#better yet i'll come at you like david tennant

[milehighmegs]

I, too, have been seeing a lot of shade thrown in Mr. Sheen's direction regarding this role, not the least of which is his appearance. I don't remember hearing about Christian Bale catching a heap of shit for gaining weight for 'American Hustle' or Matt Damon for 'The Informant!'. What I have heard is male actors like Hugh Jackman, Jason Momoa, & Vin Diesel catching a world of criticism for "letting themselves go" when they were off-screen.

Guess what folks: they did that because they finally got a break from the extremely unrealistic expectations WE (the general we) hold for them BECAUSE they are actors and WE can't seem to separate the character from the actual person. They were no longer contractually obligated to keep up a specific body style/composition, they could finally fucking RELAX and not kill themselves in the gym or be forced to eat like a broke college student for months on end SO THEY DID. This works in reverse, too: if an actor chooses to go all in on a character's appearance for the sake of a realistic portrayal, that's between them & the production team. Michael takes his job seriously, and if his performance made you vom in your throat, IT'S BECAUSE HE DID HIS JOB. Prince Andrew is not meant to be eye-fucked, so Sheen's acting was a spectacular success for the pure & simple reason that irl he's a beautiful person, inside and out.

Also, this thing that we all do at some point called AGE tends to put weight on a body. Wrinkles show up on one's face. Grey starts to appear in one's hair. Things wobble that didn't used to wobble before. It's inevitable, and for anyone to portray aging and all the "undesirable" things that go with it as a BAD thing... well, they can all get fucked, and take their Botox'd, collagen-lipped, BBL'd asses right out the fuckin door with em. Mr. Sheen is 55, and I think he looks FANTASTIC. I adore the streaks of grey in his beard and in his thick, curly locks. I love the crow's feet because they're evidence of many, many genuinely warm smiles. And do you think for one second that he'd be called our "soft angel" if he were built like David Tennant? (No shade to DT; he's perfect the way he is, too.) No, we wouldn't. To praise an actor's physical appearance for one character, but to demolish that same physical appearance for another, is not only hypocrisy of the highest order, it's cruel, and it's unnecessary.

Bottom line: another person's body is no one else's business. And don't pretend to be a fan of someone's work just because they have an entire vault in your spank bank, but then criticize their looks when they inevitably fall off your idealized pedestal of them by getting older and putting on a few pounds. It'll happen to you one day, and let's see how YOU like it when people comment on how you've "let yourself go."

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Also, no one owes anyone that perceived fuckability. It's fine to find someone attractive and even find yourself fantasizing but it's not owed to you. They did an excellent job making him look like the doomed prince.

This is such a good point, and I could not agree more. (Although ftr, "the doomed prince" always makes me think of Hamlet, and god knows Michael was far more attractive in that role. Haha.)

But I think what you said is part of why the comments bother me so much. It's that it becomes blatantly clear that these fans only cared about Michael as long as he remained what they perceived as "fuckable"--that regardless of whether they wanted to have sex with him, he is seen as more "acceptable" overall when he looks a certain way and less so when he doesn't. I think Anna's snarky comments about Michael's appearance over the years have bothered me for a similar reason, because they also speak to her only finding him attractive when he looks a certain way.

Again, this is not to say that Michael has to look fuckable at all times, but it's clearly something that AL places value on the way the fans do, though in her case, it's because she can use it as something to brag about. So that's why we won't see her make a post to the effect of "So proud of him for taking on this difficult role," because she knows no one is going to want to fuck Michael while he looks like Prince Andrew. Her disapproving of his looks while taking on a specific role is nothing new, as she did the same thing when he played Chris Tarrant in Quiz, but it also gives an indication that she and the fans are on the same level of maturity, which again goes back to those Twitter comments striking such a nerve in me.

Michael is an actor. His job is to act, to become and embody whatever role he is playing to the best of his ability. Some people seem to think that acting is only about being glamorous, but if we are going to express outrage when the media and others make remarks about Charlize Theron "uglying it up" to play Aileen Wuornos when all she was doing was her job, then we should be just as outraged at people attacking Michael for looking "ugly" for doing his. (Also, the fact that Monster came out in 2003 and we still need to have this same conversation twenty fucking years later is utterly depressing...)

All this to say that yes, attractiveness and sex appeal/charisma can be and often are important parts of what makes an actor bankable, but looks alone do not make someone a talented actor, nor a good person. And maybe if people looked beyond the surface of their own desires, they might start to realize that...

[beerok23]

D: And then he came to offer you the part in Good Omens? M: Yeah, well, we became friends and we would, you know, whenever he was in town, we would meet up. And then eventually he started. He said, you know, I'm working on an adaptation of Good Omens. I remember at one point Terry Gilliam was going to maybe make a film of it. And I remember being there with Neil and Terry when they were talking about it. D: Were you involved at that point? M: No, I wasn't involved. I just happened to have met up with Neil that day. D: Right.

