This song makes me so sad and so happy all at the same time.  Who doesn't want to love and be loved unconditionally? 

Boundless As The Sea-Chapter 1

I was finally taking my dream trip-an 11 day Mediterranean cruise. My bags were packed and I was on my way to Italy to get on board the ship. I'd even treated myself to a first class airline ticket. It was the ultimate vacation and I was taking it entirely alone. I knew it would be a great time but I was sad that I had no one to share it with.

I boarded the ship a day later and got settled into my cabin. My steward introduced himself and then I went on a self guided tour of the boat. I had myself a little lunch in the main buffet and then decided to lie out by the pool for a few hours before dinner.

As I was laying out my towel on a lounge chair near the main pool, I caught sight of a sweet family. It appeared to be a set of older parents, their grown children and a few grand children. They were talking and playing, seemingly enjoying themselves immensely. I was sentimental that my own family had never taken a big trip together and found myself feeling lonely for company. As I continued to watch the family, a young man joined the group. He was quite tall, with reddish blonde curly hair. His eyes were piercing blue and his frame built of long, lean muscle. I was instantly attracted to him. For a moment I thought he looked familiar but I pushed that thought away knowing how unlikely it was that someone I knew was on the ship.

Later that night, long after the late seating of dinner, I found myself wandering to the ship's nightclub. I wanted to check it out and see what the music was like and if there was anyone dancing. I was wearing nighclub appropriate clothing: a short, fitted red dress, and black heels. My dark hair was down, and curled loosely. I'd had a few drinks with dinner and felt relaxed and ready to meet some new friends. So far I hadn't seen a lot of people my age on the ship—except for that young man by the pool. Maybe he'll be there, I thought to myself.

The nightclub was pretty full. And I noticed right away that a circle had formed on the dance floor. The music was pumpin and there was a man dancing in the middle of the circle. He seemed to have everyone's attention. I pushed a little closer and saw that he was dancing up a storm. It was the man from the pool. I felt a blush creep into my cheeks as I found myself marvelling at the way he moved his body. He was long and lithe and moved with such grace and confidence. It was attractive. It was sexy. I shook my head at his seemingly boundless energy and then headed to the bar to get myself a drink.

I stood at the bar, sipping my cocktail and was bumped from behind by a tall, sweaty body. It was him.

“Oh shit darling, I'm sorry,” he said in a beautiful English accent. I turned around to face him and our eyes met.

“It's okay,” I said nervously. His eyes were a deep blue, and his jaw line tight and practically screaming for me to run my mouth along it. His shirt buttons were undone halfway down his chest and beautiful pale skin was peeking through the open fabric. My eyes met his again and I was instantly reminded why he looked familiar. But it couldn't be? I said to myself. There was no way.

“I'm Tom,” he said suddenly, practically screaming it over the music. It was him. It was Loki in the flesh, Tom Hiddleston. I gathered myself, gathered my thoughts and prepared myself and what to say. Do I pretend I don't know who he is? Do I tell him I'm a fan? What do I do?

“I know who you are,” I said without thinking. He raised his eyebrows as he took a sip of his drink.

“Is that a good or bad thing?” he asked with a smile. I took a long swig of my cocktail. I needed some liquid courage.

“It's a good thing, Mr. Hiddleston,” I said.

“Since you know who I am,” he continued, “do I get to know who you are?” I smiled widely. This could be fun, I thought to myself.

“I'm Melissa,” I said, leaning in so he could hear me

“Lovely name for a lovely lady,” he replied, his lips brushing against my ear. I shivered at the contact.

We talked for a few minutes. I told him I was cruising alone and he explained he was with his entire family. He'd planned the trip as a Christmas gift.

It was loud in the club. Almost too loud to carry on a conversation. I found myself leaning in to him just so I could hear what he was saying. And to smell him. And to feel his body heat against me.

“Go for a walk with me?” he asked over the music. I nodded. He took my hand in his and led me out of the club. He headed straight for the outer door that led out onto the fifth deck.

We walked, hand in hand, slowly around the deck of the ship. When we reached the very front, he stopped and we leaned on the rail, watching the sea stretch out in front of us. Before I knew what was happening, he'd stood behind and put his arms on either side of me, effectively trapping me against the railing. I leaned back against him, my head lolling against his shoulder. His body was so firm, so reliable.

