this is the face of a girl who is SOOOOO EXCITED ABOUT THE NEW FANTASY HIGH EPISODE TODAY!!!!
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‘Prima Facie’ Starring Jodie Comer Sets Broadway Opening Date, Venue – Deadline
‘Prima Facie’ Starring Jodie Comer Sets Broadway Opening Date, Venue – Deadline
Prima Facie, the new Suzie Miller play starring Killing Eve‘s Jodie Comer, will begin Broadway previews on Tuesday, April 11, 2023, at the Golden Theatre, with an opening night set for Sunday, April 23.
As previously announced, Justin Martin will directed Comer in the U.S. premiere (and her Broadway debut) of the hit West End play, with Empire Street Productions producing.
“I cannot wait to…
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Jodie Comer | attending a special screening of "National Theatre Live: Prima Facie" September 8, 2024
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spy had a long string of accidents leading up to his departure. coming home bruised and bleeding, or with police lights on his tail. men showing up at the house at night. maybe scout's ma sees spy teaching her boys what to do if they think they're being followed and something just breaks in her heart a little bit
spy's flaky, and dangerous, and as much as he seems to try he's still the man she sits at home next to the phone worried sick over when he mysteriously disappears every few weeks. one time he vanishes for three months--three--a few days after the birth of his son, his son, and when he has the nerve to show up at three AM begging for forgiveness (and waking up all her boys while he's at it), she snaps. there's an ultimatum: give up the job, or leave, because she loves spy to death but she ain't gonna lose her children for him. spy tells her it's all he knows how to do.
she tells him she loves him, more than anyone else she's ever loved. she just can't trust him
when the sun rises the next morning spy is gone and it's almost like he was never there at all, and she supposes he made his choice, didn't he. selfishly she imagines him crawling back in a few weeks, tail tucked between his legs, apologizing profusely--i thought i could make it without you but I couldn't, and I'm sorry, and I just want to live with you and be with you and grow the fuck up and
but he never does. obviously he never does, and it's probably for the best, and it crushes her. and she knows it's probably not true, but she can't help but think that maybe it was like she always feared; disposable, fleeting, nothing. she has no way of knowing that spy is spending every day in bunkers and ballrooms thinking about her and regretting leaving, or maybe regretting her in the first place--for letting his guard down, for getting attached like he swore he never would. it was the best thing he's ever done but now he gets to know he'll never have it again. and, really, the worst part of it all is he knows he probably could, if he set aside some of his pride and gave up on the unforgiving work that leaves him less fulfilled every day anyway, but he also knows he won’t. he just won’t, and there’s a thousand reasons, but it’s impossible to put into words and at the end of the day he knows the only thing that’s stopping him is just himself.
he’s horrible. they both know he’s horrible and they both wish so desperately he could change that—that he was willing to change that.
and when he starts work at a backwater mercenary company in the worst part of the united states for—well, even he isn’t really sure, but he sees scout for the first time and suddenly he knows. it’s just so obvious.
and suddenly, he is entirely unwilling to distance himself any further from what very well may be his last chance for redemption—so he doesn’t run, which surprises even himself, after so long. but the more he desperately looks inside for anything whatsoever the more he realizes he is entirely unwilling to approach the man that, more obvious by the way, he left of his own volition a little over two decades ago.
he knows this strange limbo, this block of figurative amber, can’t last forever. he hopes.
so he waits. and he waits. and he waits.
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bitch im the captain now, call me na’vi-gator
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just decided to paint my face blue today. no reason but it was fun hellloooo
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I thought I wouldn't have time to make a costume for Halloween this year, but turns out I can just closet-cosplay my fav dude!!! Now I just need the hat and the cigarillo
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