M: And then Terry Gilliam came along and that was the day they were talking about that or whatever. And then eventually he sent me one of the scripts for an early draft of, like, the first episode of Good Omens. And he said, we started talking about me being involved in doing it. He said, 'Would you be interested?' I was like, 'Yeah, of course I would. Oh, my God.' And he said, 'Well, I'll send you the scripts when they come.' And I would read them and we talk about them a little bit. So I sort of was involved. But it was always at that point with the idea, because he'd always said about playing Crowley in it. And as time went on, as I was reading the scripts, I was thinking, I don't think I can play Crowley. I don't think I'm going to be able to do. And I started to get a bit nervous because I thought, 'I don't want to tell Neil that I don't think I can do this'. But I just felt like, I don't think I can play Crowley. D: Of course you could play Crowley. M: Well, just on a sort of - on a gut level, you know, sometimes you have on a gut level, you go - D: Sure, sure. M: I can do this. D: Yeah. M: Or I can't do this. M: And I just thought, you know what? This is not the part for me. The other part is better for me. I think. I think I can do that. I don't think I could do that. But I was scared to tell Neil because I thought, well, he wants me to play Crowley. And then it turned out he had been feeling the same way as well, and he hadn't wanted to mention it to me. But he was like, 'I think Michael should really play Aziraphale'. And neither of us would bring it up. And then eventually we did. And it was one of those things where you go, 'Oh, thank God you said that. Oh, I feel exactly the same way'. D: Yeah. M: And then I think within a fairly short space of time, he said, 'I think we've got David Tennant for Crowley.' D: *Chuckles* M: And we both got very excited about that. And then all these extraordinary people started to joining up. And then off we went. D: The other thing about Neil, he collects people, doesn't he? So he'll just go, oh, yeah, I phoned up Francis McDormand. She's up for it. Yeah. And you're 'What-Wait-What?' M: I emailed John Hamm. D: Yeah. M: And you realize how beloved he is and how beloved his work is. And I think we would both recognize that Good Omens is one of the most beloved of all of Neil's stuff. D: Yes. M: And had never been turned into anything. D: Yeah. M: And so the kind of responsibility of that, I mean, for me, for someone who has been a fan of him and a fan of the book for so long, I can empathize with all the fans out there who are like, oh, they better not fuck this up and this better be good. And I have that part of me, but then, of course, the other part of me is like, but I'm the one who might be fucking it up. So I feel that responsibility as well.

D: But we have Neil on site. M: Yes. Well, Neil being the showrunner - D: Yeah. M: I think it takes a massive difference. You feel like you're in safe hands. D: Well, we think. Not that the world has seen it yet. M: No, I know. D: But it's been a joy to work with you on it. M: Oh, my goodness. D: I can't wait for the world to see it. M: Well, I mean, I've done a few things where there are two people. It's a bit of a double act, like Frost-Nixon some more, and The Queen, I suppose in some ways, and I've done - Amadeus or whatever. This is the only thing I've done where I really don't think of it as my character or my performance as that character. I think of it totally as us, the two of us. D: Yes! M: What I do is defined by what you do. That was such a joy to have that experience. And it made it so much easier in a way as well, I found, because you don't feel like you're on your own in it. Like it's totally us together doing this. And the two characters totally complement each other. And the experience of doing it was just a real joy. D: Well, I hope the world is as excited to see it as we are to talk about it, frankly.

M: You know. Having talked about T. S. Elliott earlier, there's another bit from The Waste Land where there's a line which goes, "These fragments I have shored against my ruin". And this is how I think about life now. There is so much in life, no matter what your circumstances, no matter where you've got, what you've done, how much money you got, all that. Life's hard. It can take you down at any point. You have to find this stuff. You have to find things that will. These fragments that you hold yourself, they become like a life raft. And especially as time goes on. I think as I've got older, I've realized it is a thin line between being surviving this life and going under and the things that keep you afloat are these fragments, these things that are meaningful to you. And what's meaningful to you will be not meaningful to someone else. But whatever it is that matters to you, it doesn't matter what it was you were into when you were a teenager, a kid. Doesn't matter what it is. Go and find them and find some way to hold them close to you. Make it go and get it. Because those are the things that keep you afloat. They really are, like doing that with him or whatever it is. These are the fragments that have shored against my ruin. Absolutely. D: That's lovely. Michael, thank you so much. M: Thank you. D: For talking today and for being here. M: It's a pleasure. D: Thank you.

This podcast is so underrated. I heard it tonight for the first time, and it blew my mind. The episode was published back in April 2019 (recorded after a photoshoot for Good Omens season 1). Listen to these babies, starting to knowing and respecting each other *_* Of course, Michael Sheen was probably the greatest fan of Neil and Good Omens out there, but the joy and the excitement was already there to feel, from both of them!

And Michael saying "The Two of Us" 4 years before July 2023... My heart - just - can't.

[super-unpredictable98]

Prank Wars | Back to 15 (De Volta aos 15)

Word count: 1,7k

Pairing: Fabrício X OC

Warning: Strong language, mention of (fake) blood

A/n: Hello everyone! As many of you know, this blog is going through a transition period. As the end of The Eighth Child nears (hopefully very soon with the last chapter), I'm starting to write for other fandoms I care about. A reimagining of Hard Candy is in the works with another AU and other fics are also coming for my second blog (my David Tennant blog lol). This is one of the fandoms I'll be working with from now on and I encourage you all to watch Back to 15 on Netflix if you haven't yet. Thank you so much to @jozstankovich for writing this fun piece with me and being my fandom buddy once again. Oh and I know Halloween is gone, but I was only able to get around to it now, so I hope you all enjoy it!

[Masterlist]

"Okay, Carol, Anita... GO!" Lydia said, closing her eyes tightly as she stood next to the shower in a pink dress and brand new ginger hair.

"Are you sure?" Carol asked, hesitantly. "This dress will never be the same."

"It'll be way cooler, just go!" Bruna growled.  

Anita and Carol then started pouring two buckets of fake blood on Lydia while she laughed a little and tried to get it all over herself.

