#there was this michael sheen interview a few years ago where they ask him if good omens is similar to game of thrones

[ingravinoveritas]

I just want to say I love your blog- I came across it last night and completely went down the rabbit hole and completely convinced of the MS/DT love. I wanted to know what you thought of this video

https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZT8p7x9jV/

Even the mere mention of his name that is not appearing to be about Michael Sheen, David makes it about him and lights up. What do you think about how David reacts in interviews, shows etc where either David brings him up on his own or he comes up and he reacts? I see his demeanor change almost instantly. I feel that people don’t see as much of this coming from David and even though it’s not as obvious as Michael, it’s really there.

Hi there! Well thank you so much for the kind words about my blog--I'm always happy to know folks like what I am doing and are enjoying my ridiculous posts. I really appreciate it!

That video you linked to is a great one, and one I have talked about previously on my blog. I'll put my gifs up here so we have a visual reference:

The first thing (of course) that stood out to me was this random fan mentioning his friend, and immediately David thought of Michael. Because there are a lot of Michaels in the world, after all. Michael Caine. Michael Myers. George Michael, even. And yet David's mind went straight to Michael Sheen--his Michael--and that seems so telling.

I also have a tag on my blog for the many instances of David and Michael bringing each other up when the other isn't there, as that is also one of my favorite things. There are a lot of wonderful examples there, but I think one that is really worth checking out is a podcast David was on two years ago with fellow actor Paapa Essiedu. Paapa brought up Michael earlier in the interview, but later on it's David who brings him up, and there is such impossible fondness in his voice when he talks about him.

(I think this also ties into something I've discussed a few times on my blog, which is David feeling more comfortable opening up when doing an audio interview where we can't see him, versus a video interview where we can. A supposition that rings particularly true in the case of David's own podcast episode where he interviewed Michael in 2019.)

One of the most memorable things David said in the interview with Michael is, "You're an honest version of how I'm feeling." Five years ago, this seemed especially true because David was so much more reserved than Michael--less obvious, as you said--but in no way did that mean his feelings were less strong. What we see now in David's reactions when Michael is brought up--that shift in demeanor, that complete softness he emanates in a way he doesn't with others--is the externalization of something that was always there on the inside.

In that vein, I want to make sure your second Ask doesn't go unaddressed, as the NTAs are another vivid example of David's softness around Michael, and to date, still one of the most special nights in the fandom. I've written about a lot of my thoughts on it in detail, so I invite you to check out my #NTA Awards 2021 tag for a whole lot of analysis and discourse.

I hope this helps to answer your questions. Thanks for writing in! x

#killerqueen-82 #reply post #david tennant #soft scottish hipster gigolo #michael sheen #welsh seduction machine #david is definitely more subtle than Michael #but he knows how to speak volumes without saying a word #one very visible example is how often he physically leans in to Michael #which we don't seem to see him do with a lot of people #he seeks comfort from Michael #so much warmth and affection #beautiful #a friendship that's become something more #i don't know if i believe in fate but i believe in them #basingstoke comic con 2023 #ineffable lovers #discourse #gifs by me

[roslinadama-sinequanon]

The Feast of the Seven Fishes-New MC Fanfic

This is just something I threw together for Christmas in my continuing effort to show how Sharon and Andy spent their first year of marriage together. I got the inspiration from Tony who talked about this Sicilian tradition in an interview and how he hoped to go back to his roots and host one in the future. Can totally see Andy embracing the whole family this way.

You can read here https://www.fanfiction.net/s/13157919/1/The-Feast-of-the-Seven-Fishes or here https://archiveofourown.org/works/17160020 or here:

Sharon gazed up at the 15 foot Douglas fir placed in the corner of their living room. It was so tall that her 6 foot 1-inch husband had struggled to get the angel straight, even on a ladder. It had been a long time since she’d had a live tree, let alone one this big. A high ceiling was one of the many attributes of their new home.  The tree was beautiful, filled with ornaments from their pasts and new ones they had purchased together—including the special stained glass shamrock ornament reading “Ireland 2018” that they had purchased on their honeymoon in Ireland.

