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what if you were a BISEXUAL and your bf nearly DIES and then he leaves you to become JESUS and then your hot gf gets KIDNAPPED and your little sister becomes a DICTATOR and you grow a BEARD
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season 1 Mel talking over/barley looking at Viktor while talking about making hextec weapons vs Season 2 Mel saying “I won’t let them corrupt your dream” and resting her Hand on Viktor’s cane (effectively including him in the convo despite the circumstances) is so sweet to me.
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Mel holding Viktor's cane while she promises to protect Hextech
I won't let them corrupt your dream
#how we feeling ot3 shippers#MelJayVik#Mel Medarda#Jayce Talis#Viktor Arcane#if they don't become a polycule by the end of this season#i will in fact eat my hand#Arcane#Arcane s2 spoilers
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Man though, the way Jaycey boy reacted to seeing Viktor injured. That was pure desperation to save the man he loved. All morals and hesitation flew out the window the second he saw Viktor laying there. Boy legit abandoned Mel and the remaining council to deal with the terrorists attack to focus entirely on saving Viktor.
And then Viktor woke up from a coma so cold and distant and walked away from him with no hesitation.
#IM ABOUT TO FUCKING SOB#THIS ISN'T FAIR#MY STUPID GAY BOYS#JayVik#Jayce Talis#Viktor Arcane#Arcane s2 spoilers#Arcane
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🤨!?
#THE WAY HIS VOICE DISTORTED ON ��AFFECTION”#GIRL STAND UP#Viktor Arcane#Jayce Talis#JayVik#Arcane#Arcane s2 spoilers
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Viktor just went from being some guy to my all time favourite Arcane character. Funniest possible direction they could’ve gone with him. Every fuck in his mind body soul was spent and gone when he emerged from that goop. Woke up purple from a near death experience and immediately dumped his situationship, quit his job, fucked off to the undercity wearing nothing but a blanket and then became the second coming of Christ on accident. King of protecting his peace. Imagine being that guy who tried to shank him. Some Czech twink with dick and balls hanging out starts glowing and then magically cleanses the poison from your body. I’d be on my knees worshipping him too man what a fucked up situation. Someone please get him some trousers
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Welcome back Jesus of Nazareth.
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viktor vs cait innit
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Have you been cursed to only say the word Arcane? I haven't watched s2 yet, will it force me to only say Arcane too???
arcane
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I'd like to tell you all a story about my grandmother.
My grandparents raised their children, four girls (one of them my mother), to be fighters. My aunts marched in Washington for women's rights with babies strapped to their chests and like to joke that all of the grandchildren who came from that line (including myself) were born with picket signs in their hands.
But it started with my grandparents. They fought hard for what they believed in. They marched against Vietnam. They marched for Martin Luther King. They marched for women's rights. They marched for a better future.
But let's talk specifically about my grandmother for a moment.
My grandmother unfortunately passed away in 2016. She had to watch the first Trump election and did so knowing that it would probably be the last election she'd ever see. And there is some argument there that she could have given in to fear and defeatism. She could have decided none of it was worth it, and she could have decided that fascism had won and the world was over.
But she did something else instead.
To give some context, my grandparents had friends who were Republicans. I say were, because they shifted from the normal Republican towards the MAGA Republican we see today. And despite a very clear message from my family about how we felt, they were more than ready to still come to the funeral as if everything was normal. Like their beliefs were normal. Like they were welcome to celebrate someone who had fought so hard for the rights of other people.
These were people who would have absolutely used their rhetoric to scream and shout if they were left out or disinvited.
And so my grandmother, even past her final moments, pulled the most brilliant, petty move I've ever seen.
She'd decided ahead of time that everyone who had known her was more than welcome to attend but that she wanted everyone attending the funeral to donate money. That was the requirement to be invited. And so everyone did just that. There was no talk about what the donations were for, just that they were appreciated. I want to say that the assumption was the money would help pay for funeral expenses and give the family some support while we grieved.
Except that wasn't the case.
Because in those final moments of the funeral, the rabbi stepped forward to thank everyone, and then very cheerfully announced;
"Arlene was so happy to know just how many people were coming to join us here today. She couldn't have been more proud of her family. And I'm sure she would have been elated to see just how much money you all gave today to Planned Parenthood."
When I say that the faces of those people are enshrined in my memory, I mean it. The anger, the devastation, the rage, the betrayal. It was an absolutely gorgeous display of true defeat at the hands of a boss ass old lady who literally fought with her last breath and threw up both middle fingers all the way out the door.
What I'm saying is this.
It is very easy to feel defeated. It is very easy to think that everything is over, and there's nothing left for us to do. It's very easy to say that fascism won, that fear won, that hate won.
But that's only true if you let it be true.
There is always more that we can do. There is a future that is still worth fighting for. And it's more than possible, even when it doesn't seem like it.
And fighting is going to look different every time.
Some days it will look like picket signs in our hands.
Some days it will look like spending time with friends and family and people you love and knowing that you have a community that supports you and your vision of a brighter future.
And some days, it's pulling absolute natural level 20 petty trickster shit even after you've left the world.
Because you can always make an impact and you can always add a little brightness to life, and if that means tricking a group of MAGA idiots into throwing their money behind Planned Parenthood in the middle of your own goddamn funeral then that's what it means.
Keep fighting. People have done it before you. People will continue to do it after you.
And enjoy the little victories.
(Even the petty ones)
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Make the most of the next two months
Get all your vaccines
Travel while we have a functioning DOT
Read and buy books on feminism, anti-racism, pro-lgbt
Attend drag shows
Don't skip any of your classes
Read and buy history books
Find your out-of-state networks
Learn to carry cash
Get birth control solutions
Support the Biden/Harris administration
Postpone large purchases and save money
Be careful of what you say online, like un-ambiguous attacks against the incoming administration, especially in spaces that contain your full name or personal information
Feel free to add on.
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please stop writing "viscous" when you mean "vicious", it produces the weirdest mental images ever
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they hate me for my slutty waist and my ability to see the good in everything
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Trick or treat!
you get shirtless onceler I found on Pinterest dot com
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