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borntolead · 2 months
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they're in love with each other
📹: @lasagnatrades
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multifandom-aroace · 28 days
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I am obsessed with operation mincemeat so I'm going to list my favourite songs/ moments
All of the harmonies/ overlapping voices because there are only five people singing it doesn't get too confusing and sounds amazing
It's actually funny
All the songs are good - there are lots of musicals that there are a few songs that I really like but the rest I don't. For this one, I love every single song
Jean - every single time she sings I am in awe
The songs are so catchy
DEAR BILL
'penny for me governor?' 'what century are you in?' 'YAYYYY'
Monty in the glitzy finale
The way they changed between scenes in just for tonight - SO SMOOTH
My absolute favourite songs (I love all of them though) - born to lead, God that's brilliant, all the ladies, making a man, DEAR BILL, just for tonight, das ubermensch, act as if, glitzy finale
THIS MUSICAL IS SO AMAZING OMG
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lesmiserabelles · 2 years
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southwark playhouse - 15 january 2022, evening
David Cumming (Charles Cholmondeley and others), Claire-Marie Hall (Jean Leslie and others), Natasha Hodgson (Ewen Montagu and others), Jak Malone (Hester Leggett and others), Zoe Roberts (Johnny Bevan and others).
presenting the old operation mincemeat act 1 finale, for interested parties...
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a-state-of-bliss · 8 months
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Marie Claire UK 1994 - Kate, Bridget, Christy & Naomi by Patrick Demarchelier
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thegirl20 · 3 months
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Colin Firth finally went to see Operation Mincemeat 🥹
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montlie · 2 months
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6 Nominations for Operation Mincemeat at the Olivier Awards 2024!!!
1- Big Night at Musicals
2- Matt Crockett
3-6 @callmelasagna
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newestcool · 1 year
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Bridget Hall, Nina Brosh, Jaime Rishar, Karen Ferrari, Angie Hsu and Chandra North for Marie Claire US September 1995 ''Legends of the Fall'' Photographer Peter Lindbergh Fashion Editor/Stylist Sciascia Gambaccini Makeup Artist Dick Page Hair Stylist Odile Gilbert Newest Cool on Instagram
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burned-out-conduit · 4 months
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Sewing machine out
CD on
Iron at the ready
Today's going to be a good day!
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plantagenetsun · 2 years
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It is a sad fate for a woman that displeases a Tudor. ✧
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athenepromachos · 2 years
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Mama
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Papa
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And me
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Wolf Hall meets Becoming Elizabeth 👑👑🌹
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ulrichgebert · 1 year
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Das ganz hinreißende neue 5-Personen-in-sämtlichen-Rollen-Musical Operation Mincemeat, das sich die Mitwirkenden auf den Leib geschrieben haben, bietet natürlich nicht zu knapp ständigen-Rollenwechsel-Klamauk, ist aber ein voll funktionsfähiges Musical und enthielt überraschenderweise auch das rührendste Lied des gesamten Auftenthalts, ist überhaupt größer, als es tut und hat enormes Potential, eine Kulteinrichtung zu werden. Unterstützen Sie sie darin bitte. Es auch das einzige von den Musicals, das wir besuchten, das britisch und patriotisch ist. Trotz Leichenfledderei!
