I’m all over James, his rewilding, and his staff. Take me into the wilderness and have your way under the stars. Throw me into a creek and then rescue me. The smell of Cedar is permeating my consciousness.
Don’t make me choose.
Fine, if I have to; it’s McAvoy first and then Hardy 3x after
"if you don’t open this immediately, i will die"
"that’s the look he gives when he has you bent over and he’s riding you and then something catches his eye and he glances over."
eddie lack might be the new alex edler… look at that pristine early-20s face. so wanting.
i’m going to take a page out of louis c.k.’s book.
OF COURSE i’m not attracted to men who look like they belong on the cover of a romance novel you’d purchase at an airport gift shop in the mid-west. OF COURSE.
but maybe…? but maybe i’d let this one wreck me?
that’s right. i’m going to run my fingers through your hair all the way down to the nape of your neck. all. night. long. you’ll be on top of me and i’ll time my strokes with yours.
This is getting embarrassing.
JP: Oh god, in my mind, Edler and I have sex every morning on the rocky shores of the Baltic Sea. Like, it’s almost getting to the point that I might have to stop watching games because I feel ashamed.
DB: You lay cocooned in wool blankets and animal pelts, clothing wantonly strewn about the beach. Steam rises and hangs heavily in the air on the now peaceful shoreline. The stillness is interrupted only by the lapping water and an unseen animal rustling the underbrush. Elder’s eyes are cold and unrevealing; he is staring at you or through you - you’re not sure. He stands and stretches - his frame long, muscles sinewy. Beads of perspiration have gathered across his clean broad chest and seem to gleam as they catch the morning light. He looks back at you, eyes now wild, animalistic perhaps. Without words he dares you to join him- his body taught, he turns and in one smooth motion plunges forward into the freezing water.
fuck OFF you did not just show me guillame canet in dirty equestrian boots, crouching down to buckle his kid into a stroller. come on. french people are not real. this man is too beautiful to be real.