Ineffable Life

David Tennant + pets

Bonus:  David’s own pet, Myrtle the Cockapoo

David Tennant + pets/animals - Part Two

[ Part One ]

With thanks to Abandonaditos7 for the peacock video

...and the obligatory photo of David with his own pets, Myrtle and Bernard (care of Georgia's Instagram)

Go off together?→!

The idea of english as a mother tongue is so strange to me, in my head english is how ppl communicate when there's no way in common to communicate, so english as a mother tongue sounds a bit like idk email as a mother tongue ykwim? Like english to me feels like the stuff that's used to fill the empty spaces between languages

Ok English is my native language and unfortunatly the only one I know yet, but this reminds me so much of that passage in Flights by Olga Tokarczuk

Miss Rhode Island, please describe your idea of a perfect date. That’s a tough one. MISS CONGENIALITY (2000) dir. Donald Petrie

You know when Terry Pratchett said 'It doesn't stop being magic just because you know how it works'? Yeah, he meant this.

The mysterious Golden Bullet

Or a take on Aziraphale and Crowley’s Wild West Era

And to this day…

David Tennant and Mark Gatiss - a photoset

These two met and bonded over their mutual love for Doctor Who, and they worked together numerous times down through the years before finally working together on the show that had cemented their friendship (both on “The Idiot’s Lantern”, an episode Mark wrote, and on “The Lazarus Experiment”, an episode that Mark guest-starred in).  Mark was one of the first people David told after getting the role of the Tenth Doctor.

I love fanboy friends.

Mark Gatiss from the Quatermass Documentary: At the end of rehearsal, we had mics in our hair and he (David) said, “We have to get de-mic'ed, I’ve got to tell you something.“  I thought something had gone terribly wrong with the production… and he said, "Chris isn’t coming back to Doctor Who next year."  I said, "Oh God! Really?"  He said, "Yeah, and they’ve asked me,” and it was like, “Oh my God!"  As long as we’ve known each other we’ve talked about how we’d play the Doctor.  It’s our dream come true, so it was extremely sweet. I think he was quite nervous about telling me somehow, as if I’d actually try to kill him and take his TARDIS off him.

Trivia: Mark wrote a part for his friend David in the episode "The Unquiet Dead”, but Russell T. Davies, who was working with David on Casanova and who already had David in mind for the Tenth Doctor, talked Mark into making the mortician character an older man so the part would no longer be appropriate for David – mainly because RTD didn’t want to use David in a small part if he was later going to be the Doctor.

2024 Update: Adding some more photos to this set (originally posted 10 years ago), because I’m always happy to see a long-term friendship thriving:

“can you imagine the faces their children could make” (X)

n-no~ /sobbing

In my headcanon the sheriff would love whatever Stiles would present him as a grandchild.

(original grandthing made by spaggel I just borrowed it)

SCREAMING

GRANPA STILINSKI’S PRECIOUS ANGEL. 

I was crying about this at work today and Spag had to send me fucking this:

“yeah, can you imagine first seeing him?”

And so, Stiles and Derek are not ready for parenthood and are totally freaked out by their weird son:

Derek’s quiet for a long time, staring blankly, before he eventually offers, “This isn’t what I expected.” Stiles frowns down at the baby in his arms. “I know, right? They won’t take it back; I already asked.” Derek leans over him, peering down at the weird little face. It’s unsettling how thick the baby’s eyebrows are. “Are babies born with teeth?” “Not usually,” Stiles replies. “His grody little snaggletooth is creeping me out.“ “His everything is creeping me out,” Derek retorts, dropping into the chair at the side of the bed. “I’m pretty sure this is because you got possessed by that demon.” “Aw, hell no,” Stiles argues. “That thing was in me for like five minutes, tops. This thing - ” he nods toward the baby in his arms ” - you don’t absorb this kind of evil in five minutes. This is like ten years possession minimum.” “What are we going to name him?” “Beats me. Calling him after your dad seems kind of disrespectful to your dad, doesn’t it?” Derek sighed heavily. “He probably would have found this hilarious. I told you my family’s cursed.” He squinted over at Stiles. “You sure it’s even a boy?” “Dude, I’m not sure it’s even human,” Stiles replies. “Seriously, how come shit like this always happens to us?” “Because the universe knows we’ll grin and bear it,” Derek sighs again. “You sure we can’t send it back?“

“No,” Stiles grumbles discontentedly, and straightens as his father steps into the room. He cradles the baby protectively to his chest; even if the thing’s weird as hell, it’s still his. “Whoa, Dad, before you pull out your gun and shoot the baby, I can promise you, with about ninety-percent certainty, that I did not give birth to a cave beast, even though it may look that way. And maybe this is our fault because Derek’s so fricken possessive of his jizz and refused to use a surrogate so we had to resort to black magic and give me a magical womb - so actually this is Derek’s fault, really - this is your grandson. Probably. We’re not too clear on the gender right now.”

