I seem to have come to (very nearly) the end of my Kristin Scott Thomas deep dive. There are almost no more things to watch. BUT I have copied her filmography here with some colour-coding and star ratings, so that fellow fans might learn from me and maybe even be able to help me fill in some of the gaps.
I have colour-coded the list. Purple means I own this in a shareable format. If you are a fellow fan desperately seeking it, hmu. I may be able to help you. I only ask that if you possess one of the red items - things I have not seen and don't have - you help me out. I know some of that early stuff might be lost to time, but I am hopeful. Green are things that I saw through streaming/renting, orange not yet seen but on their way to me, and blue means it's on youtube. If you can't find them I linked them in this epic bluesky thread where I also give each viewing a short little verdict.
Also, I apologise if this list makes your eye twitch. I know there is some text that is black when it should all be coloured. For some reason, no matter how many times I save it, the colour/bold won't stick to all the text.
Slow Horses (2022-) āāāāā
My Mother's Wedding (2023) āāāā
Two Tickets to Greece (2022) āāā½
Rebecca (2020) āāā½
Final Set (2020) āā
Alan Bennett's Talking Heads (2020) āāāā
Military Wives (2019) āāāā
Fleabag (2016) āāāā
One Red Nose and a Wedding (2019) āā
In Her Hands (2018) āāā½
Tomb Raider (2018) āā
Darkest Hour (2017) āāāā
Brexit Shorts: Time to Leave (2017) āāā
The Party (2017) āāā ā
Suite FranƧaise (2014) āāāā
My Old Lady (2014) āāā½
The Invisible Woman (2013) āā½
Avant l'hiver/Before the Winter Chill (2013) āāāā
Only God Forgives (2013) ā½
In the House (2012) āāāā½
Looking for Hortense (2012) āāā
Bel Ami (2012) ā½
The Woman in the Fifth (2011) āāā½
Salmon Fishing in the Yemen (2011) āāāā
In Your Hands (2010) āāāā½
Sarah's Key (2010) āāāā½
Love Crime (2010) ā½
Nowhere Boy (2009) āāā½
Leaving (2009) āāāā
Confessions of a Shopaholic (2009) āā½
The Heir Apparent: Largo Winch (2008) āā½
Easy Virtue (2008) āāāāā
2 Alone in Paris (2008)
The Other Boleyn Girl (2008) āāā
I've Loved You So Long (2008)āāāāā
The Golden Compass (2007) āā½
The Walker (2007) āā½
Tell No One (2006) āāā
The Valet (2006) āāā
Keeping Mum (2005) āāā½
Chromophobia (2005) āā½
Man to Man (2005) āā½
ArsĆØne Lupin (2004) āā½
Absolutely Fabulous (1992) āāā
Petites coupures (2003) ā
Gosford Park (2001) āāāāā
Life as a House (2001) āāā½
'19. Dirty talk/degradation gets too real'. Ooh. I guess this one is also M? And a warning of sorts for them being really nasty to each other. 900 words. with thanks to @maybenexttime for some of these words.Ā
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Ingrid likes to tell Diana what to do, and she likes Diana to hate it.
āYou will drop to your knees,ā Ingrid says, tugging her teal silk robe open just enough to expose herself, āand you will worship this cunt until your tongue is too tired to argue.ā
āWhy donāt you make me,ā Diana hisses, naked, arms bound behind her back, spitting venom even as her own cunt is visibly slick with want. āLook at you, nothing but a suit, thinking you can order me around. Go on, make me do it.ā
So with one hand tangled in Dianaās hair and the other twisting her nipple, Ingrid does.Ā
They both come at least three times that night. Itās an arrangement that works for them: adversarial, toxic, powerfully erotic.Ā
But the problem with pretending to hate each other is that sometimes they really do.Ā
This is your shit, Diana, clean it up, Ingrid tells her, and Diana hears the contemptuous undertone of it, the same voice she used when she said I told you to wear white today and cut Dianaās black dress off her with a knife. It makes Diana furious to hear her; it makes her sick with lust.
"You're late," Ingrid tells her later, when Diana arrives at the flat. "I told you eight."
