it’s almost hilarious how this shoot baffles me and turns me on in equal proportion. WHOSE LEGS ARE THOSE. AND WHY IS HE WEARING THAT SHIRT. otoh, his actual face. and his actual dog snuggled into his lap. I can’t. I caaaaaaaaan’t.
k, this one is particularly mesmerizing, so I needed to belatedly reblog. though I can’t quite think of where this is from. anybody remember?
…ok, I seriously don’t know what that last one is and why his face looks distorted and I could do without the forward-brush ducktail but the rest of these HALP HALP I’VE RUN OUT OF CAN.
Happy 21st birthday, Dylan O’Brien.
all these gif montages are killing me. HOW IS YOUR FACE.
I know I’m getting old because I’m *literally* unsure whether I want to molest him, or give him milk and cookies.
(“give him milk and cookies and *then* molest him,” some evil part of me says)
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