reblabbing myself for Lavish, who said:
Wait, okay, no one told me he could rock the Classics Professor look, you guys.
welcome to class, bb.
God fucking damn it, Ricky, no, I don’t want to hear your feelings on Abelard and Heloise. Nor about your feelings on the digitization of the university archives. Yes, I know you love the smell of parchment, but I really just came here for you to take your shirt off.
Oh, you have a text tattoo from The Canterbury Tales? Yes, I can understand that that must have been a youthful indiscretion. No, I don’t know much about Chaucer’s rivalry with John Gower, but now is not the time, Ricky. I’m trying to fucking objectify you, sir.
NOPE NOPE NOPE NOPE NOPE BE MINE NOW PLEASE.
I DID NOT NEED TO KNOW THAT OH MY GOD
WHAT EVEN IS YOU
FUCKING - SHUT UP.
And visions of Cee finding this dance in my head.
#i know right? #wake up cee #richard armitage #he waits for you
STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP. STOP.
(Basically, this would be my exact reaction)
OK SUPER CUTE, but also a couple things - firstly being NOTICE HOW HE IS SITTING DOWN ON THE COUCH ARM AND HE’S STILL TALLER THAN HER. Like, google tells me that Dawn French is five feet and I say ahaha no maybe 4’11” on her tippy toes. Which means like, literally sixteen inches height difference. DAWN FRENCH I LOVE YOU FOR SO MANY REASONS, BUT I LOVE YOU FOR PICKING THE HOTTIE FROM NORTH & SOUTH TO BE YOUR HUSBAND and then not realizing you’d need like stilts just to kiss him. You live the life we all aspire to.
And second, I can’t even handle how he starts fucking giggling in that fourth gif. There’s a moment in the scene just before this where she says yes to marrying him and he makes literally the most hilarious meeping sound of joy.
In short, I seriously wish there’d been an entire season just of these two being married and arguing over tax write-offs (she probably deducts everything and he’s like FOR A VICAR YOU ARE NOT A VERY HONEST PERSON and then she distracts him with her boobs) and him whamming his head on every lintel in her house and having to deal with the fact that he married a woman who’s already married to an entire village.
or: if i’m going down, so are the rest of you
a couple of notes:
- this is all in jest. i adore richard, and he seems like a really great dude. i mean, i don’t know him personally, obv., but, you know, ~vibes and all that. this said, he’s a little crazy, so i think i can be forgiven for worrying.
- richard, if that’s you — i’m so, so sorry.
- i found all these pictures either through tumblr or google images, so, you know. definitely not mine. i made the graph and the ~report card~ myself, though.
- and finally, a close up of the graph in the third slide, for legitablity reasons:
OK just FYI I didn’t write this.
But I could have.
I’m going to be honest about something, and that is that photo shoots confuse the hell out of me. Hey, beautiful pictures of beautiful people, that’s all well and good, but in what alternate dimension exactly is Richard Armitage or whoever supposed to be smouldering intimately at me in the middle of a field of daisies? Like - did I miss a memo? Am I supposed to be doing something, Richard?
Richard, the priest says we really shouldn’t sit on the - Jesus Christ, Richard, what the hell are you wearing.
Heartburn again, Richard? You want me to go back out at this hour and get you some tablets for that because you were too busy smouldering to call the pharmacy? Don’t make that face at me, you’re such a fucking child, Richard
Hey, is that my sweat - Richard, where did you get a pool table and what is it doing in my apartment
can I not leave you alone for a single minute
RICHARD GET BACK IN THE FUCKING CAR WE DON’T HAVE TIME FOR THIS
#Richard Armitage#please explain why you’re shirtless against a black wall#why is my wall black Richard#I know the painters were supposed to come today but what the fuck did you tell them Richard#WE ARE SO DONE RICHARD
Once again, the degree of attraction to Richard Armitage and the degree of irritation over said attraction seems to be at 1:1
I am falling in love/irritation with Richard Armitage solely based on my completely insane friends.