#beautiful Scotsman

[amagnificentobsession]

Oh that smile 🔥

From beautiful to beautifully evil he encompasses it all.

♥️🔥✨

[licorishh]

i love og soap too much. my stomach hurts. i don't feel good.

[henryandgordon]

Watching this with pure tears

[ariadnethedragon]

— The Gentleman’s Gambit, Evie Dunmore

[corporalicent]

HATTIE GREENFIELD & LUCIAN BLACKSTONE

Portrait of a Scotsman by Evie Dunmore

[dykepuffs]

This is absolutely doxxing myself but: For the last couple of months, every time I have gone into the city I've seen 91101 Flying Scotsman at least once, and I like to think it means she loves me as much as I love her.

[the-busy-ghost]

I'm pretty sure I have no Scottish mutuals from north of the Forth who are likely to be hanging out on tumblr at this time on a Monday morning, but just in case, the Flying Scotsman is currently on its way to Aberdeen and I just caught it going through Fife about half an hour ago so if you keep your eyes peeled in certain parts of Perthshire, Fife, and Angus you may spot it

[ingravinoveritas]

I don’t think it’s fake tan I think it’s a god awful thick foundation. That’s not a criticism of David, he is very gorgeous and photographs really well. I had the joy of seeing him in GOOD and up close at a con late last year and his skin is beautiful and soft looking with lovely freckles. Really wish they would stop putting thick orange crap on his pretty face.

(This is referring to this post, for those who might've missed it.)

Ahh. Thank you for the clarification, Anon. (Also, so thrilled for you that you got to see David in Good and at a Con! I'm hoping I'll have a chance to see him on stage or meet him myself one day...)

Initially, I was leaning toward thinking it was foundation, but it didn't make sense to me why they would use that shade on him because of how garish it looks. It's giving Donald Trump, like where you can see the spray tan wasn't applied around his eyes, and why any makeup artist worth their salt would ever want David to look like that is beyond me.

I agree with you that he is gorgeous and does photograph well, but the continued pattern of putting this awful makeup on him is confounding to me. These are two of my favorite pictures of David ever:

And the reason I love them so much is because we can see his freckles. No makeup, no concealer or foundation...just 100% gorgeous David. So it feels incredibly distasteful to me that the shows and projects he works on repeatedly insist on covering those freckles, especially when there is no real reason to do so.

It makes me think of David having to do an RP or English accent for so many roles, most notably the Doctor. Again, I think it's one thing when we're saying the accent is part of who the character is...but when that choice is made just for the sake of it, it starts to feel like the message is that there is something wrong with David's natural accent. That it's not that the Doctor isn't Scottish, but that the Doctor can't be Scottish because for some reason, that is unacceptable (and yes, I know Peter Capaldi got to be Scottish as Twelve, so the irony is not lost on me).

Likewise with the freckles, the idea there is that having or not having freckles has nothing to do with the character, but rather that freckles are somehow inherently bad and have to be covered up. I just can't help but think of what kind of message that sends, and especially what it makes David feel about himself. He's mentioned his insecurities about his appearance in the past, and it's unfortunate because his skin truly is beautiful and deserves to be seen in all its natural glory.

So yes, like you, I also wish these people would stop putting such ugly foundation and other products on David's face. I'm hoping it was only for that particular photo shoot, and that he won't be wearing it in the show itself. Fingers crossed...

[jesstasticvoyage]

sukiwaterhouse Traveling through scotland with diorbeauty and the spirits of the highlands in my heart. Thank you Belmond @Belmondroyalscotsman

📸 Pierre Mouton

[13thpythagoras]

[halfgirl-halfdolll]

You always try so hard to hide when something's bothering you. You're so careful not to let your phone unlocked and out in the open, you try not to let your eyes unfocus as you think about whatever's bothering you; you work so hard to keep being productive despite your sorrows.

But they know you better than yourself, doll.

They see how your shoulders tense up whenever you leave Price's office and how you're always so wary of your surroundings, looking this and that way, waiting behind walls to avoid certain people. You can't hide your fears from them. Not from them. Not from the ones who were placed in this godforsaken world to protect you no matter what.