"Here," Camila chuckled, placing a cheap plastic crown on her head. "Prom queen."

"Knock knock! You guys in there?" Fabrício called, pushing open the door to República das Imperatrizes and stepping inside. "Lyds, are you ready?" he exclaimed, checking his phone before slipping it in the back pocket of his faux leather pants.

"She's ready!" Camila came out of the bathroom giggling with fake blood on her fingers.

"Hey, baby!" Lydia came out leaving a trail behind her (which Rafa would most definitely make her clean in the morning). Her eyes were still closed, but when she opened them, she grimaced at the sight of her boyfriend's costume. "What are you wearing?"

"What am I wearing? What are you wearing?" Fabrício scoffed, his brows knitting in confusion. "I thought you were supposed to be that chick with the huge--" he trailed off, making off a huge boob motion with his hands.

"I said Carrie and Tommy!" Lydia laughed. "Oh please tell me you didn't actually dye your hair black," she came closer and started analyzing his look.

He wore black faux leather pants and a white wifebeater, big chain, double grommet belt, sunglasses, black hair, dangling earrings, and some drawn on tattoos. "Tommy Ross! Not Tommy Lee!" She laughed harder.

"How was I supposed to know?" Fabrício exclaimed, frowning petulantly, jerking his chin away from Lydia's amused gaze. "And yeah! It's only semi-permanent though," he muttered, running a hand through his hair.

"It's fine, the girls are getting ready, we should get to República Tcheca if we don't wanna miss the party," Lydia chuckled. "Did you bring the car? This blood doesn't stain, it's mostly dry."

"It better not, or you're cleaning it up on your own," he huffed, though he smirked at her. "It's kinda scary how hot you look covered in blood," he chuckled, taking her hand to head outside.

"You look pretty hot yourself," Lydia stood by the door, waiting for him to open for her. "We shouldn't drink too much tonight, I'd like to remember what we do."

"Aw, alright, just enough for a little buzz," he agreed, pulling open the door for her. As she settled in her seat, he slipped in as well, making the short drive back to República Tcheca.

"Just a couple beers then," she grabbed his arm, laying on his shoulder while he drove. "You know, I really didn't think about the practicality of having some alone fun after the party with this bloody costume."

Fabrício smirked, glancing down at Lyds. “I don’t mind getting a little dirty,” he teased, pulling into the drive and parking.

"I have to admit this costume looks a million times better on you than the one I had in mind," Lydia stole a kiss from him. "Let's go inside."

"See, I knew what I was doing," he teased, slinging an arm around her shoulders as they headed into the midst of the party.

As soon as the door opened, the music surrounded them and Fabrício nodded to his friends, grinning.

"You want something to drink?" He asked Lyds, leaning in so she could hear him over the music.

"Make a caipirinha for me, babe?" She smiled, waving at the other boys in the fraternity. "I'm going to your room, okay?"

"Comin' right up," Fabrício said, pressing a quick kiss to her cheek before heading to the kitchen. Grabbing a red plastic cup, he made Lydia's cocktail, smirking as he added an extra special ingredient.

"She's gunna kill you, you know that right?" Joel said, watching him slip the little rubber rat into the cup, his brows climbing.

"Yeah, but it'll be worth it," Fabrício laughed, pouring himself a beer from the keg's spigot.

"You say that now..." Joel murmured, shaking his head, but Fabrício was already on his way to his bedroom with the drinks.

Lydia was waiting, trying to find the sexiest pose she could be in when he walked through the door. She kept moving around in his bed until she heard the door opening and settled on one of the poses.

"Hey, sweetie," she smiled, taking the cup. She initially didn't notice anything strange, but when she started drinking, she felt the creature hit her lips. When she pulled away to look, she screamed and threw the whole thing away.

Fabrício nearly fell over laughing. "Oh, I got you good!" he exclaimed.

"GO FUCK YOURSELF! Dickhead, you're such an asshole! How old are you? Five?" She gave him a shove to get out of the room.

"Whoa! Whoa, Lyds wait!" He exclaimed, hurrying after her. "It was just a fake rat! It wasn't real!" He cried.

"I know, but you know I'm scared of rats!" She cried as she marched back to his car. "Go back inside, I wanna be on my own!"

"Oh c'mon, it was just a stupid Halloween prank," Fabrício groaned.  "Lemme make it up to you," he said, pleading her with his eyes, his hands clasped together in front of him.

"How do you wanna do that?" Lydia folded her arms, tapping her foot on the pavement and trying to resist his cute puppy face.

Damn it... when he was like that, he looked exactly like he did as a little boy and he was the most adorable little boy in the history of Minas Gerais.

"I have my ways," he murmured, moving in closer, a hopeful grin tugging at his lips.

"Stop looking at me like that, you don't have the baby fat to make me melt anymore," she teased. "Without those round cheeks, you're no longer cute!" She lied.

Fabrício only pouted deeper, slipping closer, knowing she was lying. "You sure about that?" He teased.

"Hmmm yeah," she turned her face away in a petulant manner. "You were way cuter with that baby fat."

"Oh, I see how it is," he chuckled, holding his hands up. "I guess I'll just go back inside then, and leave you here all alone," he sighed, hoping she wouldn't actually let him walk away.

"No, wait!" Lydia groaned. "You are still cute..." she mumbled.

"Aha!" Fabrício laughed, pulling her into his arms. "I'm sorry about the stupid fake rat, okay? I didn't think you'd get this upset," he murmured, kissing her forehead and then her cheek and then the tip of her nose.