Last year at this time, she was still recovering from the mild bout of cardiomyopathy that had thankfully turned out to be more of an annoyance than anything else. She’d had to take some time off to allow the virus to run its course and they’d decided to put off their search for a new home until she was feeling stronger. Now, they had this beautiful Spanish Revival, with its high exposed wood beam ceilings, wrought iron chandeliers and the extra spare rooms that would house some of the family members who would be descending on their home tonight. Boughs of holly were draped along the stone fireplace mantle where their stockings were lined up in a row. Live wreaths hung on the walls, filling the air with the scent of balsam pine. Gorgeous full poinsettias in red and white graced the coffee table, the end tables and the top of Sharon’s piano—her housewarming gift from Andy. A strategic sprig of mistletoe dangled in the archway leading from the hall into the living room, a spot where Andy caught her at every opportunity.

She could hear him now in the kitchen, just through another graceful archway off the living room. He was in his glory, preparing for the “Feast of the Seven Fishes” a seven-course traditional Sicilian Christmas Eve meal. It was something he remembered fondly from his childhood and for as long as she had known him; he had talked about wanting to do this for their family. However, until they bought this new larger home, it hadn’t been feasible. The condo wasn’t large enough for both their extended families. This house was.

She made her way into the kitchen, watching Andy slapping together crab and salmon cakes while humming along to “It’s the Most Wonderful Time of the Year,” with Andy Williams. She ran her hand along his shoulders as she made her way to the stove, earning that pure Andy smile that always made her feel like she was the best thing in his world. She lifted the cover on the vat of bubbling New England clam chowder, stuck a spoon in, and took a taste. The chowder was her contribution, her grandmother’s recipe that always transported her back to summers on Nantucket.

Seven dishes was a lot of food so they were doing as much prep work as possible so all they would have to do tonight was heat everything up. They would start with bacon wrapped scallops along with traditional antipasto for hors-d'oeuvres, and then they would move into the meal. The chowder, followed by the crab and salmon cake appetizers, then a coconut shrimp salad with orange marmalade sauce, lobster rolls made with fresh Maine lobster purchased from ‘Cape Seafood and Provisions’ in West Hollywood, garlicky shrimp scampi, and baked flounder au gratin made with flounder  that Andy and Ricky caught on a fishing trip out to Catalina. Ricky and his girlfriend Tess had flown in a couple days ago and would be staying with them in one of the guest rooms. Emily was due to arrive any minute with her O’Dwyer grandparents, and Andy’s mother and his sisters Antonella, Maura, Peggy, and Gina, along with Peggy and Gina’s husbands and Gina’s daughter Sophia had settled in at a local B&B run by a friend of Sharon’s from her book club. Sharon’s sister Christine, her brother in law Ed and her nieces Jillian and Bridget were also staying at the B&B.

**********

It was Christmas Eve, the food was prepared and Sharon’s sense of occasion had the house looking like something out of a magazine spread. A fire burned in the hearth, white lights twinkled on the large Christmas tree and ran along the built-in bookshelves that flanked the fireplace. Christmas music played softly on the Bose surround sound speakers that Ricky had helped them set up with they’d first moved in. The families mingled, some carrying wine glasses, others cut glass miniature mugs of eggnog doctored up with a little vanilla ice cream, whipped cream, and nutmeg. A bottle of spiced rum sat next to the punch bowl for those who wanted a little extra zip in their nog.

