I enjoyed Franco today. Without irony. He high-fived a potential gay threesome and I reflexively high-fived him back before realizing what I’d done. I feel so… dirty. — Has hell finally frozen over?
Were all the Cassadine family minions lost in a tragic boating accident, forcing Victor to rely on random teenage drug addicts/former angels to do his dastardly bidding? — Go home, logic. You’re drunk.
"Bonnie and Damon are pretty profoundly connected. And I think that there’s a very very fine line between love and hate, we all know that. These two have been through an exorbitant amount of experiences together… Mostly really dark, a little crazy… But I think what it’s going to do is lend itself to create some very cool stories.” [x]