Oh, if only we could have seen the real photo . . . sadly, what happens in the calendar, stays in the calendar.
Richard was just lovely as painter Claude Monet in The Impressionists. Of course, you could say he is lovely in pretty much every role, but there was a special incandescence to his blue eyes here, along with the joie de vivre in those broad smiles and from-the-belly laughs. He did an excellent job of capturing the passion, the struggles and the triumphs of an artist in love with color and light and life itself.
Must grab a quick bite and then head to town for the baccalaureate service. Kindergarten grad tomorrow night, a prospective daytime shoot of “The Wizard of Oz” one day this week and FDA graduation at end of week. PRP is busy!
There’s a certain challenge in his look in the photo above–and I find myself responding with thoughts of just what I would like to do to/with him . . .
Wouldn’t the world be a prettier place if Mr. A was painted on the walls of our old buildings? Could cause some traffic congestion problems, though . . .
Edited this one using classic sepia allowing some of the original color to bleed through–with a little extra *pop* for those amazing eyes.
Wanted this crop of the latest Ascroft armchair shot to have the look of a photo on a vintage movie magazine cover. He is every inch the star.
Emphasized that angelic masculine beauty here. Just heavenly . . . *sigh*
All photos by that master of RA photography, Robert Ascroft, with my edits using BeFunky. Don’t be surprised if there’s more to come . . . because I just can’t get enough of Richard Armitage–or his image. Happy Tuesday!
A little gem I found on Facebook. Actually, I think Thorin would make a kick-ass Avenger, too. Just sayin’ . . .
Check out this link to IGN’s latest video with Richard, an interview conducted last week during his stint in Sydney. He looks and sounds sublime. And yes, even if some of the questions are the same ol’ same ol’ he gives his responses a fresh spin. Bless his heart!
There he is, looking fierce and fine, dauntless and determined . . . where is Bechep? Or has Lady Oakenshield already been polishing his sword? It does look terribly shiny . . .
Ah yes, the braids, the beard, the mane, the pelt, the majesty, the smoulder . . . Thorin.
There is just a tad of inter-character rivalry going on here . . . but I think they both are consummate hair actors!!
And a long line is now forming . . . no pushing and shoving, ladies. Those lips have–stamina.
Haven’t we all engaged in this little fantasy? Or a version thereof? *thud*
Happy Thorin Thursday to all!!
The last couple of days–wet, chilly and quite FMS-unfriendly–have not strictly been the most productive for me. However, I did get some rest including actual restorative sleep (a rarity for me) involving several really nice dreams. I got up this morning in a happy mood, moving fairly well. Benny and I enjoyed a good cuddle on the sole day each week he doesn’t have to get up and head to the salt mines. Amongst his many fine qualities, he’s an extremely cuddly kind of dude.
I’ve been visiting Facebook and snaffling some images and words of wisdom and inspiration I enjoyed, as well as playing with some images of Mr. A. Thought I would share them with you all as I hope you are having a restful, fun, inspiring kind of Sunday (or good Monday, as the case may be).
And some in all ways: looks, personality, character. *sigh*
courtesy of Joane Severin at Facebook
Courtesy of Ms. Gigglepants via Twitter and Tumblr
Courtesy of My Life-My Rules-My Attitude at Facebook
I’ve just been mulling over how much I like Mr. Armitage. His delightful sense of humor with that merry heart “that doeth good like medicine,” his kindness and generosity, his dedication to his craft, good manners and gentlemanly nature, that amazing charisma and distinctive masculine beauty, all the qualities that mark him as such a special human being. Add in all that talent and versatility . . .
Mojo: (noun) magical power; charm
I have often thought I wouldn’t be at all surprised to find out Richard Armitage has some sort of magical powers. The way he can completely captivate one’s attention. The way his eyes can absolutely mesmerize and his smile turn one’s legs positively wobbly.
