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farewell to brain cells
In honor of this week's Festival of Flan, I bring you another picspam. This time, we'll be exploring the Very Wonderful and Very Distracting world of button up shirts through Farewell to Harry, thanks to CatHeights' wonderful screencaps. Since there are so many different and lovable Flans to choose from, I'm breaking them up into sections.
Let's start with "Oh, Joe Flanigan, you adorable muppet" to get most of the physical expressions of glee out of the way.
See, this is why he is an adorable muppet. FLAILY DANCING LIMBS.
So not fair, Joe Flanigan. Ease up on the cute or I might actually combust, okay?
\o/
Oh my god.
Okay, now take a minute. Remember how to breathe, make sure your heart hasn't spontaneously made a run for it, etc. Next we're moving on to what I like to call the "From Behind" portion of the evening, because Joe is sexy like that and also his neck is legend. Watch for trademark slink.
I could write an ode to Joe Flanigan's ear. Nngh.
SLINK, dear GOD, slink. Look at his little hip all cocked out to the side! Gja;woifj;gjAFIJ.
We pause here before tackling the more heated sections of this spam for a breather, and, of course, to appreciate period clothing and what it does for Joe Flanigan's slouching, brooding ways. No, really, oh my god.
So, yeah, this is pretty much the most perfect profile shot ever. WITH A HAT.
For some reason, this look makes me want a John Sheppard AU in which he's a business man
and carries a laptop bag slung over his shoulder and buys fruit from vendors on his way home
after a long day at the office. Yeah?
Vest.
Right, so. I think "Scorching Panties (Subcategories: Pretty and Pink; Roawr, Kitty; The Eyebrow)" really speaks for itself, but just in case you are addled, this is the part where Joe Flanigan blows your mind. Ready?
...Yeah, baby. Like that.
Joe Flanigan, everyone; everyone, Joe Flanigan. I hope you've enjoyed his extreme hotassery. Please stay in your seats until the spam comes to a complete stop and the spammer has turned off the fasten seat belt sign.
And, in conclusion:
Let's start with "Oh, Joe Flanigan, you adorable muppet" to get most of the physical expressions of glee out of the way.
See, this is why he is an adorable muppet. FLAILY DANCING LIMBS.
So not fair, Joe Flanigan. Ease up on the cute or I might actually combust, okay?
\o/
Oh my god.
Okay, now take a minute. Remember how to breathe, make sure your heart hasn't spontaneously made a run for it, etc. Next we're moving on to what I like to call the "From Behind" portion of the evening, because Joe is sexy like that and also his neck is legend. Watch for trademark slink.
I could write an ode to Joe Flanigan's ear. Nngh.
SLINK, dear GOD, slink. Look at his little hip all cocked out to the side! Gja;woifj;gjAFIJ.
We pause here before tackling the more heated sections of this spam for a breather, and, of course, to appreciate period clothing and what it does for Joe Flanigan's slouching, brooding ways. No, really, oh my god.
So, yeah, this is pretty much the most perfect profile shot ever. WITH A HAT.
For some reason, this look makes me want a John Sheppard AU in which he's a business man
and carries a laptop bag slung over his shoulder and buys fruit from vendors on his way home
after a long day at the office. Yeah?
Vest.
Right, so. I think "Scorching Panties (Subcategories: Pretty and Pink; Roawr, Kitty; The Eyebrow)" really speaks for itself, but just in case you are addled, this is the part where Joe Flanigan blows your mind. Ready?
...Yeah, baby. Like that.
Joe Flanigan, everyone; everyone, Joe Flanigan. I hope you've enjoyed his extreme hotassery. Please stay in your seats until the spam comes to a complete stop and the spammer has turned off the fasten seat belt sign.
And, in conclusion: