mood lights the mood tonight

"alex is armand and daniel's third" "alex is armand and daniel's adopted son" he's their walkie-talkie

I love DA2. The shitty graphics. The horrible gameplay. The story so unavoidably devastating and beautiful and horrible. Everyone hates each other. Everyone loves each other. You’re constantly filling the streets with bodies and there are no ramifications for this. There are ramifications for everything you say and do. Everyone’s bisexual. There’s a dragon in the mine. You lose everyone and everything you love and care about and it’s inevitable. Isabela gets an STI at one point. Merrill is a blood mage. You go from rags to riches to going on the run. You have a dog. You set your friend up on a date with the guy she likes. You hunt down a serial killer who takes the last member of your family away. Your doctor friend is possessed and loves cats and commits domestic terrorism. You have no control. You control everything.

last year i got dismembered badly and they hid all of my limbs from me and i’m slowly finding them one by one

imagine being eric bogo. in your 70s, on tv playin one of the gayest vampires ever written. the fans love you. your coworkers love you. your on-screen paramour is not at all normal about you. man