The way he can make a heart beat faster, a mouth go dry, a strange fluttery sensation flow through one’s body–the healing properties, too, of the sound and sight of him.
For it’s definitely “white magic,” benign, benevolent, beneficent. When we ache and doubt and grieve and worry, there’s the wonderful manner in which he can somehow make it all better.
Richard Armitage–you and your chaRActers have got the mojo. Long may you all work it, my darling.
Gander: (noun) (1) slang; take a look. Take a gander at Mr. Armitage! (2) the male of a goose.
Well, Richard Armitage is definitely male, if not a male goose. And don’t we love looking at him? So, ladies, take a gander at Mr. A!
As for me, I’ve been busy and I desperately need a nap, so I am going to seek the arms of Morpheus (who looks just like Richard in my fantasies, imagine that!).
I’ll be shooting stills at the dress rehearsal tonight. Tomorrow Benny takes the day off to deliver and pick up Seabee for her transport to Montgomery for spaying and he’ll be editing and making POTR DVDs to sell, amongst other things. He’s got a busy week, too! May we both retain our sanity and not get on each other’s nerves too much.
Still awake. Listening to the crashing waves courtesy of the sound machine. It’s the most realistic of the assorted sounds available, and it is soothing. Almost time for hubs to get up. Might as well wait now and see him off before I try to attempt sleep. Knee still being a (literal) pain, along with the old pleurisy adhesions.
Meanwhile–it’s Guyday Friday! Whoo-hoo! I definitely need you this week, my tall dark and toothsome knight. Not that I don’t every week, every day.
Your intensity, your dogged determination, your passion, the sweet, tender side you rarely show, that vulnerability that still surfaces, that chivalric nature we see regarding your beloved–and yes, that gobsmacking beauty. I will never get over you. But then again, I don’t have to. You ARE So Not Dead.
And I totally agree with both sentiments, Sir Guy.
I will catch up with comments later, I hope you all have a great Guyday Friday wherever you are!
Last night I watched “Snow White and the Huntsman.” What can I say, I liked the villain of the piece best of all–Charlize Theron as the mad evil Queen lusting after the heart of her stepdaughter to provide her with the immortal beauty and youth she craves. Snow White was OK, but I certainly am glad Bilbo beat her out for Best Hero. She just didn’t–inspire me. I wasn’t particularly rooting for her.
As for Snow’s dwarves, well, they were a rather crotchety, crafty bunch, played by a cast of familiar Brit character actors given human dwarf bodies through the magic of CGI. Good performances, but they just weren’t Bilbo’s dwarves. And not a Thorin amongst them to put inappropriate thoughts in a girl’s head. They didn’t have his romantic mane of hair, his noble profile, his soulful, beautiful eyes, his deafening roar, his majesty. *sigh*
So, as more and more folks get their TH DVDs, the continued thudding, squeeing, drooling and sighing over a certain vertically-challenged hottie takes place around the world. Wonder how many DVDs/Blu-rays have almost been paused and rewound and slo-moed to death already?
Did we ever think we’d feel this way about a sweaty, hairy, almost 200-year-old dwarf? No, we didn’t. But we DO.
I found a few GIFs on Twitter I thought I would also share with you. Oh, the joys of Thorin smiling!!
Someone suggested RA was doing his John the Baptist imitation here with his attire. Whoa–a bit wobbly, are we?? From PJ’s sneak peek of the second film.
Bilbo, that’s just what so many of us want to do–leap into Thorin’s strong arms!
After last night’s storms, a quiet, cooler day with humidity below 50 percent. This is a good thing. Doing knee strengthening exercises as I put this entry together. They aren’t all that much fun, but looking at Sir Guy is. The lashes, the stubble, the delicately-shaped lips that curve into such delicious smirks, the intensity of his gazes, the curls at the nape of his neck, the tousled mane . . . yup, those knees are hurting just a little less now. *sigh* Happy Guyday Friday, dear ones.