Aziraphale carried Crowley into the inn. The demon was still dead asleep and wrapped up – even his face was entirely hidden in the folds of Aziraphale’s hyacinth-colored cloak, and the angel resisted the temptation to push that fur-lined wool back just a little bit so that he could stroke the demon’s dark curling hair.
“I’m sorry, you can’t bring in anyone sick!” the innkeeper began, moving to block the way.
“Oh no, he’s not sick at all. He’s quite healthy, through and through. I doubt the plague could even touch him. Besides, this. This. Er, this is…” Aziraphale panicked for a moment, trying to think up an excuse. “This is…erm, this is…this is my son!”
“I’m not his son,” Crowley’s voice was muffled from beneath the enshrouding cloak.
“Ha ha, that’s exactly the kind of backchat a son would say. My son. These young folks and their jests, really. Now now, my child, behave or I might accidentally drop you.”
“You wouldn’t dare.”
“Quiet, child. The adults are talking.”
Crowley gasped in outrage.
“Anyhow, the poor child fell asleep on my horse, which reminds me, if you could send someone to make sure my palfrey’s watered and fed, I’d appreciate it. I can handle the grooming myself–”
“Did you say horse?” The innkeeper’s ears pricked up at the suggestion of wealth, and then he inspected Aziraphale a little more closely, from the cream-colored silk velvet of his long calf-length pleated houppelandes, the sleeves fashionably scalloped and trimmed with the same pale blue-gray fur lining of the hyacinth cloak to the low slung belt with elaborate metal ornaments of gold-chased bronze and hanging tassels of silk, among which hung a heavy purse. “Come in, come in! Please, did you want a room? You’ll be wanting a room, we got the very best rooms for a man of your standing, Sir…?”
“Ahem, if you must know, I am a knight. Sir Aziraphale, a knight of the crown,” Aziraphale said, resting his hand upon a hilt made of white horn and bound with golden silk cord. “As you can see by my sword.”
“Oh, so that’s what was poking my back,” Crowley said softly, just loud enough for Aziraphale to hear.
Aziraphale went bright red. “And my son who is my squire.” He drew Crowley a bit closer, and whispered into the demon’s ear. “Don’t make me drop you.”
“Yes, I’ll behave. Daddy,” Crowley laughed, looking up into Aziraphale’s flustered, consternated face.
David Tennant 2024: stars in a music video commercial for a whiskey company’s 200th anniversary
Video clip:
[Transcript of the last 30 seconds of this clip, which started with someone asking David Tennant for a recommendation for single malt scotch.
David: I genuinely have got nothing. [to Freema] Do you ever drink single malt scotch?
Freema: I mean technically yeah. I mean technically I don’t know if it’s a single malt though. Yeah I do.
David: I genuinely don’t. I’ve no idea. The only whiskey I drink is Jack Daniel’s. It doesn’t count.
Freema: No
David: I’m a very bad Scotsman.
Freema: I would go for Glenlivet.
End transcript]
Context: I kept the earlier part of the clip in because the person specifically asked David, who had been getting a lot of the questions, but Freema was the one who actually had an answer. And they both had also been getting a lot of “what’s your favorite…” questions and David had been answering that he couldn’t pick one or saying “all of them”😅😂
i don't really mind the whole bigeneration thing but i do have a question plaguing my mind
what happens if 14 dies again? does he just die? does he regenerate into a different 15? would there be two doctors running around both calling themselves the 15th doctor? does he bigenerate again? two 15s and one 14? 14 lives forever through mitosis?
with lines like “do you think i care for you so little, that betraying me would make a difference?” some could argue that maybe 12 was the one who needed to come back for therapy…
ok. ok. sure. i'm on 6x01... and sure. buck going 'maybe i don't want to pick the wrong couch again' while looking meaningfully into eddie's eyes after domestically cooking him and chris dinner as if this is everyday occurrence... after eddie implied that couch=girlfriend... sure. that doesn't have connotations at alll
There will be no foolish use of AI or silly single choice exams in this course. As such I don’t expect many of you to appreciate the subtle science and exact art that are Humanities and Social Sciences.
lowkey, the 14th doctor’s existence awakened something in me. like he is Just Like Me Fr. his episodes came out and i immediately became okay with like affection and shit? literally saying i love you to every one of my friends just cause. this shit’s bonkers
I remember my old school liked to do a Stoplight thing for February 14th. You would wear clothes of a spotlight color based on your relationship status:
Red = Taken
Yellow = It's complicated
Green = Single
However, green implied "I'm single and ready to mingle!" but I was happily single and "get the heck away from me, I don't wanna mingle". It's complicated was for those people who'd put "It's complicated" as their Facebook status. So I had thoughts about this school activity. The amatonormativity was strong.
Actually, funnily enough the day they did this I had a club meeting where I needed to wear my club's red shirt, so during one class my friend's boyfriend that doesn't know I'm aroace was trying to figure out if I was dating someone. It was fun watching him run up to my friends trying to get answers and stare at me in confusion during the lab activity. Never learned the truth.
TLDR: Beware, you never know when an aroace will come out of the shadows with a pile of discounted candy.