There’s lots of Renner on my dash these past few days, and that’s not bad. There’s always a lot of RDJ on my dash, and that’s not bad either. But there is a distinct lack of Ruffalo on my dash right now, and that cannot stand.
He’s got a cutely crooked smile and his eyes are warm and deep and his lips are a fucking masterpiece and his chest hair makes my fingers twitch and I want to press my face against it and just breathe his scent. There are more photogenic men and better-built men but that’s not what sexy is—at its root, sexiness is ‘Would this person do amazing things to your body?’ and I feel confident that the answer here is an unqualified YES. He has the air of a guy who might be a bit awkward in the process of getting your pants off, but is a fucking MASTER once they’re gone.
tl;dr: Mark Ruffalo, my lady parts salute you.
I have some new followers, so hi!! Here’s one of my few original posts, and one of the most important things I have ever done.
(FTR, there is a good amount of Ruffalo on my dash these days, thanks to some of you. :))
This is response to People’s ‘Sexiest Man Alive’ 2013, as my tastes lay elsewhere…