#david tennant is fucking hot

[bipolargreen]

Crowley’s side-profile belongs on a goddamn postage stamp 🔥🔥🔥

[bipolargreen]

Reblog because I’ve almost finished “Rivals” and I need some laughs after the “Good Omens” news. 😖

I AM DECEASED SIR

[hikarry]

You remember when bicycles were first invented?

Yes, in the 1800s, when they looked like that and were (in fact) called velocipede.

Probably Aziraphale was one of the first to learn how to ride those because, first off, they looked fun and really efficient. I bet my left hand he still knows how to ride a bike and he has one somewhere, thats why he modified Anathema's bike: cause he still knows about them, the modern ones

Crowley, on the other hand, I'm pretty sure never learned how to ride a velocipede or a bycicle or anything in between because they somewhat look and feel too much like a horse

All the power to the fanfics where human Crowley is a speed Demon riding an Harley (cause thats hot as fuck, honestly), but show Crowley would probably stick to the Bentley

He clearly appreciates having his behind as comfortable as possible, and the leather seats of the Bentley provide the comfort a bicycle can't

[margotmignard-blog]

The missing question: sorry, Michael Sheen, are you in love with David Tennant?

[ghost-bison]

I saw a bunch of posts saying - what if Crowley and Aziraphale were female-presenting and Crowley was played by Catherine Tate?

And honestly I'd be down for it but....

What if Alex Kingston played Aziraphale?

[aq2003]

i think david did recognize something about his acting when he said he wasn't good at playing romantic leads but like. He is not actually correct he is really good at playing romantic leads (or at least romantic storylines). there just has to be something unconventional about it that he can also lean into. like benedick is equal parts romantic lead and funnyman. ten is aroace and also the most miserable wet cat alive. crowley is a cartoon character given human form

[littlesheeneffect]

She's My Husband (Part 7)❤️

Miles Maitland x yn (AFAB Genderfluid)

When I woke up the next, the bed was cool as the morning- though the sun shown through the now half open window like near noon. Half forgetting the night prior and half remembering, I sat up quickly.

"My goodness darling- someone's ambitious." A light laugh came into the room. I turned to the left to see Miles entering with a bowl of oatmeal and glass of water.

"I'm, wait what time is it? How long have you been up?" I asked, as he calmy came and sat on the chair near my side of the bed. "Oh don't worry love, it's only been an hour and besides- you were so tired." I yawned in reply, before he set the bowl in my hands.

"Oooh, Miles- thank you" I beamed. "Oh please- it's what Mothers do," he cheekily totted his head with a smirk. "Of course," I wryly chuckled as I began to eat, overjoyed to have Miles there with me, "My- do I feel like a lady today!"

When I finished, I realized a scribbling sound coming from Miles' direction. Turning to look at him, I was met by the sight of him focusedly drawing on a large notesheet.

"What is that?" I asked, quickly swinging my legs off the edge of the bed and leaning in to get a look. Though he pulled in slightly and when I confusedly looked up, laughed "You make a great portrait."

My eyes lit up, " A portrait?! Of me?! I wanna see!" "Uh uh uh" he tutted, "Not quite yet my darling." Then he rose from the seat and quickly planted a soft peck on the top of my head.

I gasped. Miles stepped back concerned, "I am sorry, I wasn't thinking- I didn't want to make you uncomfortable." Our faces were deathly pale with surprise on both sides.

I stood, suddenly wrapped my arms around him, and began muttering inaudibly into his shirt.

He slightly pulled me back just enough to worridly ask, "My dear, I'm so sorry- Are, are you alri-" I cut him off, looking up with a teary eyed laugh, "Oh Miles- no one's ever kissed me."

He blushed madly, and bashfully looked all about ourselves, a mix of a laugh and a clearing of his throat sounding from him, "Well, thing is, I, I have never kissed a woman myself. Not that you're a woman all the time, I know you vary- just that I've, I mean..." We both nervously laughed knowingly.

"Well," he cleared his throat as we composed ourselves and slightly pulled away, "I, I would be overjoyed if you would allow me the honor of endeavoring to win your first true kiss, y/n." "Of course I will, Miles." I beamed as did he in return, and we began the day.

"First off- let's get this room cleaned up!" I sang, as we began to fix things and get the fireplace stoked.

....

At about five that afternoon, a knock came at the door. Miles and I exchanged nervous glances, but maintained upbeat. He arranged his slightly wrinkled clothes (as we both had slept in our clothes from the day before), and headed to the door. "Bobbies" he whispered, and I quickly ran to the bedroom. That was codeword slang in the old days for the police.