Figuring things out is easy. There's a reason they're a special task force. Swooping your phone from you is as easy as stealing candy from a little kid, and so is unlocking your phone (you need to be more careful about your passwords, love. Really? Your childhood's dog birthday? That's like basic information for them).

And when you come back to the room, flustered, fretting over your phone, it's there: on Price's desk, as if it was untouched. They hide the anger caused by their discoveries behind clenched jaws and hardened eyes and wait until you leave to begin discussing their plan of action (it's cute how you still look at each one of them to make sure they didn't see a thing).

Love, why didn't you tell them? Why did they have to search through your messages to find the reason behind your sadness? Don't you trust them? They're your guard dogs, doll, why don't you just order them to maul and gnaw and rip to shreds whenever you need?

It took them breaking into your phone to find out about the Sergeant who's been messaging you. They could read the suspicion behind your words as you accused him of pranking you after he asked you out.

Pranking you? Pranking?

They read the following messages, where he admitted to his lies – it was a bet, he said. Some friends had bet a good amount of money that he wouldn't be courageous enough to ask you out and then stand you up. He then had the gall to thank you for believing his words and going to the date. For dressing up "weirdly" and being delusional enough to think someone like him would be interested in you.

"just an advice: putting lipstick on a pig doesn't work lmao thanks for guaranteeing me the money tho" he had said.

Seeing red wasn't enough to describe how they felt.

Soap could barely stay still. He leaned his weight on one foot and then the other, itching to run as fast as he could until he found the bastards that dared to insult his bonnie. He needed to feel their bones giving out as he punched them into a bloody pulp. He needed to scream, to let you know that you were too good for all of those scumbags, that he and his mates were the only ones who could appreciate you, touch you with the reverence and devotion that you deserved.

Gaz felt like he failed you. The sourness of his anger mingled with the bitterness of his sorrow. He swore he could taste his emotions on his tongue. He always makes sure to tell how beautiful he thinks you are, how lovely your uniqueness is to him – his little porcelain doll he wished he could place on a shelf. To think some random man managed to hurt you and disrespect you under his watch... it was unbelievable. He would spend a lifetime spoiling you until you forgot about it. After he sunk his teeth into those men throats and ripped them apart, of course.

Ghost was the other side of Soap's coin. But while the Scotsman wanted to seek and destroy as quickly as they do in action, Ghost wanted cruelty. He wanted to take it slow, deliberate. One fingernail for every tear they made you shed. One bone snapped in half for every second you suffered due to their disrespect. If it depended on him, they would only live up until the clouds that covered your sun cleared up. There would be no surrendering, no mercy. You deserve thorough revenge, lovie. And only the muzzle that Price puts on his rabid snout can hold Ghost back.

Price wondered why you didn't tell them about this... incident. Why? Are you trying to defend those poor excuses for men despite how terribly they disrespected you? No, that can't be it. You're their angel, but he knows you aren't some punching bag. Are you afraid they'd agree with those bastards? At that, Price has to laugh. You're so smart, love, but so so blind. You still can't see how they could sell their soul to you, if you became a devil. You still can't see how they'd kneel down on nails and pray to you if you became a saint. After Price pulls a few strings and manages to get that scum dishonorably discharged, he and his muppets would have to work really hard on making sure you know you're the only thing that matters.

[slutfortheeclaymore]

I’m awake, motherfucker!!!!!

Whatever. Wake me when Drew returns.

[schrodingerscougar]

Summary: roommate!Simon is possessive.

Simon is practical. Why would he have an apartment of his own when he’s away so much? It would be better to rent a room, have someone who collects his mail and keeps the place clean while he’s gone. It doesn’t even bother him that his roommate is a woman in her twenties because they barely meet anyway. But when Johnny finds out, he goes feral and can’t stop bugging him about it. 

“She’s cute,” he notes after his superior showed him your Instagram profile. “And you say you haven’t made a move on her? What a shame. If you won’t do it, I will. Could use a pretty little cock sleeve like her.”

