#and david asked her if it was a scottish accent

[crusheswhimsandfancies]

David on BBC breakfast today, 15.3.24

#what an absolute charmer #that twinkle in his eyes when he laughs #love the way he pulls up his sleeves #the interviewer had accidentally rolled her r’s #her colleague asked her why she did it like that #and david asked her if it was a scottish accent #then she said she was embarrassed #and he rolled his sleeves up #almost as if to sympathise with her embarrassment #he’s so sweet #i love him your honor #david tennant #bbc breakfast #comic relief

[pedge-stuff]

God I just thought about an idea for pedro and reader, reading your last post...

They are in a relationship and live together. The reader is also an actress. She asks pedro to practice her lines with her. In the play, she is having a really long line, breaking up with the person ans leaving them... pedro can't continue... at night in bed they are cuddling and pedro talks about how he hated the feeling or the thought of the reader ever leaving

(changed this slightly, hope that is OK...)

bad acting (pedro pascal x gn/m!reader)

a/n: same vague universe as “marked,“ per usual.

thanks, as always, for everything.

(also I did that thing where I didn't save this on drafts fast enough and the whole fucking thing deleted so you could say im LIVID sorry if this rewrite felt rushed.)

summary: things get a little... too real.

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"You can't laugh."

"I'm not gonna laugh!"

Pedro hands you his iPad, script loaded on the screen. "I'm serious," you warn him, "you had to stop last time, the acting was so bad."

"Just read the sides, baby."

You know he isn't nervous about the audition— if he was, he sure as shit wouldn't be practicing with you. Those rehearsals are reserved for his coach, or someone who can actually talk him through the scene. This was just a formality, a quick read-through for some anthological TV show about people in failing marriages. Season 2 of Oscar's old Amazon thing. With the audition being on Zoom tomorrow, the whole process feels fairly relaxed.

"Should I read it in a lady voice? Will that set the scene?"

"Please don't."

"Scottish accent?"

"Babe."

"Hmm." You clear your throat loudly, for dramatic effect. Across the room, feet propped on the desk, Pedro rolls his eyes. He's got his cheaters on, but no script— the audition's supposed to be off-book. "From the first page?"

"You're stalling."

"Ugh. Ok. Here we go." Leaning forward, you scroll to the highlighted text on the iPad. "Stop, David. You don't know what you're talking about."

Pedro's posture straightens; ever the professional, it's like watching a switch flip. The humored lines beside his eyes, little crows feet that crinkle when he looks at you, disappear completely. His brow furrows, gaze darkens.

"Of course I do, dammit. I'm done with this, all of this. It's like living in a mausoleum, Emma. I'd rather. Do you remember what love even feels like? Because I look at you, and I just... don't, anymore."

"You don't mean that."

"I do! I'm so tired of this. Life with you is joyless. Every day, I come home from work and just sit in the goddamn driveway because I don't want to come in the house. It's hard to be in the same room as you. I can't bring her back, Emma, and I miss her and I'm sorry she's dead. But it isn't my fucking fault and I wish you'd stop pretending it was."

His voice cracks, just a little. You frown as he grabs the glass of water beside him, pausing to wait, but he motions for you to continue.

"That's cruel," you read, "and you know it. That's not fair."

"None of this is fair!" Pedro exclaims. "That's the whole point. It's not fair that our daughter is dead while the girl who was driving got to walk away clean. Life isn't fucking fair. But it's life. And you've sucked all the light out of mine. I can't stand you, anymore, I'm sorry. I just can't. It's not that we can't make it work, it's that I don't want to make it work. If I never see you again, it'll be too soon. Jesus christ, I hate every part of this."

"Are you done? Have you gotten it all off your chest?"

"Don't placate me! This isn't one of your stupid therapy sessions, Emma, you can't fix this with a breathing worksheet and a roleplaying exercise. Be fucking serious. Every day I wake up and I wish I'd never met you. At least then, she wouldn't be dead, because she'd never have existed. And maybe I'd known some goddamn peace."

The page ends there, and you glance up. Pedro has his head in his hands, eyes closed.

"That was good," you offer tentatively, searching for some kind of sign as to what his next move is. He's gracious about work stuff, but you're always a little afraid of mucking up his process.

When he looks up, his eyes are glossy. "Yeah," Pedro says, croakily, clearing his throat quietly before rising from the chair. He takes the iPad back, wordlessly, shuttering the case over the screen.

"Wanna do it again? You were spot-on, Pedge, but we can go over it again if you want to."

"No," he says quickly. "No, I'm good. I'm fine. It's on Zoom, it'll be easy. I'm fine."

Weird. Just a little. Before you can dwell on his sudden cageyness, he's up, headed for the door.

"I'm gonna walk the dogs. We can catch up on Bake-Off, when I get back?"

Pedro leaves before you can answer.

— — — 

No sooner have the leashes been hung back by the door, than Pedro is beside you on the couch, all hands and light touches. It's as if he can't bear to lost contact. You allow him to reposition you, reaching a hand around your waist as you reach for the remote.

"Good walk?"

He hums, tugging you against him. Settles, finally, once you're half-reclined, back against his chest, arm around your middle. You fiddle with the edge of his sleeve as the bakers fumble their way through the signature challenge.

It's not that the clinginess bothers you— he's like this sometimes, when he's just returned home, or you've arrived in LA, or met somewhere in the middle. Every separation leaves him want for touch. It's the one thing you can't give him, while you're apart.

But he's been home a couple weeks now, in between reshoots for a new project. Been home all day, in fact, in an orbit around you while you attempted to work from home. (A little too close, frankly, but you can't really complain.)

"You okay?" You whisper, as the timer runs down on the technical bake.

No answer. Just a tightened grip on your waist, and a firm kiss to the top of your head.

— — — 

It isn't until later, in bed and half-asleep, that you pinpoint the source of the tension.

You'd have thought he was already asleep, save for the soft carding of his fingers through the baby hairs at the nape of your neck. Deep, even breaths tickle your forehead; he's curled around you, arm draped over your back. Had positioned himself this way silently, looking a little silly brooding in his Muppet-patterned pj pants.

"We're never reading lines again," Pedro whispers into the darkness.

"Was the acting that bad?"

Your attempt for levity falls flat. He is quiet, long enough for you roll backwards slightly, to get a better look at his face. A deep-set frown has taken root.

"No, it..." He tugs you closer again, tucking your head beneath his chin. If he weren't so sad, you'd call uncle for claustrophobia; your nose is squished into his jugular. But you lay still, waiting for him to continue.

"It felt too real," Pedro concedes. He inhales sharply, and you can feel it against your own chest.

The kiss you press to the hollow of his throat, doesn't feel good enough. You wiggle, tilting your head to press one against his toothpaste-tasting lips. Whiskers tickle the corner of your mouth.

"Baby, I know you were... pretending." A thin line between placating him and treading on his professionalism. "If our pretend daughter died in a car crash, I know you wouldn't divorce me for being too sad."

"It's not funny." With a groan, he kisses you again, resting his forehead against yours. "I hated saying that stuff to you. Felt too real."

The bone-crushing spooning is making a little more sense, now.

"I love you, but you're a sap."

"Hmph."

You smile into the next kiss. "A very sweet sap, though."

#pedro pascal #pedro pascal imagine #pedro pascal one shot #pedro pascal rpf #pedro pascal x male reader #pedro pascal x you #pedro pascal x reader #pedro pascal fluff #pedro pascal fanfiction #the last of us #din djarin #joel miller #joel miller x reader #din djarin x reader #din djarin x male reader #joel miller x male reader #the mandolorian

[hollow-keys]

Jodie Whittaker vs Russel T Davies.

If you don't make a joke out of it, it won't be a mockery. It's that simple. The only way you could believe it was is if you thought there was something inherently insulting about a man wearing non masculine clothing.

What does him being straight have to do with anything? Can straight men not be gender non conforming?