"Alright, this time, I'm gonna forgive you... if you make me another drink, a proper one," she smiled.

"Deal!" He replied, grinning widely before leading her back toward the house, his arm wrapped around her waist. "Wanna watch me make it this time?"

"Nah, I trust you," she kissed him quickly before rushing to his room. She had a plan to get him back. She used his old laptop and the printer every guy in the fraternity used to print their essays. She got a picture of the girl from The Ring with a black background and stuck it to the outside of his window, just in the corner, as if she was watching.

"One caipirinha for you, babe!" Fabrício exclaimed, holding up two cups as he pushed the door open with his shoulder, finding Lydia waiting for him on the bed.

"Thank you, sweetie," she took the cup. "Hmm you're the best bartender ever. Are you sure you wanna stay in law school?"

"Course, I can't make as much bartending. Just means you get my talents all to yourself," he said, plopping down next to her on the bed and taking a sip of his own drink.

"You should think of bartending part-time though, now that Cabra told me you quit the copy room again!" Lydia laughed, lying against the window.

"Ugh, he told you that?" Fabrício groaned. "Yeah, maybe it wouldn't hurt," he murmured, looking up at his girlfriend and frowning, noticing something dark on the window behind her.

"He did, it's the fifth time this month, your dad won't keep sending you money if you- what?" She asked, faking concern when she noticed the look on his face.

"Uh, I dunno, it's probably nothing," he said, shaking his head.

"Really? You looked like you've seen a ghost," she chuckled, still pretending to be wary.

When Lydia shifted slightly, tilting her head in concern, Fabrício gaze shifted fully to the window and he jerked back with a shout, nearly falling backwards off the bed, his heart leaping into his throat.

"What?" Lydia tried not to laugh, taking him in her arms. "What's wrong?"

"Don't see that?" He exclaimed, scrambling to his feet, his eyes wide as he stared at the window, his fear suddenly dropping off as he realized what it was. "Is that Samara?" he asked, frowning as he squinted at the photo taped to the window.

"Happy Halloween, my love," Lydia kissed his cheek.

"Okay, that's fair," he chuckled, turning to catch her lips.

"I just had to get you back cause there's caipirinha all over my dress along with the blood, but... you're a cutie," she said in between kisses.

"Nah, you're the cute one," he murmured, his hand squeezing her hip.

"Hmm I love how soft you are when we're alone..." she chuckled softly. "So so soft and whipped."

He groaned, pulling back to shake his head softly at her. "Yeah yeah, only for you," he sighed, grinning at her.

"Maybe before we get our private fun time... we could... get some of the others? I know for a fact your sister is terrified of spiders, we could steal one from the decorations, and slip it in her hair," Lydia laughed.

"Oooo, you're truly evil, I'm impressed," Fabrício chuckled, a mischievous grin stretching across his face. "Let's do it!"

[findroleplay]

I'm seeking 1x1 Discord based RP again, friends. Specifically as one of two of my characters really, though I am always open to making more OCs if need be as long as the idea floats my boat and you think we'd vibe!

I am a lazylit, 1-4 paragraph in 3rd person writer. I'm here to have fun, not fill word count quotas, and I really dig people who feel the same. I love open and communicative partners who are just as excited about their OCs as I am about mine. I'd love to get some MxM, NBixNBi or MxNBi (with me playing either of those) plots going tbh. Will consider FxNBi for the one NBi OC if I like your idea, but no promises.

Please go on my blog and read my pinned post before you contact me. Some short notices before I get into it: I am 32, you should be over 21 to RP with me, and your muse should be over 21 or, even better, over 25. No anime/manga faceclaims. Nothing too 'off the wall' either. I won't RP against a Hazbin Hotel character for example. My links aren't done yet but I can ping some stuff over if you're interested.

These characters, and their accompanying plots/universes, are generally made for adults only. They are adults, they do adult things, and I too am an adult that wants to write about adult things. So smut, sex, whatever you want to call it is inevitable. I don't mind sometimes fading to black but sex and sensuality are important to both of these characters' stories and I don't want to totally ignore that!

As such, I'm only really looking for people who are cool with a good smattering of smut and kink, and some heavier topics too, which can include Omegaverse if we decide to go that route, cruising & cottaging, anonymous sex and all that comes with that, underworld supernatural goings on, kink of varying types (of course that's depending on your preferences and mine, and how they mesh!)... Just, be mature and willing to write about adult things.

Now onto what I'm looking for. I have two characters inhabiting my brainbits at the moment.

CIARAN O'CONNOR [FC: David Tennant in Good Omens] (which is just one of the many aliases that he has gone by) is lonely. He's been lonely and hungry, in fact, for the past 1200 years. Bitten and turned by a vampire long since perished, when he was at the ripe age of 48, Ciaran has wandered the Earth for a time longer than most people find possible to even imagine. Cursed to walk alone forever, or so he thinks, he pushes away anyone who tries to get close, believing that they will be in mortal peril if they so much as befriend him.

I'm looking for ideally a Male or Nonbinary character to play alongside this Masculine Nonbinary character, but I'll consider Female characters too for Ciaran, for a modern with supernatural plot. Give me fellow vampires, werewolves, the undead, selkies, shapeshifters/changelings! I'd love to find him a Werewolf to play against to teach him how to love and find companionship after 1200 years of loneliness, and maybe we could introduce some omegaaverse shenanigans in there too if that is a thing you also enjoy.