“I think you're incredibly beautiful Melissa,” he said softly, “and I feel the need to get to know you better.” I turned my head and pressed my lips to the skin of his neck.

“I would love that,” I said in response. He moved his hands from the rail and wrapped his arms tightly around me.

“But tonight,” he said with a bit of a growl, “I want to touch you.” My heart leapt into my throat and my breathing scattered. I said nothing. I simply put my hands on top of his and moved them lower, so they rested on my abdomen.

“So touch me, Tom,” I whispered. He moved his hands slowly, over my hips and then turned me around to face him. He had a wide smile on his face and his hands were inching towards my backside.

“This,” he said, cupping my ass gently, “is perfect.” I squealed as he squeezed it tighter and pulled me flush against his own body. I could feel every long, lean muscle pressed against me.

“Mmmm,” I groaned as he nuzzled his nose into my hair and then began pressing kisses from my ear down my cheek. His mouth ghosted over mine and I groaned again. I slid my hands up the front of his jacket, to his lapels, and pulled him to me, pressing my lips firmly against his. He responded softly, his tongue gently teasing along my bottom lip. I admitted him entrance and his kissing grew more passionate. His tongue dove and dipped against mine, gently teasing and tasting me. My hands slid down his chest, against the tight fabric of his shirt, moving over the gentle hills of his pecs, down the slight ripples in his abdomen and back up to the bare skin of his neck.

I pulled my mouth from his, gasping for air. He moved to my neck, nipping, licking and kissing at every bare inch of skin he could find. My dress was low cut enough that he could trail his mouth across my collarbones, and down across my cleavage. All this time his hands were roaming my back, cupping and squeezing my ass, pulling me tightly against his lean, lithe body.

“God you feel good,” he said between kisses.

“I want you,” I said breathily, his mouth finding mine again, his tongue pressing firmly against my own.

“Mmmm, I want you too” he groaned low in his throat.

“My cabin,” he said, pushing into his pocket and pulling out his electronic key card.

We fumbled our way to the elevator, stopping every few feet for another passionate embrace or kiss. Thankfully the elevator was empty because we couldn't keep our hands off one another. I slid my hands up the inside of his jacket, squeezing the muscles in his lean back, scraping my nails against the fabric of his shirt. My hands moved around to his front as we waited to reach his floor, and I brushed my fingertips against the taut skin that was exposed by his open buttons. I leaned in and kissed his chest, moving my mouth up his neck, licking and nipping as I went. He groaned as I found his earlobe and pulled it gently between my teeth.

“Come here,” he said with a growl, and he pulled my mouth to his again. His fingers entwined themselves in my long dark curls and he held my head tightly as his tongue played against my own.

“Oh God, Tom,” I said as we arrived at his floor and the elevator doors slid open. He walked behind me, his right arm wrapped around my waist, holding me to him, his left hand stroking up and down my left arm. I could feel his erection pressed to my behind and as we stood at his cabin door and he fumbled to put the key in the lock, I wiggled my ass against him. He moaned in my ear, his face buried in my hair.

“You're killing me,” he said as the door opened and we stepped inside. The door clicked shut behind us and he pressed me up against it, raising both my hands above my head and holding them with one of his own. He nuzzled his nose against mine and then kissed me softly.

“Tom,” I said breathlessly.

“Shhh, Melissa,” he replied, brushing his thumb against my bottom lip and then sliding his fingers down my neck, over my breasts and down my abdomen. He pressed delicately against my round belly and then slid his hand down between my legs. I was barely standing as it was, my legs like jelly from how positively wound up I was. But then he hiked my dress up, just enough that he could press his palm against my mound. I gasped as he applied gentle pressure, and brushed his fingertips over my damp panties.

“You're wet,” he said, his mouth moving against my neck. I bit my lip and nodded. He'd released my hands and they'd found their way into his gorgeous curls. I held his head against me as he licked and sucked at my collarbones and down across my cleavage once again. His tongue dipped between my breasts and he moaned.

“God you taste good,” he said softly. His left hand was still cupping my mound, his fingers moving ever so subtly against me. I ground my hips against them, begging for deeper contact.

“Tom, please,” I begged, grinding my hips against his hand again.

“Soon,” he said breathlessly. He moved both hands to cup my face and he kissed me ever so gently.

“Soon.”

I moaned at the loss of pressure between my thighs and I began clenching my inner muscles, hoping for some sort of relief. But it didn't seem like relief was coming any time soon.