I was going to ask what him being a Scotsman had to do with things, especially when they won't let him use his natural accent, but then I realised that makes it even more ridiculous because Scottish men traditionally wear kilts! And yes, they're not feminine within Scottish culture but they do look that way from an Anglo point of view, which is the viewpoint the press and probably RTD is taking (despite him being Welsh).

And about the press thing, that's not what would have happened and you know it. Source: David Tennant has already worn much more feminine clothes on Good Omens.

It's honestly ironic that Jodie specifically stressed that her costume felt inclusive and could be worn by anyone and RTD spat in the face of it.

#thirteenth doctor #tenth doctor #<- fourteenth doctor who? do you mean ncuti gatwa? #update: i have to accept tennant as 14 to talk about gatwa as 15 😔 #god conspires against me #fourteenth doctor #doctor who #criticism #nuwho #sigh #📨

[bcacstuff]

This was a surprise..

https://www.google.com/url?sa=t&source=web&rct=j&opi=89978449&url=https://amp.theguardian.com/tv-and-radio/2023/nov/27/the-couple-next-door-review-a-sexy-fantastic-time-with-hot-swingers&ved=2ahUKEwjdzK-Jm-WCAxXmVfEDHafTCY8QFnoECBkQAQ&usg=AOvVaw0lkF1IUYMZo5kfrSdUBxeu

Review

The Couple Next Door review – a sexy, fantastic time with hot swingers

It is sexy without being cringemaking, which is vanishingly rare … The Couple Next Door. Photograph: Channel 4

The plot of this trouble-in-suburbia thriller might be flimsy – but who cares when there’s so much sexual tension between our flirtatious foursome?

There are two extraordinary features to note about Channel 4’s new six-part drama series The Couple Next Door, which examines the combustible effects of a hot, swinging couple on a pair of conservative young things who move in next door. The first is that it succeeds in being sexy rather than cringemaking. This is vanishingly rare and comes courtesy of a clever, layered script that ties each of the narrative strands together perfectly and takes enough time to build every relationship within the foursome to allow what unfolds to feel plausible. Writer David Allison understands that even people destined to climb into bed with each other are capable of thinking and talking about other things while lust brews in the background, and cracking a few jokes along the way. I don’t know if this was present in the Dutch series New Neighbours, on which this is based, and Allison had the sense to keep it intact or if it’s all his own work but it is fantastically well done. There should be a special annual award for any creation that manages to deliver convincing spousal banter like Allison does here.

The second extraordinary point is the casting of Hugh Dennis as a stalker. Alan (Dennis) is obsessed with Becka, the more free-spirited of the hot swingers (played by Jessica de Gouw, coupling her innate credibility as a hot swinger with a nuanced portrait of a woman making the best of a life she never expected and which will soon take a turn for the worse). And it turns out that Dennis, after decades of providing gentle humour in roles playing on his unthreatening affability in the likes of Outnumbered and Not Going Out, is the perfect creep. Alan starts off as what you might call a bit of a saddo, but as his circumstances change and appetites grow, we watch with bated breath as his behaviour escalates and his mood darkens. It would be a brilliant performance even if its purveyor were not so unexpected, but the casting adds an extra touch of uncanniness to the whole.

The plot of The Couple Next Door is relatively slight. What if, it asks, you suddenly found yourself presented with a world of possibilities you never thought you would entertain? Strictly raised Christian schoolteacher Evie (Eleanor Tomlinson, modulating perfectly from innocence to wonder and, after a series of catalytic events, to rapacity) and husband Pete (Alfred Enoch, great as a man scrambling desperately after his wife as she runs towards possibilities whose ramifications she cannot appreciate) are the polar opposites of their new neighbours Becka and Danny (Sam Heughan, concentrating too hard on disguising his Scottish accent to match the fine-tuned performances of the rest). The latter are non-monogamous – there are a few clunky scenes in which they laboriously explain to us and their new friends how it all works – and both Pete and Evie’s eyes widen at the news, but not for quite the same reasons.

There are a couple of subplots, the main one hinging on Danny’s involvement with a corrupt local councillor who may be the key to a huge story Pete, a journalist, is working on for the local paper. But The Couple Next Door is all about the couples. What happens when feelings start getting in the way of fun? Unequal feelings, unreciprocated feelings, feelings stronger than love, love stronger than any other feeling? What is the difference between morality and successfully repressed natural desires? And what happens when they can’t be repressed any more?

As the sexual and other tensions – Alan, I’m looking at you and your growing malevolence and your poor wife (Kate Robbins) about to find your perverted little eyrie upstairs – grow, it also finds time for a sideways glance at modern masculinity (skinny Pete rolls his eyes as Evie teases him about Danny’s musclebound physique, but his apparent potency plays on their different vulnerabilities), the harm done by the prurience and judgment of others and whether – especially in the age of the internet – you can ever escape it.

But, you know, fun and sexy too. Enjoy.

[quillyfied]

Things I’m noticing on this rewatch, which I’m hoping to take slow and ponder on but we will see how it goes, PART THREE (obviously major Good Omens season 2 spoilers throughout, specifically for S2E3)

- First, going back to the previous episode: thank you to the person who reminded me that the Dirty Donkey pub is the pub that Crowley plans his holy water heist in!! (Which means Crowley LITERALLY planned his heist on Aziraphale’s stoop, unless Aziraphale moved the pub to be closer to himself in case it happened again. Hmmmm.)

- Also. I have been reminded that “Give me coffee or give me death” is a modified quote of “give me liberty or give me death” by an American revolutionary. Which. Explains all the Statues of Liberty around the place. I am Slow.

- Anyway, to e3: the fact that Jim has a labeled mug and hot chocolate canister. I feel like he tried to ingest something he wasn’t supposed to, so Aziraphale made sure he had his name on his things XD

- The sex worker is a treasure, for one; I hope I am reminded of her name soon.

- MURIEL. SWEET ANGEL BABY. Sorry they’re not a baby but they are so adorably innocent and inexperienced. I love that Aziraphale treats them so kindly despite his obvious terror. Though. It is a kindness that reminds me of my coworkers. I work in childcare. I know a “childcare” disposition when I see it.

- Okay, the framing there: the box, and the hat. The mystery, and the detective cap. Excellent.

- The gentle tutelage, Muriel’s scrunchy face when they realize what tea is for—I’m just SCREECHING.

- AND CROWLEY GETTING IN ON IT. THE WAY HIS WHOLE DEMEANOR IMMEDIATELY GOES FROM BITCHING TO DELIGHTED. AAAAAAAAAAH.

- AND HE’S SITTING. ON THE ARM. OF AZIRAPHALE’S CHAIR.

- The coparenting. Muriel’s utter naivety. I’m just.

- “I’m not sure how you lot have managed to stay in charge.” “I’m not sure we actually have.” SAY IT LOUDER.

- OKAY BUT HOW DOES HELL MEASURE MIRACLES THO

- ONE FABULOUS KISS CROWLEY. IS THAT ALL IT TAKES.

- “To tell if humans are in love you need to wait a few days” not bad advice really but also unrelated how many days are in like 6000 years? Asking for a friend.

- AZIRAPHALE TALKING TO THE BENTLEY AND IMMEDIATELY BEING A BIGGER MENACE ON THE ROAD THAN CROWLEY. VINDICATION.

- Thing the first about the opening theme: Crowley crawls up the cliff and Aziraphale lands on it. Just a nice touch.

- The movie theater in the opening has a different feature title and picture on the big screen every episode. I missed it for the first one but last time it was “A Companion to Owls” (which is a verse from Job that I only know because the full quote is “I am a brother to dragons, and a companion to owls” and it was a lamentation but of course teenage Quilly thought that was the coolest thing she had ever read). This time: The Resurrectionists, coupled with a shot of the Gabriel statue.

- I think Crowley’s hair is s1 color in this minisode but I can’t be sure. Lighting is…not. :P

- THE BONUS CONTENT SAYS NEIL GAIMAN THOUGHT IT WOULD BE FUN TO LET DAVID TENNANT DO AS MANY SCOTTISH ACCENTS AS HE CAN THIS CHAPTER. I AM DELIGHTED

- The second Elspeth says “English” Crowley starts losing it, which in turn makes ME lose it.

