fassbendertheginger:

1. Michael Fassbender: Last year, around this time, I was still holding out the delusional hope that Michael Fassbender might be my little secret. Oh, sure, you admired his abs and delts and lats and other obscenely bulgy (and possibly groinal) muscles in the Banana Hammockfest that was 300. And maybe while watching Inglorious Basterds you found him and his fluent Katzenjammer German strangely alluring, you know, for a pseudo-Nazi. I was willing to wager, however, that you wouldn’t watch the smaller UK films like Hunger or Fish Tank and so he might stay mine…just for a little while longer. But then came the frostbitten action of Centurion, the “dear God give me something to look at other than the void that is Megan Fox” of Jonah Hex, the brutish and broody Mr. Hotchester of Jane Eyre and, most devastating of all, The James McAvoy/Michael Fassbender Homoerotic Goodwill Tour of 2011 aka X-Men: First Class. I knew the minute I saw him saunter across that screen, working a turtleneck in ways it had never been worked, that I had lost him. I knew once you heard him speak flawless French, German and Spanish, you’d want him too. He walked away with both that film and your hearts tucked into the back pocket of his impossibly tight pants. And he did it all with a toothsome, cheeky grin. Fassbender, with his delicate Irish skin, lantern jaw and long, lean body, somehow looks debonair even with a week’s worth of stubble on his face. Like our number three, Emma Stone, he’s a ginger (my favorite spice) and, best of all, his name is a symphony of sounds that range from an open throated shout of ecstasy to a sibilant hiss of satisfaction to a guttural growl for more. Say it with me, “FAAAAAAASSSSBENDERRRR.” Ahhhh. Feels good, don’t it? — Joanna Robinson

(Source: notniallscrocodile, via strangethings-didhappenhere)

thebookofchaos:

Unf this one’s my favourite.

(Source: odinsmightymustache, via fassbendertheginger)

(Source: fuckyeahmichaelfassbender)