Andy stood leaning against the fireplace sipping his non-spiked eggnog, listening to Celine Dion sing about another year having gone by. He had been talking with Nicole and Dean but as they moved on to get some cheese and crackers for the boys he took a moment to survey the room with pleasure. All the O’Dwyers, Raydors, and Flynn’s were under one roof. His roof. Their roof. His eyes fell on Sharon across the room near the piano. She was in a conversation with her mother, his mother, and his sister Antonella. She had changed into a red cashmere sweater dress that gently skimmed over her curves along with knee-high black suede boots. Sexy and elegant. That was his wife. As if she felt his gaze on her, she turned and caught his eyes, flashing him a broad beaming smile that lit her whole face and made him feel like the luckiest son of a bitch on the planet. When Sharon smiled at him like that, he felt like he could walk on water.

Later that night when they returned from midnight mass at St. Joseph’s and she had changed into a long white silk nightgown, he into pajama bottoms and t-shirt, he slid his iPod into the dock and clicked on one of her favorites, Michael Buble.

“Dance with me,” he said, holding out a hand. She took it and stepped into his arms, resting her head on his broad chest, swaying gently to “I’ll be Home for Christmas” thinking that Buble could even make that holiday favorite sound sexy.

“We are home, aren’t we?” she said, nuzzling into his chest. God how she loved this house near the sea.

“We are,” he agreed, rubbing his cheek against her soft fragrant hair. “But it’s more than this house. It’s you, Sharon. You’re my home. You always have been.”

She pulled back, hearing the catch in his voice. When she saw the sheen of tears displayed in his dark eyes by the moonlight shining through the French doors, she cupped a hand over his cheek. She knew he was thinking about last year at this time. “And you’re my home. As long as we’re together nothing else matters.”

“No, it doesn’t. And as far as Christmas goes, I’ve already been given the best gift ever. I‘ll never have to ask for anything else.”

She cocked her head with curiosity. “What’s that?”

“You. Here with me, healthy and well. When you were sick last year, I made a few deals with God. One of those was that I’d never ask for anything else as long as he made you well again. He kept up His end of the bargain and there’s nothing else I want or need that can ever compare to having you by my side. Forever.

Sharon felt the tear slide down her cheek and then his thumb wiping it away. “How’d I ever get so lucky to have a man like you in my life?”

“Me? I dunno. Provenza said I was the booby prize.”

Sharon gave a surprised little snort laugh. No one could make her laugh through her tears like Andy. “You’re not the booby prize,” she said. “You’re the blue ribbon all the way.  

******

Christmas morning brought more good news for the family when Dean and Nicole showed up with Tyler and Scottie who were wearing reindeer t-shirts that read “Oh Deer, I’m going to be a big brother” and the announcement that she was due in June. The entire family erupted with excitement, but none more so than Andy and Sharon who were over the moon at the idea of another grandchild.

Once the gifts were unwrapped, the paper balled up in boxes to be sent to recycling, everyone moved into the dining room for a large brunch. Casseroles, ham and cheese, sausage and hash browns, and French toast. Quiche, both veggie and bacon and Gruyere, and a variety of Danish’s, cinnamon rolls, croissants, muffins, coffee cake, and bagels were spread out on the table. It was sunny and in the mid-’60s so Sharon left the French doors open to the patio. Some ate outside under the pergola on the large farmer’s table or perched on the comfortable chairs Andy had placed in a cozy circle around the outdoor Chiminea, while others ate inside in the dining room or on the island bar in the kitchen.  

While they ate Ricky and Tess announced that they were moving in together and would be looking for a condo in San Diego or its surroundings. Tess had been working on her Master's degree in Psychology with a focus on refugee mental health and human rights at Berkeley and had interned with different programs helping refugee children and their families in the Bay area. Now with her Master’s completed, she had been offered a job working with traumatized children experiencing posttraumatic stress having come from refugee situations, many who had been tortured, abused or traumatized by watching family members killed in front of them. She would be working with the children utilizing Trauma-Focused Cognitive Behavioral Therapy techniques. It was an amazing opportunity and she had to take it, but it meant moving over 7 hours away from Ricky and that was something they both deemed unacceptable. This time it was Ricky who would make the sacrifice. He was lucky. With his computer savvy he could pretty much find a job anywhere in the world, and in many cases, name his price. So, moving had not been a difficult decision. In fact, he informed them that he already had a few interviews lined up in cybersecurity.

