This… this hits too many of my buttons. Imagine being this body’s cartographer. Mapping out every dip and swell of that torso, the creekbeds of that hipbone up to the faultline of that vein. And I can’t stop staring at the clench in that hand, the gather of fabric in the angles of those knuckles. I have too many feelings about this body right now.
trying to catch up on hours of missed tumbling and everything comes to a screeching halt when i hit this. all i can think is oh, hawke, you can stop showing off any time now…except please don’t stop, and try not to look too smug about continuing for as long as possible into the foreseeable future.
*slow blink* I’m sorry what was I doing… oh right staring at this for the last 10 minutes…right…*continues*
I made this my desktop bg just so i could stare at it whenever i want to. Okay back to staring now… O_O
(Source: blackspark, via sherlocksflybooty)
I mean. i didn’t need my panties anyway..