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borntolead · 2 months
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OPERATION MINCEMEAT | ORIGINAL CAST RECORDING »[3/4]
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duchessofferia · 10 months
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YOU TURN ME INTO NOTHING, WOE UPON YOU
The Mirror and the Light, Hilary Mantel / Ana Torrent in The Other Boleyn Girl / Wolf Hall, Hilary Mantel / memorial for Catherine of Aragon’s children at Hampton Court / Henry VIII, William Shakespeare / Love Slowly Kills, borda / Catherine of Aragon: Infanta of Spain, Queen of England, Theresa Earenfight / Houses of Power, Simon Thursley / Portraith with a serpent, X-Ray , unknown painter / Henry VIlI and Anne Boleyn's initials, King's College Chapel, Cambridge / Catherine of Aragon: Infanta of Spain, Queen of England, Theresa Earenfight / 29 January 1536 – Anne Boleyn “Miscarried of her Saviour”, Claire Ridgeway / Natalie Dormer in The Tudors / The Mirror and the Light, Hilary Mantel / Postcard, Amazon Quarterly / Roman Marble Relief of the Three Graces, circa 2nd Century A.D. / Catherine of Aragon: Infanta of Spain, Queen of England, Theresa Earenfight / Poster for Mother!, James Jean / The Mirror and the Light, Hilary Mantel / Unfinished portrait of Jane Seymour, after Hans Holbein the younger / This Is Not The Portrait Of Jane Seymour, Edoardo de Falchi / The Mirror and the Light, Hilary Mantel / Emma D’Arcy, House of the Dragon / The Mirror and the Light, Hilary Mantel / Henry VIII’s vault, A.Y. Nutt / The Mirror and the Light, Hilary Mantel / Saiorse Ronan in Mary, Queen of Scots / 1782 depiction of Katherine Parr’s lead coffin, unknown / The Mirror and the Light, Hilary Mantel / a piece of hair cut from the head of Katherine Parr, collection of Sudeley Castle / a piece of Katherine Parr’s burial gown, collection of Sudeley Castle / The Mirror and the Light, Hilary Mantel
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lesmiserabelles · 2 years
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operation mincemeat / riverside studios - 7 may 2022, evening
Seán Carey (t/r Charles Cholmondeley and others), Claire-Marie Hall (Jean Leslie and others), Natasha Hodgson (Ewen Montagu and others), Jak Malone (Hester Leggett and others), Zoe Roberts (Johnny Bevan and others)
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coryosbaby · 4 months
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Enoch O’Connor x angel! Reader <3
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“Enoch! Give it back!”
Your citrine voice echoes throughout Miss Peregrine’s Orphanage as you chase the dark haired boy down. In his hands is your favorite doll, cracked but still beautiful, one Enoch had brought to life for you in the wee hours of the night many (of the same) days ago. He stomps angrily through the house, his jaw clenched, large back muscles flexing. Ignoring the squirming of the doll— aka, Mary— and her annoyed kicks, he tears open the door of his room and slams it right in your face.
How rude he is! All you had wanted to do was have tea with him and show him your new book. He had snapped at you, snarkily said something about “the both of you being too old for tea parties” and that he had more important things to do then do something so childish. You had snapped back, hurt from his words, and he had stolen Mary from you.
You don’t understand how he can be so cruel. His mood changes like the seasons— one minute he’s got a small smile on his usually dull face as he listens to you speak, making you toys that live and breathe. And then the next, it’s like you’re satan spawn.
You rest your back against his bedroom door, pouting. Tears begin to well in your eyes. You just wanted to show him your new book.
It isn’t long before you’re wiping your face and strolling towards Claire’s room. She lets you rant about your book without fuss, fascinated by all the tales that you had enamored yourself with. She also cheers you up about Enoch.
“He’s just in one of his moods,” she explained. A frown had formed on both of her faces, even when the one on the back of her head was gnawing on a chocolate chip cookie. “You know how he can get. He’ll cheer up and apologize, like he always does. Besides, he knows how important Mary is to you. He’ll give her back, I’m sure of it.”
You wonder how a child so young can be so intelligent about such things. But you guess that’s what happens when you relive the same day over and over for fifty years. You learn things, and in a way, still grow mentally.
After your talk with Claire, you feel better. You bid her goodbye, say hi to Emma as you pass her, and wander down the halls barefoot in your flowing pink dress. You make your way to the library for a new book to read.
To your distaste, Enoch is sitting at the couch when you walk through the door. You let out a little “hhm” sound, stomping angrily to the shelves. He’s got his head in a textbook about anatomy and looks up from it at the sound of your voice. He scoffs, then looks back down at it again.
Your fingers skim over book titles, some pretty and dainty, some horrific and covered in fine, dark print. You decide to pick a book by William Shakespeare— A Midsummer Night’s Dream. You scratch your feathered wings, beginning to read the book as you make your way back out of the room.
You pause at the door when Enoch’s voice makes way through your thoughts.
“You’ve read that one,” he murmurs, as his eyes scan over you.
You waver, hand staying on the doorknob.
“I didn’t know you remembered that.” you reply. You had read it years ago. Or, what you presume to be years ago. If you can even count time here.
“You recited it to me.” he shrugs, taking a glance over at your wings. They always fascinate him, even after all of this time.
“I know what I did, Enoch,” you retort, not having much logic in your sentence. But when do you ever? “Don’t tell me what I’ve done. You don’t have a right.”
“What sense does that make?” He questions snarkily, but you’re already out the door.
