do the caan caan caan
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wheres_walnut commented on my last entry about how she is not into H50, but wow, Scotty Caan with the well-fitted shirts. And see, my plan was to go get some soup (which SEEMS TO HAVE CURED MY ILLNESS HOORAY) and then come back and leave a bunch of Caan in a reply comment, but. Thing is, Burro, who understands me in my soul, showed up right after I got back with the soup. "I hear you are not feeling well," he said. "Let us watch Ocean's 11."
SCOTTY CAAN FOREVER, YOU GUYS. SCOTTY CAAN OF EVERY VINTAGE. BB!SCOTTY CAAN, CRINKLY EYED!SCOTTY CAAN, ALL OF THE SCOTTY CAAN. EVERYTHING IS SCOTTY AND NOTHING HURTS.
Point is, I am officially declaring it Scott Caan Appreciation Day here in this journal, and below the cut there are a bunch of pictures of him filling out those shirts. And filling out...the air around him...because hnnnng, hnnnnng, Christ that man is pretty.
EYES PEELED, GUYS. IT'S SCOTTY TIME.
Okay, so, I should own up to the fact that once--in my youth!--I may have made a post comparing Scotty Caan to, um, this guy:
IT WAS AN ERROR, OKAY. I DID NOT KNOW WHAT I WAS SAYING. I AM SURE, IF HE KNEW, SCOTTY WOULD MAKE THIS FACE:
AND I FEEL BAD ABOUT IT, I REALLY DO. But it brings me to my first point: Scotty Caan? He's what I like to call "creeper vine attractive." It can start small, attraction to Scotty, a little tiny seed of itty-bitty half-thought hnng. It's a small thing! You don't need to worry about it at all! And then you turn around for one second and then it's SCOTTY TO THE LEFT, SCOTTY TO THE RIGHT, SCOTTY UP AND DOWN AND AROUND THE TOWN. You can't see the woods for the Scotty. He. Is. The. Hotness.
Seriously, despite my deeply misguided initial misgivings, I am now at the point where if you presented me Scotty and Alex and said, "You must choose," I would--after checking every loophole just to be sure I couldn't somehow have them both--pat Alex on the shoulder and send him on his merry way. I would be sad, but only for a moment. After that moment, I would be left with Scotty, and I would be too busy hitting that like the fist of an angry god to think about Alex ever again.
Sorry, Alex. It's not you, it's Scotty.
Note the way, for example, he fills out this shirt:
And also this one:
And hey, while we're at it, this one too (with bonus creeper!Dane Cook in the corner, just to make you LOL AS I LOLED):
Even under a tac vest, Scotty's shoulders make themselves known:
They're big enough to sit on:
And his arms are strong enough to hang on:
And do you hear that sound? It's the sound of the fabric of his shirt screaming bloody murder, it's stretched so fucking tight.
Of course, that's not to say that Scotty Caan can't look good in shirts that aren't quite so form fitting...
Or, let's get right down to it here, in no shirt at all:
SERIOUSLY, YOU GUYS. HIS SHOULDERS, HIS SHOULDERS, LOOK AT THEM.
In conclusion:wheres_walnut, Scott Caan is sexual napalm. I hope all is clear to you now.
wheres_walnut commented on my last entry about how she is not into H50, but wow, Scotty Caan with the well-fitted shirts. And see, my plan was to go get some soup (which SEEMS TO HAVE CURED MY ILLNESS HOORAY) and then come back and leave a bunch of Caan in a reply comment, but. Thing is, Burro, who understands me in my soul, showed up right after I got back with the soup. "I hear you are not feeling well," he said. "Let us watch Ocean's 11." SCOTTY CAAN FOREVER, YOU GUYS. SCOTTY CAAN OF EVERY VINTAGE. BB!SCOTTY CAAN, CRINKLY EYED!SCOTTY CAAN, ALL OF THE SCOTTY CAAN. EVERYTHING IS SCOTTY AND NOTHING HURTS.
Point is, I am officially declaring it Scott Caan Appreciation Day here in this journal, and below the cut there are a bunch of pictures of him filling out those shirts. And filling out...the air around him...because hnnnng, hnnnnng, Christ that man is pretty.
EYES PEELED, GUYS. IT'S SCOTTY TIME.
Okay, so, I should own up to the fact that once--in my youth!--I may have made a post comparing Scotty Caan to, um, this guy:
IT WAS AN ERROR, OKAY. I DID NOT KNOW WHAT I WAS SAYING. I AM SURE, IF HE KNEW, SCOTTY WOULD MAKE THIS FACE:
AND I FEEL BAD ABOUT IT, I REALLY DO. But it brings me to my first point: Scotty Caan? He's what I like to call "creeper vine attractive." It can start small, attraction to Scotty, a little tiny seed of itty-bitty half-thought hnng. It's a small thing! You don't need to worry about it at all! And then you turn around for one second and then it's SCOTTY TO THE LEFT, SCOTTY TO THE RIGHT, SCOTTY UP AND DOWN AND AROUND THE TOWN. You can't see the woods for the Scotty. He. Is. The. Hotness.
Seriously, despite my deeply misguided initial misgivings, I am now at the point where if you presented me Scotty and Alex and said, "You must choose," I would--after checking every loophole just to be sure I couldn't somehow have them both--pat Alex on the shoulder and send him on his merry way. I would be sad, but only for a moment. After that moment, I would be left with Scotty, and I would be too busy hitting that like the fist of an angry god to think about Alex ever again.
Sorry, Alex. It's not you, it's Scotty.
Note the way, for example, he fills out this shirt:
And also this one:
And hey, while we're at it, this one too (with bonus creeper!Dane Cook in the corner, just to make you LOL AS I LOLED):
Even under a tac vest, Scotty's shoulders make themselves known:
They're big enough to sit on:
And his arms are strong enough to hang on:
And do you hear that sound? It's the sound of the fabric of his shirt screaming bloody murder, it's stretched so fucking tight.
Of course, that's not to say that Scotty Caan can't look good in shirts that aren't quite so form fitting...
Or, let's get right down to it here, in no shirt at all:
SERIOUSLY, YOU GUYS. HIS SHOULDERS, HIS SHOULDERS, LOOK AT THEM.
In conclusion:
wheres_walnut, Scott Caan is sexual napalm. I hope all is clear to you now.
