The Doctor is carrying the torch!
But it’s not David Tennant.
But… it is still the doctor.
But it’s a fixed point in time!
So basically.
How to Pick Up a Fangirl: Be David Tennant in a kilt.
Never not be David Tennant in a kilt.
John Hughes Daydreaming
A playlist of the essential teen 80s movie songs plus some of my personal favorites.
I hate the way you used to stare at me, and the way that you wore your tie. I hate the way that you ate those souls, and the fact that it caused you to die. I hate your big, dumb overcoat and…
I just want you to know that there are worlds out there, safe in the sky, because of her. That there are people living in the light, and singing songs of Donna Noble, a thousand, million light years away. They will never forget her, while she can never remember. And for one moment, one shining moment, she was the most important woman in the whole wide universe.
(via sirtennant)
| I just want you to know, there are worlds out there, safe in the sky because of her.
#Did he just RP with someone because I think he’s just become my most favourite celebrity ever.
*dead from laughter*
(Source: hiatus-followmyotherblog, via samfordean)
“Just a regular coffee, thanks,” the voice says, change clinking on the counter. When Castiel looks up from his register he sees that the voice is actually attached to a man, and a fucking ridiculously handsome man at that. Castiel straightens as he nods and takes the change, tapping on the register and calling out to Rachel behind him over at the machines to ask her for one more order before she goes on break.
“That a real thing?” the stranger asks as he waits, head gesturing at the specials sign board behind Castiel. “You ever actually sell a bacon latte?”
“I—?” he starts, confused, before he turns around to read the sign. “Ah, no, I’ve yet to. It’s my boss—Gabriel—he enjoys surprising customers with eccentric menu items. Anyone who manages to up-sell the item of the day gets everything in the tip jar.”
“Competitive work environment, huh.”
Castiel smiles. “Slightly yes, although in the long run it’s probably better that any of us rarely succeed. I rest in peace that no customer will be subjected to consuming bacon flavoured coffee.”
The customer chuckles, and goes down to the end of the counter space to pick up his normal, non-meat drink, bringing it then to sit down at a far table in the corner, unfortunately just out of Castiel’s immediate line of sight.
Fifteen minutes later, however, he pops back into Castiel’s line of vision. “Actually, yeah, can I get one medium bacon latte to go, please? Hold the side.”
Castiel’s head whips up, not hiding his shock at all as he stares blankly into the man’s clear green eyes (ugh, how). ”What, really?”
“Yeah, Cas was it?” he asks, gaze flickering down to Castiel’s name tag before he fishes his wallet back out of his pocket.
“Castiel. Or, Cas is fine, really, I don’t—are you sure?” he frowns down at the ten dollar bill the man has just laid down on the counter, and then looks back up, brow knitted in confused astonishment.
The stanger grins. “Of the coffee? Not one bit. But I like surprises.”
Castiel fumbles only a bit for the register. “That’s um, $4.50, if you still—”
But before he can finish the man slides his bill towards Castiel. “Thanks,” he says, licking his lips, making Castiel forget for a moment where he is and that he actually exists to do things other than stare at a stranger’s luscious full mouth. He tears himself away to make the atrocious coffee, glancing back only once to see the customer doodling idly on a spare napkin while he waits for his drink.
Castiel comes back with the demonic hell spawn concoction of Gabriel’s (bacon coffee, honestly), smiling apologetically. “Please don’t sue us for any health problems that might result.”
The stranger’s green eyes glint in amusement, and something else Castiel can’t quite put his finger on, saying only: “Keep the change,” before he actually winks, grabs his second coffee, and ambles back out the door.
Castiel goes to pick up the napkin the man had left on the counter top, but before he manages to throw it out it he realises the stranger hadn’t been doodling on his napkin at all.
He had written down his number.
(Source: hoursago, via mishaswhore)