Sharon was thrilled that her son was in a serious relationship with a young woman she really liked and that Ricky had been willing to make sacrifices to make the relationship work. Even better, he was now going to be an easily drivable distance away. Less than two hours! He and Andy had already been talking about fishing trips and Dodger games.

A little later while everyone was relaxing inside and they were burning cardboard in the Chiminea, Andy slipped an arm around Sharon‘s waist. “Looks like 2019 is going to be another great year for us.”

“Yes, it does.” She rested her head on his shoulder with a contented sigh. “A new baby, Ricky getting serious with Tess and moving closer to home and our first full year in our new house.”

Andy looked inside through the French doors, his eyes falling on Emily who was laughing with his sister Gina. “Now if we can just get our girl closer to home, life would be perfect.”

Our girl. God how she loved him.

#sharon raydor #andy flynn #shandy #Major Crimes #Shandy Christmas #sharon and andy live on forever and ever #sharonmattered #screw you duff

[soriseerakyra]

Nice to Meet You -5-

Warnings:none

Bruce Wayne’s hands were large, but not in a scary way. He has slight scars on them but for the most part they were as well maintained as could be expected of a billionaire. You watched as his hand dwarfed the cardboard coffee cup as he brought it up to his mouth.  You took a sip of your own drink as you watched him carefully from the corner of your eye. If he turned out to be a crazy, those large hands of his could be around your neck in an instant.

 “I’m surprised you didn’t want to sit in the shop like last time,” he remarks.

 “It was a totally different vibe from the other place,” you say looking out the scenery. “Total assholes in there.”

 “How could you tell?”

 “Bright but agitating lighting, small uncomfortable hard chairs, clinical white walls with a hint of red, all signs that they want you to come in and buy their shit but not actually sit down and enjoy it.”

 “You’re perceptive.”

 “No, I’m paranoid and a more than a little self-conscious, so over the years I’ve picked up on clues that show when I’m not wanted.”

 “Does this mean you’re comfortable with me then? You did agree to come to a park at night with a guy you have personally described as a sleaze-ball.”

 It was true. After you noticed the atmosphere at the coffee shop you wanted to still spend time with Bruce. There were a few signs outside the store the pointed to the location of a park, when he suggested that the two of you walk their you took him up on his offer, despite the fact you were sure that if he wanted he could crush you if he wanted too. So now the two of you are watching the sun set, on a small dirty bench, in a slightly secluded park.

 “Sure, let’s go with that.”

 He chuckles and shakes his head. “I wouldn’t have been offended if you said no.”

 You looked at his blue eyes and found sincerity in them. Your eyes flick across the entirety of his face and you notice the gentle curve of his smile and you feel a rush of hot blood not only make it way to your cheeks but your nose as well. You could feel a slight sheen a sweat formed from the heavy blush and you brought your coffee back to your lips to disguise your embarrassment.

You really hoped he wasn’t crazy, he was so nice to look at.

 “You ok?” He asks concerned at your silence.

 “Y-yeah just wanted to finish it before it got cold,” you say as you slightly shake your cup.

He looks at you with a slightly raised eyebrow, but he lets it go as he finishes his own.

 “So,” he starts, “Carlisle and Preston, how did that happen?”

 “Oh, I’ve worked for them for a while now, about five years.”

 “You like it?”

 “Yeah,” you say with a shrug. “They’re cool guys, I mean as cool as CEOs of an accounting firm can be.”

 “Five years,” he muses, “They’ve only been here for two, so you must have come from the West Coast.”

 “Pick up on that, did you?” You say with a raised eyebrow. “Hope we didn’t step on anyone toes.”

