Be warned, this post is littered with RA pun pics I never got around to posting for Valentine’s Day.
They truly are not funny, a much too punny.
My only excuse? He made me do it!
Thank You to all you for your faboosh pics!
I could literally create the perfect Armitage Admirer, a Frankentige, if you will 🙂
I still need more of your face/body parts for my FanstRA4
Keep them coming!
Someone (I call her Miss DoubleS as in super smart for coming up with it…) sent the pics directly from PicMonkey, doing so anonymously, so remember you have the option to ‘share’.
I spent the last weekend at the cinema, trying to catch up on all those interesting Oscar films I’ve had to ignore during my exam season.
It was a mixed bag really, and none of the films really knocked my socks (or any other part of my clothing) off.
Time for an incy wincy confession- as I mentioned before, I absolutely love those few seconds right before the movie or play starts, when the lights go off and you’re waiting for things to start.
Each time it happened I was more than a little disappointed I wasn’t seeing The Hobbit.
Yup, I think I’ve finally flipped.
Reading dwarf porn and such didn’t convince me, but this has.
But I’ve not completely gone over to the dark side as I still refuse to watch it dubbed.
No, I tell you! Never!
Anyway, one of the movies we watched was the Kathryn Bigelow film Zero Dark Thirty.
I’m not going into details and I shan’t be reviewing it as I hardly think I’m objective as a student of American Culture, and have a somewhat warped insider/outsider perspective.
The reason I mention it though is because this happened:
The scene shows waterboarding.
I lean over to my BFF Max and whisper:
Me: That looks hellish. Do you know Richard had to film waterboarding twice and it was a horrid experience for him cos as a child he fell into a pond while strapped in a stroller and the experience scarred him for life and he hates water now, but even for Captain America he had to sit in this weird submarine capsule and then they had water pouring into it… poor Richard…. *catching my breath*
Max: Usually grandmothers tell their grandchildren anecdotes about their own life.
You’re gonna be telling them stories about Richard Armitage’s life…
Touché, my dear friend…
And I’ll provide plenty of pictures so my grandkids can see what a real man looked like back in the day…
On top of that, all that sexy commando crap featured in the movie has got me yearning for Porter, so I may have to pull out my combat pants and sexy scarves and give dear John Six-pack a visit soon.
Yes, it’s been a little Armitage crazy around here of almost no fault of my own, and that’s my story and I’m sticking to it!
Armitage obsession is an involuntary condition, something you contract, much like the flu.
Unlike the flu though, some milk and honey and garlic won’t make it all better (unless you think of a VERY creative way of using it… OK, nevermind…).
Then you also need the support of your loved ones to either help you quit altogether or make you as comfortable in your condition as possible.
My sister decided she needed some cheesy viewing and we are rewatching Robin Hood.
Salt, wound, leather, Gizzy…
Can you blame a girl for not being able to come up with a good non-RA post?
As I suffer my condition, I shall not suffer it in silence (I really can’t do anything in silence…).
So what almost everything reminds me of either Richard, a part he’s played, something I saw/read on tumblr or a fanfic?
Who said that’s not an appropriate way to view the world, filtered through the beauty that is Armitage?
Don’t answer those questions, don’t ever answer them!
If this is wrong, looking at RA, how can a girl ever want to be right?
(again, rhetorical question, no need to answer…).
And that’s what I’m going to be telling my grandbabies 🙂
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