The Coffin: I see dead people. And maybe a little nipple.
The Coffin
Before you say one word --
You'd watch mediocre horror movies for Ananda Everingham, too.
In Thailand, there is apparently a real-life ritual that involves lying in a coffin to rid yourself of bad luck.
Of course, if you're in a horror movie, the bad luck might come to you.
Like when the lid closes and everything goes dark and you start hearing sketchy scrabbling sounds and nothing but your own petrified breathing sucking up all the available air...
THERE IS SOMETHING IN THE COFFIN WITH HIM. D: D: D:
Seriously. COFFINS. And according to the internet it's a real-life custom. Who thinks of this shit? Who thinks, "oh, I have a GREAT idea, and we'll need some burial flowers and a couple caskets"??
They bring this on themselves.
On the bright side, Ananda likes to creep around shirtless. Oh yes! Be terrified... of his lickable skin and sexy stubble!
WHEN THINGS GO BUMP IN THE NIGHT.
SHE SLIPS HIS PANTS OFF AND THE GODDAMN CURTAIN GETS IN THE WAY. AUGH. AUGH! CURTAINS.
Spiritual scavenger hunt! Everyone thinks they're Nancy Drew. Like, if Nancy Drew was a half-burned corpse with rotting flesh and nothing better to do than stalk their (extremely attractive) ex.
To be fair, I'd want to stalk him too.
Ask not what clothes can do for Ananda Everingham, but what Ananda Everingham can do without clothes.
Before you say one word --
You'd watch mediocre horror movies for Ananda Everingham, too.
In Thailand, there is apparently a real-life ritual that involves lying in a coffin to rid yourself of bad luck.
Of course, if you're in a horror movie, the bad luck might come to you.
Like when the lid closes and everything goes dark and you start hearing sketchy scrabbling sounds and nothing but your own petrified breathing sucking up all the available air...
THERE IS SOMETHING IN THE COFFIN WITH HIM. D: D: D:
Seriously. COFFINS. And according to the internet it's a real-life custom. Who thinks of this shit? Who thinks, "oh, I have a GREAT idea, and we'll need some burial flowers and a couple caskets"??
They bring this on themselves.
On the bright side, Ananda likes to creep around shirtless. Oh yes! Be terrified... of his lickable skin and sexy stubble!
WHEN THINGS GO BUMP IN THE NIGHT.
SHE SLIPS HIS PANTS OFF AND THE GODDAMN CURTAIN GETS IN THE WAY. AUGH. AUGH! CURTAINS.
Spiritual scavenger hunt! Everyone thinks they're Nancy Drew. Like, if Nancy Drew was a half-burned corpse with rotting flesh and nothing better to do than stalk their (extremely attractive) ex.
To be fair, I'd want to stalk him too.
Ask not what clothes can do for Ananda Everingham, but what Ananda Everingham can do without clothes.