver)

Missy (Nightmare in Silver)

Handles (Time of the Doctor)

Tasha Lem (Time of the Doctor)

Clara’s Gran (Time of the Doctor)

Linda (Time of the Doctor)

Abramal and Marta (Time of the Doctor)

Journey Blue (Into the Dalek)

Gretchen Allison Carlisle (Into the Dalek)

Orson Pink (Listen)

Psi (Time Heist)

Sabra (Time Heist)

Adrian (The Caretaker)

Captain Lundvik (Kill the Moon)

Perkins (Mummy on the Orient Ecpress)

Rigsy (Flatline)

Seb (Death in Heaven/Dark Water)

Shona (Last Christmas)

Albert Smithe (Last Christmas)

Fiona Bellows (Last Christmas)

Ashley Carter (Last Christmas)

Jac (The Magician’s Apprentice)

O'Donnell (Under the Lake/Before the Flood)

Cass (Under the Lake/Before the Flood)

Lunn (Under the Lake/Before the Flood)

Bennett (Under the Lake/Before the Flood)

Lofty (The Girl who Died)

Walsh (The Zygon Invasion)

Anahson (Face the Raven)

The General (Hell Bent)

Ohila (Hell Bent)

Moira (The Pilot)

Heather (the Pilot)

Felicity (Knock Knock)

Paul (Knock Knock)

Harry (Knock Knock)

Pavel (Knock Knock)

Shireen (Knock Knock)

Dahh-Ren (Oxygen)

Abby (Oxygen)

Ivan (Oxygen)

Penny (Extremis)

Erica (the pyramid at the end of the world)

Colonel Babbit (pyramid)

Kar (The Eaters of Light)

Lucius, Simon, and Thracius (The Eaters of Light)

The Captain (Twice Upon a Time)

Karl (The Woman Who Fell to Earth)

Angstrom (The Ghost Monument)

Epzo (The Ghost Monument)

Jade McIntyre (Arachnids in the UK)

Astos (The Tsuranga Conundrum)

Mabli (The Tsuranga Conundrum)

Eve Cicero (The Tsuranga Conundrum)

Yoss Inkl (The Tsuranga Conundrum)

Prem (Demons of the Punjab)

Kira Arlo (kerblam)

Dan Cooper (kerblam)

Willa Twiston (the witchfinders)

Ribbons (it takes you away)

Andinio and Delph (The Battle of Ranskoor Av Kolos)

Lee Clayton (fugitive of the judoon)

Jamila and Gabriela (Praxeus)

Jake Willis and Adam Lang (Praxeus)

Tibo (Can You Hear Me?)

Shaw (Village of the Angels)

Professor Jericho (Village of the Angels)

Gerald and Jean (Village of the Angels)

Sarah (Eve of the Daleks)

Nick (Eve of the Daleks)

Ying Ki (Legend of the Sea Devils)

Ji-Hun (Sea Devils)

#dw polls

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salmon-maguro-chara · 2 years

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COUNT KARMA HO1　Alice Redmond HO3　Leon Herschel ロスト

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junkyard-gifs · 4 years

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You’re laughing. Bill Bailey fell on his butt trying to copy your cartwheels and you’re laughing. :(

Will Lucas as Bill Bailey, Dawn Williams as Jemima, Alice Redmond as Jennyanydots, and Clare Rickard as Jellylorum; UK tour 2013.

#2013 uk tour #s: song of the jellicles #c: tumblebrutus #c: jemima #c: jellylorum #c: jennyanydots #jemimaxtumblebrutus #jennyanydotsxtumblebrutus #jellylorumxtumblebrutus #will lucas #dawn williams #alice redmond #clare rickard

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love-little-lotte · 7 years

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Grizabella Appreciation Post

“All alone with the memory, of my days in the sun”

Okay, so not all of us are big fans of Cats. But you can’t deny that its showstopper song, Memory, is one of the greatest female solos in musical theatre. It’s been covered by famous artists, including Barbra Streisand. So, here is an appreciation post dedicated to actresses who played Grizabella.