- I love the bringing back in the discussion from the book about privilege making its way here, and given a more visceral illustration and testing. Though I love Crowley literally helping Elspeth pull the wagon, a thing I’m not sure he’s ever willingly done in his life, and poking holes in Aziraphale’s arguments all the way.

- Wee Morag’s morals have about the same utility in this situation as Aziraphale’s, tbh. I’m not sure I have the mental capacity tonight to deconstruct that the way it deserves.

- Aha! Knew I recognized the tune in the car! Danse Macabre!

- He is AFFECTIONATE towards the BENTLEY. Which Crowley can FEEL.

- YELLOW CAR. DAMN YOU JOHN FINNEMORE.

- but it is pretty, Crowley!

- Spoilsport.

- I fully did not internalize the tartan hills and Nessie the first time around. I saw them. I immediately chalked them up to personal fever dream.

- The demon’s name is Josh. Why is that delightful??

- He wears a kilt! And has a wonderful little monologue about dung pits and tongue ripping!

- Beelzebub being off is subtle. Almost too subtle.

- The many stacks of books Crowley carries around and then chucks this episode. Love it.

- Crowley not having a cow about a fly seems weird tbh

- Vavoom. Where tf did he learn the word vavoom

- “David Tennant has occasionally played a doctor” OH HAS HE NOW

- the almost musical pulls Michael Sheen does for miracles this season. Lovely.

- Also: the dual nature of Mr. Dalrymple. Needs bodies to do good and study so he can save lives. Treats the people bringing him the bodies like dirt.

- Okay: is Crowley freezing time, or just putting Dalrymple in a mental time out? Very curious to know. The trivia bit on the side references the s1 trick of having Jean-Claude’s actor stand very still to achieve the time stop there, so perhaps freezing time?

- Alright moment of silence for how very very good Crowley’s outfit is this scene. Yum.

- The instant penny drop when Aziraphale realizes the reason for the body snatching, how he immediately uses prevention of future harm to classify it as Good.

- Also. His emotional reaction to the kid’s tumor. ;A;

- Edinburgh is so colorful!!

- HIS SMUG LITTLE GRIN WHEN HE POPS OUT HIS HAT AND NOTEBOOK. Also, wtf is in his hat. What is that.

- Okay but the double sided sign, and how Aziraphale first sees the Jesus side. IMPORTANT. PAINFUL.

- PRESS 66. That’s what’s in the hat.

- And Aziraphale being every bit as awkward as Muriel in his interrogation. Just slightly less weird. Angels.

- Listen I’ll probably say it again at episode 6 but the sheer magnitude of the importance that Gabriel and Beelzebub fell in love over the course of a year—with EACH OTHER. Not with earth or humans or creation. Just each other. Hggk.

- Alright, but Aziraphale DOES see the other half of the sign here. Does he get it? DOES HE GET IT?? No. Of course not.

- “I’ll help but it still doesn’t make it right.” That is such an uncomfortable truth to sit with. The whole adventure is, really. The whole show. SHADES OF GREY.

- Okay, I’m pausing this episode way too much, it’s been over an hour since I started this episode, but—the way Aziraphale overcorrects is. Sad? Elspeth and Wee Morag aren’t here to decrease human suffering. Outside of their own, of course, which can also be achieved by digging up a body that’s fresh. Scope of intent and how Aziraphale simplifies and moralizes it. Huh.

- Lot more this season about Aziraphale’s miracle allowances, too. Very interesting concept.

- MIGHT HAVE SLIGHTLY OVERDONE IT ON THE HOLE. MIGHT YOU INDEED.

- interesting how his dithering is what causes his chance to heal Wee Morag to slip through his fingers. And yet raising her is out of the question. Can Aziraphale even do that? We know he and Crowley together generate a ton of power, but what about on his own?

- interesting that elspeth takes Wee Morag to Dalrymple and is already contemplating suicide despite her actions suggesting she intended to keep on living. Hmm.

- Dalrymple the Ass. Not just unwilling to get his own hands dirty but disparaging of those who will. Another moral dichotomy.

- And elspeth also not wanting to get dug up? Wee Morag’s death affecting her?

- CROWLEY OFF HIS HEAD WITH LAUDANUM IS THE FUNNIEST POSSIBLE OUTCOME

- How much is 90 guineas compared to 5 pounds? …google says a guinea is worth slightly more than a pound. So. For the eight pounds Elspeth and Wee Morag were aiming for, for the three pounds shafted that Wee Morag died for…Aziraphale literally had over ten times that amount in his pocket. MORALS.

- …the stupid special features had the math onscreen already. Sort of. Heck.

- Yeah okay this scene adds way more context to Crowley asking for holy water fifty or so years later. Yikes. YIKES. The implications of it all!!

- Asking the phone nicely. Love these little Aziraphaleisms.

- The awning of a new age XD

- The little tipping of his cap!! Adorable!

- Nina and Maggie actually TALKING. HEY CROWLEY ARE YOU PAYING ATTENTION???

- The rain is overdone and the awning rips. Gosh. Whatever could that be implying?

- Seriously how is Crowley able to pull these spells out of Jim?? And seemingly ONLY him???

- Alright, this prophecy bit. Seems to me to be about the future, also about the past, which is very biblical tbh. Specifically Isaiah. But I’m not up to snuff enough on my Bible to tell what all Gabriel is quoting. Besides the Buddy Holly.

- HELLO SHAX

- Okay, realizing that no angels pop up in Aziraphale’s shop in season 1, either. Gabriel and Sandalphon enter from the outside. I’ll need to rewatch to see if Aziraphale actively invites them in, or if it’s just blocking. I think it might just be blocking. But what an interesting detail, that only humans can enter at will and all else must be invited!

- The threatening of Aziraphale continues. The anxiety of Crowley intensifies. The obliviousness of Jim resets.

- Always too late. Poor Crowley.

Yeah this took an hour and a half to watch XD but I’m having fun. And killing quite a lot of time. Am I making sense or creating a thoughtful analysis? No, I don’t think so. But I’m solidifying the canon in my head, at least.

#good omens #good omens 2 #good omens season 2 #gos2spoilers #good omens season 2 spoilers #good omens 2 spoilers #I should link and unify these posts #idk man just having fun at this point

[brian-in-finance]

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John Bell as Creet • Dr Who (2005) S03E11 Utopia • 17 September 2007

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Creet was a young human boy who lived on the planet of Malcassairo, waiting to fly to Utopia from Silo 16.

Biography

Creet helped out at the Silo 16 refugee base by helping new refugees find their friends and relatives. He seemed to be an orphan; when asked who he was travelling with, he said it was just him. When Martha Jones asked him what he thought Utopia would be like, he said his mother had said, "The skies are made of diamonds."

He boarded the rocket with many other refugees when the Tenth Doctor and Jack Harkness fixed the system, allowing the ship to take off. Creet said goodbye to Martha before heading for Utopia. (TV: Utopia) He along with many others were turned into Toclafane. As a Toclafane, his childish mind persisted, but his sense of morality was severely corrupted. As they shared each others memories, a Toclafane captured by Martha quoted him, causing her to initially believe that it was Creet, though it quickly established that it wasn't. (TV: Last of the Time Lords)

Appearance

When asked his age, he replied, "Old enough to work." He appeared to be around 9 or 10 years of age. Creet had long, blonde hair and wore a grubby pull-over with a brown waistcoat. He spoke with a Scottish accent. (TV: Utopia)

Behind The Scenes

Creet was portrayed by young Scottish actor John Bell, who was given the opportunity in a Blue Peter competition.

David Tennant, Freema Agyeman and John Barrowman stated on the audio commentary for TV: Last of the Time Lords that because of the many times John Bell had to repeat his line, "I'm looking for Beltone Shafe Cane", they had it stuck in their heads and made numerous references to it throughout the commentary. Barrowman even included it in a joke "Mini-Song" about Martha walking around Earth telling stories about the Doctor.

Freema Agyeman also stated that upon meeting John Bell she thought he was a girl due to his long hair.

