Sunday SmoRgAsbord: Always my nominee for Best Actor

Year in, year out. For past, present and future performances, whether in roles large or small. In his case, there truly are no small roles, only small actors.  My Best Actor, because  his characters become flesh and blood to me, real, flawed, compelling human beings. Men of  many shades, light and dark, with whom I go on a journey of discovery. His performances inspire, provoke and encourage; they break my heart and make it sing.  Thank you, Richard Armitage.

He’s got the power.

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Sunday SmoRgAsbord: The Way That I Want to Touch You

Those mesmerizing eyes, the tempting stubble I want to graze my fingertips against, the fringe falling across the forehead, begging to be smoothed back.

Hmmmm, that fringe is still tempting me. And the biceps. And the desire to stroke those hairy forearms.

Oh that tantalizing glimpse of swan-like throat and chest, and those snaps. *thud* Snaps were made to be unsnapped, right? And his little cowlick. So sexy and so cute all at the same time.

Oh, Thorin, I want to stroke your mustache, ruffle your beard and wrap your braids around my fingers, brush through your beautiful mane of hair for you.

 

 

 

Those chesticles. Mmmmm, mmmmm, good. And the big, strong, beautiful hand . . .