Fuck Yeah, Xavier Samuel!

Yes, the pic that started it all. I just needed to share the series.

Welcome to the second FYXS collarbone installment. Please, enjoy.

(In case you missed it, here’s the first.)

This is random, but I just couldn’t stop myself (much like the time I couldn’t contain my excitement over the Anonymous hair). So, you’ve been warned.

Now, maybe some of you guys know this (if you’ve been around for a while and read some of my rare commentary that occasionally addressed this matter [Newcastle and Number 2]) and I’m sure a lot of you don’t (if you’re newer here or don’t like reading my opinions - which is totally fine, but then again, you probably won’t read this either, so …):

I have an extreme fondness for Xavier Samuel’s collarbones. It’s weird, I know. So much so, I just recently found myself having a discussion about my oddity with my sister, who’s a pretty standard, run-of-the-mill appreciator of man-ass.

Don’t get me wrong, I’m not saying I don’t like asses, or broad shoulders, or legs, or whatever other, more traditional pieces of anatomy that women are so inclined to fawn over on a guy’s frame - I do. It’s just, these particular clavicles are flawless specimens of sculpted perfection.

Fortunately, while looking through my Drowning screencaps for Anon, I came across this pic. It should explain everything I can’t about my strange sentiment. So, please, join me in the visual celebration I’ve just dubbed “collarbone porn.”