#scottish at heart

[wraithee]

Hit me like a cartoon anvil today that the reason I love Crowley in all the flashbacks so much this season is because they are from Aziraphale’s POV and it’s the story of how he fell in love with him.

[ingravinoveritas]

Tonight is press night for Macbeth, and Michael is sitting in the second row beaming at David as proud as can be. The two of them looking at each other like that is everything...

[vigilskeep]

what was sick and twisted is that inquisition made you make a free marcher and then didn’t let you give them a starkhaven scottish voice

[bonefall]

Do you know what the other animals that were trapped in cages are? I think there's a zebra, gray wolf and honey badger but I'm not sure

I caught five unique animals in the passage, lemmie share all of my guesses;

Easy; giraffe! Though I wouldn't really describe them as "yellow," WC has a habit of "cartoonifying" certain popular animals so this is definitely a giraffe (such as the tongue-slinging frogs in ShadowClan, real frogs do not have chameleon tongues)

The next one, the zebra, is also pretty apparent;

For those who didn't know, zebras are smaller than domestic horses! That's correct!

The one that stumps me the most is definitely this "weaselbadger" animal, but I'm fairly certain it's a honey badger yeah.

As opposed to a European badger like the cats are used to, a honey badger would look a lot thinner and more "weasel-like." They also have a solid white stripe that separates their black bottoms from their ticked top-fur, and I can't think of any other animal that has a separated fur color in that way.

There's also a very large snake of some kind, "coiled" around a branch. So, something arboreal.

While it's definitely a constricting snake, there isn't enough description about its color or behavior to tell if it's a boa or a python, nor what species it is. Since the largest reptile Ivypool naturally encounters would be adders, I also can't say if the "snake bigger than she could ever imagine" is actually that big.

If I'm making a shot in the dark though, the "small eyes" would make me guess it's a particularly old reticulated python. They're also common pet snakes, so it wouldn't be out of place at a skeevy ""Animal Sanctuary"" like this book is portraying.

(SIDE NOTE; I am satisfied with the portrayal of this particular zoo, which is clearly in someone's backyard and made from ramshackle planks and chainlink. I stand firmly against broad, untargeted "zoo slander" but I think the team did a good job in portraying this place as some crank's private collection.)

This next one, the "furry dog," is described with shaggy fur around its neck and shoulders, and then explicitly called gray when it attacks the human. Simple; that is a gray wolf.

While it's definitely a wolf, I'd need to see them describe the howl to tell you if it's Eurasian or American. American wolves lean harder on the first syllable and the call is more "shouty", while Eurasian wolves have a longer, more "melodious" songlike howl.

As for the "mane," that's a trait wolves can have. Some have larger neck ruffs than others-- usually influenced by climate. I don't know enough about wolves to tell you if that's purely genetic, or if it's influenced by the fact this individual lives in a place where it needs to develop a particularly thick winter coat.

(Also, funfact; the extinct British wolf was actually one of the largest gray wolf subspecies ever known. RIP British wolves)

And, lastly, of course, is the Scottish Wildcat.

Exactly as the book goes on to describe, they have blunt, bushy tails, green eyes, and tabby coats. They look like very large domestic cats!

[david-tennant-in-chairs]

I need these two to be in everything together forever. Is that so much to ask?

Happy Birthday Michael Sheen!

[fluffylord]

CRIMINAL RECORD | DANIEL HEGARTY

[ourtubahero-blog]

Star crossed lovers when their eyes meet and the world disappears.

[artaintfartwarriors]

Any random wildcat from ivypool heart book please.

Hmmm ok! I did one of the leaders(?). I need to read this book already!!!!

[rainbowpopeworld]

Second “Heart” interview: David Tennant & Alex Hassell talk about new show Rivals and more with Pandora Christie

[hemi-demi]

Skin to skin cuddles ❤️

[everybody-loves-purdy]

I think we can assume that the wildcats are indeed Scottish wildcats?

[quotidianish]

Jade Winglet (minus Umber and Carnelian 😢) designs and another Winter/Turtle doodle

[ingravinoveritas]

Feeling very normal about David making prolonged eye contact with Michael in the audience during curtain call at the opening night of Macbeth last night...

[adventuresofalgy]

It was the Winter Solstice, the darkest, shortest day of the year, and Algy had risen, quite literally, high into the air, as soon as it was light enough to see, in order to inspect his new surroundings.

And joy of joy, he knew where he was! Algy was the happiest fluffy bird in all the world, for at last he was not only no longer lost, but he was in an area he knew well, not all that far from his very own home.

Setting off as soon as he had consumed a hasty and decidedly scanty breakfast – for there was little food to be found in the snow – Algy flew steadily through the brief hours of daylight, with his magic pumpkin clasped firmly in his beak. And when the shortest day quickly gave way to night, Algy did not pause, but continued to fly ever onward through the silvery moonlight, rejoicing at the familiarity of the landscape below.

Gazing up at the moon from time to time, Algy recalled one of the best poems ever written about that beautiful Empress of the Night, and practised reciting it inside his fluffy head as he continued to make his way happily homewards:

The Moon was but a Chin of Gold A Night or two ago – And now she turns Her perfect Face Upon the World below – Her Forehead is of Amplest Blonde – Her Cheek – a Beryl hewn – Her Eye unto the Summer Dew The likest I have known – Her Lips of Amber never part – But what must be the smile Upon Her Friend she could confer Were such Her Silver Will – And what a privilege to be But the remotest Star – For Certainty She take Her Way Beside Your Palace Door – Her Bonnet is the Firmament – The Universe – Her Shoe – The Stars – the Trinkets at Her Belt – Her Dimities – of Blue.

[Algy is thinking of the poem The Moon was but a Chin of Gold by the 19th century American poet Emily Dickinson.]

[vanitaslover33]

scottish wilsiri AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH

[aziraphales-ineffable-bookshop]

campbell bain my beloved