The sheriff sighs, as he so often does when confronted with his son’s verbal onslaught, and holds out his hands, a silent give me the child. Stiles puckers his mouth and hands over his son and watches the sheriff’s face cycle through several emotions, ending, bewilderingly, on happiness.

“He’s beautiful,” his father croons, and Stiles looks over, bewildered, at Derek, who mouths He’s not lying. He looks just as perplexed as Stiles. 

“Just wait until Melissa sees him,” the sheriff says cheerfully, pulling his phone out of his pocket and snapping a picture.

“Yeah,” Stiles agrees slowly. He’s already regretting having shown his father how to use the camera on his phone. “Just wait.“

Newly Grandpa’d Stilinski show’s pictures of his most PRECIOUS OF ALL GRANDCHILDREN to who he’s interrogating so that if they look at the face of SUCH AN ANGEL they’ll confess and lead a good life.  

THIS IS THEIR COME TO JESUS MOMENT.

Sorry, Spag, if the first one was stupid, then this one’s just idiotic. I’m going to bed. This is your fault.

They name it Herald. It was supposed to be Harold, after Derek’s grandfather, who Derek says was a weird old man and Stiles says that’s fitting, then, but Stiles was asleep when it came time to fill out the birth certificate and Derek couldn’t remember how to spell Harold, so he sounded it out. 

So their kid’s name is Herald, but mostly they call him It. They don’t tell him it’s because they didn’t even know if he was human when he was born because he may be a little weirdo, but he’s their little weirdo, and they don’t want to stunt his mental health. Stiles almost tells him it’s because they loved The Addams Family, but then he thinks about how Cousin It was a weird thing covered in hair and maybe that’s not a great comparison. 

It creeps them out. He is unnaturally silent, always with this bucktoothed little smile on his face that makes Stiles sure that he and Derek are going to be killed in their sleep. Stiles distinctly remembers playing hide and seek with him when he was young, Stiles and Derek crammed together in a cupboard and Derek mumbled, “I can’t hear his fucking heart,” and then It’s creepy little eye was pressed up to the crack in the door like the killer in a slasher fic and Stiles screamed like a little girl. 

Still, they’re sad when he grows up and heads off to college. He’s still creepy; he’s got bad skin and his heavy eyebrows almost touch in the middle, but they kiss him on the forehead and say “We’ll miss you!” which is probably true. And when he drives off into the battered Jeep, Stiles says to Derek, “I think we just unleashed a hellion unto the world,” and Derek says, “Too late now.” And Stiles does miss him, up until a few days later when he goes to clean It’s room and finds a box of desiccated frog corpses under his bed. 

They don’t hear from It that often, which isn’t unusual, nor unexpected. One time they lost him for a few days and Stiles found him sitting in the attic, perfectly still. He said he’d been counting heartbeats and neither of them really wanted to ask whose. Still, they miss him. Probably.

One morning Stiles goes downstairs and there’s a stranger standing in the living room. It’s near Christmas and he has a vague idea that It should be coming home soon, but he is not prepared for the sight of a handsome young man standing next to the Christmas tree. Stiles screams. 

“That’s It,” Derek says from behind him. 

“Oh my god,” Stiles says. “Where’d our ugly little boy go?“ He’d told It once not to worry about his looks, that everyone starts out awkward. Look at your dad, Stiles said, pointing Derek. He had to grow into those stupid buck teeth and big ears, and It had turned his eyes on Derek and didn’t blink for five minutes. Stiles hadn’t really believed that It would ever, uh, grow into himself, but it appears he was wrong, because his weird kid has turned into a GQ model. “Just like his dad,” Stiles says out loud, and Derek pushes him down the stairs. 

I couldn’t help it….

sorry;;;;;;

It’s back on my dash… And someone made it better. Every time it shows up, I laugh hysterically, and the thing is always longer and better than before.

I will never not reblog this

I’ve been looking for this post for weeks!!!!!!!

DAVID TENNANT in L.A. Without a Map (1998)

And they actually met 😭

https://www.washingtonpost.com/nation/2024/04/09/solar-eclipse-new-york-teacher/

A teacher promised his 1978 class an eclipse party. He just hosted it.

