Beautifully surreal art by the insanely talented Jeff Simpson.
RAUL ESPARZA SINGING HALLELUJAH
I originally listened to this for a Hannibal prompt fill, and oh my actual God, Raul’s voice is fucking fantastic and I am actually unable to breathe, I’m hyperventilating into my coffee at college. This is fantastic, this is fucking fantastic.
You meet instead a funny, self-deprecating man who arrives in jeans and an old sweater and kicks off his shoes. He starts out a little fast and nervous; joking about his star dressing room; saying that in Cincinnati, where he won raves for this production earlier this year, his character wore Hugo Boss and here he wears Armani, not that he can see the difference. He talks about those windows to the actor’s heart, the photos on the makeup mirror. That’s the grandmother who raised him; that’s Michele, whom he married at 23, on their honeymoon.
But he gets to the stuff that’s been tearing him up, the stuff that most leading men would never discuss, pretty early, almost as if he wants to make a public statement. He’s been reading a book that suggests sitting quietly for 10 minutes a day and just seeing what feelings come up, he says, and “basically, there’s a lot of sadness underneath, sadness and anxiety.” (NY Times, 2006)
this is the only sassy reaction gif anyone will ever need
Why from Tick, Tick…Boom! pretty much defines a moment that I experienced, of standing there and going ‘I’m going to do this and it doesn’t matter what else I think I should do, and it doesn’t matter if I fail.’
phil coulson + refusing to wear proper protective gear when going into dangerous situations