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“We’re fools whether we dance or not, so we might as well dance.”
[my art blog dedicated to everyday muses]My dad can talk to me when he sees I’m troubled, in a calm and non judgemental voice. He doesn’t make me feel like I’m forced to say anything, rather he tells me how it will help to open up. He asks how I feel and relates what I’m going through with something he has gone through, creating a bond of empathy. He gently fills in the gaps where I find it hard to speak but never dominates with his opinion. He acknowledges the hurt yet reminds me of the good in the future and the control we can take. He doesn’t make me feel bad for my decisions.
My dad talks to me like I’ve heard myself talk to my loved ones and I can actually feel slightly proud of me.
My dad talks to me like I should start talking to myself.
Theron seems to enjoy poking fun at the stereotype surrounding her glamorous facade bumping up against her new kickass image as she reveals an unlikely hobby she adopted on set.
“All of us girls had a knitting circle,” she says, referring to her five female co-stars who are inside the rig she’s driving for most of the film. “Tom Hardy attempted a couple of times but he dropped too many stitches but Nick Hoult would sit with us in his leather pants and shaved head asking me to show him stitches so he was the ultimate man because he was like, ‘sure I’ll knit with you girls!’”
I can just imagine it…
“Tom, you can’t even manage garter stitch…you’ll be lucky to ever finish a scarf. A beanie is beyond your reach.”
*pause*
“But Nick, seed stitch using that wool looks great. Good stuff!”
The image of Furiosa, The Wives, and Nux getting out their knitting while sitting in the War Rig between takes begs for a talented meta fic-writer.
Omg. This is amazing!
This is too bloody glorious!
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