“What if they don’t like me?” You break the silence of movie night with the question you’ve asked about a million times. “What if- What if they think I just wanna be with you for the fame or the money or the exposure or-or I don’t know! What are people in a relationship for if they don’t love each other?”
“Well, we wouldn’t know. Because we love each other, remember?” Shawn asked calmly, a smirk on his face.
He found the whole situation hilarious because his family was not only gonna like you, they were gonna love you.
“Oh, right, right. We love each other. Sorry, forgot for a second there.” You rolled your eyes at him in annoyance.
“y/n, just calm down. They are going to love you.” He smiled, bringing you closer to him and kissing the top of your head.
“He came. He left. Nothing else had changed. I had not changed. The world hadn’t changed. Yet nothing would be the same. All that remains is dreammaking and strange remembrance.”
—André Aciman, Call Me By Your Name
David Tennant’s Contributions to Doctor Who Episodes “Partners in Crime Reshoot” Edition
Excerpts from The Writer’s Tale by Russell T Davies and Benjamin Cook:
From an e-mail from RTD dated Friday 19 October 2007: 4.1[Season 4, Episode 1 - Partners in Crime] is cursed! Last night’s filming had been rescheduled from its original date, because of the rain two nights ago, so we ended up shooting the Donna-goes-to-the-TARDIS-with-her-hatbox scene up against a nightclub, with BAM BAM BAM music and crowds of drunk Welsh, literally, yelling. Very loud. On and on and on. The offstage noise is terrible. With David and Catherine soldiering on bravely. Take after take after take. Today, David sent Phil, Julie and me an e-mail, complaining - well, complaining is too strong a word for him. He was just genuinely sad, because it’s a lovely scene and he thinks that their performances were constrained. Ideally, we’ll have to reshoot.
Orig.Poster’s note: This post is part of a series on some of the contributions that David made to episodes of Doctor Who, because he sometimes gets questions about ad-libs or input he may have had to episodes, but he tends to not take credit for his various additions/suggestions - so I figured I’d list some for him. Bless David for speaking up about his concerns and bless Russell T. Davies for taking his lead actor’s concerns to heart and carving out the time and budget for a reshoot. I appreciate how hard they all tried to produce the best show they possibly could. In my opinion David and Catherine were both fantastic in the original scene, but I do believe that the re-shot scene is even better. I’m thankful the original shoot’s footage was included with the deleted scenes on the Series 4 boxed set so we can see the differences.
A late addition for Theron Thursday, but I remembered recently that I had commissioned my awesome and amazing buddy @chocotaur to do a picture of Theron a while back, but realized I had never shared it with the world! Despite knowing nothing about Theron beyond the screencaps I provided him, he managed to capture him in all his snarky, sassy glory.
Now if I could only lure him into the game so we could act like idiots together in a galaxy far, far, away.
Ohkay, can I just fangirl a bit how fantastic this obscure bl visual novel is? 👀
Bittersweet story, horror atmosphere, supernatural parasites, crazy cult, a bit of gore, gorgeous characters, load of feels, the art style and music are just superb~ Got so many nostalgic feels with this…Oh, and from the creators of DmmD. Man… It’s such a delight to see more mature looking characters and tbh I think… If you like Silent Hill and Killing Stalking, then this might be for you too. ;D
harry coming to work one day to see a freshly picked daisy lying on his desk, the next day a yellow acacia with a red ribbon, the third a bouquet of thornless roses in full bloom. there are no cards and the security cameras around and in his room suggest that they’ve been tampered with.
he’s surprised but nevertheless is calm about it all, a reaction that bothers eggsy to no end because he did his research and there’s no way his messages were lost in translation. so he mopes for about 48 hours and in the morning, when he opens his door to an insistent, exceedingly loud knocker, his fatigues show.
a bunch of ambrosias is the first thing to greet eggsy.
“yes, eggsy,” harry says once he lowers the flowers to reveal his face, a shy smile adorned his lips, “i, too, know a sufficient amount of flower language.”
“so you know that i think you’re hot, that i fell in love with you at first sight, and that you want to date me?”
“well, i’m not sure about that last part. but i do know that i want to give you a mistletoe right now.”
clearly the message goes through, because next thing he knows, eggsy’s arms are wound around his neck like a drowning man grabbing hold of a lifebuoy, and together with the assault of warm tea and milk, soft, eager lips meet his own as if to say yes, i’ve been waiting for this forever, yes, i’d love to kiss you, you idiot.