he sparkles like an emerald in this shot. cold, hard, glinting and rare. virtually my ideal. but i'd need more than the Nostromo to reach Ian Holm in this particular sexy guise... i'd need a time machine. for it was 1979 when this lovely chap was walking around some sci-fi set, dressed like that, with that silky close haircut and his hot cinched waist and emerald flightsuit, plotting to ensure delivery of the life form. ian, tonight i will devote my fantasies to you; all other priorities rescinded... i repeat, all other priorities rescinded. sigh.
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