Too tired to assemble thoughts for comments. Let me simply say, “Enjoy.”
Damn, he does clean up well.
That magnificent masculine ”hooter” sniffs out Eau de Forest Boy . . . poor Guy’s nose.
Ah, yes, Wild-Eyed Drunken Man with a Tangled Dirty Mane. My ovaries don’t work anymore and they still explode. Must. have. him. now.
And on the flip side, there’s that softer, sweeter Guy, with a vulnerability that just gets to me. *wibble*
And sometimes he’s just–scary. You don’t want to be on his bad side. And yet–he still thrills me even when his eyes go ice cold and his voice is edged in danger.
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.
- Guyday Friday: Sleek n’ Sexy! (thearmitageeffect.wordpress.com)
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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!
Lucas deals with the duplicitous Sarah Caulfield . . . and looks absolutely delicious doing it. She was right, Lucas–you ARE clever–and beautiful.
Lucas undercover in Moscow being entertained by the curvaceous asset at the Bedouin Bar. It’s a shame he couldn’t have enjoyed some more time with her after completing his mission . . . nice chemistry there.
Lucas waiting for Oleg at the assigned spot. Beautiful publicity still. I love the hand here, partially covered by his sleeve, and the intensity of his gaze. Hate to think of the humiliation he is shortly going to endure at the hands of his longtime tormentor . . . and for such an unworthy creature as La Caulfield. Grrrrrrr.
Richard as Pete the banker in his pinstripes and power tie with his ”fiancé.” What an attractive couple they made.
Lucas in mentor mode. Loved his scenes with young Dean. *sniff* Here’s another example of him looking sublime in green.
Lucas North–the spy we love. ‘Cause nobody does it better . . .
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.
I’ve spent much of this weekend working on a birthday video for our video production company partner’s grandson. I am still very much in the learning process of using footage versus still photos/screencaps and even with some handy-dandy editing software, it’s been a tricky process.
Lots of technical glitches, lots of trial and error. More than a few moments of frustration. I am still not fully satisfied (when am I ever in terms of what I create?), but my part is finally done, and it’s half-way through saving now, whittled down from over 32 minutes to 17, with a soundtrack including a half-dozen birthday and celebration-oriented songs. Benny will put the finishing touches on it.
My personal favorite moment? When the little boy’s husky dad heaves the rather large and very handsome family dog onto his shoulders and takes him away, striding in slo-mo. The dog seems to be enjoying himself.
I’ve always enjoyed making my little slideshow fanvids, choosing the rights songs, images and adding my captions, well aware they lack the technical know-how of our goddesses of fanvids like Heather or Daria (Giz the Gunslinger). Still, they’ve entertained me and provided catharsis in the making of them.
If in sharing them with others, I’ve also provided some entertainment, those “ooh” and “ah” and “swoon” and “thud” moments, and a few good chuckles along the way, then I feel as if I’ve “done my job.” None of us receive any compensation for what we do in terms of fanvids (or fiction or art, etc.) so it is all a labor of love. A way to pay tribute to someone who has brought so much pleasure and friendship into my life and the lives of others, who has sparked my imagination and my sense of wonder and urge to create.
What a lovely muse he is–so much more than merely handsome, fit guy who’s nice to look at.
A photo edit I did of the latest bit of Ascroft deliciousness that has appeared.
So I confess to being really bothered when two different comments showed up on my Dreamer video ( a career-wide video I made prior to The Hobbit celebrating RA as a hard-working and talented performer from his youth) suggesting my work was “near-stalkerish.” I am sorry, but I just don’t see it. If I’d felt it exhibited that vibe, I would have never made it and posted it in the first place.
I think the suggestion particularly hurt simply because out of the hundred-plus vids I have made, that happens to be one of my favorite ones. I love the music by Elizaveta and the message of that song, “Dreamer;” all the images of Richard from slighty gawky youth to sleek and assured grown up and the hopeful and positive spirit I believe it offers. It’s truly meant to be a celebration of the man as both actor and special human being, and dare I say I am rather proud of it? I have always hoped that if RA ever got the chance to see it, he would approve.
I did not rummage through the man’s trash to find these photos or in any other way “stalk” him. Thanks to some wonderful ladies like Ali at Richard Armitage Net, the folks at Richard Armitage Central and the gals at the Russian RA site, we are provided with many, many images of RA from throughout his schooldays and his career. These are not paparazzi pics invading his privacy, but headshots, professional photo sessions, behind the scenes photos on his various sets, official school photos and the like.
I personally love looking at old photos from the scrapbooks of friends, co-workers, family members and I know many others who do, too. Why shouldn’t we enjoy these gems from the life of a man we like and admire and adore?
And frankly, looking at Richard Armitage makes me feel good. It lifts my spirits, moves me, makes me smile. It’s not just about the surface good looks and obvious sex appeal, although there is plenty of it; it’s about the decency and humor, the kindness and mischief, modesty and intelligence I believe I glimpse in that countenance. As for his performances, they are truly relevatory.
Surely there is a big difference between appreciating and admiring from afar and actually stalking someone, a person you clearly know you do not have a personal relationship with nor do you have any illusions you ever will?
Ah well, you can’t please ‘em all.
And so I suppose I shall continue my practice of not only “objectifying” Mr. Armitage, but “stalking” him as well by making fanvids, art, writing about him and watching his performances. I am thinking of stalking Thorin next time around. Maybe he won’t slay me with the mighty Orcrist . . .
In the meantime, “stalk” Mr. Armitage with me, won’t you? And I hope you have had a lovely Easter. (Quietly busy here,with the thunderstorms kindly waiting until late afternoon to strike.)