 “Not mine,” he says with a shrug, “Those guys at Wessler and Burns, though, they tend to hold a grudge.”

 “Oh, I know, when I threatened them during that interview they tried to turn the tables on me, told me that they would get their lawyers to pursue me.”

 “What exactly did you say?”

 “Like I told you on the phone, threatened for the restraining order and I may have probably implied that they could possibly look like pedophiles.”

 He stared at you blankly for a moment.

 “That would get the lawyers to come out,” he started. “But if you have a job, why did you go to the interview.”

 You looked at him for a moment, lips puckering at the idea of telling him the truth. It wasn’t a large secret, but you also weren’t sure it was completely legal. You didn’t want Bruce to think less of you.

 “I was spying,” you say after mulling it over.

 “Spying?” he questions with a furrowed brow. “For your job?”

 You huff and instinctively lean in closer to the man, as if you were guarding some sort of top secret.

 “We’ve had a lot of success, you know?” you start. “I’ve been with these guys for a while, for half of the firm’s life. We’re successful because we aren’t the squares you envision when you think accountant.”

 “I’ve heard that,” he remarks has he listened to you intently.

 “Each floor takes care of its own like a little family. That dinner I took Camille to? We all chipped in so we could send her off in style. The benefits are great, and for those of us who came from California or Washington or Oregon, the set up for these buildings was so similar to what we were used to, we were happy to come and help the guys expand out here. We felt like it was our duty to help our family grow.”

 “What happened?”

 “About two months back, employees started leaving.”

 “To work at other firms?”

 “That what I thought. But they just started not showing up to work. And it wasn’t just one or two we’ve lost about twenty. About two for every floor.”

 Bruce sat back, hairs on the back of his neck standing slightly on end. There had been no chatter about twenty missing people.

 “Strange, right?” you say looking in his eyes and taking in his reaction. “I asked Michael-“

 “Michael Carlisle?”

 “Yeah, he swings by sometimes. I asked him if he knew what was happening. He just said that we were being poached for talent. At first I believed him.”

 “What changed that?”

 “One of the people that went missing was a guy from the San Francisco branch, like me.  His name was Spencer Weisman. We weren’t the closest, hell the only person I’ve gotten super close to is Camille, but he was nice. Back when we worked out in SF he used to give me rides to corporate events or home if it was late, and he was never creepy about it. He was just a good person.

 “He got transferred at the same time I did and he worked on the same floor I did. He was one of the ones that went missing.  So, I did some asking around and I found out that majority of those who were gone were from out west.”

 “That’s strange especially considering what you told me about the family atmosphere. It doesn’t seem like the type of place where a person up and leave.”

 You nod your head, glad that he followed your train of thought.

 “So, I thought, if they really were getting poached, that you’d see them somewhere, out for coffee, dinner, at another firm.”

 “You went to look for them.”

 “Uh-huh, well at least look for Spencer so I could have any sort of truth, but I never found him or anyone.”

 “Did anyone else know about this? About what you found out?”

 “Just Camille. She thought I was being paranoid though, but she hasn’t been here as long as I have, you know? She just got here about a year and a half ago, she doesn’t get the ‘family’ aspect.”

 He pauses for a minute and observes your face, almost as he’s making sure that you aren’t reading too much into something that could be coincidences. When he found whatever he was looking for he took his phone from his pocket. You saw him quickly type in something before he turned back to you.

 “I hope that your friend pops up. I’m sure its nothing to worry about.”

 “I hope so, too,” you say.

 “It’s getting late,” he looks at you apologetically. “I can take you home now if you want.”

 You look at him skeptically. While the two of you had missed the sunset and it was now dark outside, it wasn’t anything you’d considered close to late. However, you were in an area where you weren’t completely sure of your surroundings and you wouldn’t want to be caught outside too late.

 “You can take me to the nearest train station.”

 “Still don’t trust that I’m not out to hurt you.”