Tom took my hand and led me further into the cabin. He had a lovely suite with a king size bed and lots of space. He also had a huge wrap around balcony that had two lounge chairs and a cafe table.

“Beautiful cabin,” I said, following him to the balcony door. He opened it and propped it wide, letting the sound of the waves and the smell of the sea air infiltrate the cabin.

“Come out here with me,” he said, pulling me out to the balcony with him. He once again pressed me up against the railing as I stared out at the sea in front of us. His mouth moved down the side of my neck as he brushed my hair aside to reach more of my skin.

“Tom,” I said again, reaching behind me and grabbing his ass, pulling him flush against me so I could once again feel his erection pressed between my cheeks.

“Melissa,” he breathed, as he ground himself against me.

His hands moved up to cup my breasts and he squeezed them gently, tracing his thumbs over them. I pressed them into his hands, aching to feel his bare skin against mine. He gently pulled down the front of my dress so that my lace strapless bra was exposed and he slid his hands inside the cups. I gasped at the feeling of his cool hands against my nipples. He brushed against them, hardening them instantly.

“Oh God,” I moaned, pressing my breasts further into his hands, begging him to touch me more, with more pressure, with more fervency.

“The sea air turns me on,” he said in my ear, as he began teasing my nipples with his fingers. He squeezed and flicked them, lengthening them with his delicate touch.

“Me too,” I said, my head once again falling back on his shoulder as he played with my breasts.

“And then I saw you, by the pool this afternoon,” he continued, “and I couldn't help but stare. Your curves are lovely, your face is so beautiful, and you ooze sensuality.” I groaned as he pulled tighter at my nipples.

“Oh Tom,” I moaned, “I want you so much.” His left hand moved up the front of my neck and he brushed his fingers across my lips.

“I want you too, Melissa,” he breathed. His slipped his index finger inside my mouth and I licked and sucked it. I groaned as he pressed it deeper into my mouth, scraping against the back of my throat.

“Oh God,” he said as he slipped his middle finger in too, and I took both deep in my throat.

“I want your mouth.” I nodded and continued to suck and lick his fingers.

He was now grinding against my ass, his erection rock hard, pressing against the fly of his pants.

“Take it,” I said when he slipped his fingers out of my mouth and slid them back down between my thighs. He slid the two fingers under my panties and against my slick folds. He brushed against my clit, and I shuddered and slumped in his arms. He held my weight as he rubbed my clit in small circles, and I ground against his fingers. I could feel my orgasm building, the weight and burn climbing in the depth of my belly.

Suddenly, he withdrew his fingers and I turned in his arms to see him licking and sucking them clean.

“Delicious,” he said with a grin.

“You want my mouth?” I asked, my hands finding the waist of his pants. He still had on his jacket and shirt. His eyes widened as I fumbled with his zipper and button.

“Out here?” he asked. I nodded and reached inside his boxers, feeling the heat of his length in my hand. He leaned against the railing of the balcony and I knelt in front of him, taking his beautiful cock out of his boxers and flicking the tip of it with my tongue. He shuddered and moved his hands into my hair. I flicked the tip again and then slowly ran my tongue along the underside of his shaft before taking the entire thing deep in my mouth. I slowly took him in long, deep strokes, letting the warmth and wetness of my mouth cover him completely. I cupped his balls with my right hand as I moved my left in sync with my mouth, making a nice tight seal from root to crown. I picked up a lazy rhythm, enjoying the feel and taste of him on my tongue.

“Oh fuck, yeah, right there,” he said as I deep throated him, swallowing his pre-come. His grip on my hair tightened and his hips were thrusting against the air. I reached up and ran my hand down his torso, loving the feel of his lean muscle.

He pulled me up off my knees, his cock dislodging from my mouth with a “pop”. He pulled me into his arms and kissed me roughly.

“You are amazing,” he said in a gravelly voice, “but I need to taste you.” I smiled widely and ran my fingers through his hair, kissing him again. He led me back into the cabin where he stood me at the end of the bed.

