toasty look


the dear evan hansen fandom must be made aware of this adorable photo ft. cuddly ben platt and amused mike faist with black nail polish, that is all thank you for your time 

David Tennant x Reader - Hot Chocolate

Originally posted by holmesillusion

A/N: Hello! This is my first imagine to write on Tumblr. You have no idea how nervous I am right now! I was in a rut of writer’s block, but I finally got out of it because I’m in a very David mood tonight. I hope you enjoy it!

Title: Drink Your Hot Chocolate

Warnings: None!

Characters: David Tennant, You

Plot Summary: Escaping the blistering cold of winter, you find yourself safely inside a Starbucks, when a certain, very familiar Scotsman catches your eye.

The chill of the sharp winter wind scratched against your face, causing your eyes to squint in distress. The weather had reported a strong blizzard coming to your area just tomorrow, and you had to get to the store for supplies before they all ran out. However, the blistery weather had you regretting your decision.

Ah! You thought. Finally!

Luckily for you and the very skin on your face, a warm and toasty looking Starbucks appeared around the corner. Many of the passersby on the streets of London were walking into the delicious coffee establishment, and you couldn’t wait to get inside and order a nice warm drink. The line was favorable, and your throat was nearly screaming for relief from the chill.

“Hello,” a kind looking barista with black hair and a nose piercing said. “What can I get for you?”

“Can I get a grande peppermint hot chocolate?” I asked, simultaneously grabbing my wallet from my bag.

“Sure!” she exclaimed with an overly excited tone. “And your name?”

“Y/N,” you replied, giving her a small smile.

You paid for your drink and sat down in a secluded corner of the coffee shop, taking a look at your surroundings. The Starbucks was filled with the melody of talking people, baristas calling drinks that were finished, and the soft beat of forgotten pop tunes playing quietly from the speakers.

You’d been in this Starbucks millions of  times, and you noticed that there was a lot more whispering than usual. And the whispers seemed to be targeted in your direction. You quickly looked around yourself, making sure you didn’t have anything spilled on you, and spotted a hand very close to you.

Moving your eyes up from the tip of the fingers to the face - a man’s face - you pointed out a very distinct and familiar profile. A large hat and black sunglasses hid most of his face from view, and he sported a sweatshirt and black jeans that made him unrecognizable.

“Do I know you from somewhere?” I asked without thinking, causing the slightest jump from him at the sudden break of silence.

“I don’t think so, no,” he responded in an extremely forced American accent.

“I swear, I know you. You look so familiar, even with all the cover-up.”

As you studied him again, you understood. The sideburns ,the thin pointy nose, the gorgeous freckles peppered across his face. David Tennant.

“Holy shit…” you whispered. “D-Dav-”

You stopped yourself. You knew better than to draw attention to someone who clearly didn’t want it.

“I’m a huge fan,” you whispered. “Don’t worry, I won’t rat you out. It’s an honor to meet you.”

He sighed of what sounded like relief, swallowing hard and turning to you. “Thank God,” his rusty Scottish accent coming back. “You are a saint. I was so tired of that damn accent.”

You giggled, finally seeing through the sunglasses to his eyes. Those beautiful chocolate eyes. They drew you into a gaze that you simply couldn’t break out of. Not that you wanted to, anyway.

“We kind of got off on the wrong foot. I’m David,” he held out his hand.

Gently taking it into my own, I felt a shock of electricity shoot up my arm, sending a chill down my spine.


“What a lovely name, Y/N.”

The way your name perfectly rolled off his tongue sent another shockwave of excitement.

“Why, thank you, David.” you replied. “Might I ask a favor of you?”

“Of course.”

“Could you sign something for me?” you blushed.


Just then, the barista called both your and David’s name at the same time, and David stood up, grabbing both drinks and walking back over to you.

Taking a pen from his pocket, he held up your drink, signing it and handing it to me.

“It’s been a pleasure, dear Y/N, but I must be going. Need to get to set,” a disappointed gleam flashed through his eyes.

“Will I ever see you again?” You asked, blushing after realizing what you had said.

He giggled lowly. “Drink your hot chocolate, love.”

And with a wink to you, he left the shop, leaving you all by your lonesome.

You looked down at your cup, examining his signature, but you also caught something else.

Ello, love. You seem very lovely and very sweet and kind. I’d love to see you again xx. Call me sometime, if you’d like. :) -David Tennant


i like how i whine to myself about the lack of dragon swan queen fic all the time.  and while i have ideas about what i’d like to see and how their dynamics work, instead of writing things, i’ve designed dragons on flightrising.

anonymous asked:

could you tell me how you edit your pictures please? ty :)

hey! so i always end up resizing to 800x500 for normal pictures or for my cc i resize to 800x300 for the preview picture. i slap on some topaz clean and then an action because i’m too lazy to make my own omg. then obviously i just play around with some settings depending if it makes a picture too bright or too dark etc.

here’s my topaz clean settings:

apple juice action for cc preview pictures
sweetpea action [no longer available] for any post i wanna make look kinda “toasty” [x]
so fresh so keen action for generally everything else [gameplay & scenery]

  • you, looking over my shoulder: toasty did you just--
  • me, covering the page: don't know what you're talking about
  • you: --design another muscular female character with a shaved head and a prominent nose?