‘Yes Tom Riddle was indeed in a New York City orphanage for a while at the same time as Stuart Little. I’ve known this since 1945.’ - JK Rowling, December 2018.
What I think is totally awesome is that Daniel Craig said that the Queen was supposed to look up straight away, but she improvised the letter writing and completely blanked him, so the awkward standing there was completely realisitic. The Queen ignored James Bond because she was ACTING.
She ain’t called the Queen for nothing, kids.
I remember watching this live and thinking, ‘that’s not the Queen, no way.’ Then she turned around and HOLY FUCK! THAT’S THE ACTUAL QUEEN!
And that’s why the 2012 Opening Ceremony will forever be my favourite.
My favourite thing is that you can tell Craig is, underneath the stoic Bondness, going EEEEE EEEEEE EEEEEE I AM ACTING WITH THE QUEEN EEEEEE I AM BEING BOND WITH THE ACTUAL FUCKING QUEEN NO OTHER BONDS GOT TO DO THIS EEEEE.
I feel this is also a realistic feeling for Bond in this moment so really excellent method Mr Craig.
Also, she made them change the helicopter they were going to use because she knew it was the wrong type of helicopter.
ALSO they brought her the script for approval and she was all “Cool, can I play me?” and they were all “Um…yes?” because originally they were going to cast for the part.
*cackling for Reasons*
The Queen was not a Bond Girl. Bond was a Queen’s Boy.
Reblogging yet again because this little movie was so good.
Y’know I reblogged this a bit ago and was saved from financial probation and getting kicked out of school because of it, just mere months from graduation. Got a call from the financial aid advisor telling me that they made a mistake with filing my account (or some other sort of clerical error) and said that, basically, they owe me money. Welp.
Last time I reblogged the money cat, I won two $100 gift cards at work.
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I got my first ever raise last time I reblogged this!
They had not drawn the curtains; he saw them quite clearly in their little sitting room, the tall black-haired man in his glasses, making puffs of colored smoke erupt from his wand for the amusement of the small black-haired boy in his blue pajamas. The child was laughing and trying to catch the smoke, to grab it in his small fist … A door opened and the mother entered, saying words he cold not hear, her long dark-red hair falling over her face. Now the father scooped up the son and handed him to the mother. He threw his wand down upon the sofa and stretched, yawning… The gate creaked a little as he pushed it open, but James Potter did not hear. His white hand pulled out the wand beneath his cloak and pointed it at the door, which burst open… He was over the threshold when suddenly a giant stag came galloping into the hall. ‘What the fuck!’ yelled Voldemort as the majestic beast charged at him, headbutting his balls. Voldemort fell to the floor in agony, bleeding profusely and crying from embarrassment. Lily Potter laughed and shooed him outside with a broom. The shame was too much. He would never return to this place again.
