Feelin’ kind of beat up this morning. Being in a hemmed-in situation (via the tethered tripod and knobby-kneed teenager poking me in the back) at Honors Program aggravated my shoulder, knee and back. I am not a woman made for sitting in the bleachers, alas, not even down front, it seems ;) Event took quite a bit longer than expected. Benny took a good look at me when Harry and I got back to dealership and said. “Take a muscle relaxer. We can do without you tonight.” I didn’t argue.
I’ve some other video production-related work to do, not to mention trying to catch up on all your comments, my lovelies, but for now let’s just concentrate on the ravishing creature we celebrate each Friday: the ever-so-thudworthy Sir Guy of Gisborne. The leather! The locks! The eyebrows! The smirk! The Guyliner! It’s all good . . . Sir Guy is fly!
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.
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!!
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 . . .
Richard’s Q&A Down Under is set for Wednesday at 7 p.m. which is–if I have calculated correctly–Wednesday at 4 a.m. CST in my part of the world. I will be following several folks on Twitter including Lady0akenshield aka Bechep of “Such is Life,” who has been counting down the days at her blog, as they share this exciting experience. Having seen how delectable RA looked in the new Sydney photographs, Bechep and her fellow Aussies all seem to be more eager than ever! And really, can we blame them?? Safe traveling and best wishes for a wonderful, wonderful time of it sent to all the ladies (and any gents I may not know of.)
It’s a glorious day in the neighborhood–Lower Alabama, that is. The gray skies and rain and damp have gone, replaced by cerulean blue and blessedly lower humidity. Enjoyed a little jaunt out with the dogs, who are enjoying the warmth of the sunshine. Jack in particular is in a jolly mood today.
A nap will be in order a little later–stayed up too late reading the Bronte book and trying to pry my cats from my side and legs. I am too restless a sleeper for furry attachments.;) In the meantime, enjoy a second installment of SSS–Super Sexy Saturday. Sssssssmokin’!
One word. Erotic.
Mmmmmmmm. Porter as diamond smuggler John Dean. Love everything here–the look of intense concentration, the elfin ear, the beautiful hand, the wristwatch. The way the lighting accentuates those beautiful lips. Heap sexy man.
Half-mad, dirty, disheveled, wild-eyed, wounded animal . . . speaks volumes to my inner caveman. Sexxxxxxy.
Sexy nineteenth century mill owner style. Cravats have never looked better on (or off) anyone else.
Ricky Deeming. Enigmatic. Defiant. Rebellious. And dead sexy. The black leather doesn’t hurt, either.
How about Lucas as a dark angel in his black singlet? Beautiful and so sexy. *sigh*
Sir Guy isn’t the only one who can smoulder oh, so beautifully. The proud warrior–the majestic and deliciously sexy Thorin Oakenshield. Thinking of you, Bechep.