Fannish insanity and social justice rage, all in one helpful place! eleanor_lavish on LJ and AO3, if you're wondering why all this seems eerily familiar...
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.