I’m not really a connoisseur of that body part by any stretch of the imagination (most of you know I’m a bum and thigh gal), but I know what is aesthetically pleasing and that pair certainly pleases me.
Could be the size, could be the lack of any odd hairs trying to overgrow and chock the said nipple, could be the shape or probable taste, whatever it is, as men’s nipples go, it’s hard not to give them two thumbs up and clearly other nipples suck!
If you’ve ever wondered why men actually have nipples, you can read more here.
I’ll stick to the answer: so all other males are once again inferior to Richard Armitage!
I’ve come across a few notes here and there that said “Hello, I’m a new well-wisher!”.
Firstly, you are very welcome to our little group of friends 🙂
Secondly, I wanted to focus on the phrase “well-wisher” for a bit.
Richard has always mentioned his unease at having “fans” and in his last Christmas message (which I really wasn’t expecting and which brightened up a particularly grim day), he referred to his admirers as “well-wishers”.
Far be it for me to tell Richard what to feel (Oh, I would sooooo love that though…), but I’m just not feeling it.
“a person who desires happiness or success for another, or who expresses such a desire:
Hick received plenty of advice from well-wishers”
OK, not bad…
I certainly wish nothing but the best for Richard, root for him and contribute in my own measly way by buying cinema tickets, DVD and such, not to mention that shameful moment when I actually bought the Guy of Gisborne action figure that I’m way too ashamed to talk about just yet…
“someone who has a particular regard for someone or something:
he was a great admirer of Henry James”
Good, not great, but allocatess with Armitage, so that’s a bonus and doesn’t have that strong stench of crazy…
Then there are the Richardettes, The Armitage Army and RArmy, but this refers to the whole group, a fandom, not an individual.
The point is, as has been proven by the already beyond boring discussion about the Cumberbitches, a rose by any other name would smell as sweet, and someone hooked on Richard Armitage, however they choose to identify themselves, will nevertheless show interest and support the man.
If you don’t mind, Richard, I’ll wish my colleagues well and I’ll stick to being your fan.
You can call me a crazy fan (no, seriously, preferably whisper it gently in my ear…) but if the Jimmy Choo fits then that’s who I am!
I wish I could say that at first I didn’t like the beard, but it grew on me…
Don’t get me wrong, I wouldn’t kick it out of bed (out of fear Richard Armitage would come tumbling out of it as well seeing they’re kind of attached and what are the odds he’d climb back into bed with me a SECOND time?).
If I’m honest the only beard I want on a hot actor is the Victoria’s Secret model type on his arm on the red carpet, to keep up the illusion of him being straight (Ya know, just like…. Oh, insert almost any actor’s name here…).
Moving veeeeeery swiftly along in order to avoid the controversial g-a-y issue before things get a tad hairy….
No matter how hard I try to avoid the hairy thing, it seems to be following me (but not literally because that would be cause for great concern!).
Some say a man without a beard is very much like a woman with one, however I stand by every female’s right to grow one, especially if you’re a lady dwarf!
Anyway, as we stand by, holding our collective Armitage Admiration breath, watching out for any indication that Richard is in fact releasing the bearded beast from within just in time for NZ, I’d like to offer some suggestions on how to change that baby face into Cousin It.
Take my advice Richard Armitage, and you’ll be having me bitching about that bloody hairy thing in no time!
Firstly, and most importantly, stop shaving!
Assert your right, not to mention the need, to grow a beard.
Glueing on fake beards is for wimps and you’re not a wimp, are you Rich?
Richard Armitage, put the Gillette products down!
Eating a healthy diet can also aid the growth, so Richard, eat your vegetables at every meal.
Yes, even the spinach AND the brussels sprouts, unless you want a beard that looks like you’ve just hit puberty, and I start calling you Justin Bieber.
Talking of boys to men, growing a beard is an affirmation of manliness and masculinity, so make sure you puff that chest out, get a comb-over, have a few pints of larger, fart in bed, refer to some women as ‘Birds” and keep that testosterone level nice and high.
It is acceptable for you to belch in public while you are growing out the stubble, it’s the manly thing to do (especially if you’re eating non-rabbit food like meat!).
Also, wear plaid and drive a truck and NEVER use a coaster, at least till the beard has filled in nicely.
Going from stubble to Alf may cause irritation, so soothe your itchy newly bearded skin with a moisturizing lotion or other skin-care products.
I say, if it itches, just scratch it, kinda like when I get that itch to look at Richard Armitage and automatically scratch it by going online.
Once the hairy monstrocity cheek warmer grows out, it’s time to give it some TLC.
I read somewhere that trimming your beard is like tending a bonsai.
I’m suddenly overwhelmed with the thought that Richard’s beard is like a dwarf miniature tree in a container, and I’m feeling much less zen.
I’m trying to locate Treating Your Beard Like a Bonsai for Dummies on amazon, but they must have sold out.
Oh, and ladies, all of the above tips works quite well if you’re trying to grow some leg hair too.