PROFESSOR LEON RITTER [FC: Michael Sheen in Good Omens] - a literature professor - has newly moved to [city of our choosing] from Berlin. He's looking for a few things, chief amongst them for his past to stop following him around. He's a simple man who lives for writing and his books, as well as his pet Chihuahua, Betty. He seeks solace in stories... And sometimes in the darker corners of the city's streets and parks, too.

I'm looking for Male or Masculine Nonbinary characters to play alongside this Cis Male character. This plot is more grounded in reality than the previous, and has no supernatural or fantasy elements, (unless we decide to do something like modern omegaverse? IDK, I am open to that though!) I'd quite like to go one of two ways with him - a younger person, maybe a mature student in his classes, finds out what he does at night and at the weekends, simply by coincidence because they're also out cruising and cottaging, too. Or alternatively someone to calm him down and make him take care of himself for once.

I really, REALLY want to keep their face claims as is. I don't enjoy playing gym bunnies or most models, and want to keep their approx ages as they are also. It's the one thing I'm really inflexible on this time around folks, sorry if you're not a GO fan I guess!

If you're interested in plotting or chatting about either of these folks, please message me on oli.writes.stuff on Discord and we can get something worked out! <3

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[omegaverserping]

I'm seeking 1x1 Discord based RP again, friends. Specifically as one of two of my characters really, though I am always open to making more OCs if need be as long as the idea floats my boat and you think we'd vibe!

I am a lazylit, 1-4 paragraph in 3rd person writer. I'm here to have fun, not fill word count quotas, and I really dig people who feel the same. I love open and communicative partners who are just as excited about their OCs as I am about mine. I'd love to get some MxM, NBixNBi or MxNBi (with me playing either of those) plots going tbh. Will consider FxNBi for the one NBi OC if I like your idea, but no promises.

Please go on my blog and read my pinned post before you contact me. Some short notices before I get into it: I am 32, you should be over 21 to RP with me, and your muse should be over 21 or, even better, over 25. No anime/manga faceclaims. Nothing too 'off the wall' either. I won't RP against a Hazbin Hotel character for example. My links aren't done yet but I can ping some stuff over if you're interested.

These characters, and their accompanying plots/universes, are generally made for adults only. They are adults, they do adult things, and I too am an adult that wants to write about adult things. So smut, sex, whatever you want to call it is inevitable. I don't mind sometimes fading to black but sex and sensuality are important to both of these characters' stories and I don't want to totally ignore that!

As such, I'm only really looking for people who are cool with a good smattering of smut and kink, and some heavier topics too, which can include Omegaverse if we decide to go that route, cruising & cottaging, anonymous sex and all that comes with that, underworld supernatural goings on, kink of varying types (of course that's depending on your preferences and mine, and how they mesh!)... Just, be mature and willing to write about adult things.

Now onto what I'm looking for. I have two characters inhabiting my brainbits at the moment.

CIARAN O'CONNOR [FC: David Tennant in Good Omens] (which is just one of the many aliases that he has gone by) is lonely. He's been lonely and hungry, in fact, for the past 1200 years. Bitten and turned by a vampire long since perished, when he was at the ripe age of 48, Ciaran has wandered the Earth for a time longer than most people find possible to even imagine. Cursed to walk alone forever, or so he thinks, he pushes away anyone who tries to get close, believing that they will be in mortal peril if they so much as befriend him.

I'm looking for ideally a Male or Nonbinary character to play alongside this Masculine Nonbinary character, but I'll consider Female characters too for Ciaran, for a modern with supernatural plot. Give me fellow vampires, werewolves, the undead, selkies, shapeshifters/changelings! I'd love to find him a Werewolf to play against to teach him how to love and find companionship after 1200 years of loneliness, and maybe we could introduce some omegaaverse shenanigans in there too if that is a thing you also enjoy.

PROFESSOR LEON RITTER [FC: Michael Sheen in Good Omens] - a literature professor - has newly moved to [city of our choosing] from Berlin. He's looking for a few things, chief amongst them for his past to stop following him around. He's a simple man who lives for writing and his books, as well as his pet Chihuahua, Betty. He seeks solace in stories... And sometimes in the darker corners of the city's streets and parks, too.

I'm looking for Male or Masculine Nonbinary characters to play alongside this Cis Male character. This plot is more grounded in reality than the previous, and has no supernatural or fantasy elements, (unless we decide to do something like modern omegaverse? IDK, I am open to that though!) I'd quite like to go one of two ways with him - a younger person, maybe a mature student in his classes, finds out what he does at night and at the weekends, simply by coincidence because they're also out cruising and cottaging, too. Or alternatively someone to calm him down and make him take care of himself for once.

I really, REALLY want to keep their face claims as is. I don't enjoy playing gym bunnies or most models, and want to keep their approx ages as they are also. It's the one thing I'm really inflexible on this time around folks, sorry if you're not a GO fan I guess!

If you're interested in plotting or chatting about either of these folks, please message me on oli.writes.stuff on Discord and we can get something worked out! <3

/

[doctorwhonerdadi3]

Ranking the New Who (2006- Present day) Doctors from Doctor Who

It is all opinion based.

Introduction

My Ranking here is purely based on my opinion. I have been a die-hard Doctor Who fan since I was young. I have not yet seen all of Old Who yet but with it making its way onto BBC Iplayer I can guarantee it will not be long until I am in a position to rank all of the Classic Doctors as well. 

For the sake of this ranking list I will not be including actors such as Jo Martin as the Fugitive doctor or John Hurt as the War Doctor. While both of these prove to be excellent versions of the doctor in their own right, I am only basing my ranking off actors with a series/season or more. With that being said, let's go!