I heard the door swing open and Miles speaking with a few voices, before he invited them inside. "Um, y/n dear," Miles called in a very civilized tone. I was glad to be wearing such a simple outfit that I just slipped a pale blue, nice, feminine, evening robe over it.

"Yes Miles?" I quickly came into the entrance. There I was met by the sight of two heavy set, older policemen and one mustached, ginger man.

"Gentlemen," I curtsied, as the two cops tipped their caps. "Good'ay miss," one said, " We wanted to inform you that a certain Agatha Runcible, has unfortunately been committed to the Middlewell Hospital, for the mentally unwell." Feeling their eyes scan me for 'normal behavior', I overreacted shock.

"O-ohhh, oh my! How awful, the poor dear. Whatever for?" I gasped. "Oh, she was feeling quite out of sorts," the one nodded. "Yes, a shame really," the other look down ashamed to bear the news to a 'proper civil lady', as myself. "Yes, awful news really," the mustachoed ginger shook his head, slightly smitten by me. Though, I wanted to be sure Miles and I were fully clear, as there still was slight speculation in the air.

"My, and to think we had her to those fine dinners at the hall and never seen the poor dear needed help, darling. Oh, for shame! I- whew" I suddenly acted lightheaded and raised a palm to my brow, tapping Miles' hand in the process. "I beleive I am feeling a bit faint!" My voice sounded weakly.

The ginger raced to me, though Miles was already folding his arms about me. "Oh dear, darling!" He played along, "She gets like this at times. Please make yourselves comfortable." "Ah, y-yes, gentlemen- please don't-" Suddenly my foot slipped and I really did begin to fall down.

Like lightning, the ginger man's arms wrapped about my lower half and lifted me up, bridal style. My brow instinctively raised in the oddity of the situation, though quickly regained my act- playing along. Weakly, I turned to the man and tapped the side of his face with a faux dazed expression, "Thank you so much sir, I-I am such a ditz these da-days." "I'm sorry I wasn't here to catch you all the times before, lovey- woulda loved it," He grinned back with a slight wink, as he started to turn for the tiny parlor- I shot the now agrivated Miles a wide-eyed look.

"Oh I bet you would." Miles muttered to the roof.

....... To Be Continued.........

[amagnificentobsession]

GAWD DAMNIT DAVID!!!!🔥🔥🔥🔥

Don’t forget to click the Reddit link……..much more David in velvet to stroke. 🤯✨

[kaylinelizabeth4004]

Happy Birthday to the man, the myth, the legend that is my little traumatized, depressed, and physically unwell fictional detective boyfriend DI Alec Hardy

[thepalerimitation]

Please Martha let me hit him with a chair

[blizzard-of-ozz]

Ngk David-

[margotmignard-blog]

He is ALL CROWLEY, suddenly

[cuteboymichaelsheensworld]

David Tennant exists:

We and Michael Sheen:

Look at him. He looks gorgeous.😍😍

[blin192]

If I take a moment to relax and feel the cold air circulating my room through my open window, I am faced with a warm ache between my thighs and the overwhelming craving to feel someone's teeth against the skin of my neck as they thrust their cock inside of me. Wishing they would grip the back of my head and hold me down onto the bed as they fuck me. The desire to drool and whine, cry out their name in bliss.

Ugh I'm such a slut

[littlesheeneffect]

She's My Husband (Part 8) ❤️

Miles Maitland x yn (AFAB Genderfluid)

I was quickly set on the couch, Miles instantaneouslu fauxly checking me over as the red head stood to straighten himself. Miles' eyes never left mine as he did, an odd pleadfull passion in them that I'd never seen before. One I could only closely place on... jealousy?

As soon as he stood straight, the Bobby's began speaking with him, reluctantly pulling him to sit at the coffee table. Thus giving the ambitious mustacheod man the perfect opportunity to sit opposite me, and begin entertaningly visiting.

As time carried on, Miles was quite distracted with us. Him and they weren't talking of anything of much importance- just salaries, taxes, and home life really.

My fellow did a great job of entertainment on my behalf however, funnily, it turned out his name was Ginger. "Now, watch closely dearest- the coin shall disappear" he grinned, as he pulled a large coin from his pocket.