"I was busy talking to your wife," Diana replies, nonchalantly flinging her jacket over a chair, "telling her how much you love it when I suck your cock."Ā
Ingrid quirks an eyebrow, confident and unflappable. āTake off your clothes,ā she says.Ā
Diana thinks to challenge her - Or? - but she knows what the response will be, and actually she's rather fond of this blouse. Her fingers work the buttons open slowly, just this side of defiance, watching Ingrid all the while.
"How much arse did you have to kiss in Washington?" she asks, shedding her blouse over her shoulders. "Did they make you feel like the minnow you are?"
Diana unzips her skirt and pushes it down. Ingrid slinks toward her as the fabric slides off her hips.Ā
"If I'm a minnow," Ingrid says, drawing close, "I'm not sure what that makes you." She catches Diana's chin in her hand and claims her mouth in a bruising kiss. For a moment after, the air is warm between them and it feels like homecoming, like maybe they missed each other. Diana opens her eyes and looks up into Ingrid's, and Ingrid's implacable gaze devours her. "Strip your underwear, too," she adds. "I want you naked until you've earned the right to be clothed again. Until you've made up for being such a liability."
The warmth vanishes. Diana pulls back, prickling with shame and anger and need. She reaches behind herself to unclip her bra, feels the lace rasp her rock-hard nipples as she strips.Ā
"What's the bigger liability," she wonders, "a Second Desk who's willing to take risks, or a ladder-climbing First who couldn't handle ops if she tried?"
Ingridās hand catches Dianaās throat while her bra is still swinging from her fingertips. āYou will speak to me with respect,ā she growls, eyes flashing in a way that tells Diana sheās getting under her skin.Ā
Diana sneers. āRespect?ā she asks. āYou think people respect you? Theyāre just programmed to fawn to power. I see through you, though, see a puppet with strings pulled by committee. I think deep down you know thatās all you are.ā
Ingrid tightens her grip on Diana's throat, backs her up until she hits the wall. Her fingers press, biting into Diana's skin and taking her breath. She's fierce but controlled, restricting but not crushing, reaching down and catching Diana's lace knickers on the end of her finger, twisting until Diana hears the fabric tear. "Do you think you won't fawn to my power?" she asks in a whisper, tugging the lace until it gives again, rending under the precision of her touch. "You think I don't know every single one of your weak spots? That you're hungry and desperate and never quite good enough?"
Ingrid bears down on Diana and Diana feels absolutely skewered by her gaze, feels her pulse beating in her throat and her cunt throbbing in kind. She won't give in.
"Are you calling me weak?" she challenges, voice hoarse from the hand over her throat. "Your power is just trappings to hide your crippling insecurity. A job you didn't earn, a team you don't control, a wife who'll leave you if she ever finds out who you really are. Aā¦"
Ingrid releases Diana's throat and grips her by the shoulder. She spins her around and pushes her up against the wall, barely giving her time to catch herself with her hands.Ā
"You," Ingrid grates, and Diana expects to have her arse paddled raw. Instead, she feels a weak grip against one of her hips, then Ingrid's hand drops away. "You," she repeats, but now her voice is ragged.
Diana pushes herself off the wall and turns. She finds Ingrid frozen with her hand outstretched, cupped as though for a blow, but shaking now, eyes shiny with tears. Unflappable confident Ingrid. Tears. It shrivels Dianaās soul.Ā
āI didnāt mean it,ā she whispers, something cold and heavy stealing into her gut, dousing the fire sheād been stoking right to ash. āI didnātā¦ā she tries again, but Ingridās dark sad eyes kill her voice.Ā
Ok so Iāve been playing for 18 years and iām a string teacher. Can i just say how IMPORTANT it is for young kids to see a BLACK, MALE-PRESENTING PERSON playing, nae, SHREDDING on a violin? Iāve know maybe 5 black people who played stringed instruments throughout my schooling and teaching (predumably because iām an upper middle class white woman). In districts where the population is predominantly black, funding is always low, so the instruments are crappy. Kids quit, or the program is dismantled. Iāve seen very few professional string players who are black.
Obviously there are black string players. We just donāt see them because they ādonāt look likeā string players.
This person is the real deal. They were clearly classically trained, and seems to have some fiddle training as well. How cool is that?
Thereās getting off on the feeling of having power over your lover, and then, apparently, thereās this.