You may wonder why I’ve spent so much time on something that should, in my humble opinion, be flushed down the loo (minus Richard of course).
I have great respect for the beard.
The beard (almost) single-handedly (or -hairly) has managed to earn a $1bn to date.
Not bad for some slightly greying facial hair growth!
Ps. The post title is inspired by The Love Song of J.Alfred Prufrock.
T.S Eliot is rolling in his grave and I do apologise for using his wonderful poem for my own silly amusement.
Welcome to one of the best weeks of the year to be an Armitage Admirer (and let’s be honest, it’s not too shabby on any ol’ day…).
This year is extra special over here at IWantToBeAPinUp as there’ll be a post each and every day during FanstRA4 and to help me out I am so happy to announce that I shall be sharing this space with a special guest blogger LittleSallyBoots, who you may recognize from the Armitage community over at Twitter (@Sally_Boots).
Ms Boots will be posting on Tuesday, Thursday and Saturday.
This is how she describes herself:
So I’m a borrower/dwarf-sized English lass who likes to doodle and drink lots of tea (it is the answer to life’s problems). I have lots of obsessions *ahem* passions and aspirations, including, one fine day, to stroke Richard Armitage (I am aiming high – quite literally for me!). I am muchly excited and a wee bit nervous to be blogging as a first time blogger on Agzy’s wonderful blog this week ^^ Happy FanstRA4 everybody!
How adorable is she?!?
Please make sure you give her plenty of wonderful energy and support as she’s popping her blogging cherry this week and she’s doing it in style.
She’s whipping her blogging hair back and forth!
She’ll be spinning posts right round baby, right round!
Without your positive vibes, she can’t get no bloggin’ satisfaction!
Anyway, you get the idea…
Armitage Army, I’ve often wondered who the hell you are!
I mean, seriously, who do YOU think you are?
Armitage Army, RArmy, Armitage Admirers- a rose by any other name would smell as sweet!
You are my most favorite aspect of Richarding, and one that keeps me coming back, keeps me interested, keeps me connected.
I’m a big fat fangirling cheater, but I’m loyal to my RA peeps!
No offence to Richard and his breathtaking attributes, but the quality of fans (admirers, stalkers, craycray’s, whatever name works for you…) is one of his absolute best features.
If the fandom was represented by an Armitage body part, I swear it would be Lucas North’s bum in tight wet denim jeans!
Or Porter’s abs… or maybe that royal hooter stuck conveniently right in the middle of his face…or those runner’s thighs…
Knowing more about the absolute best part of Richard (as far as I can tell and eliminating the cardigans he’s been wearing and I’ve been drooling over) has always been on my mind since I met you, and I’ve decided to compile a bunch of polls to basically satisfy my, and perhaps your, curiosity.
Just so we’re clear, I think the RA fandom is better than the RA cardigans… just not by much…
Anyway, the thing is, the poll results will be hidden until the last day of FanstRA4 when I shall reveal them in my final post on Sunday, because I’m evil like that and believe in delayed gratification (yours that is. Mine? Not so much…)..
I had grand plans for this project, seeing it as a fandom equivalent of Alfred Kinsey’s report on sex, but reality has taken me down a peg or two, so let’s water it right down like a jug of Sangria on a hot July evening, and be happy with the little things in life, like a jug of watered down Sangria *hiccup* on a hot July evening.
The questions (with multi-choice answers, even when more than one makes no sense at all) are very run-of-the-mill, so bear your soul and help this nosey parker 🙂
So, without further ado, I’ll take geography for 200, Richard (works only in a reality where RA is the host of Jeopardy!).
Ok, that was easy (enough), so let’s move on to the ‘nails on the chalkboard’ one.
Reminds me, I need to unscrew the lightbulbs in my house and start hosting guests by candlelight…
How about your Armitage experience?
How many hot British cucumber sandwiches are you buttering (and cutting the crusts off) in that naughty brain of yours?
Richard had me at Hello!… well, at punching Hot Pipe Stevens while managing not to damage his pocket watch (a talent I greatly admire in a man…), but what about you?
I bet Richard is a marathon man (you can understand it whichever way you like, I certainly won’t be explaining myself…), but what about your admiration?
It’s not only who you admire, it’s where you do it, and I don’t mean in the shower or on the bus coming home from work, so mind. out. of. gutter please!
It’s also important how you do it.
After all, there’s the right way, the wrong way, and the Armitage way (or Norway, which also works…).
No, but REALLY, how do you do it?
Are there any other questions regarding the RArmy that you’d like answered?
Is there some kind of fandom question tickling the back of your brain or any other part of you?
If so, please leave your ideas in comments and I’ll do my best to include your ideas into the post 🙂
Ps2. This post was, in part, inspired by a wonderful BBC series Who Do You Think You Are? which I really enjoy watching and can only regret Richard never took part in as I’d love to peek at the ancestors who produced such a fine specimen.
My favorite episode? Probably the Alan Cumming one.