Magic tricks were always a beloved past time, and I must confess- never had I seen anyone perform them better than Ginger that eve. He used the most common things about us and charmingly manipulated them to his desire. Cards were by my favorite. In all honestly, I found I was enjoying myself.

The night carried on till about a quarter past seven, Miles warming the police a bit with liberal glasses of brandy. They had grown a bit tipsy and began telling about all sorts of odd things.

Ginger had grown comfortable with speaking openly at that point, and began telling me of who he was in relation to the case. "Oh no, I have met Aggie and Nina many times. I basically know all about gang. Yes, in fact Nina truly considered me for suitor before closing that cheap Adam." "Cheap Adam?" I nearly exclaimed, almost forgetting my role. "Yes, no offense intended but he is quite the jobless hobo in my opinion," he told emotionless. "I'd think not sir- Adam is a very good man and loves Nina very much," I stated much more collected.

Ginger just hummed in reply, before studying my face for a moment.

I shifted uncomfortably under his gaze, before he at long last muttered, "My- and to think you could possibly want to be a man." The blood drained from my face and I crashed into the realization that he truly knew who I was. The statement could've been a play, a fishing, or a an honest reaction to an abstract statement of Aggie's- yet, I felt the heat of my face increasing by the moment.

I quickly seen that he held the statement as true and continued on unaffected. "My dear, you only wish such things because you have never been truly treated as the lady you are." He grinned warmly at the end, and leaned in to stroke the side of my ever reddening cheek.

"Wh-whatever are you talking about?" I attemped to continue my role- a mix of raging anger and lustrious allure both threatening my continuance. He laughed lightly and retracted his hand. "You deserve a real gentleman y/n, this twinkle-toes Maitland boy won't be man enough for such lady as yourself. You need to feel like a woman, be treated so. You know that deep down, my lovey."

Though his advancing address was awfully attractive, I had never felt more infuriated and offended. For a moment, my act was gone.

"How dare you- and don't call me that," I exclaimed though the Bobby's were much too brand-ied to notice and continued talking to the ever bored Miles- who also didn't notice. "I'm sorry to razzle you my dear. I just couldn't help but tell you the truth of the matter," he cheekily smirked. I calmed myself a bit and said in reply, "The truth of the matter is I have a love and am quite comfortable with he & I the way we are- thank you very much."

He grinned and resumed his prior position, gracefully folding the cards between his hands impressively. "What is your role in this all?" I at last asked, though the question was quite dangerous in itself, I wantd to know.

He maintained his demeanor and stated, "Aggie signed me as her representative citizen to share the unfortunate news." I hummed in response, and looked about the room. Ginger then commenced to tell of one of his adventures during college to Africa, which to my frustrations- was very captivating.

Miles was beginning to grow quite restless as one of the cops dozed off loudly and the other went on about things. But at one point the Bobby took hold of his shoulder and began a statement that quickly captured Miles' attention.

"Laddie, the miss of yours..." he trailed off, causing Miles to gaze at me for a moment and back to the policeman interestedly. "... one like 'er only comes along once in yer life, boy. I see tha way you eye 'er. An' the way she looks to you. You love 'er, lad. And she thinks the moon o' you. Don't let that ever go. No ma'er want comes- an' let me tell you, after near thir'y years of bein' married, toubles are alway'a coming. But hold on to her lad, and she'll hold on ta you, and toge'er there ain't nothing that'll bring ya down. Not even death 'erself." Miles blinked and brokenly nodded.

"An, and" the Bobby added, "Bring her joy in the things that mat'er most lad. They aint jus' flowers, but holding 'er hand. Not jus' tha bed, but praying with 'er every chance ya get. Not jus' proper laughs, but huggin' 'er after tha bigges' argue'n you ever had in yer life. That's what gets ya through lad. Love'n no ma'er what."

With that he man stood and shook the other Bobby awake. Ginger started up and they bid us all a good evening as we walked them to the doorstep. "Ya mind what I said now laddie," the one Bobby turned to us, "Good nigh' miss." Ginger mischieveiously grinned a, "Till next time lovey," and they were gone.

Miles and I stood in the entrance in silent shock of it all for a moment.

"Well, am I exhausted!" I finally sighed. 'You don't say," he said almost question-like, as we finally tore our eyes from the door. "And my goodness dear, you should be an actor!" He exclaimed causing us to laugh as we both collapsed onto the couch into eachothers tured embrace.

...... To Be Continued.....

[rossaka]

STOP I LITERALLY CANNOT WITH THIS. My fucking LUNGS.