One moment, Diana is enjoying her seat upon Jackson Lambās face (Iāve got a use for that filthy mouth of yours, pet), and the next, heās nudging her thigh.Ā
She lifts herself off him and doesnāt even have to pretend irritation at the interruption. āSomewhere better to be?ā she asks, rising up to let him speak but tugging sharply on his hair.Ā Ā
But heās not playing around. āArtemis, Diana. I don't feel right - this new cock ring isā¦ā
Itās with a repressed blend of disappointment and irritation that she swings her leg back over his shoulder - emotions that flee quickly when she actually gets a look at his cock, which is starting to turn purple.Ā
āShit,ā she murmurs, reaching out to turn off the vibrating function of their new toy. It must be smaller than the previous ones theyāve used, or more rigid, or both. āLet me get it off you.āĀ
She tries a bit of extra lube, but heās so turgid that it wonāt budge. Hisses when she touches him, in fact.Ā
āPainful?ā she asks. The added lube makes it difficult for her fingers to find purchase on the ring, but also doesn't seem to be helping it slide.Ā
āA bit,ā Jackson answers.
āItās not budging,ā she tells him. āDo you want me to take you to A&E, or should I use the scissors in my bag?ā
She looks up at him, and he snorts. āFuck walking into A&E like this. Fuck walking like this, and all.ā
āAll right,ā Diana says. āIāll just wash my hands.ā She slides off the bed.Ā
āUntie me?ā he asks, reminding her that his ankles and wrists are bound to the bed.Ā
Diana looks him up and down. āBetter not,ā she answers. āThe less you can move, the better.ā She does look him in the eye, though, her calm carefully calibrated. Shoulder it, she thinks, youāre an ops manager.
He nods and trusts her.Ā
Diana returns from the bathroom with a washcloth, grabs her bag of gear on the way. She wipes the excess lube off of Jacksonās cock, fishes into her bag for the surgical scissors she keeps there, fine and wickedly sharp.Ā
āAll right?ā she asks. A Stasi officer she isnāt, but she can still see a flicker of panic in his eyes at the sight of the blades in her hand.Ā
But he nods. āAll right.ā
When Diana kneels over him, it feels like a parody, but she supposes there is intimacy in this too. She slides the scissors alongside his cock and wonders how many women have threatened to cut his balls off. Given how trying she knows he can be, she wouldnāt imagine the number is zero.Ā
Itās a delicate operation and Diana is grateful for her steady hands, grateful for all the times she has managed situations with far more world-changing potential consequences than this. Sheās conscious of Jackson holding his breath as she snips one, two, three times until the silicone gives against his swollen skin and comes apart.Ā
The now-ruined toy falls into her hand, and she feels a small flutter of regret. She would have enjoyed sitting on him while he vibrated.Ā
Regret is an appropriate tinge for the evening in general. Now that itās safe for him to move, Diana loosens Jacksonās bonds, letting him reclaim his limbs as she digs into her bag for an ice pack, twists and squeezes it in yet another parody of movement.Ā
āFor the swelling,ā she says, and hands it to him. āIāll get us a drink.ā She pulls her dressing gown around her shoulders while sheās there.Ā
āWas it me?ā he wonders when she hands him his glass. āDid I buy the wrong size?ā
āFirst man in history to imagine his cock is smaller than it actually is, if you did,ā she tells him, rounding the bed again to settle beside him. āAnyway, it doesnāt matter whose fault it was. These things happen. I hope youāll never accuse me of trying to emasculate you, though, given that I didnāt do it when I had the chance.ā
Jackson snorts. āI always imagined you as more likely to emasculate someone in public. Whelan, maybe, right there in your office.ā
āFormer office,ā she corrects, taking a sip of her drink. āBut yes, I suppose that would be more my style. The theatre of it appeals to me. Positively Roman.ā
"Like a vengeful goddess," Jackson murmurs, smiling and taking half his whiskey in one swallow. He lets his head fall back against the headboard, looks almost wistful. "God, I could get some mileage out of that, imagining you publicly humiliating some other poor sod. Well, I could if my cock wasn't bruised."
Diana snorts, then takes another sip of her drink and spends a moment staring at the ceiling. "What do you want to do, anyway? Seems a shame to waste a hotel room."
Jackson shrugs. "Room service, see what's on the telly? Get a bottle of something or drink the entire minibar?"