Number 6: The 13th Doctor, Jodie Whittaker

It will come as no surprise to anyone that I have placed Jodie at the bottom of the list, afterall she is placed at the bottom of pretty much everyone’s lists. I will say; however, that Jodie does have some okay episodes that I wouldn’t mind watching again, such as Rosa. 

A lot of where I felt Jodie’s episodes fell flat was in the writing. The characters tended to be rather 1 dimensional and honestly just unlikable. This partnered with plots which had far too much going on, leading to a pretty bland and unenjoyable season. 

A stand out point for me was Revelation of the Daleks, though even episodes like that were not enough to help Jodie’s series. (I know a lot of people hate that episode).

I think Jodie is an amazing actress, and given the correct script she can do an amazing stand out performance. Her series; however, was not this stand out performance.

Number 5: The 12th Doctor, Peter Capaldi

This one is probably going to rattle a lot of people’s feathers. Capaldi is a very enjoyable Doctor and I, personally, know a lot of people who hold him as their favourite. Put simply, Capaldi brought a new light to the character which was very refreshing indeed.

I know I am probably going to get a lot of slander for this, but I cannot watch Heaven Sent without getting bored. Don’t get me wrong, the episode is pretty much terrifying. Capaldi did an excellent job and the concept is amazing. I just wasn’t fond of the whole monologue thing that ran throughout Capaldi’s performance as the Doctor and this episode was 100% monologue. 

Capaldi’s episodes are fun and his companions are likeable. I extremely love Bill, and when she got turned into a cyberman I was horrified. 

That being said, I have seen Capaldi’s run a few times and I don’t think I can remember half of what happened throughout his series. There are some very low points such as Forest in the night, but then there are also some amazing high points such as Listen. 

Overall, Capaldi just wasn’t my favourite Doctor.

Number 4: The 15th Doctor, Ncuti Gatwa

Our latest Doctor brought back a lot of much needed fun for Doctor Who. Having followed David Tennant as the 14th Doctor (who I will not be including on this list as he only had 3 episodes), Ncuti had some big boots to fill.

While the episodes were airing, I enjoyed looking out for Susan Twist easter eggs, and I still want to know what is going on with Mrs Flood (Is she Clara? Will we ever know?).

A lot of this series was rather Doctor light, however. Millie Gibson as Ruby essentially carried the show, that being said there was only 1 episode I don’t think i'll rewatch and that is Space Babies. (And maybe Dot and Bubble…)

I think Boom was one of the best episodes ever aired. 

It is safe to say that Doctor Who is once again on an upwards trajectory, and I am excited for Christmas for the next episode!

Number 3: The 10th Doctor, David Tennant

How to rattle a few feathers. I adore Tennant as the Doctor, as I am sure a lot of you do. I don’t think there is much bad I can say about him. His episodes were emotional, and funny, and exactly what Doctor Who is.

I think we're Tennant fails, is once again in companions. 

Okay, hear me out. Martha is better than Rose! 

She’s more clever than her, more daring and overall just a better character.

Rose was great with Eccleston, but with Tennant she comes across as a love struck teenager who is jealous of everyone who threatens her relationship with him. She did that with Eccleston as well (as seen with Lynda with a Y) but it was a lot worse when she was with Tennant. 

Martha, as a character, struggled because of Rose. She had a crush on the Doctor, which to be honest was a bit tiring after Rose. I will say though, that Tennant is good looking and clever, which is very attractive in a man.

Donna was a breath of fresh air. She was just his mate. That is what we needed. She slapped him, and put him in his place and really proved her worth as his companion. 

There are some really good episodes in Tennant’s run (Such as Doomsday, The Satan Pit and Blink) and then there were some really bad episodes (Love and Monsters, Fear Her, The Idiot’s Lantern, 42). While some of the previous Doctor’s also had bad episodes, Tennant’s bad episodes are not unwatchable, which is why he is so high up in this list.

Number 2: The 11th Doctor, Matt Smith

I would like to remind everyone that this is opinion based and that is why Matt Smith is not number 1 here. 

I loved all of Smith’s run as the Doctor. His companions partnered with him brilliantly (apart from Clara but she paired very well with Capaldi). For someone so bright and bubbly, Smith’s version of the Doctor was extremely dark. 

It was nice to have companions in the show which were almost allowed to have a normal life as well. We got that a bit more later on with Clara being able to still be a teacher and Bill being a student at the same time as travelling with the doctor, but this was the first time the companions weren’t on the Tardis full time.

Also… River Song. I’ve met Alex Kingston. She is a lovely woman, and her portrayal of the role of River Song is incredible.

Number 1: The 9th Doctor, Christopher Eccleston

What is with all the 9 hate? He managed to bring back a character which was last seen on our screen 9 years prior in 1996. It was a big task. Eccleston and Billie Piper brought this show back onto our screen, and without them (and RTD) we wouldn’t have Doctor Who today.

Let me unpack the episodes though, as I know a lot of you want me to comment on the fart jokes and bad CGI in Aliens of London and World War 3.

We have a 13 episode run here, (Technically 10 if you count the 2 parters as 1 entity) and there isn’t a single episode in its run that I would skip. 

The Empty Child and The Doctor Dances are some of the best episodes in the entire show. Partner that with amazing episodes such as Dalek and you have a great show. Even when the budget was running out and we got Boom Town, it was enjoyable. (For the record Boom Town is one of my favourite episodes).

