I Love Him In This Interview Sm I Had To Make These

 Pattie Boyd | 12 January 1965 © Nancy Sandys Walker

“but stars great i like star”

“me too”

“i’m michael”

“michael… michaels great i like michael”

W.I.A NIGHTMARE

Pink Flamingos (1972) - dir. John Waters

if she’s your girl why is she decomposing in a field with me

I'm not really in the MCR fandom but I get a lot of exposure to it and I like that every picture of Gerard Way here is captioned like "my sweet little mouse wife, she's only three blueberries tall and lives in a little hollowed out pumpkin and wears a little apron and makes little pies and has little tea parties with her animal friends on a little mushroom table, and we like to hold hands and frolick through the fields and pick flowers and cuddle under a blanket with hot cocoa in front of the fireplace when it gets cold" and pictures of Frank Iero are captioned like "I need to stomp his fucking skull in and blend him into a fine meat paste" and both of those things mean that you like the person

Do you know which subgenre of film desperately deserves a critical retrospective and more attention?

The answer is 80s/90s/early 2000s James Spader erotic thrillers in which he plays a somewhat creepy yet attractive psychopathic, emotionless, yuppie with a thousand-yard stare that looks into your soul who is also secretly a s*xually depraved sadomasochist that hides his perverse desires under the glare of the capitalist American dream to fit in, or has an affair with someone similarly maladjusted/ s*xually obsessed.

He is often seen wearing glasses and being nerdy to the precipice of autism in these movies, yet he is also suave, soft-spoken and passionate but also an unsettling weirdo. Like why did Hollywood stop making these movies?? Us emotionally disturbed tumblr girlies are obsessed with creepy James Spader this was such a Moment!!

What is he trying to do?? Fucking seduce me or something?? Well it’s working…… please continue sir.