"Hm," Diana murmurs, and reaches for the clicker. "Better than nothing, I suppose. What do you want to watch?"
Jackson smiles a lopsided smile at her. "James Bond," he says.
Okay. I was on my beloved AO3 and I saw something that made me do a double take. So, now I really want to knowā¦
What is your AO3 user ID?
Iām an OG user 5 digits or less
Six figures baby!
Iām in the millionsā¦
Voting ended onJul 27
Iām so curious to see how long people have been on AO3! I know some people have been on there since beta/invite only, but I would love to see what the number is on tumblr!
Okay so I made a list of 30 (well, 29 actually) prompts I am releasing into the wild. The point of this is that at least one of the participants are not having a good time.
It has 30 prompts for November but feel free to write and post whenever, but please add the tag #No one nuts November or #NoonenutsNovember wherever you post. You do not have to @ or credit this blog if you use any of these prompts.
(Text version under the cut)
1. Safeword
2. Sub/dom drop
3. Loosing intrest halfway through
4. Trying something that doesn't work
5. Medical emergency (bonus points: it happens during bondage)
6. Bad/failed orgasm
7. Should have safeworded
8. "Wait, it's not supposed to hurt?"
9. "Let's never try that again."
10. Sex so bad they break up after
11. Realistic shower sex
12. Incompatible kinks
13. Threw up on that thang
14. Can't get hard/wet/aroused
15. Says wrong persons name during sex
16: ugly crying/overwhelmed
17: "I remembered you being better at this"/"I'm not impressed."/"I've had better."/"You're not hung chill"
18: Allergic reaction/cut off circulation
19. Dirty talk/degradation gets too real
20. Ignored/missed a safeword
21. Random horny confession that kills the mood for the other person/people
22. "No really, that's not going to fit."
23. Fire alarm goes off/interrupted by a third party
24. Pushing themselves into sex they aren't ready for
25. Sex toy gets stuck
26. Only one person having fun/agreeing to boring sex
27. Couple brings in a bad 3rd
28. Sex in a bad location
29. Sex so bad it kills you/one of the participants dies
Okay so I made a list of 30 (well, 29 actually) prompts I am releasing into the wild. The point of this is that at least one of the participants are not having a good time.
It has 30 prompts for November but feel free to write and post whenever, but please add the tag #No one nuts November or #NoonenutsNovember wherever you post. You do not have to @ or credit this blog if you use any of these prompts.
(Text version under the cut)
1. Safeword
2. Sub/dom drop
3. Loosing intrest halfway through
4. Trying something that doesn't work
5. Medical emergency (bonus points: it happens during bondage)
6. Bad/failed orgasm
7. Should have safeworded
8. "Wait, it's not supposed to hurt?"
9. "Let's never try that again."
10. Sex so bad they break up after
11. Realistic shower sex
12. Incompatible kinks
13. Threw up on that thang
14. Can't get hard/wet/aroused
15. Says wrong persons name during sex
16: ugly crying/overwhelmed
17: "I remembered you being better at this"/"I'm not impressed."/"I've had better."/"You're not hung chill"
18: Allergic reaction/cut off circulation
19. Dirty talk/degradation gets too real
20. Ignored/missed a safeword
21. Random horny confession that kills the mood for the other person/people
22. "No really, that's not going to fit."
23. Fire alarm goes off/interrupted by a third party
24. Pushing themselves into sex they aren't ready for
25. Sex toy gets stuck
26. Only one person having fun/agreeing to boring sex
27. Couple brings in a bad 3rd
28. Sex in a bad location
29. Sex so bad it kills you/one of the participants dies
Should gay characters always be played by gay actors?
Yes always
Ideally, but itās not essential
No, who cares? Itās all fantasy
If the role is primarily about queer identity, yes, otherwise not necessary
Other nuance (leave a comment!)
Results
Voting ended onJul 12
Iāve seen a lot of (mostly straight) actors lately talking about how they donāt think they should play gay roles. As a queer person, my first response is āthatās stupidā, but then I think about queer actors being passed over for straight actors, thatās not okay, about does that mean gay actors canāt play straight? Thatās stupid. Also what if I just really want to watch my favourite ladies kiss other ladies, and I have no goddam idea. What do the masses think? Reblog for reach?