“Let's take this off, shall we?” he said as his fingertips found the zipper of my dress. He turned me around so he could unzip it. He pressed his mouth to the back of my neck as he did and then let it slide down my body. I stepped out of it and then turned back to face him. I reached up and pushed his jacket off his shoulders, letting it drop to the floor. With trembling fingers I unbuttoned his crisp white shirt and gasped quietly when it fell open, exposing his exquisitely formed torso. I pushed it too off his shoulders and then leaned in and began pressing kisses to his bare chest. I ran my mouth across his pecs, flicking his nipples with my tongue. He groaned as my fingertips brushed against his bare abs and down his happy trail. I stroked his still exposed cock gently with the palm of my hand.

“Uh uh,” he said, placing his hand on top of mine. “It's your turn,” he said softly. I smiled and kissed his chest again. He reached behind me and undid the clasp of my bra, tossing it aside. He ran his hands over my breasts, cupping and squeezing them.

“Beautiful,” he said quietly. I closed my eyes and threw my head back as his mouth found my left nipple and he licked and sucked it. He moved to my right and treated it with the same care and delicacy. He slowly moved his mouth down my abdomen, licking and nipping and sucking at my skin. He dipped his tongue into my belly button and then ran a line down my round belly towards the waist of my panties.

“Mmmm black lace, my favorite,” he said, now on his knees in front of me. He nuzzled his nose against my groin and inhaled deeply.

“You smell incredible,” he groaned. He slid his thumbs into the edge of my panties and shimmied them over my hips and down my legs. He held my hand as I stepped out of them, still in my heels. He ran his hands up my legs, from the back of my ankles, up my calves, around to the front of my thighs.

“Open for me,” he said, looking up at me. I could barely make eye contact with him. I was so blown away by how sexy and confident he was, and how sexy he made me feel. It was almost an out of body experience. I shuffled my feet apart slightly and buried my fingers in his hair as he flicked his tongue against my clit. A bolt of pleasure shot through my body and I steadied myself against his mouth. He slid his tongue from the bottom of my entrance all the way up to my clit and back again, sucking and licking up my wetness. I groaned as he stiffened his tongue and slid it inside me, pressing and probing.

“Oh God Tom,” I squealed as he began a rhythm against my tight bundle of nerves, causing my legs to shake as I wobbled in my heels. I ground against his tongue, holding his hair tightly so that I could keep him close.

“I have to lie down, Tom, I'm going to collapse if you keep going,” I said, trembling. He pulled away from me and held my hand as I laid down on the bed.

“Keep the shoes on,” he said, lying down between my legs, his face resting against my inner thigh. I nodded and once again wove my fingers into his hair as he pressed his tongue against my throbbing nub. Without warning he slid a long finger inside of me and I clenched down on it.

“So tight,” he said between flicks of his tongue.

“You are so wet and so tight, and so beautiful.”

I groaned as his finger found my sweet spot and he thrust quickly in and out of me. He slid another finger inside and I felt my pussy walls stretch to accomodate it.

“Oh fuck Tom, keep going, I'm so close,” I cried out. Suddenly, he withdrew and got up from the bed. I gasped at the sudden loss of contact.

“I want to feel you come, Melissa, I want to feel you come around my cock,” he said, climbing up on top of me, kissing me softly. His cock was brushing against my sex, the velvet heat of him feeling wondrous against my aching core.

He reached over to the side table and ripped open a condom, deftly slipping it onto his length. The head of his cock pressed against me and I braced myself against his forearms.

“Ready?” he asked, his forehead pressed to mine. I nodded and closed my eyes as he brushed his lips across mine. He slid in slowly, letting my walls stretch around him. When he reached my top, my eyes flew open, looking straight into his.

I let out a sigh as he began to move in long, slow strokes. He slid all the way out, and all the way back in again, letting my body adjust to him. I kept my hands on his tight forearms, feeling the strength of him as he held himself over me.

“Oh Tom,” I cried out as he picked up his pace and began fucking me in earnest. His rhythm was pounding, relentless, passionate and at the same time full of care.

“Oh Melissa,” he said as his pace ratcheted up again, “fuck love, you feel amazing.”

I smiled as his mouth met mine in a deep passionate kiss, his tongue teasing and tasting mine.

“Will you come for me?” he asked, breathlessly. I nodded and reach down between us so that I could rub my clit. I stroked it in small tight circles and immediately felt my orgasm build, heat rolling through my belly.

“Oh Tom, fuck me Tom,” I cried out as I raced closer to the edge.

“Just a little more,” I said with a growl as I furiously rubbed myself. I tilted my hips upward, feeling Tom's penetration deepen and my orgasm grow even closer.