By Kyle Melnick

April 9, 2024 at 5:00 a.m. EDT

Patrick Moriarty and a group of his former students watched the solar eclipse together on Monday in New York. (Caitlin Moriarty Hynick)

'When he started teaching in 1978, Patrick Moriarty passed out worksheets to his science class, showing the trajectories of upcoming eclipses. Only one was expected to pass near their hometown in Upstate New York, but watching it as a class was going to be difficult — it wouldn’t occur for nearly five decades.

“Hey, circle that one on April 8, 2024,” Moriarty recalled telling his students. “We’re going to get together on that one.”

His students laughed. Thinking that far ahead was difficult for Moriarty — let alone for his junior high students.

Still, for years, Moriarty told all of his classes to plan for a gathering that year far in the future. That promise was top of mind when, two years ago, he created a Facebook event and tried to contact his former students.

Moriarty didn’t expect them to remember, but as word spread among former classmates, hundreds expressed interest in the event.

On April 8, 2024, millions in the path of totality experienced momentary darkness and, for some, a moment of transcendence. (Video: The Washington Post)

On Monday, Moriarty fulfilled his promise when about 100 former students watched the total solar eclipse from the driveway of his Rochester, N.Y., home. But ultimately it wasn’t the eclipse that astonished Moriarty — it was his students.

“When teachers go into education, they hope that they can be that kind of teacher that would have an impact on people and make a difference for people,” Moriarty, 68,told The Washington Post. “And this event right here just firmed it up for me that I guess I did okay.”

After graduating from the State University of New York at Geneseo, Moriarty began teaching earth science as a 22-year-old at a junior high school in Webster, N.Y. He built a reputation as a tough but caring instructor.

He stayed after class to tutor students and cracked jokes when they were nervous about tests. His students said he made subjects they had not cared about — cloud formations, wind trajectories and temperature changes — interesting.

For 16 years, Moriarty told his students that he would put an advertisement in their local newspaper, the Democrat and Chronicle, in 2024 with details about the gathering. His students didn’t think much of it.

“The things that you get asked at that age is, ‘Where do you see yourself in five years or 10 years?’” said Kevin Thompson, who took Moriarty’s class in 1982. “To think 40-plus years down the road was almost impossible to comprehend.”

In 1998, Moriarty became a principal of a junior high school in Fairport, N.Y. He never forgot about the plan for the 2024 eclipse, and neither did his students. When he ran into them at local restaurants and stores, he told them they were still going to meet.

By April 2022, sharing events in newspapers wasn’t as common, so Moriarty created a Facebook event and tried to track down his roughly 1,200 former students. He hired a local pizzeria to cater the event.

Within a few months, about 100 former students told him they would attend. Moriarty kept posting updates on Facebook and bought 130 pairs of eclipse glasses.

Moriarty began talking with students he had not seen in more than 40 years. Thompson visited Moriarty a few weeks ago and was surprised by how much shorter his former science teacher seemed — since Thompson had grown a few inches since ninth grade. He still called him Mr. Moriarty.

“This has got to be the longest homework assignment in history,” Thompson, now 56, recalled telling Moriarty.

Moriarty said he didn’t recognize some former students who came to his house Monday, but he remembered most of their names. Many had graduated from high school and college, started careers, gotten married and had children since they last spoke.

Former students traveled from across the country and brought their yearbooks for Monday’s event.

Moriarty was once again the head of the class, this time in a driveway, telling his former students how the sky would appear as if it was nighttime, the temperature would drop and the automatic lights on some homes would turn on.

When the sky darkened, Moriarty said everyone grew quiet, and they were surprised when it suddenly became bright about four minutes later. The sky was cloudy all afternoon, so no one actually saw the moon. That wasn’t important to Moriarty and his students.

“The eclipse itself … took a back seat to what this was all about,” Moriarty said. “The eclipse was my catalyst more than anything.”

As visitors prepared to leave, Moriarty suggested they convene again in two decades, when the next total solar eclipse will occur. Everyone laughed — just like they had in 1978.

American Roadtrip Part 2: Motel Edition! (Part 1)

Sometimes you need to engineer your own fanfic trope. As a treat.

looking for fics about your favorite character on ao3 be like:

dont care

dont care

dont care

what the actual fuck

dont care

ooh that sounds- what the fuck

unfinished

don't care

the best fic ive ever read in my life. this absolutely ruined me and ill never be the same ever again

dont care

Reblogging for the absolute brutal accuracy of this comment

It's a lot healthier to go for a daily walk than to sign up for a gym membership you won't be using because you hate that kind of exercise. It's a lot healthier to eat a frozen meal than to skip a meal because you were too tired to cook something healthy. It's a lot healthier to take a quick shower than to procrastinate an elaborate routine for days. Don't aim so high that you won't be hitting anything!

this is actually really helpful and affirming thanks