yeah…i’m thinking we’re back

yeah..i’m thinking we’re back

lifeless, tiring, forced. essentially a feature length ad for the album. nothing more than an ego trip. all style, zero substance. not even jenna ortega dancing to blinding lights could save this self-indulgent slop.

genuinely felt like i was losing my fucking mind watching this (complimentary)

is there anyone more employed than jack quaid

unhinged blood splattered tom hardy is my favorite tom hardy

religious people are fucking terrifying

yeah those last twenty minutes hit me like a fucking truck

we have memento at home

STEALING MY PUSSY IS A RED FUCKING LINE

how dare you kill off THE rachel brosnahan in the opening ten minutes

i refuse to believe this is the guy who’s responsible for the hell house franchise