douglas little


From the DVD commentary, episode 3:  

Douglas Mackinnon: Little bit of magic. If you’re careful and you look at the beginning of that shot you’ll discover that Aziraphale isn’t in the car. And then suddenly he is.

Neil Gaiman: Did we magically CGI him or was he just sort of bending down?

Douglas Mackinnon: We CGIed him out. And the other thing that we should know about this car is that the morning that we shot this we - well it was David Tennant - broke the car. He broke the door on Aziraphale’s side, so you couldn’t get in or out of it anymore. It was stuck in, and there was actually a broken window.

Neil Gaiman: Which we had to CGI out.

Douglas Mackinnon: Yeah. So, at the end of the scene - although Aziraphale appears to get out of the car - he can’t.

Neil Gaiman: Because he couldn’t open or close the door.

Douglas Mackinnon: It was a directing cleverness to get him out.


+ how did it happen? (not really David’s fault :))


David Tennant and Michael Sheen (and Neil Gaiman) at the Good Omens Pop-Up Bookshop in Soho

Hi my name is Douglas Fernand Eiffel and I have curly black hair with purple streaks and red tips that i have in a ponytail and icy blue eyes like limpid tears and a lot of people tell me I look like Zach Valenti (AN: if u don’t know who he is get da hell out of here!). [[I’m not related to Gerard Way but I wish I was because he’s a major fucking hottie.]] I havent used any real toothpaste in a while but my teeth are straight and white.  I’m also a communications expert, and I live on to a space station called Hephaestus in the Leo constellation where I’m on my 363rd rotation. I’m cool (in case you couldn’t tell) and I wear mostly black. I love Hot Topic and I buy all my clothes from there. For example today I was wearing a a t-shirt that said “Best Bi” and the stupid blue uniform jumpsuit and no shoes. I was walking outside the comms room. I was wearing black lipstick, white foundation, black eyeliner and red eye shadow.   It was really quiet so there was no disaster, which I was very happy about.  Minkowski and Hilbert stared at me. I put up my middle finger at them.


Patrick visits Shelagh in hospital (6.4)

Shelagh is happy with the pink roses, even though Patrick would have preferred red ones.

A new patient arrives, so visiting time is cut short.

Shelagh: Will you come back tomorrow?

Patrick: I’d sleep in the corridor if they’d let me.

Under Sister Douglas’s watch that is definitely not an option.

mouth full of white lies {Machine Gun Kelly} 1

1. you look like my next mistake

Summary: You’re Douglas Booth’s adopted little sister, a YouTuber moonlighting as an assistant on The Dirt. The fact that your brother’s the lead is a happy accident. Another happy accident? Getting drunk with MGK and becoming fast friends with him. Until, of course, everyone assumes you’re together. What better way to make everyone shut up then by agreeing. Sort of. Okay so you’re not really dating but you’ve got to convince your respective fans that you are. And the rest of the cast and crew. It’s okay, flirting is totally harmless. The feelings? Everything else that comes after? Less harmless.

A/N: we meant to be a much different, much shorter fic for @kellysimagines, but i hope you like it!! fake dating AU. reader is adopted, not blood related!! warnings for drunken-ness.

the brainstrust: @sataninsatin @silvertonguedserpent @juliarose21 @kellysimagines @estxxbritt @machine-gun-casie @siriuslymooned @harringtonstudios @misscharlottelee @narcvissa @hiworlditishumbleme @angelwarner28 @nevilles-insinuations @rumoured-whispers @mgkobsessed @edwardtriggerhandzz @suckerforbarnes @wastelcve @bakerkells @local-troubled-writer @freddiessmallnipples


The fact that you and your brother ended up working on the same project was purely coincidence, and that actually wasn’t a lie. Douglas had landed the role of a lifetime, Nikki Sixx in The Dirt, and was immediately up to his eyes in nondisclosure agreements. You, on the other hand, had been scrolling through Facebook when a friend of yours, Josy, who happened to be an assistant director who had been talking about a ‘huge project for Netflix she wasn’t allowed to discuss’ asked if you wanted to come onboard as her assistant, since you’d proven to be good under pressure and fast on your feet when she had still been filming student projects only a few years ago.

“Hello! Hello and welcome back, ducklings! Today is a ‘Get Ready With Me’ for my flight to New Orleans! Can you believe it? I’m working on a big project and I have to travel - they’re paying for my travel! I’m so excited! This is going to be such a fun project, even though I can’t tell you too much about it just yet. So to start with, I’m going to run you through my every-day shower routing.”

You hadn’t been at the table read, but you had been at rehearsals, had turned up on the first day looking all done up, excited and professional, only to be met with your brother in eyeliner. 

“Duck!” Of course he was elated to see you, grin splitting his face from ear to ear. He calls you by your childhood nickname, he always has, and already you can feel every pair of eyes on you, but you don’t care. The nickname had followed you through life, of course less than a day in the project and it was already spreading. 

Everything making sense after you mention Josy had gotten you the job. She was a mutual friend, had always been fond of the two of you.

This,” you enthuse, clutching your clipboard to your chest, “this is what you’re doing? You’re doing the Motley Crue biopic?” You’re looking at him with stars in your eyes, your talented big brother, who seemed to bring you along for the ride in one way or another. 

And finally he can tell you about it, because damn it had felt like forever since the two of you had spoken simply because he’d been hiding the biggest news in his life from you. 

“Oi, Booths!” You hear Josy’s distinct voice the moment she steps in the rehearsal room, though she’s clearly smiling, “good to see you both, but Doug, I need you up and in the space; I’m running warm ups before we get started. Duck, could you go on a coffee run for me?” She asks it sweetly; she’d picked up the nickname for you years ago from Douglas, and of course it had stuck, not that you minded. With that you’re both off. 

You’d been so distracted by getting to talk to your brother, who had been early just as you had been - there’s something to be said for nature versus nurture, despite not sharing genetics, you certainly shared a sense of punctuality - that you hadn’t even seemed to notice the rest of the cast getting in. But they’re not your job; you just have to keep Josy happy, get her food and drinks when she requested it, and type out emails she dictates. Easy. 

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