#rewatching peak (aka arcane) after YEARS only to be reminded of who my younger self stared at endlessly in awe

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I'mma need you to lock in and hear me when I say that it is nothing short of disrespectful to have the audacity to exist, merely mortal as you are, in the presence of Mel Medarda's captivating, alluring, jaw dropping, stunning, ethereal, pulchritudinous, gorgeous, majestic, magnetic, breathtaking presence, and not be on your knees and begging to worship her 25/8/366.

No, no, no, no, no, you don't understand, I am jealous of PIXELS.

How DARE you not be imploring to eat her out breakfast, lunch, and dinner when you have the absolute honour to exist within the same world, when you were blessed with functioning eyes and you possess the ability to lay your unworthy gaze upon her?

ESPECIALLY YOU, JAYCE. MOVE. It's MY turn.

I AM FOAMING AT THE MOUTH, SOMEBODY PLEASE SEDATE ME, I SHORT-CIRCUIT EVERY TIME SHE'S ON SCREEN.

I kid you not, I've teared up SO. MANY. TIMES. AT THE SHEER BEAUTY, THE ELEGANCE, THE INTELLIGENCE, THE KINDNESS, THE COMPLEXITY OF THAT WOMAN.

Get back to your admittedly hot, snarky twink, and PLEASE, JUST ONCE, LET ME BE THE ONE TO PATHETICALLY CURL OVER HER LAP AND MELT INTO HER, THIS ISN'T FAIR THIS ISN'T FAIR THIS ISN'T FAIR THIS ISN'T.

JUST. FJIEJDJJSKWOROENWNFKSJHROGJEJEJRJEJGLWJNTJEJEKWOEKJF

FUCKING LOOK AT HER. I GENUINELY CANNOT NAME A SINGLE CHARACTER WHO IS MORE AHDJJSJSJEJEWPWKEHSNNSNSM THAN HER.

(Not even VI, and be not mistaken, the things that I would let her do to me—

The things that I would do for her, the way I YEARN FOR HER to ditch Cait the Dictator and PICK ME CHOOSE ME LOVE ME.

I need her in a way that is genuinely offensive to my dignity)

I AM BUT A STARVING DOG, whose purpose is no other than to sit by the door in the hopes that she'll come back, and soothe my hunger with the sound of her voice and the look of gold adorning her skin.