I hereby submit this addendum, in which a nudity clause is attached to any future contract to be presented to Mr. David Tennant. Such a clause must expressly state that Mr. Tennant is to appear in a minimum of one scene where his character is shown…
I HAVE FOUND EVERY COLOR CRAYOLA HAS MADE INTO CRAYONS AND RENAMED THEM BASED ON SOME POPULAR TUMBLR FANDOMS.
Some of the shades in between got named weird because I ran out of ideas. I worked on this for a week, guys.
Based on this post.
Oh my god, this is legitimately one of the best things I’ve ever seen here on tumblr.
And the fact that I fucking got all of these references.
I mean, take a look at our crown princes.
You have Tom Hiddleston, English Shakespearean Actor:
Ben Whishaw, English Shakespearean Actor:
David Tennant, Scottish Shakespearean Actor:
Benedict Cumberbatch, English and also has done Shakespeare back in the days:
And then there’s Misha Collins, the king of them all, who as near as I can figure is a Russian megalomaniacal smurf unicorn with a twitter account.
There’s logic lost here somewhere.
The director announces it’s a wrap for the day and the studio is abuzz with crew members packing up equipment and discussing their plans for the evening. David, however, hears none of it, his attention honed on Billie several yards away, tying her dressing gown with a furrowed brow.
He looks down at his fingers, wondering if he was imagining things, if perhaps his brain got his senses muddled. But then there was that look on her face when he felt it, even more telling than the dampness of her knickers.
Still, her look could have been one of embarrassment, he supposes, that she was turned on by what they were doing in general, indifferent to the fact that it was him. Though she’d been doing this for weeks now, months even, surely she can’t get wet every time she films a sex scene.