Rupert Graves in Air Force One is Down
Where did this sudden, raging boner come from.
i can’t breathe
People keep casting him as bad guys because they know we’ll forgive him for anything. He could strangle three kittens, a puppy, and slap a kid and steal his ice cream, and we’d still want him to win.
Evil is the new sexy… and the old sexy. It’s just sexy.
aww…. I thought he was gonna be the good guy this time…
Good boy, bad boy, who cares…?!
Handsome man and marvelous actor. So long as we get to see more of him, that’s sufficient.
Wow, that bottom-left gif is fantastic. The look on his face. Hnng.
Mr. Mac is going to be shocked when I suggest going to see this movie. It’ll take him .3 seconds to figure out why.
what. what. this is not fair. this is changing all the rules two years into the game.
“You didn’t say hello,” Lestrade says, as John Waston walks past on his way to Sherlock, who’s already flourishing off his shock blanket and pitching it through the open window of a squad car. “And that’s a bit fucking rude, even for a Yomper.”
John turns, head cocked warily. He looks Lestrade over, frowning intently.
“Do I know you?” he asks, but there’s something sharpening behind his eyes already.
“Not to see my face, no,” Lestrade says. “But you’d recognize the sole of my boot if you felt it.”
“You’re that fucking SAS officer from Camp Tangiers,” John says, his grin already overtaking his gaping disbelief. “What are you - no, that’s all. What are you?”
“Watson, right?” Lestrade grins as they grab each other’s forearms and shove playfully. “Captain Watson?”
“Major Gregson - but, it’s not really Gregson, is it?” John laughs.
“Lestrade,” Lestrade says, “Lestrade’s my real name.”
“You’re in the police now?” John demands.
“Ye - sort of,” Lestrade says.
” … I see,” John says. “Jesus. I hope you’re getting danger money, because he’s a piece of work.”
“The unstoppable doing the impossible for the ungrateful,” Lestrade shrugs. “You know the drill.”