One thing that worries me about the use of AI is whether or not it can worsen people's dementia and alzheimer's in the future. When my grandmother was first diagnosed, we got her math activity books. Now, my grandmother never had a formal education, but we did our best to keep her sharp, get her to do math and writing activity books, sudokus, playing board games that required some level of strategizing with her. Her family is prone to alzheimer's and dementia (both her siblings had it and deteriorated very very very quickly, which yeah, scares the shit out of me being her granddaughter) but she was the one whose mind lasted the longest, she only passed away two years ago, at 88, ten whole years after her initial diagnosis and sure, she had forgotten things, recipes and where she put her glasses and appointments, but she never forgot any of us, ten whole years in, she still remembered us. Now, this may have been luck, but doctors always said the constant mental work + companionship + medicine helped her a lot. So I'm thinking, these people who are now relying on AI for everything, from email-writing to thinking what's for dinner to casual conversations, I've even seen people rely on it to calculate what time they should leave their house if they need to be at a place at a specific time and their commute lasts X number of minutes. As if that's not... the simplest math operation possible? You shouldn't even need a calculator for that!!! Idk I don't know how long it'll take us to see the effects of this + exposure to brain-rotting short form content that is completely meaningless + people addicted to right-wing conspiracy style media. Idk I'm very worried. Please, read, read complicated books! Take up a book on philosophy and try to decipher it and make your own opinions on it, please buy a maths activity book and relearn how to do math, please get a hobby that involves lots of thinking and concentrating. PLEASE!!!
As a neurologist, Iāll give you the pretty name for it: cognitive reserve.
The way I explain it to my patients is that our neurons donāt regenerate. They make connections with each other and thatās it. If you donāt use your brain, they make fewer connections and, if one of them dies, youāre gonna miss it, because that was the only one that knew how to do X. Now, if each one of them has many, many connections, you wonāt notice the difference when one of them dies. The others pick up the slack.
As of 2024, 45% of dementia risk factors are modifiable. Relevant to this conversation, 5% for less education and 5% for social isolation.
We absolutely are going to see the reflection of this, but itās gonna take decades and itāll be too late. So, for the love of your brain, pretend that itās a muscle and make it work. People complain about āwhen am I ever gonna use this maths formula in my life?ā Youāre not. Youāre teaching your brain to think logically. Those sinapses will be there for when you need to figure out your weekās schedule. English classes taught me how to interpret data and how to convey it in this text so itās clear and you understand what Iām saying, not because I needed to justify why the curtain is blue.
Make your brain know how to do different things. Logic games, puzzles, taking care of a garden even if small, planning a churchās event or birthday, learn a new instrument, learn a few words in another language, look at a calendar every day, do some manual labor if possible. Do not, I repeat, do not let your brain get rid of sinapses by letting AI do everything. Your brain uses 20% of your bodyās energy ā do you really think itās going to maintain connexions that arenāt in use?
Most cases of Alzheimerās are sporadic, meaning no family history. Family history of a first-degree relative with Alzheimerās starting before they were 80yo increases your risk in 2-3x on average.
TLDR: Yes. From the knowledge we have today, AI will increase the number and severity of dementia cases.
people always say that internet spaces are americanised because the users are majority americans.
and i do always wonder how much of that is "there are actually a majority of usamericans" and how much is "usamerican cultural markers are a default for many online spaces, and non usamericans are often indistinguishable from usamericans unless you're actively looking".
so here's an incredibly unscientific poll reblog for reach or whatever
where do you live?
in the usa
anywhere that is not the usa
Voting ended onJul 12
no nuance. if you live in a usa territory/colony like puerto rico or guam or american samoa, go with your heart.
Spin the wheel again. Thatās whoās trying to protect you.
(If you have zero idea about a name you got, spin until you see someone you recognize.)
Are you safe?
Absolutely not. I'm dead. 100% dead.
I might stay alive, but it'll be a really close thing.
I'll take some hits, for certain, but I should be okay in the end.
A few attacks might get through, but nothing concerning.
The attacker might be able to get in one lucky hit. If that.
I am the opposite of worried. I'm 100% safe.
ā¦Look. I've tried picturing this. But I honestly don't know how to answer.
Voting ended onJul 14
(I've run this poll twice before, expanding it significantly for the second run. With about a year passed since that second run, I thought it was time to add another couple hundred names to the list and have another go.)