hunter-rodrigez:

eph-em-ere:

erikadprice:

Can you imagine just being regular old Norman Reedus, actin on your walking breads and then out of nowhere a mysterious, infamous game developer from Japan contacts you and tells you that you’ve become his muse, and his very best friend, and that you are going to star in an utterly incoherent yet beautiful, unplayable mpreg game and you still won’t understand a fuck of it even years into the process

to be fair I wouldn’t call him “regular” like. he named his son mingus