This man, Michael Fassbender is so handsome, it actually hurts (it hurts me.. I suspect it's quite advantageous for him). Nothing like a little bit of Sunday afternoon loneliness to induce some 'real man' appreciation.
Oh my giddy gosh?! Insert swoon.
He can be the tormented Mr Rochester to my Jane Eyre any day. I always fancied myself a period drama kinda gal too...
Now I have a legitimate excuse to source and 'endure' "X-Men First Class".