(Source: wyndamwesley)

Alan Tudyk is Nathan Fillion’s number one fan (x)

I seem to have entered the dandy phase of my life.

While watching Dollhouse last night, I found myself deeply, deeply aroused by the appearances of Mr. Alan Tudyk and Mr. Tahmoh Penikett. However, I didn’t want to have sex with them. I wanted to have sex with the way they looked.

Look at Alan’s suit. The red pocket square, the purple tie, the eccentric floral shirt, the vest, the jacket, the clean haircut. Yes. Yes. I want that. I want to live in that suit and sleep in it and shower in it. And I want to have Alan Tudyk live with me and just walk around the house wearing that suit, so I can see it as well as wear it. I want to go to there.

And look at Tahmoh’s little ensemble up there. A tasteful shirt, a light jacket, skinny pants, some nice shoes… He looks like something out of a ’60s spy movie. It’s simple, much less extravagant than Tudyk’s suit, but still — yes. Granted, I’d have to lose 40 pounds and work out for several months straight to be able to pull that look off but, hey, a guy can dream.

Sadly, I’m not in a financial position to run out and buy a closetful of suits and vests and, for the time being, I must remain immeasurably unimpressive, but when that day comes? I am going to look so annoying and pretentious. Can’t wait!

“Tighter.”