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[gerriceo]

Happy Birthday Carrie Fisher! [B. October 21st, 1956-∞]

“When I love, I love for miles and miles. A love so big it should either be outlawed or it should have a capital and its own currency.” - Carrie Fisher

[playbill]

Happy Birthday Patti LuPone!

Broadway legend Patti LuPone was born on April 21. Find out more about her career in the Playbill Vault.

[stevenkodalys]

[stillglowinstillcrowin-deactiva]

Bette’s last cart ride

[arthurmorgon]

I’m willing to fight for those who cannot fight for themselves.

[stillglowinstillcrowin-deactiva]

IT’S UP

[stillglowinstillcrowin-deactiva]

Happy trails Bette!

[stardustschild]

That flush of ardor in a man’s embrace My would be baby with a rosy face

[capturetheatre]

“Anybody that goes to the theater, I think we’re all misfits, so we ended up on stage or in the audience” -Patti LuPone 

[stardustschild]

Fuchsia pink. Persian pink. Peachy pink. Mocha pink. Timeless pink. Story pink. Fabled pink. Glory pink. Label pink. Arden Pink.

Well I never even liked the color.

[darthmual]

[stillglowinstillcrowin-deactiva]

Someone in new said that Bette wore eyesore slippers at her curtain call and I s2g if that’s true

[stillglowinstillcrowin-deactiva]

I am-

[onehatmadder]

Patti LuPone’s husband was very happy. Patti, apparently, was not.

[itsagutthing]

[bardqueenofgallifrey]

so a racist got utterly demolished in less than 30 seconds on the New Zealand morning news on Monday and it’s one of the most beautiful things I’ve ever seen

who knew a white guy could be capable of such an iconic response, he knows what’s up and is having none of that shit, every other white guy take notes tbh

[han-j1]

I love that he said Pakeha

[littlereddove]

Can someone write what its being said in this?

[kc749]

Male co-host: We have had a whole heap of feedback regarding Te Tai Tokerau MP Kelvin Davis’s proposal to institute a prison run on Māori values into New Zealand. He’s looking at potentially establishing this prison up north. It isn’t Labour policy just yet, it’s just an idea of Kelvin Davis’s. And this has been really really divisive on our Facebook page this morning. (sarcastically) Here I think we have the single greatest email, the single greatest message we have ever had on breakfast.

(clears throat deliberately) “’Janice’ says: Good morning. I’m sick of hearing that Māori need different treatment. If they don’t want to live in our society, then maybe we should put them all on an island and leave them to it.”

Male co-host: “Janice. That is LITERALLY what happened! That is the history of our country. Last I checked, Māori WERE on an island, they were left to it, and then Pākehā (Māori term for white New Zealanders) turned up and look how that worked out. But thank you very much for that brilliant insight. Goodness me. Unbelievable. Unbelievable, they actually-“

Female co-host: “Actually, you can’t even get angry, you just actually need to laugh and then screw it up and put it under the desk. Just when you thought-“

Male co-host: (mimicking letter) “’Put them all on an island, leave them to it.’ Yeah. What a great idea that is Janice.

[dancinbutterfly]

I really need “What a great idea that is, Janice.” to be a meme filled with those stupid complete cognitive dissonance bigoted statements.

[operaqueen]

[howglorygoes]

These “beans”? Oh, ok. I see, you think this has nothing to do with you. You wake up and you start kneading, oh I don’t know, a bun to put in the oven, for instance, because you’re trying to tell the world that you want a child too seriously to care about anything else. But what you don’t know is that this curse is not upon his house, it’s not his mother’s house, it’s not his father’s house, it’s actually a curse upon your house. You’re also blindly unaware of the fact that when his mother was with child, his father stole a collection of beans from my garden. And then I think it was my mother, wasn’t it, who cursed me with this appearance? And then the baby quickly showed up in his hungry mother’s arms. Then I hid her away in the woods and placed a curse upon his father that trickled down through the generational lines and then trickled on down into some tragic marriage where you, no doubt, wished for a child as perfect as child can be. However, that baby represents millions of hours and countless spells and so it’s sort of comical how you think that you’ve made a choice that exempts you from this curse when, in fact, the only way you’re going to get a baby is by finding the ingredients for a spell on a quest that was selected for you by the people in this room. Because of a pile of “beans”