 You look at him and shrug, “Maybe next time I’ll let you drop me off somewhere in my neighborhood.”

 ***

Bruce dropped you off at the train with a wink and a smile, he’d also promised to call you to set up your next date. After you got out of the car you waved to him as he drove away from the station.

You headed down into the tunnel, and paid your fair.  As you waited on the platform you couldn’t help to feel a little nervous. You never liked the underground stations, the only escape route was either through the tunnels or back up some stairs, and neither were good for traversing in a panic.

 “You okay, miss?”

  You jumped at the sound of the voice and looked up to see one of the attendees looking at you worriedly, dark eyebrows furrowed with concern.

 “Oh, yeah sorry just lost in my thoughts,” you say with a small smile.

 “Oh ok, just making sure,” he said shoulders relaxing, “you looked lost.”

 “This isn’t my normal station, so I was just a little confused.”

 “Understandable,” he said with a nod. “All right, have a good evening ma’am.”

 You watched as he walked away further down that platform before he turned the corner, like heading back to his booth.

 Ten minutes passed and then the train arrived with gust of wind that was simultaneously refreshing and revolting. It relieved some of the hot air that was trapped in the station but the smell made you want to gag.

 The 10-minute train ride turned into a 45-minute odyssey. It was just your luck that a sewer main burst as soon as the train passed its first stop.

 You took a deep breath and relished in the fresh air as you came up top side from the station. Slipping your phone from your pocket to check the time, you see that it ‘9:00 p.m.’

 You grip your phone tightly, before slipping it back into your pocket.  Sliding your hands carefully over your pockets, make sure that all of your belongings are in places that are easily accessible, specifically your keys and your pepper spray. Satisfied you leave the safety of the station and begin to make your journey home.

 “Stoooppp!!!! SOME ONE HELP ME!!! LET GOOO!”

 The screams of a woman made your heart stop. You could hear ringing in your ears and your stomach started to tighten up in fear. You run a hand down your back-right pocket feeling for the can of pepper spray. Arming yourself, you swallow thickly before you make your way to the voice.

  It’s an alley, dark, wet, and heavily graffitied. The lamppost at the entrance of the alley lights enough where you can see that its filled with trash, mainly old newspapers and empty food containers.

 Approaching slowly, you see the woman who screaming and the heavy visage of her attacker. Her small hands tried to beat him a way, but it was no use. The man had a large, seemingly gloved hand across her mouth stopping her from screaming the way she was before. He had her pinned against the wall at the end of alley. A large leg pressing his body on hers trapping her while he tried to pry the purse away from the struggling woman.

 “H-hey!” you say readying your spray, but he doesn’t stop. You don’t blame him. You wonder if he even heard you. You had meant to get his attention but the words seemed not to travel too far from your own mouth.

 “I SAID ‘HEY’ ASSHOLE!”, you say this time, louder and more clearly. It had the desired effect as he turned his attention away from the woman. He seemed startled and whipped his head around seemingly spooked. However, once he saw your slightly trembling form her relaxed.

 “OH!” he starts, “I thought you was one of those bat bitches.”

 “What does that even mean?” you question with a shake of your head. “Anyway, let that woman go.”

 He stops and looks at you genuinely confused about why you thought you had any ability to make him stop. Without the pressure of the man’s body on hers the woman falls to the ground and catches her breath. She looks at you worriedly, but you can’t offer any strong words or a glance that would say the both of you would get out of this encounter unharmed.

 “What exactly are you gonna do, lady?” He says as he stalks toward you.  You steel yourself. The panic that you had before is still there. Your body feels lighter than it was before and you knew that if you took off running right now, there would be no way in hell that he would be able to catch you.

 “I-,” you start, but don’t finish. A gust of air zooms past you catching you off guard and making you snap your eyes shut. When you open them, the threatening man was on the ground, with a small boy in a fighting stance standing over him.

 “Heathen,” the small boy spits out before relaxing. You watch as he flips the man’s body over and cuffs him.

