Again; More Obsession?
I thought about using the title of Supernatural’s latest episode as my title, but then it didn’t make sense, so I opted for something more related but clearly less creative.
I went to the Track meet yesterday against Sobrato and cheered on my ladies. Sobrato is known for the abundance of tall, hot, while males and females, and every time I pass by them, I wonder why I’m outrageously short. We all freaked over one of the middle-distance runners on Sobrato’s team: nickname Beta, Ketchup, or Mustard. He’s really cute; super sharp features and dark, dirty blond sort-of spiky hair. He’s got nice arm and leg muscles; the only downside was he has a horrible farmer’s tan. Now before I go and totally make it obvious who he is (as if the description isn’t enough), I shall stop and move on to Supernatural, “Point of No Return,” with two hunky males, a boyish brother, and an extremely sexy angel.
Now, I had my heart in my throat the whole entire time, mainly because I was overly excited in the beginning and was affected by the plot. It was epic. In short, here is my opinion. Dean was jerk with his hypocritical attitude, Sam had very touching moments where he was close to crying, Adam was a bit annoying but got better, Bobby was powerful and hilarious, and Cas just kicked ass.
If I could upload pictures of all the wonderful moments Cas had in this episode, it would take forever to load this page. He begand with grabbing Dean to Bobby’s, successfully taking out two angel brothers, pulled Adam out of the grave, glared at Dean like he was some piece of meat, got “blown to oz,” came back and beat the crap out of Dean, went on a suicidal mission, carved a sigil out of his chest, and ripped his shirt and slapped himself in the chest to send all five killer angels surrounding the magical room back to heaven.
When he disappeared in a mix of flasing lights, crazy whirlwind, torn clothing and bloody chest, I sat stunned in my couch wondering if he died. I was so worried, because spoilers before said a character would go on a suicide mission and there will be a death, that I had to go online to check. Then I came across a question begging for Castiel and Bobby to not die, and the reply was, “There will be a death, but I wouldn’t call it major.” How can Castiel’s death NOT be major? It might as well be the Apocalypse if he ever died. The devil is in the detail, and then I realized “a death” probably meant Zachariah’s death aka THAT S.O.B. It’s funny how I didn’t even realize his was a death too, probably because I wanted him to die so much his death didn’t even seem that grave….
Now I’m going to shift focus and make a super long post. I’ve wanted to do this for a while, but my taste keeps changing. As of now, here are some random things about men that I absolutely go crazy for.
1. Suits and ties: Judging from my avatar, you should be able to tell. Something about guys in suits (black) make me go coo-coo for Cocoa Puffs. And the hottest part of all? A man loosening his tie and collar. (Castiel did this in the episode and I squealed like a mad woman.)
2. Hands: I love staring at a man’s hands, especially when they look very large and warm and can cover mine completely. And (you’ll soon see in #3), I love tall guys, so their hands usually are pretty long and slender themselves. Give me a pair of those elegent sexiness and I can stare for hours.
3. Height: I love tall guys. I don’t think this one’s really that uncommon. For me, I like the towering feeling I get when I stand to a very tall man (or not even, because I’m not even that tall to begin with). I have random quirks, like passing someone I like just to feel his tall presence or comparing heights all the time. I think I do that so often I can pretty much accurately estimate anyone’s height between 4’10″ to 6’4″ (anything beyond I rarely see). I love it when I stand next to a man and the top of my head barely reaches his shoulder or at his shoulder. You may ask, “Why do you want a boyfriend THAT tall when you’re THAT short?” Well, I just like it.
4. The back of the neck where the hair line ends: This is something quite new. I know there is a form of Chinese beauty where the back of a female’s neck is the most beautiful part and thus need to be exposed to the world to admire. Well, for me, it’s for the male population. I like the back of the head where the hair is just beginning to fade and there is the neck fading into the collar of a shirt. Best part about this quirk? He can’t catch me staring!
5. Face, obviously, but specifically the eyebrows, eyes, and nose: It’s weird; most females would probably put lips, but I don’t think I stare at lips so much. It’s all about the expression and gaze above. I love eyebrows that seem like they have a life of their own: the ones that can twitch and move in very bizarre and unbalanced ways. You probably have no clue what I’m talking about, but check out the eyebrows of guys later and tell me if they seem to move on their own. As for eyes? I love blue eyes. No offense, but I do. And I have a thing for straight noses. There are people with super sharp nose that juts into the air, but that is not what I’m talking about. (I love Misha’s nose; I think that’s the part I stare at the most.)
6. Five o’clock shadows: That stubble at the end of the day? Sexiness in design. When I was younger, I liked clean-shaven, girly-looking guys. But now, I’m more into that facial hair. Don’t give me a bush, but the slight prickliness I can imagine feeling running my hands down his face makes me flutter inside.
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