Dinner goes without much fuss. Miss Peregrine looks at the two of you questionably, wondering why you didnt take your usual seat beside Enoch, but doesn’t mention it out loud. After the reset you head back to your room and immerse yourself in A Midsummer Night’s Dream. Your lace nightgown drapes down your body in silky waves.
Your shoulders are tensed, your feet tapping nervously. You’re used to Mary’s porcelain feet dancing across the hardwood floors, her tiny giggles as she looks at herself in the mirror. Usually at this time of night, you and the doll will lay awake in the dark, huddled under your ruffled pink comforter, and whisper to each other. It’s the only way you can go to sleep— Enoch had made her to help with your nightmares, after all. Your nightmares of children with no heads, monsters that pluck out children’s eyes in their sleep. Your nightmares of losing the people you love.
How could he be so cruel?
That anger flares up again. With a forceful hand, you slam the book down onto your desk and stalk across the hallway. Your knuckles rap against Enoch’s door ferociously, and when he finally opens it you force your way into his room with curses spilling off of your tongue.
“I don’t understand, Enoch!” Your wings seem to glow a dusty red hue from your rage. “I’m nothing but nice to you! I help you with your experiments, I try to be your friend, but at this point I don’t know if anyone could ever..“
You stop dead in your tracks. Enoch’s eyes dart to his work table, as if he was caught doing something he wasn’t supposed to. You look across to it.
There, sitting happily, all fixed up, is Mary.
She has a smile on her painted face, and a new dress adorning her. Shes cleaned, polished, and almost looks brand new. All the cracks that were once on her porcelain skin have vanished.
“[y/n]!” The doll giggles excitedly, saying your name in words only you can hear. “Look what Enoch made for me! Isn’t it pretty?”
You gape as Mary happily twirls in her dress. Enoch clears his throat.
“She was filthy,” he mutters. “You should really start cleaning your things. It tracks dirt and grass all over the house.”
Turning to him, your stomach racks with guilt.
“You fixed her for me?”
He shrugs, avoiding your gaze, acting nonchalant.
“I’ve been meaning to for a while. It was quite annoying, watching her face caked with dirt everyday. And her dress was practically torn to shreds.”
You pick Mary up from the table, holding her in the palms of your hands. You press a kiss to her hair. The doll yawns.
“I’m tired,” she mumbles. “Can’t we sleep now?”
“In a moment,” you reply. “Why don’t you go to my room and wait up for me?”
She looks between you and Enoch, does that off putting giggle that would make anyone else uncomfortable, but not you. She hops down from your fingertips, and skips away to your room across the hall.
You hear Enoch’s bedroom door close behind you once she’s gone, and jump. The familiar raven haired boy brushes past you, taking a seat in his chair. His curls fall into his face, and usually you would move them away while he silently grumbled at you not to touch them. But right now, it’s different. You rock on the balls of your feet as silence fills the dark space.
“Enoch—“ you start, but the boy picks up a scalpel and throws one of his toys onto the table.
“I need the jar of hearts on the third shelf.”
It’s all he says, and you know that this is his way of saying he’s sorry. It’s an odd way, but it’s a way you’ve picked up on continuously. The boy doesn’t have the mouth to utter an apology, so he just brings things back to normal instead.
You scamper over to the shelves, picking out the jar he wanted, and sit it down beside him. A small smile grazes your lips, and you sit on the chair that he had put there just for you. He works silently, and his bottom lip pulls in between his teeth. You think it’s quite enamoring— sort of like your books.
Your mouth can’t seem to contain itself, and within minutes you’re speaking up again.
“Thank you,” you say. “I’m sorry. I should’ve—“
“It’s my fault,” he replies. “I…I shouldn’t have came off so brash.”
Without thinking, your hand brushes up against his.
“It’s alright,” you explain. “I forgive you, even though you haven’t said you’re sorry. But I know you are.”
He pauses. He can’t help but trail his eyes down to where your hands meet. You smile up at him, and he adjusts in his seat.
You kiss him.
You don’t know why you do, exactly. Maybe it’s the way he’s looking at you, like you’re something special. But your lips meet, and it’s sweet. Innocent, really— a small peck. His eyes are wide when you pull away from him.
“What was that?” He asks.
Your wings turn baby pink, and a grin spreads across your face.
“I just felt like it.”
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thegirl20 · 3 months
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