The Room is the cult classic that is widely considered to be the best bad movie ever made. It’s mind-bogglingly awful, yet painstakingly produced – it was not a lazy project by a disinterested hack. It was a full-fledged $6 million production by a desperate, unrelatable maniac.
Because of this, the entirety of the $6 million was funded by writer/director/star Tommy Wiseau. How did an obviously insane Eastern European man come up with that kind of money? Nobody has a goddamn clue. He had no wealthy relatives or successful business ventures that anyone knew about. He simply showed up one day with a bag of crazy money and a bigger bag of crazier ideas. He’s stated in interviews he got the money from Korean yo-yo and pleather jacket distribution, but that’s more a pile of strange words than a business plan, and he’s been so misleading and cagey about his past that nothing he says can be trusted.
The mystery surrounding the money has sparked a number of conspiracy theories, and they are batshit insane, but not as insane as this man having a perfectly ordinary backstory. Castmates have alleged in interviews that Tommy had mob connections in San Francisco, and he amassed his fortune doing favors for them. Others have taken things a step further, alleging that Tommy Wiseau is actually D. B. Cooper, the famous plane hijacker who stole $200,000 then jumped out into the stormy nether below. Was he never seen again, or did his head hit 25 different trees and turn him into Tommy Wiseau?
This mofo looked at me straight on when I was after this one girl, and he probably was thinking ‘oh great, it’s that chick that wrapped her legs around me’. But I get there and I ask if I can put my head on his shoulder, and before I get the last part out, he’s like, 'yes’. And he bent down for me. It was grossly comfy and warm and his chest is nice to lie your arm against and also look at that jacket.
I hope you get a paper cut , on yo tongue , from a razor in a paper cup.
i hope every soda you drink already shaken up. i hope yo dreams dry like raisins in the bakin’ sun. i hope yo tittes all saggy in yo early 20s , i hope theres always snow in yo drive way , …..i hope you neva get off fridays and you work at a fridays thats always busy on fridays.. i hope you win the lottery and lose your ticket. i hope its Ben and Socrates poop all up in yo kitchen. i hope the zipper on yo jacket get STUCK and yo headphones SHORT , & yo charger DONT WORK & you spill shit on your shirt. i hope yo tears dont hurt , & i can smile in yo face. cut my losses how delilah changed my locs to a fade. i hope you happy .. I HOPE YOU HAPPY. i hope you ruined this shit for a reason..i hope you happy.
OiSuga. Punk Oikawa. Pastel Suga. Oiks, dressed in black, leather & studs & shit, looking kinda intimidating-ish?? cuddling a pastel floral jacket that's obviously too small for him. Suga wearing baggy leather jackets. (Yo, can I call myself riot??)
which basically translates to: i have no words i love this i am a huge slut for pastelpunk and people seem to adore clothes sharing which makes me just go all “GWAAAAH!!” inside. also yes you can totally call yourself riot.