#david's cheekbones

[mizgnomer]

David Tennant - Hamlet - Courtyard Theatre - Royal Shakespeare Company - 2008 - Part Two

featuring photos from Tristam Kenton, Alastair Muir, Marilyn Kingwill, Donald Cooper, Ellie Kurttz, Geraint Lewis

Link to [ Part One ]

[borgialucrezia]

"I've been travelling around Italy for a couple of weeks and after viewing a lot of renaissance and medieval art I understand why casting directors keep putting David Oakes in period dramas. Every painting at the Uffizi Gallery has a man that looks like this. Opposite of an iPhone face." — @guiltyonsundays (x)

[louferrignojrofficial]

it should be illegal to have cheekbones that sharp

[bloodyrib]

what I'm talking about when i say he looks like a statue!!! you can't convince me he doesn't look like he was carved from marble like wowww 😵‍💫😵‍💫

[iamdispleased]

if ouat was still on, do you think they’d incorporate hamilton

[robespapier]

Finally looked at the pictures I have on my camera (not my phone), found these, and thought y'all might enjoy the sun hitting the very good nose of David d'Angers' Saint-Just

[crystallllines]

aedidas.

[doofusschweetz]

talk about a glow up

[mizgnomer]

A hair-ruffle for Tennant Tuesday (or whatever day this post finds you)

David Tennant promoting Good Omens 2 on Times Radio (July 12, 2023)

[wittymumbledon]

I can be your angle

...or yuor devil

[chaosgingecandle]

These two very fine gentlemen keep appearing on my timelines as of late and distracting me. Perhaps its the high cheekbones or the sharpe jawlines that causes me to pause and respectfully stare ;)

[magiefish]

Behold. My little guy.

Here's some further doodles I did because I have literally never properly drawn any of my characters I'm trying to figure out their Shapes.

[doofusschweetz]

No one:

literally No one:

Bowie fans: He HaS pErFecT b0nE sTrUcTuRe

[kazperthegh0st]

I only realized this cause I spent an hour and a half staring at David Bowie, trying to draw him, but…

Silco looks like David Bowie.

I think its the hair, lips, eyebrows, cheekbones, and hetrochromia.

[gardenwalrus]

David Ash, ‘Our Kind of Girl - By The Beatles’, Daily Express (21 Nov. 1963)

After the show, after the applause, what kind of girl do the Beatles think about in the loneliness of hotel rooms locked against the fans? [...] So I went and asked them: What is your kind of girl? [...] Paul McCartney, 21, told me: “It would be great to have the sort of girl who would darn my socks and cook apple pies and things.” Now that may sound like Platitude 1 (a) from the pop-star's handbook of ready-made quotes. But this McCartney I think says what he means. He continued: “She'd be attractive, but not the big show-biz personality type of girl, or one who's affected, or a dizzy dumb blonde. “She'd be intelligent - but not fantastically brainy, because I'm not - and interested in all kinds of music. Including mine.  “And she'd have to have the right sense of humour. Because we do have what someone called a sense of self-irony. And we laugh at all sorts of off-beat things.”

And physically…?  “I like girls to have long hair (it rhymes with 'her'), interesting eyes, and rather high cheekbones. But not turned-up noses. I have one myself, and it's put me right off them.  “I don't like Elizabeth Taylor-type looks. And I don't like exaggerated hour-glass figures. The figure doesn't matter all that much.  “I like girls in with-it clothes. But some girls look fantastic in just a dirty old sack. Indian girls look great in saris.”

John Lennon was looking around for a scotch. And his face, in serious moments like this, has the fear-neither-God-nor-man quality of a Renaissance painter's aristocrat. At 23, he seems the group's elder statesman. For he is married, with one baby. He talked. Huskily, cryptically. “My kind of girl is, of course, Cynthia. My wife. “I like her looks (she's fair-haired), her cooking; everything about her. I'm an extrovert, and she's the opposite.  “We are both indoor types - that's why I don't mind this life, being locked away behind doors. We live at our mum's or our auntie's or hotels. But wherever I'm with her is home. “People have said that every time she comes down to London to see me she is just trying to patch up our marriage. They say, 'You know what they're like in show business.'  “But that's not true of us. I don't happen to be showbusiness. I married before I was in it. And I haven't changed my mind since."  He added: “Of course, I notice other girls.”

George Harrison - at 20 he's the youngest and (some say) the handsomest - thought he preferred blondes. Smallish ones. Then he decided: "I don't go looking for any special sort of girl. She could be any age from 17 to 40. “I wouldn't like one who was soft (unintelligent). Or one who was terribly intellectual - I wouldn't know what she was on about half the time.  “I wouldn't mind if she were arty, hated pop and loved classical music  “Oh, yes, and I don't like girls with too much make-up.”

Ringo Starr’s sad eyes gazed thoughtful down at his drumstick-balancing fingers and the four rings on them - none of them with any marital significance.  “My girl would be just an ordinary sort of girl, but with just that something different for me,” he said.  “I wouldn’t care if she couldn’t cook very well. She could learn. But I don’t like sitting at home, so I’d want a sociable girl who’d come out every time I wanted to go out.”

Not one Beatle mentioned old-fashioned considerations like social status and family connections.  In their kinds of girl they all looked for a sense of humour, interest in their work, reasonable dress sense, and a complete lack of pretentiousness. 

[chimckenns]

David, being an early riser, takes the opportunity every morning to appreciate the sleeping bundle in his arms. On weekends, without work forcing him to get out of bed, he takes his time.

This particular morning, he woke up to find them starfished on the bed - half of their body hanging off. He chuckled. It was always interesting to see them in weird positions when he woke up. Knowing Angel was a heavy sleeper, he gently pulled them back onto the bed and gathered them in his arms again. He smiled at the way Angel let out a sigh when their head laid on his chest and the nuzzled in between his pecs, even when unconscious. He positioned their legs so they lay in between his, and wrapped his arms around their waist, knowing Angel liked the pressure on their back.

He soothed their hair that had frizzled during their sleep, taking his time to feel their soft strands and try to unknot them with his fingers.

He ran his fingers down their cheek, and he couldn’t help but melt at the way the sun shined through the curtains and onto their face perfectly - their lashes glittering, skin glowing, and hair, although a mess, now a with beautiful golden streaks. Even asleep, they were beautiful. He felt his core sing at the sight.

David buried his nose in their hair and took a deep breath. They smelled like shampoo and flowers, and he could feel his own body relax, as if just the smell of his mate was capable of giving him a full ten days of rest. He didn’t know if it was the magic of the bond, or just Angel being his Angel. Maybe both. He always thought they had magic even though they were unempowered, he could feel it in these moments.

As he kissed the crown of their head, hand still stroking up and down their back, he felt them stir in his arms. He watched as they lifted their head, looking around, disoriented like they always did every morning. He smiled and brought his hand to their cheek again, gently rubbing their cheekbone and guided their gaze towards him. It took them a minute to focus their eyes, but once they registered him, he saw how their pupils dilated and the soft gummy smile he always loved lit up their face. The sunlight shined in the perfect way that changed their brown eyes into a glowing gold, and David felt his core melting.

He didn’t know how they did it just by existing, but he couldn’t help but fall in love with them all over again.

He placed a big hand on the back of their head, and directed them to lean back down, kissing them on the lips soft and sweet and feeling their lips melt against his. They propped themself up with their hands on his chest, and giggled to feel his heart speed up slightly. David tucked a loose strand of hair behind their ear, hand lingering at their cheek to which Angel nuzzled.

Slow mornings like these were always David’s favourite.