But okay, let's talk about the Slytheen and then we will move onto the Mighty Jagrafess of the Holy Hadrojassic Maxarodenfoe. 

Aliens of London and World War 3 are meant to be fun episodes. We just had dark episodes. Shop window dummies killing people, the planet Earth dying and Gwen sacrificing herself. It was time for a little bit of potty humour. Also, just remember that Rose had been missing for a year and Jackie slapped the Doctor for it. That was good. 

While people don’t like The Long Game very much, it does a brilliant job of story building. Without it, we wouldn’t have gotten our finale. I think that is the only episode in this entire series, however, that I don’t really enjoy watching and it's all Adam’s fault.

This series also introduces us to Captain Jack, who (to this day) remains one of the best Doctor Who characters, even with how he returned in Whittaker’s run.

Conclusion

Well that is my list. I know people are going to want to argue with it and disagree with it. That is alright. You are entitled to your own opinion.  9 has a special place in my heart, and no matter how good any of the other Doctors are, I don’t think they will be able to top him for me… I think he is kind of run by nostalgia and by the fact every time I rewatch Doctor who I start with Rose. 

Maybe I will do a blog talking about enemies, or companions. Or Maybe I could rank episodes in a specific series. Sorry for my massive rant. I hope you enjoyed it.

[muppetsilas]

Copypasta from Twitter

So I'm doing a thing. I'm not good at words so bear w/me please.

Some of you have heard me refer to having a “brain disorder” or calling my brain stupid/broken. I've never really shared the details on that.

CW: Trauma, Sexual Assault, Violence (little detail as possible)

When I was a young bloke, I was dating someone who was abusive. I knew this before I even got involved with him but he gave me attention and convinced me that he "really saw me." My complicated past had taught me I was unlovable so I took the bait. Being autistic, I've always been easy to manipulate, so he had the ideal person to bully. At the time, I hadn't ever slept with anyone before. I was still figuring myself out (had never heard of ace folks being a thing) and wasn't ready yet.

One day he decided that he had had enough of me saying no to him. Not surprisingly, he attacked me, hitting me in the chin so hard with something it split open and made me blind and confused. He forced himself on me, then stabbed me 4 times in my lower torso. Needless to say I had a lot of damage, one of which was a concussion, but with no help to come for over 15m, it got worse as I passed out. I'm turn I suffered a traumatic brain injury (TBI). This is what I've been vaguely referring to when I use those other terms.

TBIs can cause many different issues, but mine causes:

-A lisp

-A limp

-Minimal fine motor skills (can't button buttons, pick up small stuff, or hold a pencil, etc)

-Decreased gross motor skills

-Memory issues (long and short; loss and forgetting)

-Vision issues

-Occasional confusion/disorientation

-Inability to retain new information/skills I've learned

-Difficulty with social situations and relationships

Some of these are constant, some aren't and can get better or worse by day (heck sometimes by minute; no idea why).

Some things that help me are:

-Finding ways to do things differently. Cheats and hacks!!

-Writing LOTS of lists to remind me how to do simple stuff or of tasks I need to complete.

-Using assistive technology and mobility aids.

-People being patient with me (big one).

I don't have pity for myself. I've done AMAZING things that I'm grateful for, and could have ended up so much worse.

I got to travel the world and fall in love at least twice.

So yeah, now I mostly make posts on Twitter about politics from my chair bc I can't physically get out there to march and canvas, and generally raise Hell, without help that I don't have.

Or I'm filling my TL with David Tennant pics, stuff about being queer, disabled and autistic or general silliness. My life isn't as “big” as I'd hoped and I'll probably never meet anyone to spend my life with. I struggle with that sometimes, more than I'd like to admit, but in the grand scheme of things, I'm doing pretty damn good. I'm grateful for the community I've found here in recent years, especially since 90% of days, you're my only human contact.

Love y'all. Thank you for listening. 💜

[princess-of-france]

Okay I am having MASSIVE FEELS over this paper I'm writing, about H5.4.1 and R2.4.1 and Henry's understanding that he's just a man under all the ceremony and titles and robes and it reminded me of the line in "Superman" by Five For Fighting-- "I'm only a man in a funny red sheet." I can't put that in my paper so I'll just cry about it here.

Please, cry! And I will cry with you. And we will flood the angels out of heaven itself with our tears, because the man who wears the crown is still a man. 

It is the most awful truth in the entire Henriad and it becomes the loneliest realization for Richard, for Henry, and finally for Hal. The balm, the crown, the duty’s rights, the sceptre and the ball, the sword, the mace, the crown imperial, the intertissued robes of gold and pearl…all of them, altogether, all those pieces combined, amount to nothing more than a funny red sheet, in the end. As David Tennant so poignantly put it during an interview for the RSC’s Richard II: “It is the most devastating thing in the world, to finally understand that the angels aren’t coming.”

But this fact — that wearing the king’s crown doesn’t sap the humanity from a man’s soul — is also, I think, the only true source of redemption in the entire tetralogy, because the great hope of humankind lies in our ability and willingness to improve ourselves and the world around us. And we will not, we cannot, strive to make ourselves wiser, kinder, or more just if we see ourselves as inherently infallible, divine, or exempt from the laws of man. Richard’s bitter, fourth-act recognition that sitting on a throne doesn’t turn a man’s blood to ichor is balanced so beautifully in the play by the gossamer connections he is then able to forge in Act 5 with his queen (whom he sends away to safety) and his old groom (whom he thanks and then sends away to safety). God’s angels may not have come to save him, but the angels of his better nature win the battle against his own vanity and he dies so bravely, with his humanity intact.