Tardis Fandom

Remember John’s message on the 60th anniversary of Dr Who’s first episode?

#Tait rhymes with hat #Good times #Dr Who #60th Anniversary #23 November 2023 #Instagram

[rebeccasteventaylor]

Right, time for my to dive into episode 3, so my incoherent rambling thoughts will now follow

Coffee shop is playing Radio Gaga

Muriel is so adorably incompetent and she clearly doesn’t want to lie to Aziraphale and he’s so sweet with them. And Crowley is delighted!

Aziraphale makes no objection to Crowley running the bookshop. Obviously he trusts Crowley to do it properly and not sell any books.

Huge gasp! Ok, so in opening titles and in Maggie’s shop there is a poster for Stairway to Heaven, the American title for A Matter of Life and Death, the Powell/Pressberger film about a man in trial in Heaven to return to his love. This episode is called I Know Where I’m Going which is another Powell/Pressberger film, about a woman who falls in love with someone she isn’t supposed to love, against all her plans. The man’s family is under a curse and the curse turns out to be when they fall in love they fall in love forever.

Ok, so Crowley refers to Gabriel’s beauty (when looking at the statue) and Aziraphale gives him a very perturbed look.

Scottish David Tennant doing a variety of very fake Scottish accents here is a dazzling example of how that man controls his voice.

Aziraphale gives himself a Scottish name (McFell) but doesn’t even bother to try a Scottish accent.

Oh god, Aziraphale always has his heart wrenched every time he meets someone poor and damaged by life. Like he feels god and the angels have abandoned them and he feels it’s wrong but can’t question it.

Ooh , the starting everyone off equal conversation from the book!

Aw, the Bentley is playing Danse Macabre for Aziraphale. A distinctly demonic piece of classical music.

So Crowley comes through the radio to chat to Aziraphale just as Satan once came through to chat to Crowley.

Yellow Car! (Hello Arthur)

The mountains are tartan and there’s a monster in the Loch…

Beelzebub’s eagerness to find Gabriel is very different now…she seems worried.

So Crowley is moving books around the bookshop? Apart from the moments where he casts them aside, I presume he’s doing what Aziraphale would do? So he knows Aziraphale’s plan for the bookshop?

There really was a Mr Dalrymple at Edinburgh university but I don’t know if this was him and did just ask him to call him Doctor?! Really going for the Doctor Who references this season.

I see Aziraphale has to ask Crowley to freeze people. He does often enough that now he just hints and Crowley does it.

Aziraphale doesn’t like the whisky but by the time of the events in S1 he is happily pouring a whisky out for both him and Crowley.

Oh dear. Aziraphale hearing about the 7 year old who died. His faith is tested so much.

So the pub owner read both Beelzebub and Gabriel as Masons?

The laundanum is made by C.M.O.T. Dibbler! Another Pratchett reference!

Teeny tiny Crowley and then giant Crowley - it’s all very Alice in Wonderland

Crowley playing the Angel role!

Aziraphale holding up drunk Crowley and calling him kind - definitely smitten. Is it just me or is there a lot more touching and holding than last season?

And then Hell steals Crowley and the next time he sees Aziraphale he asks for Holy Water to protect them both from Hell.

Thing is - if Hell was watching him do that good deed they might have known he was with Aziraphale. Perhaps he had to spend all that time convincing Hell he wasn’t working with Aziraphale, that they weren’t friends.

Aziraphale isn’t afraid of those thugs at all. In the book he ‘takes care’ of Mafia thugs. He obviously can protect himself when Crowley isn’t around.

Crowley doing his own version of Aziraphale’s not selling any books when he answers the phone.

Hmm, it looks like Aziraphale replaced the British flag wallpaper on the phone with a Scottish flag. I wonder if that’s a reference to Scotland leaving the Union?

Ok, the newspaper headlines in this one (and it looks like one of the less reliable papers) has Elvis Kidnapped By Aliens Because He Made Such Good… the other word is cut off but probably burgers as we know he works in a burger place. And the other headline is Pope Missing.

Crowley is so delighted his plan works. He’s very invested in the love story of Maggie and Nina.

I presume whatever Gabriel is saying in this bit is from the Bible but I can’t find the exact quote. It sounds like Revelations.

Very much enjoying that inbetween Shax and Crowley threatening each other he’s explaining to her how to fix the boiler in his old flat.

Oh, very protective of Aziraphale Crowley! My darling!

Oh dear, Crowley saying ‘it’s always too late’

#good omens #good omens 2 #good omens 2 spoilers

[evegwood]

NOOOO i am too late to the party, can I still submit my ask? If the inhibit cast could speak any other language other than English, which one would it be?

Haha don't worry, I'm always happy to answer questions and this is a fun one!

A few of the characters already know another language - David knows British Sign Language fairly fluently, though he definitely has a hearing "accent" (less fluid signing, tendency to use English constructions rather than the way a fluent BSL user would phrase something, difficulty reading fast fingerspelling). He also understands Urdu because his mum is Pakistani but isn't as good at speaking it.

Like a lot of kids in the UK, the Earl kids were taught some German but wouldn't be able to say anything other than like "Ich lebe im Vereinigten Königreich" and "Scheisse" because language education is here is terrible and even worse at Earl.

Masha speaks textbook French because she's a swot and would learn Russian if she could because her adoptive family is originally from Russia.

Nate is Chinese-American (born in San Francisco, moved to the UK when he was really young) so he'd be like oh yeah one day I'm totally going to learn Chinese. And you'd ask if he would learn Cantonese or Mandarin and he'd be like what.

Paulina's family is Polish but she wouldn't be much interested in learning it. She doesn't plan on going to Poland any time soon. Same with Julia, she'd have no interest in learning Scottish Gaelic, it's too hard and stumbling through German articles has put her off language-learning.

If Vic had to learn a language he'd probably prefer to study BSL properly - his signing is pretty poor comparatively and he wouldn't be able to hold any sort of conversation with another BSL user beyond the basics, it's like a cobbled-together sign language based on library books and what David has taught him. Otherwise he'd be much more interested in learning the history of another country than its language.

#asks #anonymous

[bustyasianbeautiespod]

[VD: A 26-second video of David Tennant playing a detective in Broadchurch and then Gracepoint, the American remake of Broadchurch.

In Broadchurch, he uses his Scottish accent. The camera focuses on him the whole time, cutting briefly to Ellie and his coworkers listening. He stalks into the precinct and shouts, "For God's sake! Bloody Twitter! These people's lives have been destroyed, and now our incompetence has made it worse. Think what we have to do now to rebuild trust there!" He puts his hands on his hips and asks with controlled rage, "Who told the journalist?"

In Gracepoint, Tennant uses a very bad American accent. He shoves a door open and storms into a room, shouting, "Who told that journalist?" The scene cuts to a woman in a grocery store parking lot punching her car and then sinking down and crying against it. Tennant continues shouting, "Their families' lives are destroyed, and now we screw up and make it worse! Who was it?!" The camera cuts from his coworkers' reactions to a woman kicking and punching a locker repeatedly as he shouts, "Why should they trust us now?" /end VD]

#as mentioned in ep 6! #the thing is. who told that jurnalist. #mentioned #Youtube

[akajustmerry]

hello merry!! love your work and i cannot wait to finally catch up on the pod when i have some time!! i always love reading (and hearing) your opinions on media and i would love to hear you talk abt much ado abt nothing and your favourite adaption of it!

thank youuu 🥰 my favourite is a big tie honestly because I obviously LOVEEEEE David and Catherine as benedick and beatrice in the 2013 one and the staging/prop work/costuming is ingenius and extra points to josie rourke for letting david be Scottish for that adaptation. my Scottish genes are always delighted to hear his natural accent BUT I NEEEEED MORE PEOPLE TO SEE THE 2019 VERSION.

the 2019 Shakespeare In The Park version of much ado with an all Black cast starring Danielle Brooks and Grantham Coleman as Benedick and Beatrice is so fucking funny. Their verbal jousting is DELICIOUSLY smooth. Especially their delivery of "against my will I am sent to invite you to dinner" sequence. When Beatrice overhears the girls talking about Benedick's feelings for her, Danielle hides in the audience and it's BRILLIANT!

