Tom Hiddleston as F. Scott Fitzgerald
- where does dorian gray buy his clothes?
- at forever 21
I am flabbergasted on so many levels.
People are losing their ever-loving shit over a tiny little hiccup. Yeah, it was a creepy move boarder-lining actually illegal stalking, but it’s not like the bitch went all Kathy Bates from Misery and chopped his fucking foot off or something.
*pause for collective deep breath*
I hate to say it, because I was actually starting to like some of the gals in the Hiddleston fandom, but you all are over-stepping boundaries as well, some a lot more blatantly creep-tastic (I’ve seen death treats hurled countless times at the clearly disturbed perpetrator). More than a few fans are in dire need of massive amounts of sedatives and therapy now.
I guess I just thought this fandom had more class.
Oh god, how wrong I turned out to be.
Psychiatrist: Tell me, Harold, how many of these, eh, *suicides* have you performed?
Harold: An accurate number would be difficult to gauge.
Psychiatrist: Well, just give me a rough estimate.
Harold: A rough estimate? I’d say … fifteen.
Harold: That’s a rough estimate.
Psychiatrist: Were they all done for your mother’s benefit?
Harold: No. No, I would not say “benefit.”
Harold and Maude