[sincerelystesichorus]

i have spent so long trying to place who astarion reminds me of

his dry little sarcastic bits gets me every time and like it's automatically funny but it felt so familiar...

this bastard.

and some more similar comparisons i think

thank you for coming to my ted talk

[gunpowdercarousel]

Love when you give the myconids a dude's severed head and they just start

VIBING

[gautiersylvain]

baldur's gate 3 + the internet (1/?)

[vampiresfromxenon]

Astarion as silly Tumblr posts :) pt. 1 | 2 | 3 | 4

[astralcities]

astarion's tomb scene? the one where he talks about wanting to have sex again? where he propositions you on his grave? the scene where he fucks you on his grave. the scene where he literally shoves you to the ground and fucks you on his grave. that scene? that scene

[lovejoypilled]

“wah wah all girls care about is astarion wah” yeah you know what? i cant imagine why women gravitate toward a character who feels like they are only worthy of attention if they’re sexualized and are under constant pressure to be a sexual being due to a traumatic experience that made them think that they’re only good for sex and really cannot perceive himself outside of being objectified and serving others. cant possibly have any idea why girls like astarion you know

[tadfools]

[aleisters]

[cosmonauticalcephalopod]

what a dreadful fucking week.

[cosmonauticalcephalopod]

I think you were right about losing the last connection to glasgow. But more right than I realized. I dont think Ive ever felt such a baseline of happy or like I belonged somewhere.. or had roots, anywhere, until that year in glasgow. I had everything and everyone and a future, and I know, looking back on my life, that year really was the happiest, most connected, and stable I have ever been (sad , I know). Im afraid Ill never find that feeling again.

Like, a sense of community and belonging. Allowing my roots to spread and grow. Flourishing. Friends. Commitments. Purpose. Connection. Dinners. Parties. Discoveries. People. A future.

Place and time and connection and reality.

It's not just losing someone, it's losing the last tether to that place and time, and the ability to feel intense and that I am real. I feel like I had never before, and will never again be given that gift of belonging. It fills me with despair and hopelessness, because I realize now what Id never felt before, what I lost, and what I didnt know I had been searching for.

And now it's completely gone, everyone has scattered, moved on, and our time has ended.

and I just feel this void, and pain in my chest, like I will never be real again.

i thought i was ready to go, but all those moments are in the past.

I haven't been able to articulate it until now.

[cosmonauticalcephalopod]

please take this the wrong way: Lucero is country emo smashmouth for small town alcoholics

[cosmonauticalcephalopod]

hmm, but there aren't any posts about ME.

[cosmonauticalcephalopod]

€50 bras have absolutely no business ripping and stabbing me with their little tiddy hold em up wire

[cosmonauticalcephalopod]

if it can go wrong, it will

[cosmonauticalcephalopod]

I just wanna go home. But I do not have one.

[cosmonauticalcephalopod]

i dont know what life is trying to tell me but im fucking sick of it

[cosmonauticalcephalopod]

selfish dick