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you’re doing a good job. even if no one notices, you’re doing a damn good job.

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yeah ive got experience in handling international relations. ive got mutuals from all over the world and they even reblog posts from me

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u know what makes me lowkey sad? when someone says ‘i know it seems silly’ before talking about something they clearly care very deeply about bc u know that means someone gave them shit for caring that much about that thing before which is Fucked Up.

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Love the contrast between the Americans’ “Apollo” and the Soviets’ “Sputnik.” You got the Americans naming their rocket after a Greek god trying to communicate the grandness and importance of this rocket. And you got the Soviets naming their rocket “fellow traveler.” Like a friend you go on an  adventure with together. This rocket is our little friend lol 

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April, 1932 The diary of Anaïs Nin [Volume One: 1931-1934]

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people who don't wear glasses don't get the added benefit of taking off your HD eyesight for a while. just. fuck it! i'm done. 240p vision time

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sharing a smidgen of progress on the animation

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If there is an infinity of universes in Arcane, an infinite number of variables and possibilities, then there is one where the commune in Zaun works.

Where Viktor is not killed, there is no war to convince him that to save people he has to erase their, and his humanity. Where the 'hive mind' is really a benevolent thing. The peace is not a result of mind control, but of people living safe, pain free lives, where they are loved and supported by a tight knit community. Just because it's easier to be peaceful when you are not suffering.

There is a world where Viktor touches Jace's mind before he is shot, he sees all the ways he can bring destruction to the world - and then, he doesn't. They talk. It's messy for both of them, but Jayce has seen and survived much by that point and Viktor learned to be wise, just because someone in that makeshift camp of freshly healed shimmer addicts had to. He got good in soothing troubled souls. Even without the hexcore. And Jayce always knew how to soothe him.

In time, when they both feel certain that the future Jayce saw can, WILL, be avoided, Viktor heals his leg and joins his mind with his own, and with all others. It's a cry of relief when they realise they still can argue, and bicker. That they are connected, but not amalgamated. Bound, but not restrained. A thousand voices, each imperfectly beautiful in their own way. Each still very much human. Always free to come and go. Always free to choose.

There is a world where Viktor, the mysterious and elusive Machine Herald who takes audiences floating in an arcane cathedral, can be found cursing in his native language because a set of runes he was experimenting with burned of his eyebrows (again). His partner laughs him off for dressing in random drapery, especially when the wind blows it up over his face. He keeps doing it because it's more dramatic that way.

This Viktor spent the early days of the commune healing, and building and soothing, and sometimes burying those brought to him to late, but he also weeped after the first time he realized that he spend the whole day on his feet and they didn't hurt. He is exhilarated when he runs around playing with the children. He can pick them up. For the first time, he is strong and mobile, and able to do all those things he never got to. The only time he coughs are when he gets a mouthfull of pollen walking through the fields, or a lungfull of smoke tinkering with one thing or other. Still, he mostly walks around with a cane. His body may not require it, but he feels used to that rhythm of walking.

He is calm and mellow, but it's not hexcore influence. The thing is a perfectly mindless power source on its own. It's in part his natural disposition, simply without the franticality added by impending death, and in part an intentionally adapted decorum he feels fits his new role. He still has his wit and his temper. He bickers with Jayce, with Jinx, even with Salo, once he mentally recovered after a very thorough reality check Viktor gave him upon his joining, to the point where the man actually realized his wrongdoings.

After a few years, Vander is mostly back. There are better and worse days, but he does get better.

Jinx never joins the commune for good, she has had enough voices in her head, but she comes and goes, doing what she can to the rest of Zaun. Talking with Viktor helps. So does getting Vander back. The voices never fully go away, but they don't taunt her anymore.

Isha only joins once she is grown. She can talk with her hands by then, and even once her body allows speach, she doesn't use her voice.

The commune grows. It never spreads all over the city, it's not a life for everyone, but those who come and stay, live very long, peaceful lives.

Mel visits regularly. She is a good friend to Viktor - they both expect a lifespan far, far greater than any other human. It's bittersweet, but they learn to take comfort in each other when Jayce, ever so slowly, ages, while they remain young. They experiment (fool around) with magic, walking through new unexplored fileds.

There is a universe where good intentions were enough. Where the love was there and it changed things, it saved many.

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The Ghosts of Cassiopeia

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"Blorbo from my shows" no. Blorbo from my BA. Blorbo from my major. Blorbo from my primary source document.

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Security alert: Your orb was pondered from a new location

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“This sister [Wilhelmine] is infinitely dear to me. If I had the misfortune to lose her, there would be nothing left to attach me to life. It is to her, I think I have told you, that I for the most part owe the little I am worth … Ah, if in order to save this sister who is perhaps no more at this moment, if in order to prolong a life which is so precious to me, I had to give up my own gloomy life, which sooner or later is encompassed by one of a thousand accidents, with what a touching pleasure would I not make the sacrifice!”

- Frederick the Great on his sister, Wilhelmine, Margravine of Bayreuth in “Frederick the Great, the Memoirs of his Reader, Henri de Catt (1758-1760) Volume 2”

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Ppl will be like “end the stigma around mental illness uwu” but still judge you if you’re unemployed or single or not completely self-sufficient or healthy or perfectly groomed or still live with parents and don’t see the hypocrisy in that whatsoever

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April 1, 1963 Anne Sexton, from The Complete Poems