When Bad Boys Make You Want to be a Bad Girl

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I have a serious problem.  I’m addicted to the bad boys on television.  It all started circa 1990 when Beverly Hills 90210 arrived on the scene and brought bad boy Dylan.  At 12 years old with the adolescent hormones starting to rage I couldn’t help but stare at his rocking hair and big brown eyes and JUST MELT.

Oh, Dylan, come here and I will hug your little bad boy heart.

In the world of loud mufflers and modern-day gun slinging gangs via Sons of Anarchy we have hot main characters and equally hot side characters.  The guys on this show all have such HUGE hearts, even for a bunch of badasses.  Oh, and Jax, I hear you’re single now.  RAWR!

I need a motorcycle endorsement on my license STAT.  Oh, and a motorcycle.

I need a motorcycle endorsement on my license STAT. Oh, and a motorcycle.

Maybe I just have a Scottish obsession, but DAMN.

Maybe I just have a Scottish obsession, but DAMN.

If we take a stroll through the Uraban Horror/Fantasy genre we are about to deal with some serious jerk face bad boys.  First, we have Damon Salvatore from the Vampire Diaries.

You were such an ASS Damon, but you've managed to sneak your way into the hearts of tweens and middle 30's women everywhere.

You were such an ASS Damon, but you’ve managed to sneak your way into the hearts of tweens and middle 30’s women everywhere.  Oh, and probably women in their 20’s too.

Klaus, the hybrid vampire/werewolf who can fulfill all your urban fantasies at once.  He’s also an Original and can’t be killed.  If you can get past his larger than life grand schemes and his deep need for vengeance you might find yourself with a lifetime companion…until he kills you.

There is something inherently WRONG about a man with THAT smile playing such a vengeful and rotten character.  Then he cried and I melted. Come here Kalus, I'll hug ya.

There is something inherently WRONG about a man with THAT smile playing such a vengeful and rotten character. Then he cried and I melted. Come here Klaus, I’ll hug ya.

There must be one to rule them all.  One bad boy who makes other bad boys look like pansies.  One bad boy whose heart is so big he melts yours.  The only bad boy I’ve ever seen single-handedly take out a tank.  Not even our eternal vampires have managed that feat.

The Walking Dead’s own Daryl Dixon.  I CALL DIBBS!!!!!

Those arms.  I need a cold shower.  Seriously.

Those arms. I need a cold shower. Seriously.

If any of these photos belong to you and you want credit for them, please email me at mendedwheels@gmail.com.  I lost my links while creating this post. 😦

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Author: Jill Stewart

I am a 37 -year-old woman from Arkansas who is happily married to a Scottish immigrant aka “the hubby” “the hubs” or if I am calling him directly “YO YOU!” We’ve been married for 3 years and it’s been a crazy ride, and unfortunately our finances have been beat to death in the last few years. We have two dogs and a cat, no kids. The Blog- What’ll you find: Financial Information as we try to become debt free My attempts at working and trying to maintain a home to the standards I like My adventures in learning how to sew Arts and craft projects Funny tidbits from my life including living with a Scottish person, the dogs, and other oddball things that happen to me. What you won’t find: Much on children. I don’t have kids and I can’t have kids. Recipes- I don’t mind cooking, but unless it’s something really special, don’t come here looking for the weekly recipe! You won’t find it- unless you ask my husband. If you’re interested in what you see, please follow me on Facebook or sign up for emails! Most of all, leave a comment or ask a question! I am always happy to hear from you!

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