Also, Danielle's Beatrice is my favourite I've ever seen anywhere, even miles more than Catherine's. I just adore the sincere loving rage Danielle gives Beatrice like when she asks Benedick to kill Claudio it's not even funny because you can feel how much she loves Hiro. the way Danielle plays that scene is so gut wrenching and it makes Benedick's "live well, love me and mend" just that much more beautiful because her pain is so real and the conflict of her feeling so happily in love with Benedick but so much rage for Hiro is sincerely portrayed I just adore her!!! Danielle is so fucking good I wish more people hyped up her 2019 performance 💕

Also huge shout out to the local production I saw in Sydney in 2020 which was not the most amazingly acted or staged BUT they did slightly rewrite the ending so that Hiro doesn't marry Claudio and tells him he's an ass, AND kinda hinted she and Don Pedro have a little somethin somethin and instead of a wedding they just all had a party to be like "finally benedick and beatrice stopped being idiots!" it was so great!

tbh I find something to love about all versions of much ado because i just love it so fucking much. like I even love the joss whedon film because that's the power of benedick and beatrice and that's the power of the fact that Shakespeare basically perfected the rom com with them.

#anon #much ado about nothing

[scatterghosts]

Good Omens s2e3 spoilers

Well, I think mayhaps I caught a glimpse of THE spoiler last night.... but, I'm not sure. I'll believe it when/ if I see it.

Anyways, thoughts from this wonderful episode!

Poor Nina, everyone cares about her love life. I'd be tetchy too.

MURIEL OH MY GOSH AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!! I LOVE HER SO MUCH 😭😭😭😭😭😭 and watching her interact with Aziraphale and Crowley was both hilarious and heartwarming, what a sweetheart. ("I've been on earth, like, 200 years." Her smile is like sunshine!!)

I love how supportive Aziraphale and Crowley are of each other. How Crowley considered telling Aziraphale that he'd sold his books but decided against it. How Crowley wanted to tell Aziraphale his clever plan. How pleased Aziraphale was when Crowley told him "good work". And the way Aziraphale looked at Crowley when Crowley said "don't hesitate to ask if you have any more questions about love!"

Those flies that keep showing up are very suspicious, but I'm not sure what to make of it. Actually, a lot of things are suspicious. With all these clues, I can tell that they're important but I have no idea what they are pointing to.

I love Crowley's enthusiasm for matchmaking. "Va-voom!" The rainstorm almost worked...darn awning. Since they've tried Crowley's plan, are they going to try a ball next? (I hope so!)

I can't believe Aziraphale drove the car!! Oh my gosh. Yellow, Aziraphale? Really? Pffft I love you

I love Aziraphale snooping around finding clues. He's really channeling his inner Sherlock Holmes and having such a good time. "Skinny lowdown" my word I love him so much

Gabriel's weird prophecy is a little freaky. What is getting closer? The real end of the world? The "big one" Crowley predicted? Or the "terrible thing" Gabriel was trying to escape? What could be so bad?

What was up with that miracle? Gabriel must have done it, right? What did he do, make himself human? I love how he's messing around with gravity. Also, that Crowley can't remember why gravity exists, only that it seemed like a good idea at the time.

I'm quite fond of Elspeth.

(So THAT'S what was in the pickled herring barrel.)

I wonder if this Mr. Dalrymple guy has to do with the witchfinder Dalrymple, or maybe Mr. Gaiman just likes the name Dalrymple. It's a good name.

Poor Wee Morag. :(

You can tell David Tennant was having an absolute blast getting to use his Scottish accent— "a nice set of gnashers"— and the whole laudanum scene!!! That looks like so much fun to act. Crowley would have been an excellent angel— the weirdest, most Scottish angel of all.

What is up with Beelzebub? Why do they care about Gabriel?

Aziraphale blessing Twitter, pfffttt.....that didn't age well. Maybe Grindr got extra blessings.

Shax is getting a little more scary. But she asks Crowley about the boiler in between threatening him lol I love that

Poor Jim/ Gabriel, he has no idea what he's done wrong

I loved Crowley being so protective of Aziraphale and also felt very bad for him.

Anyways, I'm so excited for the next episode! Tomorrow night!!!!

#good omens 2 #good omens season 2 #good omens #gos2 spoilers #gos2e3

[scotianostra]

When we talk about brave people, in my eyes few can surpass the bravery of Jane Haining, who was born on June 6th 1897 in Dunscore, Dumfries &  Galloway.

It’s only in the past few years that Jane Haining has justifiably, been given her place in history, I’ve know of her story for a number of years, thanks mainly to the small plaque on The Vigil Monument on Calton hill.

Jane lost her mother at the age of five and grew up a determined, capable woman. She worked for ten years in a threadmaker’s in Paisley, but at a meeting in Glasgow about the Jewish Mission she turned to a friend and said, prophetically: ‘I have found my life-work.’ She got the call to work at a Church of Scotland mission to the Jews in Budapest in 1932.

Famous for her broad Scots accent, she was popular with the 400 children, a mix of Christians and Jews, attending the school. Many were orphans, from broken or poverty-stricken homes, while others were sent simply because they got an excellent education from the Scots.

She loved her little ones. In one letter, she wrote: 'We have one nice little mite who is an orphan and is coming to school for the first time. She seems to be a lonely wee soul and needs lots of love. We shall see what we can do to make life a little happier for her.’

Another letter read: 'We have one new little six-year-old, an orphan without a mother or a father. She is such a pathetic wee soul to look at and I fear, poor lamb, has not been in too good surroundings before she came to us .. she certainly does look as though she needs heaps and heaps of love.’

She was in Scotland on leave when World War 2 broke out, but immediately undertook the hazardous journey back to Budapest to help the Jewish children.

Later the missionaries were ordered back to Scotland to safety when the Nazis invaded Hungary in 1944. Jane Haining disobeyed and remained to take care of her children. 'If these children need me in the days of sunshine’, she said, 'how much more do they need me in the days of darkness?’ Her sister Nan O'Brien later recalled: 'It was no surprise that she refused to come back. She would never have had a moment’s happiness if she had come home and left the children.“

During the war the Nazi brutality accelerated with murder, violence and terror and the little Jewish children were increasingly under threat. Jane protected them to the best of her ability.

Jane Haining was denounced to the Nazi authorities and SS men raided the place early in May. They searched her office and her bedroom, gave her 15 minutes to get ready and took her away. She was thrown in jail on charges of British espionage and helping Jews. She was accused of working among Jews and of weeping! She wept as she had to sew the yellow stars of David onto the dresses of her children ..

One of her former wards later recalled: 'I still feel the tears in my eyes and hear in my ears the siren of the Gestapo motor car. I see the smile on her face while she bade me farewell. I never saw Miss Haining again, and when I went to the Scottish Mission to ask the minister about her, I was told she had died. I did not want to believe it, nor to understand, but a long time later I realised that she had died for me, and for others. The body of Miss Haining is dead, but she is not alone, because her smile, voice and face are still in my heart.’

Jane Haining was deported along with some of her Jewish children to the death camp Auschwitz. In three months 1,300,000 were liquidated in Auschwitz, among them No. 79467, Jane Haining, who refused to reject her children and showed herself to be a saint. She died for her beliefs and was gassed along with a batch of Hungarian women on August 16th, 1944, at the age of 47.

Because Jane Haining was a British citizen and passport-holder, the Church of Scotland was sent her death certificate from Auschwitz: 'Miss Haining, who was arrested on account of justified suspicion of espionage against Germany, died in hospital, July 17, of cachexia brought on by intestinal catarrh.’

In 1997 Yad Vashem, the Holocaust Martyrs and Heroes Memorial in Jerusalem, awarded Jane Haining a medal and a place among the Righteous Among the Nations for her selfless dedication to the children. The award was presented to her sister, Nan O'Brien of Londonderry, Northern Ireland, by the Israeli Ambassador to Britain at a ceremony in Glasgow.