He looks at the woman down the at the end of the alley, whose looking at him with wide almost adoring eyes. He turns his attention to you. He walks up to you rather authoritatively and you feel slightly intimidated. He’s wearing a green mask, with a red and black outfit that has a large R on the chest as an insignia and a yellow and black cape. He puts his hands on his hips before he speaks.

 “Your friend is likely going to go into shock, call the authorities and have them send an ambulance.”

 You don’t say anything as you stare blankly at the boy. You can feel the blood rushing to your head and you feel slightly dizzy. The adrenaline that made you brave earlier is gone and you can feel the rush of anxiety feeling you as you realize what you had just done, how much danger that you’d put yourself in. You felt light headed and suddenly your knees hit the ground, but before you could fall over completely and hit your head the boy caught you and mad sure that you spilled over gently instead of just falling over.

 “Or you can do that.”

#bruce wayne #bruce x reader #bruce imagine #bruce wayne imagine #bruce wayne x reader #batman imagine #batman x reader #batman

[ingravinoveritas]

Hi there! Please, I'm struggling to remember where did we first hear Michael being called a "welsh seduction machine" and David a "soft scottish hipster gigolo". I really wanna know! Do you?

Hello! Well, by no means do I want to take credit if this isn't the case, but I actually started using those tags here on Tumblr four years ago (the tag for Michael in June 2019 and the tag for David in August 2019). After watching GO season 1, I got into Michael first, and so #welsh seduction machine came pretty readily as a tag, though I couldn't say for certain that I was the first one ever to call him that.

(Michael did once mention in an interview when asked about something untrue yet hilarious that he'd read about himself, that he'd read that he was going to name his hypothetical daughter "Sexma"--a.k.a., "Sexma Sheen." Not exactly the same thing, of course, but the closest I think I've come across.)

It took me a little bit longer to become a fan of David's--not because there is anything wrong with him, but because I was so enchanted by Michael from the start and mainlined his filmography first. Once the DT spell was cast, though, I specifically remember trying to think of a way to describe David that would also work as a hashtag, and so #soft scottish hipster gigolo was born. (I also have several other newer tags for David, which can be found in this post.)

What's really surprised me is how both of these tags have suddenly taken off over the last few months/since GO 2 came out. I used to only ever see #welsh seduction machine and #soft scottish hipster gigolo in my saved tags (which aren't even saved anymore because Tumblr glitched out a few months ago and pretty much wiped them out), but now I've been seeing those tags under "Popular Tags," which is absolutely wild. I'm glad folks are enjoying them, though, and it is rather lovely to see my 'children' go out and thrive in the world, as it were.

I hope this helps to answer your question. Again, if anyone knows of any instances of those tags/nicknames that predate my own use, please do feel free to comment on this post and let me know!

#marcespot #reply post #michael sheen #welsh seduction machine #david tennant #soft scottish hipster gigolo #i did not plan for this at all #i am just glad people are enjoying my ridiculous posts #i am so grateful for everyone who enjoys my MS/DT content as well #also i recommend everyone watch more of Michael's interviews from ten years or so ago #so charming and breezy and delightful #i miss that Michael #discourse

[ingravinoveritas]

Hello! So I recently found out I have adhd and I’ve been doing a lot of research lately and it could be just my need to relate everything about myself to my interests but I noticed some adhd traits in David? But this is just from what I’ve observed in interviews and whatnot and I’m in no way a specialist, however I know you know a lot about neurodivergency and autism and since autism and adhd have a lot of overlap, you might be able to tell me if I’m correct in my hypothesis? Obviously we can’t know for sure, but you probably could make a much more informed assumption than I could. Thank you for all your work and being so so lovely! Xx

Hi there, Anon! This is such a sweet message, thank you! I truly did not expect this at all, and I���m honored that you felt comfortable enough to ask me such a personal question.

