This entry is frivolous!

Dec 14, 2008 02:15

This is a pic spam, barely contained by the fences of lj-cuts. Like a fat girl with a too-small bra. (Hey, I take offence to that!)(Hey, buddy, I like IHOP!)

Because I thought it was high time there was a picspam. Of hotness.

That's right, people (or, alternatively, person-- I'm not too sure how many will read this). This is a "picspam the hottest hotties in hottown" thread. And because I'm OCD, I'm going to list mine in descending order. (I fuckin' hate ascending lists. I always read them backwards anyway.)

Post! Post your own lists, with lots of pics and reasons, in whatever order you like! It needs no rhyme or reason, you shan't be judged here. ;]

Number one. Hugh Laurie. I don't even know how he holds me in such (paralyzing lust) awe. Maybe it's the House!stubble and those hips. Maybe it's the self-deprecation and biting wit and, for the love of god, the man rides motorcycles. Or maybe it's those little dents where his glasses usually are.









Whatever it is, I would wreck that shit, friends. This man makes me think things that would shock even a hardened veteran of the Montreal streets.

And speaking of things that make hookers blush, moving on to...

Number two. Robert Downey Jr. Quite frankly, it's a tie-- one and two switch places constantly in my mind, so really it all depends on my mood. But my god, people. Look at him. Just... look at him. Those eyes, that bod. He's a bad boy that acts in heartfelt dramas. I want him for my very, very own.





That smile could melt glaciers. Also, every middle-aged woman in the existence of ever.






Remember that body we saw earlier? Yeah, here it is again.

And in regards to steely abs, onward to...

Number three. Daniel Craig. Throughout the entirety of Casino Royale, I was literally stunned with lust. I was likely panting, drooling a little-- not a pretty sight. This man took my brain, ripped it out of my skull, and used it to oil his rippling muscles.

It's the eyes. It's those shoulders. It's his purdy, purdy mouth and the air about him that says he's either sexually ambiguous or able to kill a man... and is it bad I'm not sure which one is better? Usually I don't like big muscles. Usually I don't like blonde hair. Usually, usually, usually...












And on the subject of pretty mouths (and sodomy-- please sodomy?), let's talk about...

Number four. Gaspard Ulliel. He's the only one here that's even remotely near my age-- telling, that. But... just... look at him. Look at him, listen to his accent, watch him act. Then try and say with a straight face you wouldn't bang him t'il poor boy done broke.











Seriously. His pretty hurts me.

And since we're on the subject of sex and pain, what about...

Number five. Hugh Jackman. He sings. He dances. His smile dazzles. He's obscenely adorable with his kids. When he walks into a building and raises his eyebrow, everyone orgasms just a bit.

He shuts down my brain in the very best of ways.











I don't have a clever transition for this one. :C

Because I'm to tired to do the last two good and proper. Ellen Page and Tilda Swinton. These ladies turn me into a jibbering fool.



I... uh... *stares, headtilt*




Her face is just so... intriguing. So very androgynous. And, uh, her gams ain't bad either...

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