“Yes, yes, yes,” I squealed as I felt the pressure build. My wrist gave out as it finally rolled across me, pleasure screaming out from my core, rushing across my body like a wave. My orgasm crashed over me and I felt my walls pulse and tighten around Tom's cock. His thrusts were relentless, his hips strong and steady. He drew out my orgasm until I was shaking and trembling in his arms.

I slid my hands back into his hair and pulled at it gently. He rolled his eyes back in his head and his rhythm snapped. He thrust frantically, chasing after his own orgasm.

“Fuck Melissa, fuck, yes, fuck,” he cried out. He let out a deep growl and with two more deep thrusts he poured himself into me, his body convulsing on top of mine.

He collapsed on top of me, his cock still inside me. I ran my fingertips gently over his damp back, tracing circles on his skin.

“That was magnificent,” he groaned. I smiled and nodded, pressing a kiss to his forehead. He rolled off of me and got rid of the condom. When he crawled back to the bed, he slipped of my heels and then pulled me into his arms, pulling the sheet up over top of us.

“You are beautiful, and magical, and I'm totally mystified right now,” he whispered in my ear.

“Mmmm, thank you, you devastatingly handsome, and gloriously sexy man,” I replied. He kissed me softly and then we dozed off to sleep, wrapped in each others arms.  

House Hunting-Chapter 1

My real estate firm was taking on a new, top secret client, and I was to be their agent. I wasn't told anything about who they were, or what they did for a living, just that they were looking for a home in LA, and their beautiful budget of $3 million. $3 million was a number I could work with. I began pulling some listings and planned for our first meeting, the very next afternoon.

At 1 the next day, I drove to meet up with my new client at a local restaurant. We were going to review the listings over lunch and then make plans to go see a narrowed down number of homes. I had put on a lovely navy blue suit with a tight low cut white blouse underneath and my favourite pair of red Loubitons. I wasn't in the habit of spending $1000s on shoes but the Loubitons had been a gift to myself when I'd landed my first big commission. They were my good luck shoes and I wasn't sure if I was going to need to luck with this new client, but it certainly wouldn't hurt.

At 1:15, my client arrived. My jaw nearly dropped when he came around the corner with the hostess. I knew right away who he was and I had to steel myself to keep from acting the fool. My new client was none other than super hot, super talented rising star, Benedict Cumberbatch. He himself was dressed in a navy suit with a white shirt underneath. His hair was dark again-he must have just finished filming Sherlock-I thought to myself.

“Melissa?” he said to me in that luxurious voice of his. He stuck his hand out to shake mine.

“Mmm yes,” I replied, shaking his hand.

“I'm Benedict. Ben. You can call me Ben,” he said with an heir of confidence.

“I know who you are Mr. Cumberbatch. I'm a fan of your work,” I said softly. He smiled and took a sip of his water.

“Thank you. But please, call me Ben. We're going to be spending some time together and we can keep this casual,” he replied.

“Right, Ben, well let's get started,” I said, pulling out the pile of listings from my briefcase.

“Mmmm, no,” he said, placing his hand on mine, “if you don't mind, I'd like to order some lunch and we can get to know one another a little before delving into the real estate.”

My cheeks turned red.

“Of course Ben, whatever you'd like,” I said nervously, “you're the boss.”

He smiled widely as he perused the menu. I clenched my thighs together nervously. The look of him alone was enough to make me wet. That beautiful pale skin, his sweet heart shaped lips, and the long line of his neck. His shirt was unbuttoned enough that I could see the end of his collarbones, and that deep well where they met at the base of his throat. My thoughts wandered to what it would be like to lick and kiss at that spot, until the waiter came to take our order.

After we ordered, he dove right into conversation.

“So Melissa, tell me about yourself,” he said, leaning back in his chair, his hands on his thighs.

I paused, trying to gather my thoughts. Trying to think of something interesting to say. The truth was I didn't think I DID have anything interesting to say.

“I'm not from LA,” I started, “I'm from an outside Toronto, Canada.” He nodded.

“I love Canada,” he said, “the people are wonderful and it's so very clean.”

“I miss it sometimes,” I said.

“Continue,” he replied, motioning for me to keep speaking.

“I've been in real estate for a few years, and was given a great opportunity to come live here in LA and work in a high profile firm so I jumped on it. I had nothing keeping me in Canada. No boyfriend or husband or even a great job to speak of.”

