“I always try and understand, and not judge. It’s like, I always think that all of us are pretty much the same. You know, we’re all made up of the same things. We all want the same things. We wanna be accepted, we wanna be loved.” Michael Fassbender
Here we go again. As I already told you, I’m a huge fan of the Bioshock video game series and I lately finished the extra content ‘Burial At Sea’ of Bioshock: Infinite! As I’m one of the - as it seems - rare ppl who ship JatLas and of course as you know I ship FassAvoy I couldn’t resist to make this one too. This is part one of my Headcanon where Michael Fassbender is (plays) Jack Wynand or otherwise called Jack Ryan.
He’s as confused as we are. How did he end up leading this garbage movie?
His accent is making him sad too. Free him, Hollywood.
Shark smile makes an all too brief appearance. I was not smiling while watching this movie. My face was more like this:
And finally, here is Fassy in sweatpants. I have nothing snarky to say about Fassy in sweatpants. It’s fucking beautiful. Practically worth the torture of watching this film. Let’s all take a moment to appreciate. Appreciate Fassy in sweatpants, that is - NOT this film. This film is a nightmare.
Sadly, Michael, your husband, didn’t win the Oscars. You were happy for Leonardo, of course, but it was your husband.
“I’m sorry, love. Maybe next time.”
You whispered in Fassy’s ears. He laughed and kissed you passionality.
“Tanks for all, y/n, but If he did it, I can do it too. Now let’s go to the party.”
You smiled and held his hand, going to the After Party, even when the real party would be a little later, in your bedroom.