He has no idea why, but Simon gets mad at the Scotsman for calling you that. If he wasn’t so good at controlling himself, he would have punched him in the face without much consideration. You’re a nice girl; smart, kind, beautiful, and understanding. You don’t get mad at him if he arrives home in the middle of the night and wakes you up by accidentally kicking something loudly in the dark. You don’t get mad if he forgets to help out around the apartment with the chores when he’s home. You don’t get mad if he forgets something that was on the shopping list. 

Letting out a sigh, he leans against the wall and puts his phone back into his pocket. “She wouldn’t let you close enough for that,” he finally tells Soap. 

But he doesn’t seem offended, in fact, he takes it as a challenge. “Just introduce me to her. Let’s see if I can get into her pants.”

“Not gonna happen, Johnny.”

And just like that, you remain his well-guarded secret. You remain his, and only his.

(part 2)

[rjzimmerman]

Excerpt from this story from The Scotsman:

The bumblebee population has made an impressive comeback in a developed area by increasing to 116 times what it was two years ago thanks to a nature restoration group.

Rewilding Denmarkfield, a 90-acre project based just north of Perth, has been working to restore nature to green spaces in an increasingly built up area for the past two years.

Statistics from the charity show in 2021, when some of the fields managed by the project were still barley monoculture, only 35 bumblebees were counted.

But by 2023, after just two years of nature restoration work in the same fields, the population increased to 4,056. The diversity of bumblebee also doubled, according to the charity, from five to ten different species.

Weekly pollinator surveys using the BeeWalk method, a national recording scheme run by the Bumblebee Conservation Trust to monitor the abundance of bumblebees on transects across the country, enabled Rewilding Denmarkfield to quantify some of the changes happening.

Ecologist Ellie Corsie, who has been managing the project since it began in 2021, said: “Letting nature lead has had a massive positive impact for bumblebees. Within two years, the bare soil and barley stubble was naturally colonised by 84 different plant species.

[emeraldbloodcrown]

Price and Johnny who have a crush on the same person, a pretty thing who seemed to naturally drift to the Scotsman. You shared his recklessness and found a similar joy in big explosions as him, but where he was handsome, you were beautiful. Where he was loud, you listened. It wasn't just that you liked each other, it seemed like you and him were woven from the same material, two art pieces mirroring each other and just waiting to find the other again, coming home to them again.

and in his case, John could only count all of the differences between you and him. You'd probably find him too strict, not enough fun. You'd only be able to count wrinkles whereas he could count freckles on your skin. You'd find him too quiet, probably too boring, after a while, too.

not to mention, you'd probably find him too old. John knew he wasn't old, by any stretch of the mean, but when he heard you and Johnny talk, he couldn't help but notice that eleven years are a long time and that people just want different things in their mid-twenties, compared to their later thirties.

John knew he'd never make a move on you, content on getting drunk off your laughter (and ignoring that it was Johnny who brought you joy), filing away every little piece of information he overheard in passing, and knowing full well that, if your relationship to Soap kept on going like this, he'd sooner than later get one of you's resignation from the 141 along with a wedding invite.

he knew he'd never make a move, and yet, he couldn't help himself from wishing that, just once, you'd swallow the second syllable, that once, your attention was on him instead of Johnny.

because if it was, if you'd just spare him an ounce of what Johnny received from you daily, you'd find a starving man praying at your altar, he'd be untouchable from all enemies because how can a flesh wound or broken bones stand a chance against the healing warmth of your skin on his.

because if you did, you wouldn't just find him having a crush on you, but being utterly in love with you.

[ingravinoveritas]

I feel like the freckles frequently get deliberately covered up on photo shoots or for the roles he plays, and it’s truly a shame. There’s still something of a stigma against freckles (or ”flawed” complexions of any kind), but David’s freckles are so lovely and part of what makes him so uniquely, well...David. I hope he gets to play more roles where he can keep them (and the lines on his face, which also seem to get Photoshopped out for no reason), because he is absolutely gorgeous just the way he is...

I don’t understand why we don’t get to see David’s freckles more often.