Mads Mikkelsen is such an anomaly as an actor?? and a human being in general????
He doesn’t remember SHIT about filming Casino Royale (he didn’t even REALIZE he was auditioning for a part in the first place, he said he just literally walked in and instantly got the job?! To the point Daniel Craig borderline interrogated him for how he got cast so easily, considering he had to undergo MULTIPLE AUDITIONS before he got cast himself??)
He wasn’t overwhelmingly interested in NBC Hannibal’s lead role until he found out that long-time bestie Hugh Dancy was already cast as the other lead (HUGH TOO. He hyped himself up for having Mads as his co-star, forgot that decision wasn’t up to him, then sat anxiously by his phone for confirmation from the network. NERD. NERDS. BOTH OF THEM).
“You should make a movie in Denmark!“, i.e. Mads’ drunken solution to ensure he and Hugh could hang out more often because they live in different countries. What a darling.
According to Janice Poon, he’ll eat anything. No matter how gross. Including frigid bone marrow with a straight face.
And then he only hopped onto Death Stranding because his son, a prolific gamer, recognized what a huge deal Hideo Kojima is and told him he had to… Carl Jacobsen Mikkelsen has the sort of power we can only dream of.
He was pretty much entirely unfamiliar with Star Wars before he was cast as Galen Erso (I distinctly recall him grimacing in the bg during a cast interview when asked if they’ve watched their new film yet, with Ben Mendelsohn giving him a very pointed knowing smirk because he KNEW. HE KNEW MADS HADN’T SEEN IT YET-) and spent plenty of time failing quite miserably at SW trivia games with the cast.
Then that one interview where he casually cracks a bottle of liquor open on camera. What an icon.
And correct me if I’m wrong, but I believe a major reason he joined the cast of Dr. Strange was because he was going to be allowed to perform his own stunt and fight scenes?? I think the convo went something along the lines of “Will I get to fight?” “Ye-” “Ok”.
His female co-stars swoon at him. He literally causes hoards of his male co-stars to seriously begin questioning their sexuality.
If it wasn’t for his team he’d probably show up to every award show in the latest neon adidas athletic wear.
Reminds his wife on a constant basis that she’s married to the sexiest man alive from like ten years ago or smth. I think Hanne said he even has the clipping stating so and sometimes pulls it out.
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The AO3 Tag of the Day is: Renaissance fanart
I’m gonna let you in on a secret.
That aint renaissance fanart
You know what, assholes? I run this blog for y’all every day. I see things you cannot begin to imagine. I have to read people’s Robespierre smut and their questions about how various monsters would fuck them. I am so jaded that, when someone submits a tag mentioning some random vaguely liquid substance without context, I just assume it’s being used as lube. Nutella? Lube. Crazy glue? Lube. Divine fucking ichor? Fucking lube! I do this for you, y’all. I shield you from this shit. I stand athwart the tides of horror, hold my hands up, and yell “STOP” in the hopes that it will keep the waters from reaching you.
So you know what, fuckheads!? If I want to maintain the one tiny scrap of innocence I have left, I will. The official policy of AO3TagoftheDay is now that turtles, teenage, mutant, ninja, or otherwise, do not fuck. It never happens. They don’t fuck. They don’t fuck each other. They don’t fuck humans. They don’t fuck in real life and they don’t fuck in fiction. This tag is about two gay Renaissance painters holding each other close and kissing chastely under the Sistine chapel ceiling.
There. Glad we got that sorted out. Please return to your regularly scheduled programming.
apply for jobs you’re not qualified for! audit upper-level classes! get drunk with your TAs! see that poster advertising that lecture series? go there take notes and ask questions! thank the presenter for talking about this topic you love! if the class is full before you register, email the professor and ask if they can squeeze you in! RAISE YOUR HAND! tell the disability accomodation office to do their goddamn job! ask for help! file complaints! go to class in your pajamas and destroy the reading! you got this! you KNOW you got this! be arrogant enough to learn EVERYTHING! take your meds! punch a velociraptor in the dick! fear is useless and temporary! glory is forever! shed your skin and erupt angel wings! help out! spread your sun!
i had a really good morning! you deserve a really good morning! kill anyone who says you don’t and build a throne from their bones!
idk why ppl act like funny women are a rare precious commodity when every woman i know is a got damn comedian and i’ve met maybe two intentionally funny men in my lifetime
i love sitting on a sofa with one leg crossed over the other and my arms spread out across the headboard behind me like a young, reckless, 1920s gentleman of ambiguous sexuality, with more money than i know what to do with and an intense weariness of the shallow, hedonistic lifestyle enjoyed by my companions
the moon is beautiful 