...way out on the corner of fucked up and evil...

Just finished watching Desperate Romantics - I'm aware that some of the MASSIVE LIBERTIES taken with historical accuracy should be making me wince, but somehow Slutty Frockcoat-Wearing Mitchell makes me not care. Though I do think he could have beeen naked more often, and also if he could have seen his way clear to debauching the narrator dude - who was so clearly gagging for it - that would be even better. Come on Rossetti, put a little effort into it!

However, those slight criticisms aside, I do think that any series that ends with Aiden Turner gleefully robbing somebodys grave before scampering off into the night is quite beautiful despite any other failings it may have.

Also, oh my God, there is Twin Peaks slash. Did everyone know this but me? Best. Day. Ever.

So, no thanks to you bunch of losers, I managed to find out what the deal with slutty frockcoat-wearing Mitchell was - it's a TV adaptation of Desperate Romantics, a book which, by the way, totally does not feature enough Romantic-era debauchery for my liking.

But anyway, I got hold of the first episode, and oh my God, he's so slutty! I want to cover him in butter, put him between two slices of bread and make him into a slut sandwich. He will taste like pure, unadulterated pretty.