Fifteen short years later, Hal’s late-night, rain-soaked epiphany that a king is nothing more than a man is precisely what enables him to fight like he has nothing to lose. He doesn’t carry one shred of complacency onto the field of battle on the morning of St. Crispin’s Day; in fact, he’s pretty much resigned himself to his own death. And that’s a huge factor in the English victory. 

Then, when he survives, and the fatalities of the battle are read off a scrap of parchment, I think Henry is forced to confront the reality of what ordinary men are capable of. Does the mass slaughter of Agincourt imply that he is something even LESS than a man? Is there any humanity left in him at all, or is he just a man-shaped shell, a husk? I would argue it’s not until he meets Catherine that Hal finally discovers the salvation of his maxim that a king is just a man. Because if ordinary men are capable of extraordinary destruction, then that means they must also be capable of extraordinary love. And every time he makes this French princess laugh, whether intentionally or not, he gets closer and closer to reclaiming his humanity. His courtship succeeds not because he wows her with his godlike glory, but because he lets himself be a messy human in front of her. The fact that all the gilded objects on earth cannot protect a king from mortality is precisely what enables Hal to be vulnerable in front of the one person who can make him happy. 

Perhaps my favorite motif in the Henriad is the constant textual conflation of humanity and music. Songs are often wrapped up with elements of the human condition: souls, madness, wisdom, friendship, grief, spousal love. Music is a shared language in these plays; one might even call it a universal language, in the same way that the soul is a universal human feature. Falstaff & Friends carouse to the tune of drinking ditties on their way to, from, and around the edge of battle. Lady Mortimer sings in Welsh to her English-speaking husband who can’t understand a word, but treasures the love she pours into every note. Catherine’s broken English sounds to Hal like the sweetest song on earth, and he begs her to keep speaking. It’s almost like Shakespeare is trying to say something about the inherent beauty of humans — that even though we are earthbound creatures, we are capable of creating gorgeous noise and melodies that resonate across language barriers, class divides, and ideological differences. 

Never is this link between personhood and music clearer or more heartrending than in the parallel Shakespeare draws between Richard’s final moments alive and Hal’s chosen penance for Richard’s death:

“This music mads me; let it sound no more,For though it have holp madmen to their wits, In me it seems it will make wise men mad. Yet blessing on his heart that gives it me! For ‘tis a sign of love; and love to Richard Is a strange brooch in this all-hating world…”

(Richard of Bordeaux, Richard II; Act V, scene v)

“…and I have built Two chantries, where the sad and solemn priests Sing still for Richard’s soul…”

(King Henry V, Henry V; Act IV, scene i)

Yes, a king is just a man. But to be a man is to have a soul. And to have a soul is to be worth singing about. 

[stevishabitat]

I have Opinions on this. I was a linguistics student, so I'm a little more aware and opinionated on accents, dialects, etc. I feel like from a representation standpoint, accents & dialects are trailing behind other aspects of representation. But I think the same dynamics can apply. There *are* marginalized accents and dialects. AAVE being one of the more obvious ones.

But there's also a TON of classism involved in which accents are normalized and which are used to "other" characters (used for comedy effect or emotional effect). I feel like when an actor takes on a lower-prestige accent than their own, I find that super uncomfortable. But I don't find it uncomfortable when it goes the other way - when an actor who naturally speaks a lower-prestige accent adopts a higher-prestige accent.

One show that really got me thinking about this recently was Carnival Row. The whole show is about colonialism and oppression. Yet the main character representing the oppressed Fae is played Cara Delevingne… an English actor... using a fake Irish accent. Like... REALLY??? If you're going to use the Fae as a stand-in for the Irish, in a morality tale about the horrors of colonialism, how about you use an actual Irish actor to play the part? I mean, I love Cara Delevingne in this part, but it just grates on me that there could have been much more weight to it if the actor were Irish. It's almost like perpetrating erasure on a small scale to do otherwise.

Globalization of entertainment makes it possible now for actors of so many backgrounds to work on productions in every corner of the world. So why do we have people faking accents anyway? If the script specifically identifies a character as, say, Welsh... get a freaking Welsh actor to do it! If the accent isn't really a big deal for the script, then let your actor use their own natural accent (Looking at you, Doctor Who, re: David Tennant). If that could just be the rule of thumb, then we wouldn't have to listen to all these crap accents all the time. And honestly, more natural Welsh accents on my TV? Yes PLEASE! What's Gareth David-Lloyd doing these days, anyway?

Oh, and WTF is going on with all these British actors in American shows doing American accents? Do we not have actors in the U.S. anymore? Alternately, do we think Americans won't watch British actors using their own accent? Pick one, guys. I've watched a few recently - Prodigal Son and Designated Survivor come to mind - and although they all did an admirable job handling the accents, I had to wonder if either an American in the role - OR if they'd been able to use their natural accent - would have played better.

As I said, I'm probably too attuned to accents for my own good, but when I'm pulling out IMBD to check on an actor's nationality because something about their accent or acting feels off, that's got me right out of the drama. And once I've noticed it, it's not gonna go away. I'll hear every slip, notice every slightly stiff delivery of a line. Shoot, I'm gonna notice when their mouth does a weird thing to try to pull an awkward vowel out, or reach for that rhotic R. (Although, the intrusive R is more often a give-away than any rhotic R failure, especially if someone hasn't been specifically coached about it).