Good Morning, Sort Of Gratuitous Sam Reid

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I almost kind of don't even want to do this post, wishing the actor Sam Reid a happy 29th birthday; I have held out on him for a very long time because he should not be rewarded for bad behavior -- he's been around for five years now, pretty much since starring in Roland Emmerich's William Shakespeare flop Anonymous, and after taking a more-than-cursory glance (more of a scouring, really) of the places where such things would be it appears that Sam Reid in those five years hasn't doffed a single bit of clothing. Not a bit!

Please, I beg of someone to prove me wrong. Was there a bit in Belle I am forgetting? That Hatfield & McCoys miniseries didn't seem to have any trouble getting at least one dude half-naked -- maybe Sam's bared torso was floating around there too? Tumblr seems to be infatuated with his unrequited bromance with Max Irons in the recent film The Riot Club...

... but it would appear that stayed snog-free. I mean really, Sam Reid. You get your career jump started by Roland Emmerich for god's sake and this is how you treat us? There's one thing making me do this post, then. Well there are two. #1, goddamn Sam Reid is gorgeous. But #2: goddamn he is gorgeous and goddamn he and fellow actor slash pretty boy Douglas Booth seem to be inseparable.

INSEPARABLE. As you'll see, after the jump where I've collected all these gorgeous fully-dressed (sigh) pictures, he and Douglas Booth sure do seem very... tight. Hit the jump for the rest...