An example of my terrible taste in movies.
And my clichéd love of vampires.
And general creepy stuff.

A further example is how i reacted to the brief reunion of these two in Dracula:
I may have made an undignified fangirl noise.
More than once.
But Steerpike and Fuchsia together again!
And murder ensuing as per usual.
How could i have possibly contained my joy?
How, i ask you?
My sister informs me i'm the only person on the planet that would notice this momentous event.
I'm taking it as a compliment...

Ps. This show is terrible but apparently i'll forgive just about anything Jonathan Rhys Meyers does.
Because i'm a hormonal mess: