Dieux du Stade. *DEAD*

[perseph2hades]

Drop everything, friends.

My Dieux du Stade coffee table book and Making of the 2005 Calendar DVD arrived today.

I've been staring at punishing nudes of men all day and haven't stopped uttering the name of Jesus for hours. It calls for the default icon.

What am I going on about?

The French Rugby Team, Stade Français. NAKED. Photos by painter turned photographer, Francois Rousseau.

Apologies in advance for the awful scan lines.

I'm in paradise.





*gruntinggg*





*swooning*











*dead dead dead*






To quote my sister, who's been playing rugby for nearly a decade and a half: There's that whole camaraderie thing you don't get when you're on a posting or on a submarine or whatnot.

o_O No idea, people.


Look at this creature.






Is somebody kidding me?


This, meanwhile, is the beauty with whom I'll be eloping, to Mexico.



They are Italian, and they are brothers. *cries for days*




On the making-of DVD, this one twists his hips ever so delicately, all the while smiling, while waiting for the photo. *throws self off cliff*



*ggggnnnnnaaarrrggghhh*


(this is him from the back)





Then a bunch of portraits.

Look at the eyes on this sonofabitch.


This one is the spitting image of the twenty-three year old Brazilian who followed me home on my 30th birthday. agy&%^$^%ghhas,













I love this one's look. Love it love it love it.






The brothers.




My only complaint, and it is a big one, is that the younger brother's photo is not featured solo in the book, only on the cover.



From the DVD.
His name is Olivier Sarramea. He's French, he's 6'4", and I'm incoherent.








This is her job.




Therefore she wins.


*cries a river* elaur, please be so kind as to arrange the funeral service for my deceased self.

Comments

[andolinn.livejournal.com]

I am astonished - simply astonished - that you were able to steady your hands enough to use the scanner. Goddess, the torture you put yourself through so we can partake of the hotness... *smushes you*

These men have so got to be French, because, because, because...where exactly are their hands during this shoot???!!! How much elicit 'encouragement' are they giving eachother?! *whimpers*

The one with the football and the tile backdrop. How the hell did they get his ass so perfectly rounded? Who knew they made men like that?

*cough* You had a 23 year old Brazilian who looked like that follow you home and you let him leave?!!! That's what the Cave is for. You chain him up in the Cave for future use.

[perseph2hades.livejournal.com]

My scanner and I had a very tough night. She couldn't spread her legs wide enough to scan some of those shoulders breadths. I had to parttake in a lot of coaxing.

In the DVD, they were playing rugby naked. Throwing the ball to each other and grappling. *passes away*

How the hell did they get his ass so perfectly rounded? Who knew they made men like that?

*sighs in resignation*

That's what the Cave is for.

*weeps* This was before I knew of the existence of the Cave. But I had to send him home. Too much like a drug.

[andolinn.livejournal.com]

*swallows tongue* The visual of you coaxing the scanner to spread her poor legs just one more time! OMG!

In the DVD, they were playing rugby naked. NO!!! Don't tease me!

Alas, the cave probably hadn't been expanded and the hooks installed by the time you turned 30. But surely you could have found 6 other women to share him with. Just pass him on to the next woman each night blindfolded and in the trunk. And if you found six pit bulls like elaur, their would be no question of getting any more drug for a week. Course the poor boy might die...

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