Today, through no effort of my own, I have a day entirely to myself.
Hot damn! thought I, and sat my bottom in front of the TV to finish watching Vital Signs, just because H is in it.
It was deeply unsatisfying in its conclusion, (I suspect that they were hoping for a second series) so I came to find solace here in LJland, and what should I find?
PART TWO OF SOPHIE'S MASTERPLAN TO DESTROY EVERYONE'S SELF CONTROL!!
And supersquee Tuesday commenced.
I have seen many a fine example of manbeauty in my life. I seek it out, I revel in it. And yet, in these last 31 years, I swear I have not found anyone as pretty as this man.
He is... lish. It's like lush, but has that all important element of 'lick' in it too.
I laughed, I squeaked, I even stroked the screen at one point.
This is what you have brought me to, and I THANK you for it!
I can only think that when they were filming 1x09 that it was hot in hungary. (Well, hotter than it normally is when the cast are striding around in all their heat-creating gorgeousness.) And thank the sun gods for that. Not only did it introduce us to the new religion that is neck!porn, but it also gave us that super-snug long sleeved t-shirt that empasises more than it covers!! (Though in the 1940s starlet pics, there is some evidence of a T-shirt that maybe his mum told him to keep on...)
This looks like the merest hint of a pout to me - but it's overwhelmed by the John!pout that is happening to the right. Who'da thought?!
I have only two things left to say, you will be relieved to read.
1: Nothing says "we're shagging and in love" quite like synchonised violence (see: Sam&Gene, Life On Mars) - agree so much that I've strained a muscle.
2: That 'pretend prisoner' scene was what sealed it for me. Yes, the picture IS good.
3: (never could count) I could bear some Much!spam, I really could. Though if everyone else chooses Al, I'm not going to pout.
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Date: 2007-11-27 01:29 pm (UTC)Hot damn! thought I, and sat my bottom in front of the TV to finish watching Vital Signs, just because H is in it.
It was deeply unsatisfying in its conclusion, (I suspect that they were hoping for a second series) so I came to find solace here in LJland, and what should I find?
PART TWO OF SOPHIE'S MASTERPLAN TO DESTROY EVERYONE'S SELF CONTROL!!
And supersquee Tuesday commenced.
I have seen many a fine example of manbeauty in my life. I seek it out, I revel in it. And yet, in these last 31 years, I swear I have not found anyone as pretty as this man.
He is... lish. It's like lush, but has that all important element of 'lick' in it too.
I laughed, I squeaked, I even stroked the screen at one point.
This is what you have brought me to, and I THANK you for it!
I can only think that when they were filming 1x09 that it was hot in hungary. (Well, hotter than it normally is when the cast are striding around in all their heat-creating gorgeousness.) And thank the sun gods for that. Not only did it introduce us to the new religion that is neck!porn, but it also gave us that super-snug long sleeved t-shirt that empasises more than it covers!! (Though in the 1940s starlet pics, there is some evidence of a T-shirt that maybe his mum told him to keep on...)
This looks like the merest hint of a pout to me - but it's overwhelmed by the John!pout that is happening to the right. Who'da thought?!
I have only two things left to say, you will be relieved to read.
1: Nothing says "we're shagging and in love" quite like synchonised violence (see: Sam&Gene, Life On Mars) - agree so much that I've strained a muscle.
2: That 'pretend prisoner' scene was what sealed it for me. Yes, the picture IS good.
3: (never could count) I could bear some Much!spam, I really could. Though if everyone else chooses Al, I'm not going to pout.