I do want to offer a few caveats and things to keep in mind before I dive into my answer, though. The first thing is that most of my ideas about David have been shaped through the lens of him with Michael Sheen. After watching Good Omens, I became a fan of Michael’s, having initially been drawn more to him. I gradually also became a fan of David’s and started watching him in interviews and such--but I don’t consider myself an expert in all things Tennant, and still tend to defer to my lovely friends @faggghaggg and @fckedupnerd​, who have had much more experience and acquired wisdom observing David on his own.

The second thing is that while I do have knowledge of neurodiversity, I can only speak from my own experience, which has mainly been with autism and not ADHD, so I am also hypothesizing and making educated guesses. But I want you to know that no matter what I or anyone else say about David, it absolutely does not invalidate your feelings. You have every right to see David as you do, and my opinion does not make me right or you wrong. I know it can be difficult not to let the things other people say define you, but you are the only one who can decide who you are.

All that being said, it’s important to mention that, like autism, ADHD is a spectrum. Some people have fewer support needs and are not as affected by their ADHD (for a variety of reasons)...and some people have much greater support needs and are profoundly affected by their ADHD. Also, the longer people are in the world, the more they tend to develop coping strategies, and with David both being nearly 50 years old and in the business that he is in, I feel like he has learned many way to either cope with or compensate for behaviors and actions that could be perceived as ADHD.

The difficulty for me is that what I have seen a lot of in David is enthusiasm, and I am not sure how to differentiate that from ADHD. David gets really, really excited about certain things--interests and hobbies that he loves--and there are many instances where that excitement manifests as hyperactivity. One immediate example that comes to mind is of course Doctor Who, and how he seemed to bounce with energy just at being on the set and having the opportunity to live out his childhood dream. Another example is his appearance on The Graham Norton Show a few years back, when he was promoting Much Ado About Nothing with Catherine Tate, and this adorable moment ensued:

He’s trying to remember his next line from the passage that Graham has just read, and quite literally jumps up onto the couch, bouncing about and looking at her frantically as he does so. And what this translates as to me is that David seems to use his entire body to process certain things. Whether he’s excited, or nervous, or anxious, or even sad, the energy he feels fills him up, and he has to let it out somehow or he’ll just explode (metaphorically speaking).

Another additional challenge is that I feel like David has also spent years suppressing and tamping down on that response, that hyperactivity. There was something he talked about in an interview with Stephen Mangan from about a month ago, where he confessed three “bad” things that he’s done in his life, and one of them was an incident in primary school where he was getting laughs from his classmates while trying (and failing) to tie a tea towel on his head. He was thoroughly enjoying the growing laughter that each attempt garnered...right until his teacher said “David John McDonald, sit down and stop showing off.”

This happened when he was five years old, and it affected him so profoundly that he still remembers it to this day. But it also started a pattern, which I think has threaded its way through his life, of “Don’t do this, mustn’t react like that, it’s not proper. Behave yourself.” More interestingly, there seem to be people in David’s life who are a continuation of that pattern--discouraging his enthusiasm, his hyperactivity, and any outward expression of that energy. And then there are people who are a disruption of that pattern--who encourage David to be open and passionate and share that energy wherever possible.

I think that’s why I love David with Michael so much, because Michael is the latter. Michael is a “man of enthusiasms” himself (as David described him on his podcast), and he has created a safe space for David to share that full body response freely, without any fear of shame or judgment. I also think it’s why David and Michael are so able to take the piss out of each other, because of that safeness and the love and trust between them. I don’t think David has many people he can do that with, so for that reason (and many others), I’m very, very glad that he and Michael have each other.

So I think there are elements to David’s behavior that could be construed as ADHD, but to what degree and how much they overlap with his enthusiastic nature combined with his instinctive tendency to downplay/hide it makes it hard to say. I hope this has helped to answer your question, Anon, and I wish you all the best in your journey with your new diagnosis. Thanks for writing in! x

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