She is remembered in the stained-glass windows of Queen’s Park Church in Glasgow and at the Church in Dunscore, as well as a memorial there, as seen in the pics, in book form. A plaque remembers her aerected by the Budapest Jewish community, 1984.Vorosmarty utca 51, Budapest. Jaane is also remebered on  Jerusalem Yad Vashem Memorial Hall of Names

In 2017 Jane Haining was honoured by the city of Budapest being the focus of a new exhibition in the Holocaust Memorial Centre. Zoltan Toth-Heinmann, the centre spokesman stated that he was determined to ensure that as many people as possible learn about Haining, who was posthumously honoured by the British Government for "preserving life in the face of persecution”

#Scotland #scottish #Auschwitz #world war two #nazi #The Holocaust #history #rip

[sugdenlovesdingle]

Gone swimming (AO3)

Single dad Robert takes his adorably cheeky son to swimming lessons and didn‘t expect the teacher to be that hot.

A/N: based on this post

A/N 2: I thought I'd post it like this too since the 'original' version is hidden in reblogs

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"With all this water around the village, he should learn to swim." Robert reasoned while filling in the sign up form for Seb. "You know I fell into the river as a kid and nearly drowned, I don't want that happening to him."

"Of course not. But you've only just moved in two days ago. You haven't even unpacked yet." Vic argued. "If you wait until the summer we can teach the boys together. David and I can take Harry and Theo too."

"Just sign them up now." Robert shrugged, looking over the form to make sure he'd filled everything in correctly. "It's never too early for them to learn." He handed the form back to the woman behind the desk. "Don't you agree?"

"Oh uh, yes, yes, absolutely. My youngest is six... I should sign her up too, come to think of it."

"Better hurry up then Vic, looks like the class is filling up quick."

"I can email you a form if you like. If you just give me your contact information."

"I'll have to discuss it with my partner. I'll know where to find you when we want to sign our kids up." Vic settled on.

"When do the lessons start?" Robert asked, pulling the woman's attention back to the matter in hand. "Or can he just join in?"

"I have two openings. One on Thursday evening and one on Saturday morning."

"I think we'll go for Saturday morning."

That Saturday Robert dragged an unhappy four year old to the pool.

"You're going to love it. There are lots of other kids and I bet your teacher is really nice."

"Are you coming too?"

"I'll stay and watch the whole time, I promise."

"But you have to swim too." Seb insisted.

"It's for kids only. And I already know how to swim." Robert explained again. They'd been having the same discussion since he'd first told Seb about his swimming lessons.

"You can show me how!"

Robert mentally rolled his eyes at his son.

"Just give it a try today. If you really don't like it, we'll think of something else."

"I really don't like it."

"Nice try. If you really don't like it afterwards, we'll talk. Now come on, let's get you changed into your swimming gear or you'll be late for your first lesson."

Fifteen minutes later Seb was happily splashing in the shallow end of the pool with a boy his age he'd just met and declared his new best friend.

Robert himself had changed into shorts and a t shirt and convinced himself to take a seat on the bench next to the pool instead of going into the water. Though he watched Seb like a hawk, ready to jump in if necessary.

"First time?" A woman with a thick Scottish accent asked him as she sat down next to him.

"Is it that obvious?"

"Only a little. But don't worry, my nephew teaches this class, your son is in good hands."

Robert nodded and bit his tongue to stop himself from mentioning the woman's nephew was also late.

As if on cue a man carrying a bunch of pool noodles and other floaties walked over to the other side of the pool and put his supplies down, before taking off his flip flops and getting into the water with the kids.

He introduced himself as Aaron and let everyone introduce themselves too, and then turned around to where Robert was sitting along with some of the other parents.

"I'm Aaron, I promise I'll keep a close eye on all of them." He smiled and Robert suddenly felt like he was 15 again with his first crush on a boy.

He had a nice smile, gorgeous blue eyes, and Robert would be lying if he said he didn't like the way he filled out his uniform.

Aaron put the kids through some floating exercises and when he asked for a volunteer to go into the deep end with him, Seb was the first to raise his hand.

The deep end still wasn't very deep but Robert could tell Seb was getting scared when his toes couldn't touch the bottom of the pool anymore.

"Don't worry, I've got you." Aaron told him, keeping a hand on him at all times. "Nothing is going to happen. I won't let it. Just try to do the same as we did over there."

Seb nervously glanced over at Robert who tried to hide his death grip on the bench.

"Is that your dad?" Aaron asked, trying to get Seb to focus on him instead of panicking. "Is your mum here too?"

"I only have a dad." Seb told him.

"Yeah? Well then do you want to show your dad what you can do?"

After a beat Seb nodded, and with Aaron's help, he floated from one end of the pool to the other.

Coming to a stop right at Robert's feet.

"See? You did it!" Aaron said, giving Seb a high five.

"Did you see that daddy?" Seb asked excitedly.

"Yeah. It was great." Robert told him. "Your teacher is pretty great, isn't he?"

Aaron smiled up at him.

"Just doing my job."

He helped Seb swim back to the rest of the group and continued his lesson.

By the end of the hour, the kids were tired but when Aaron told them they could play in the shallow end of the pool until the next group was ready to start, none of them seemed to remember that.

Seb was playing with the same boy as before and Robert made a note to figure out which parent he belonged to so they could set up a playdate.

He went over his schedule in his head so he could suggest a day to the other parent when suddenly someone sat down next to him. He hadn't even noticed the woman from earlier had gotten up.

"So. How are the nerves?"

Robert turned his head and looked right into a pair of sparkling blue eyes.

"What?"

"Most parents are nervous the first time... but I was worried you were going to go right through this bench the way you were gripping it."

"Oh... uh... yeah... I uhm... I guess I'm a little over protective."

"I noticed."

"It's not that I don't trust you or anything." Robert rushed to say. "It's just... it's his first lesson and we just moved here and it's just the two of us because his mum couldn't take care of him and... and... you don't care about any of that... Sorry."

Aaron laughed.

"Don't worry, it's fine. I always like meeting new people." He looked Robert up and down, obviously checking him out. "Especially if they're as cute as you."

Before Robert's brain had processed what had just happened, Aaron was back in the water and making the kids help him gather their supplies.

The next few Saturdays, Robert did his best to focus on Seb's progress but his eyes were constantly drawn to Aaron.

Aaron whose blue eyes were going to be the death of him. Aaron whose uniform clung to him in all the right places when wet. Aaron who the kids all adored. Aaron who was fast becoming Seb's favourite person, and by week 4 they were the first to arrive before the lesson and the last to leave.

Robert had promised Seb a pizza and milkshake after his lesson, and for once didn't mind the long wait until their food was done. He'd hoped Aaron would come into the cafe for lunch too and he'd have a chance to talk to him about something other than swimming lessons. Only after almost an hour, there was no sign of Aaron, Seb had finished his lunch, and there really was no reason for them to hang around any longer.

So Robert had gathered their stuff and the two started to make their way home.

"Aaron!" Seb suddenly yelled when he spotted the other man in the car park, and ran over to him.

"Hey Seb, you did good today mate. Maybe we can move you up to a more difficult lesson soon."

"Is that with you too?"

"Yeah, just a little later."

"Can I, dad?" Seb asked Robert who had just caught up with them.

"Uh.. we'll see..."

"Are you going home now?" Seb asked Aaron.

"Yep. I'm done for today." Aaron replied. "What about you, are you going home too?" He looked over Seb's head at Robert.

"Dad is taking me to auntie Vic's because he has to work." Seb told Aaron. "He's always working."

"Someone has to pay for your new trainers and your swimming lessons." Robert reminded him.

"He's so boring." Seb whispered at Aaron, a little too loudly.

Aaron laughed.

"I don't know, I think he's pretty interesting. I reckon he knows how to have fun."

Robert looked Aaron in the eye and tried to think of a reply he could say in front of Seb.

"Maybe you can be daddy's friend. He doesn't have any friends."

"Seb!"

