steve catherine




Shades of Ten

David Tennant in costume as the Tenth Doctor wearing his own sunglasses
(…the Doctor’s sunglasses look different than David’s)

Excerpt from DWM 408 by Benjamin Cook (during Planet of the Dead filming)

[…] David is more focused on his shades.  “I’ve had my sunglasses on again,” he tells make-up man Steve Smith.  The specs leave a slight mark on the bridge of his nose, requiring a retouch.

“Not again!” sighs Steve.

“Well, it’s bright,” David grins, “and I look cool in them.”

Looking at spoilers for the next​ upcoming episode pissed me off. Please for the love of God, DO NOT LET DANNY GET BACK TOGETHER WITH RACHEL. That is a no no. This woman has tried to keep his child away from him, moved away to another state thousands of miles away from home, LIED ABOUT FATHERING CHARLIE FOR 3 YEARS. What really blows me is some people want them together. I’m like WTF man. Why would anyone want a toxic ass relationship like that? It’s worst than Steve and Catherine getting back together. Either let McDanno happen(I wish), show the guys working on their current relationships, or cast women that has some chemistry with the 2 leads. Why are PL and the writers trying to force these toxic ass relationships is beyond me.


5x25 season finale fix-it

Written by Praemonitus_Praemunitus


Summary: That helicopter scene in season 5 finale was just begging to be rewhumped.  I don’t know much about helicopters, but the shockwave alone from that nuclear blast should have done at least some damage to the machine.  I decided to test my theory, did a bit of research, and… voilà- this story was born.  And while I was at it, I also decided to expand on something Steve said to Danny while they were in that helicopter – that Danny didn’t get to die today because he had reasons to live (his two kids).  Because Steve has a reason to live, too.  And that reason has been sticking to him like glue since S01 episode 1.

“You’re gonna have to jump, Danny!”  

Steve’s voice was barely audible over the ear-splitting whine of the engine and the choppy but loud roar of the helicopter blades and for a moment, for one stupidly optimistic moment Danny actually thought he had misheard him.  That was until he dared to open his tightly squeezed eyes and risk a glance at his partner.  And saw his tense, pale face, the tightly clenched jaw, the white-knuckled grip he maintained on the wildly shaking cyclic stick.

“You’re joking, right?” he tried, swallowing down a dry lump of fear that dropped like a lead stone into the pit of his stomach.  "This is a joke.  Right, Steven? Please, tell me you’re joking.“

Steve threw him a quick glance, a wan, half-crooked smile.  "That shockwave blew out the tail rotor, Danny,” he said, sounding apologetic somehow, as if it was somehow his fault that some self-proclaimed patriot nutjob woke up one morning and decided to fix all of America’s terrorist problems by exploding a goddamn nuclear bomb in downtown Waikiki. “I don’t have enough aft cyclic to pull up.”  

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