Alice Redmond

Anastasia Lange

Angelika Milster

Anita Louise Combe

Antje Monteiro

Betty Buckley

Bev Harrell

Beverley Knight

Carol Nielsson

Chimene Badi

Chrissie Hammond

Cornelia Drese

Debra Byrne

Delia Hannah

Delta Goodrem

Dianne Pilkington

Elaine Paige

Erin Cornell

Gay Marshall

Giulia Ottonello

Hilde Norga

Jane McDonald

Jessica Hendy

Joanna Ampil

Judi Dench

Kathryn Holtkamp

Kelli Provart

Kerry Ellis

Laurie Beechman

Lea Salonga

Leona Lewis

Lila Deneken

Linda Balgord

Liz Callaway

Loni Ackerman

Ma-Anne Dionisio

Madalena Alberto

Mamie Parris

Maria del Sol

Marianne Benedict

Marti Webb

Masha Karell

Melissa Grohowski

Natalia Sosa

Nicole Scherzinger

Paula Lima

Pernilla Wahlgren

Pia Douwes

Prisca Demarez

Rocio Banquells

Rosemarie Ford

Ruth Jacott

Sonia Swaby

Sophia Ragavelas

Stephanie Lawrence

Susan McFadden

Tricia Tanguy

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lanaturnerhascollapsed · 5 years

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Picture Play, March 1938

#alice faye #magazine: picture play #year: 1938 #decade: 1930s #type: illustrations #artist: a. redmond #pp vol. 48 no. 1

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thatanimewriter · 2 years

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REQUESTING RULES + CHARACTER LIST

➳ i don’t do smut, but i’ll allow suggestive themes ➳ no more than eight (8) characters per ask ➳ no yandere characters or reader ➳ no abo fics ➳ i won’t be doing match-ups ➳ no crossover fics ➳ please specify if it’s a reader insert or general headcanons ➳ no limit to how many asks, you’re welcome to dump :))

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REQUESTS: 20/20 character list is under the cut

𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐊𝐔𝐆𝐄𝐊𝐈 𝐍𝐎 𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐀 (𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺)

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𝐍𝐎 𝐆𝐀𝐌𝐄 𝐍𝐎 𝐋𝐈𝐅𝐄 (𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺)

sora shiro (platonic or paternal only) riku dola schwi dola (platonic or paternal only)

𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐀𝐍 𝐊𝐎𝐔𝐊𝐎𝐔 𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐓 𝐂𝐋𝐔𝐁 (𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺)

suoh tamaki ootori kyoya fujioka haruhi morinozuka takashi (mori) haninozuka mitsukuni (honey) hitachiin kaoru hitachiin hikaru

𝐀𝐊𝐀𝐌𝐄 𝐆𝐀 𝐊𝐈𝐋𝐋 (𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺)

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𝐑𝐖𝐁𝐘 (𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺)

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𝐊𝐔𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐉𝐈 (𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘢 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺)

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𝐅𝐑𝐄𝐄 (𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺)

nanase haruka tachibana makoto hazuki nagisa ryugazaki rei matsuoka rin yamazaki sousuke nitori aiichiro shiina asahi shigino kisumi kirishima ikuya kirishima natsuya serizawa nao toono hiyori

𝐁𝐎𝐊𝐔 𝐍𝐎 𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐎 𝐀𝐂𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐌𝐈𝐀 (𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘢 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺)

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𝐀𝐍𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐒𝐔 𝐊𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐓𝐒𝐔

shiota nagisa akabane karma horibe itona karasuma tadaomi

𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐃𝐄 (𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺)

decim chiyuki nona ginti

𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐄 𝐄𝐌𝐁𝐋𝐄𝐌: 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐄 𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐄𝐒 (𝘥𝘭𝘤 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘭𝘶𝘥𝘦𝘥)

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𝐀𝐑𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐄

vi jinx silco ekko caitlyn viktor vander mylo

𝐏𝐎𝐊𝐄𝐌𝐎𝐍 𝐒𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐄𝐓 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐕𝐈𝐎𝐋𝐄𝐓 (𝘣𝘦 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘪 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘱𝘰𝘬𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘯 𝘱𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘨𝘢𝘮𝘦)

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𝐇𝐎𝐍𝐊𝐀𝐈: 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑 𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐋 (𝘶𝘱 𝘵𝘰 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯 2.2)

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𝐉𝐔𝐉𝐔𝐓𝐒𝐔 𝐊𝐀𝐈𝐒𝐄𝐍 (𝘶𝘱 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘰𝘯 1)

itadori yuuji fushiguro megumi kugisaki nobara inumaki toge zen’in maki gojo satoru ryomen sukuna nanami kento

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