"Yeah, I'd like that." Aaron replied and turned to Robert. "Give me your phone, I'll put my number in."

Robert hesitated for a second but then handed the other man his phone.

"Maybe we could go for a drink some time?" he asked Aaron. "This one can sleep over at my sister's... So I won't have to rush home..."

"Sounds good. Text me."

"Right. Yeah. I will."

"Alright. See you around." Aaron said and walked away to his car, leaving Robert and Seb to go find theirs.

By the time Robert had put Seb's stuff in the boot and made sure the boy was properly strapped in, he felt his phone buzz in his pocket.

He got behind the wheel and quickly checked it. A text from an unknown number. He knew who it was from before he even opened it.

Hey this is Aaron. I live in Mill cottage. Come over for pizza and beer tonight?

Robert wanted to reply but then another text came through.

Or we could skip straight to dessert.

#robron #robron fic #aaron dingle #robert sugden #my writing

[hummingbird-of-light]

Against All Odds

Part 371

McCoy

McCoy followed next to his father as they all headed for the dining room. He was glad to see David was still looking more and more like his old self.

“How are your new classes?” David asked.

“They’re good,” McCoy smiled. “Challenging, but I like them. The more I do and read the more I do really think I want to be a doctor.”

David nodded and smiled. “I hope you will.”

McCoy looked up sharply at his father’s words. Was there something more to them? He didn’t get much farther in his thoughts as his mother suddenly appeared and embraced him tightly.

“Oh dear, it’s so good to see you!” Eleanor said.

McCoy hugged her back. “You too Mother.”

The queen pulled back and gently frowned as she brushed a hand up across the scar on his forehead.

“It’s already faded quite a bit,” he told her.

“I’m sure it will become unnoticeable soon,” she reassured him. She turned to Scotty and smiled brightly. “Halò! Ciamar a tha thu?”

Scotty’s cheeks got pinker and McCoy saw Robbie’s head whip around at the Scottish words.

“Ye’ve been practicing,” Scotty smiled. “I’m good, thank ye.”

Eleanor pulled him for a hug. “We’re glad to see you again. And you Jim,” she said, releasing Scotty and turning to the blond boy.

Spock had moved to greet his own mother.

“And you must be Robbie,” Eleanor said finally, making her way to where the younger Scott stood close to Leah. “Welcome; we’re so glad you could come.”

“Aye, thank ye ma’am,” Robbie’s face flushed red again at the queen’s words.

“Eat, drink,” Eleanor encouraged. “We’ll have dinner later and that lovely cake, but for now enjoy yourselves. Relax. Show Robbie around; make yourselves at home.”

“Can do!” Jim said and began making his way up and down the table, adding things to a plate he had picked up.

“Have fun boys,” David said. “We’ll see you at dinner.” With that he took Eleanor’s arm and they left. Amanda followed eventually after she and Spock finished talking.

McCoy made his way to the table and grabbed a cookie. He looked at his sister who was practically glowing next to Robbie.

“Do they know?” he asked when she finally looked at him. He had the satisfaction of seeing his sister blush for once.

“No,” she said quietly. “I mean to tell them this weekend.”

“Bout time,” McCoy said back.

“Time for what?” Jim asked, before shoving half a cookie in his mouth.

“Jim, have ye not figured it out?” Scotty chuckled.

“What did I miss now?” he laughed. “Oh!” he said a moment later as Leah kissed Robbie.

“I did not know either ashayam,” Spock said.

Robbie’s blush climbed to his ears as Leah moved back and held his hand.

Jim looked between the two pairs of Scotsmen and royals, a quirk in his smile. “So is it something in the Scottish water or…?”

“Oh shut up laddie,” Scotty laughed.

They had all settled around the table finally.

“No really,” Jim said, still grinning, “is it the accent or something? How did you two even happen?” he asked Robbie and Leah. “You’ve met once? Twice?”

“Phone calls exist Jim,” Leah said with an eyeroll.

“Is that why you disappear in the evenings?” Jim asked in surprise at Robbie.

“Maybe,” was all Robbie replied.

“Ok. Who else is secretly dating that I don’t know about?” Jim looked around the table. “Keenser and Jaylah? Christine and you two?” Jim looked at McCoy and Scotty and grinned.

McCoy rolled his eyes and Scotty laughed.

“Please keep it quiet though Jim,” Leah asked. “I’ll tell Mother and Father this weekend, but it doesn’t need to be out in the world yet.”

“Of course,” Jim promised.

“Your secret is ours,” Spock agreed.

“Wouldn’t that be a press field day?” McCoy said sarcastically.

“Aye,” Scotty chuckled. “The two Scottish lads who charmed the royal siblings.” He grinned at his brother. “They’d say we’re running a scam.”

“Maybe we are,” Robbie laughed. Leah hit at him playfully.

“Well, I’m not,” Scotty said firmly, and pushed his knee against McCoy’s in their familiar, comfortable way. McCoy smiled and reached for Scotty’s hand.

Part 372

Scotty

The small group ate and drank for quite some time, chatting about this and that.

Leah, sitting next to Robbie, held the young Scotsman's hand and smiled dreamily at him. How nice it must be for both of them to finally show their feelings in front of others?

"I still can't believe it," Jim said, staring at the couple.

"Oh, believe me, you'd believe it if you caught them both in Pike's office," Leonard replied with a grin and Leah immediately slapped him.

"Lenny!"

Jim, however, was already bright-eyed.

"What, what was going on in Chris's office?"

He looked from one to the other, while Spock shook his head almost disapprovingly.

"Ashayam, it's none of our business."

But Jim waved it off.

"Shh, I want to hear this."

Robbie was blushing, and even Leah's face had embarrassment written all over it.

"Let's just say... they've had a few more kisses," was all Scotty said. He certainly wouldn't give away any details.

Jim's eyes widened in surprise.

"Was there something more between you two? In Pike's office?!"

"Didn't you say something about birthday presents? Where are they?"

Leah literally jumped up from her chair. She really needed to change the subject.

Leonard laughed and Scotty smiled gently. He was curious how Leah would react to Robbie's gift. The brothers had finished it just in time.

"Aye, we'll get them."

Scotty stood up and the other boys followed him. They quickly retrieved the packets they had left in a bag in the entrance hall and returned to Leah.

The princess stared at the presents that her guests placed in front of her on the table, which already held opened gifts from the royal couple.

"Mine first!"

Jim grinned and pointed to a colorful package. Leah shook it, but couldn't hear anything.

When she opened it, Scotty could see her blush.

"Jim!"

The blond just laughed and quickly Leonard stood next to his sister and looked into the package.

"You..."

"Come on, Leah. You like it."

"What is it?" now Scotty wanted to know too, and Leah pulled out a rather skimpy swimsuit.

Scotty shook his head. Yes. This was clearly a gift from Jim.

"How dare you!"

Robbie looked almost indignant, but Jim just laughed.

"Hey. When I bought this, I didn't know about you two! And Leah just loves to swim." He shrugged.

Leah, who had also apparently regained her composure, put the swimsuit back in the package and smiled.

"Don't worry, Robbie. Jim will never see me in it, guaranteed," she said with a wink and Robbie blushed and nodded.

"So, moving on..."

Leonard couldn’t get to the next present fast enough.

Jim’s gift was followed by books from Spock and Scotty and a few games and movies from Leonard.

And then it was time for the smallest present.

"This... is from me."

Robbie stepped closer and Leah looked at him, smiling. She grabbed the small gift, revealing a casket as she unwrapped it.

"What..."

"Open it."

Carefully, Leah opened the box and her eyes went wide.

It was the necklace Scotty and Robbie had worked on every night.

"The pendant is connected to this bracelet."

Robbie pointed to his wrist.

"When you touch it, the bracelet lights up. And the other way around."

Leah blinked. Were those tears in her eyes?

"Oh Robbie..."

#star trek #montgomery scott #leonard mccoy #scones #au #against all odds #oh jim

[itlivesinthecave]

It Lives MCs plus One

Emma Isolde O'Dell

- 6 ft 5

-Goes by her middle name.

