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Since my brain was fried first thing this morning, I've pretty much retreated to the Realm of Roth for the rest of the day. And I'm taking anyone here along with me as reward or punishment, you choose.
gunslingaaahhh, don't look.
I believe this one is from the Captives days. That one is one of the more delicious films, as
paisley_daze well knows.

I don't even know what to say about this one. I can't. I just can't.

Stylin' and profilin' in his sunglasses.

A Mr. Orange montage.

Two words for the bottom frame of this picture: TOROIDAL VORTICES

From some photo shoot where I would have perished in flames, had I been there.


Looking for all the world like Flint here.

He always looks so gleeful when he smiles.

From Reservoir Dogs, may Mr. Orange RIP.

If anyone were skeptical that the Dracula Roth I posted a few days back was actually The Roth, I present this picture. Compare the two.

Glasses. Just...glasses

Like a motherfucking boss.

It's as though he is saying "DAMN! I forgot to turn off the gas."

Because of Tim Roth, in the course of about three months, I have wanted to be a cigarette, a leg, and now a thumb.

Never pants that fit him. Never ever.

Wherein he beats out The Crocodile Hunter as the most amazing guy in safari clothes.

He will kill us all someday. You can just tell.

Lying on the floor, smokin'. He can smoke in any environment, in any position, in any situation. Smokin'.

Introducing Piff at the Secret Policeman's Ball. Pretty much a true representation of his everyday wardrobe. Honestly, he is a male frump. And I love that.

In black. Love The Roth in black.

From a movie called Meantime, which also stars Gary Oldman (bromance!) and Alfred Molina. 3X gorgeous goodness.

This would probably be his reaction at my Rothian obsession. Oh, and cigarette.

Lie to Me-era. Like a fine wine.


From Bodies, Rest, and Motion, the movie that sports him with the most beautiful hair ever, which I gave to Flint.

That beard, that beard!



Obviously from the Eighties. I mean...look at the hair!

And that is all for now. The flow has slowed down because there aren't any new pictures out there. I actually have 418 files in my Roth folder. I am not bragging. It's more of a Catholic confession. Seriously. I need some sort of fangirl penance.
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I believe this one is from the Captives days. That one is one of the more delicious films, as
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I don't even know what to say about this one. I can't. I just can't.

Stylin' and profilin' in his sunglasses.

A Mr. Orange montage.

Two words for the bottom frame of this picture: TOROIDAL VORTICES

From some photo shoot where I would have perished in flames, had I been there.


Looking for all the world like Flint here.

He always looks so gleeful when he smiles.

From Reservoir Dogs, may Mr. Orange RIP.

If anyone were skeptical that the Dracula Roth I posted a few days back was actually The Roth, I present this picture. Compare the two.

Glasses. Just...glasses

Like a motherfucking boss.

It's as though he is saying "DAMN! I forgot to turn off the gas."

Because of Tim Roth, in the course of about three months, I have wanted to be a cigarette, a leg, and now a thumb.

Never pants that fit him. Never ever.

Wherein he beats out The Crocodile Hunter as the most amazing guy in safari clothes.

He will kill us all someday. You can just tell.

Lying on the floor, smokin'. He can smoke in any environment, in any position, in any situation. Smokin'.

Introducing Piff at the Secret Policeman's Ball. Pretty much a true representation of his everyday wardrobe. Honestly, he is a male frump. And I love that.

In black. Love The Roth in black.

From a movie called Meantime, which also stars Gary Oldman (bromance!) and Alfred Molina. 3X gorgeous goodness.

This would probably be his reaction at my Rothian obsession. Oh, and cigarette.

Lie to Me-era. Like a fine wine.


From Bodies, Rest, and Motion, the movie that sports him with the most beautiful hair ever, which I gave to Flint.

That beard, that beard!



Obviously from the Eighties. I mean...look at the hair!

And that is all for now. The flow has slowed down because there aren't any new pictures out there. I actually have 418 files in my Roth folder. I am not bragging. It's more of a Catholic confession. Seriously. I need some sort of fangirl penance.