“Do you have any children?” he asked, taking another sip of his water.

“No I don't, Ben,” I replied.

“May I ask your age?” he asked with a smile.

“Ha!” I laughed, “I'd rather you guessed.”

“That's a dangerous game, Melissa,” he said.

“I want you to play,” I replied. He grinned widely. I was flirting. I think he was flirting too.

“28,” he said confidently.

“34,” I replied.

“Really? Wow,” he said, seemingly very surprised.

“You wear 34 very well,” he continued. I blushed bright red.

“Thank you,” I said softly.

“You're most welcome,” he replied.

We sat in silence for a few minutes, sort of eyeing each other up. I couldn't stop looking at the colour of his eyes. The afternoon sun seemed to have driven them into a deep shade of blue and I found myself getting lost in them.

“Your eyes are remarkable,” I said as our lunch arrived.

“So are yours,” he said as he dove into his sandwich. My jaw dropped but I said nothing. I wasn't sure how to take him. I wasn't sure if he was flirting, or just being kind. His English charm was disarming and disorienting.

Not much was said as we ate. He asked me what I did when I wasn't working and I shared my hobbies. I told him I was runner and ran as much as possible. I shared my love for the beach, for all things shopping, and my love of travel. I may have also hinted at my love of cooking and baking but how I had gotten away from it not having someone to cook or bake for. His eyebrow raised at me.

“I have a sweet tooth,” he said.

“I know,” I replied.

“Maybe I need to try my hand at some banoffee pie,” I said quietly. His eyebrow raised again and I laughed to myself.

As the waited cleared our plates, I took out the listings again. Ben moved from his seat at the end of the table and slid in next to me on the banquette seat. His smell flooded my senses and I found myself closing my eyes as I took in a deep breath. It was taking everything within me not to reach out and touch the skin on his neck. Not to nibble on his ear lobe and run my hands through those gorgeous chestnut curls. But I restrained myself and once my eyes were open, I focused on the task at hand.

I went through each listing with him, naming off the features of each home, describing the area of each address, and discussing price. At one point, his arm slid behind me, onto the top of the banquette. My pulse quickened and I felt a bead of sweat begin to form at the back of my neck. He was intoxicatingly close to me. When he adjusted his position ever so slightly, his knee brushed against mine and the feel was electric. A shiver went down my spine and I wiped my brow subtly.

“What do you think Melissa?” he said, turning a little so he could face me, “I mean really, you know the areas, you know the market. What do you think is going to be best for me?”

“Well Ben, it's really hard to say. Buying real estate isn't just a decision to be made on paper. You need to see the houses, to get a feel for the neighbourhoods, to really know what feels like home to you.” I continued, “Living in London, I assume you're used to an older style, architecture with some history. It could be that you want modern and contemporary here in LA. Or maybe the older homes are your style here too. Maybe you want a Spanish style or even craftsman. That's something you'll have to explore.”

“Then I think we need to see them all,” he said. My eyes popped wide.

“There's 34 listings I've printed for you,” I said.

“I know. I've got time,” he said, “I've rented a place. I'm in no hurry.”

“We'll start tomorrow,” he continued. We made arrangements to meet at 9 am the next day and I told him I'd set up as many appointments as possible.

“Don't worry,” he said, “I'm going to buy something. I just want to see all my options.” I nodded, gulping. I was going to be spending a lot of time with him, and I couldn't wait.  

OH. MY. GOD.  

Possibly one of the most beautiful men on the planet.  Yup. 

Laptop, panties, ovaries, all on fire. 

This is terrible.

I've become OBSESSED with three men.  Of course the lovely Michael Fassbender, but now there's Tom Hiddleston and Benedict Cumberbatch.  There isn't enough hours in the day.  I feel I might BREAK the internet from my countless hours of reading, staring at pics, laughing at Cumberbatch GIFs. And don't get me started on youtube.  Tom and Cookie Monster...nuff said. 

I don't even know what to say.  Saw "12 Years A Slave" tonight and if Fassy doesn't get his first Oscar nom, I'll be shocked.  I still found him incredibly sexy, even playing that evil, evil man. God the things I would do...

My first tumblr post...

And I have no idea what to say.  I joined so that I can find more great fanfics.  Ya'll have some wild imaginations! I love it!