- Ethnically Irish.

- Creative and genuinely sweet but could be very dry.

- LI is Lucas Thomas.

- Wanted to be a nature photographer.

- Her parents are Peter and Paula O'Dell. They're both involved in scientific fields, Peter is a Herpetologist and Paula makes star maps.

- Has two much older siblings, Ryan and Eoin.

- Her cousin Callum also lives with her family for Several Reasons, most of them having to do with his dad being a dick. More on him at the bottom.

- Ryan (first name is Eliza) is a bookbinder, lives in a cabin in a town called Rosewood (between Pine Springs and Westchester), and regularly comes into contact with the power. She reacts to power monsters/cultists with apathy and varying levels of violence.

- Ryan is a year older than Connor and they consider each other best friends.

- Isolde and Ryan are close and are considered the family disappointments. Isolde, because she's not left brained and Ryan, because she's not traditionally feminine and is also a bit of an asshole.

- Eoin is an engineer and is very boring and straight-laced. Lives in Portland and is married with three kids. Aged 35.

- Eoin is The Golden Child. Doesn't get along with either of his siblings (or his cousin) and particularly dislikes Isolde.

- Isolde sacrificed herself for Noah.

Roberta "Bobbie" Vance

- 5 ft 5.

- Irish American/Chinese American.

- Her middle name is June, after her birth month. Her bio father picked it.

- A huge dork. Bobbie tends to be dramatic and would not survive a horror movie.

- Feels guilty about Kyle's death.

- LI is Tom Sato.

- Was working towards a degree in zoology and wanted to be a zoo vet.

- has a few half siblings on her dad's side but only knows her brother Guy (because their shared bio father is almost comically uncreative) aged 29.

- Guy lives in Ithaca, NY and works as a bartender. Was unable to take Elliot or Bobbie in due to issues with space and not having time to find new housing so he could take them.

- Elliot loves Guy and is closer to him than Bobbie is.

- Survives and gets trapped under the lake.

Margaret Theresa Adair

- 4 ft 11.

- Scottish, was born in Scotland and immigrated to the states at six. Would go back regularly for visits.

- Her nickname is Peggy.

- Genuine personality mixed with sarcasm.

- LI is Abel.

- Studying to be a Botanist with a minor in business. Wants to own a flower shop but promised Amalia she'd get a degree first.

- Her parent's names were Duncan and Tori. Adair. Duncan was a crab fisherman and Tori was a pediatric nurse.

- Annie was a surprise baby. Peggy's parents were told it was unlikely they ever could have more children by doctors. The little girl was a welcome miracle.

- Annie wanted to be a radiologist.

- Peggy liked to carry Annie around in a sling as a baby and would still give her piggyback rides whenever possible.

- Has a noticeable Scottish (Glasgow) accent.

- Abel is very confused when Peggy says she doesn't know much about her family, especially since Amalia told him she used to go see family every year and still talks to her great-grandmother.

- Her great- grandmother Grace, who Peggy refers to as Gigi, is still in Scotland and is the last living relative. She calls her granddaughter sometimes and is aware of the power, though she tends to think of it as being like ley line Magic (which isnt sentient and just causes good or bad at random).

- Gigi freaking loves Abel. Always asks about him and enjoys talking to him on the phone. He reminds her of her older brother who similarly stepped up after her parents were killed during the war.

- Peggy survives and marries Abel

Callum Benjamin Murphy

- 6 ft 7. A little shorter than Abel.

- Irish, was born in America but lived in Ireland until he was 13.

- His christening name is David and that is the name he uses when going undercover. Noah got used to calling him David when they were traveling and still calls him that, especially when the man is annoying him, which is often.

- Callim is loyal, kind in his own way, and has a strange sense of humor. Likes to tease people he's fond of.

- LI is Noah.

- Wanted to play professional baseball and was on the Westchester high school team. Now he wants to own a sports bar.

- His parents names are William and Jane Murphy. William is an actuary and Jane is a bookkeeper for an office.

- William is intensely frugal and is financially and mentally abusive to his wife and younger children.

- Was sent to live with his maternal aunt and uncle after his father caught Callum giving money to his mother.

- He has five younger siblings: Violet (15), Sean (12), Saoirse (12), Edward (10), and Nellie (6).

- Extremely close with Isolde and looks after her like an older brother. (Even though he is only a week older than her).

- Isn't allowed to drive a car and has a motorcycle.

- Still has a slight accent that gets stronger when he's upset or tired.

- Callum opens a sports bar with Noah.

#it lives in the woods #it lives anthology #it lives beneath #it lives within #abel flint #noah marshall #tom sato #lucas thomas #oc: isolde o'dell #oc: callum murphy #oc: peggy adair #oc: bobbie vance

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tomii hi!! hope you're good and i just wanted to know what you thought about the whole hamilton to ferrari thing? i still don't know much about f1 but even i felt like this was really important 😭 and i love reading anything you say too lol so it's better from you than anyone else 🫶🏽🫶🏽 also unrelated but please talk about tennant's macbeth i'll send another ask if i have to, i'm so curious!! love you and i hope you're doing well!!

hii! sorry for the late response

honestly i don’t think the reality of lewis moving to ferrari has well and truly set in. it’s just a bit confusing for me why he’s doing it cause merc doesn’t stink that badly and ferrari isn’t that good either. i don’t have anything insightful to say it’s just kinda like ‘wait is this seriously happening?’

spoilers for david tennant’s macbeth under the cut i guess??? can you really spoil macbeth?

so my drama teacher chose this production for out live performance review and oh my god was it good. like where do i even start

the staging was so good i loved it so much. i liked the like glass enclosure they had behind the stage. it was such an interesting staging decision. the lighting as well was sooo good. it’s such a joy to analyse. the live music they had added so much to the production it would have not been the same without it

someday i wish to be like max webster because only he could’ve come up with the idea to use binaural sound for the whole production. the witches at the beginning??? i jumped i loved them so much

david tennant was so good for the role of macbeth. he’s got a very insane look about him and he plays macbeth really well

on the topic of macbeth, cush jumbo played lady macbeth so well. i loved lady macbeth in this actually. everything about her made her feel like and outsider from her northern accent when the others had scottish accents and the fact she was the only one wearing white. just ugh i love it

malcolm and macduff had bigger roles in this production than others. i wish ross did as well because i love moyo akande but oh well. the time she was on she was really good she’s literally my idol

the actors playing malcolm and macduff must have had bills due during the scene ross comes and tells macduff his wife and kids are dead because that was the make gut wrenching thing i’ve ever watched. noof ousellam (macduff) portrayed macduff’s emotions so well and ros watt (malcolm) really convincingly made himself seem as if he was on the brink of tears

speaking of ros watt, omg ros watt. i loved everything about him. his physicality during the 2nd prophecy, his pleading with macduff, god everything was perfect. ros watt was perfect to play malcolm especially considering he’s smaller than the rest of the cast. just delicious. he’s got those big sad eyes that i love

noof ousellam as well. big massive sad eyes like that’s baby girl (he’s over six feet tall). when he was all up in malcolm’s face shouting, dear god i loved it. my little pea brain starting whirring. something about their height difference does it for me.

this is getting long so let me finish quickly. lady macduff, her screams were fucking bone chilling. the porter was so funny. his actor does really well in comedies. banquo was so fit omg. the child actor they had playing like all the children (and he died so many times poor kid) was surprisingly good as well

i desperately want to write about this version of macbeth/the cast (the guy playing donalbain has a podcast called putting it together and his interviews with the other cast members are really good) but i fear no one actually gives a shit

#sorry for the extended yap #you can really tell i loved ros watt and noof ousellam #i really want to write about them but like no one gives a fuck sooooo #when the recording comes out prepare to be fucking sick of meee #anyway the lewis to ferrari news hasn’t set in and i fear it won’t set in until i see him in a ferrari racing suit #do i tag this f1 tomfoolery? #thank you anon for letting me ramble i love you too #fic material #lowkey #i need an arsenal acting au stat #tomi.txt #🫶🏽 anon #anon asks