Promo shot for The Misanthrope.
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When “Life” was canceled, I believe I canonically said, “Well, maybe now he’ll do theater I can go see, at least.” So basically I’ve been wanting to see this just-announced play for like six months, and it’s in London. Mothereff.
Do I even need to express the feelings this gives me?
These webisodes will be the greatest thing to ever happen to me.
So I was just looking through new pictures of Damian Lewis and wife Helen McCrory, saying to myself, “God, when did I start shipping them so hard? How are they so adorable?” And then I hit this picture and my internal monologue changed to, “Wait, is he grabbing her boob?”
That is just what being a fan of Damian Lewis is like.
But seriously, you guys, you’re married and have a home in which to grope each other. The handholding here = adorbs. But maybe move it down six inches or so, God.
stay at home dad workout
The weight will need a onesie for this. If you find it’s distracting to look at the weight, because it’s giggling or something, you don’t have to look at it. You know the onesie’s not going to rip.
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