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Woah... I'm sorry 😓
Kabal trying to be openly bi, and regretting everything.
Happy Pride Month :)
a very important baby Qif from thismorning
Bad day :(
pussy from a guy who was "the weird girl" growing up
Dick from a girl who was "the quiet boy" growing up
dick from a guy who was the "weird girl" growing up
pussy from a girl who was "the quiet boy" growing up
long ago the four nations lived in harmony
While I'm at it, here's chapter one of my Zaunite!Viktor AU, where he's working alongside Silco and never met Jayce like in the canon universe.
Slow burn, many chapters ahead, but quite proud of chapter 1. Tags will be added as we go to avoid me spoiling my own work. Please enjoy!
https://archiveofourown.org/works/63039724/chapters/161445670
Oh my god I just realised I never posted this fic here HA
https://archiveofourown.org/works/62749294
Enjoy lovelies!
The Xmen, in the mansion, watching the news and waiting for the election results
Logan: Hey, Elf? Remember when you broke into the Whitehouse and almost successfully committed a presidential assassination?
Kurt: Ah, yes. I try not to think about it, mind control and all. It was very ungodly.
Logan: Do you think would could do it? Without the mind control I mean.
Kurt: Oh heavens, no, I'd never commit such a heinous-
News anchor: "The election results are in. Former president Donald J Trump has won the presidential race and been reelected -"
Kurt: ...On second thought
I wanted to make a post version of a TikTok I made, so spoilers for Arcane S2, but hear me out-
Gold is needless to say, one of the most prominent colors in the show. You see it everywhere in Piltover, in the academy uniforms, within the Kiraman family, within the house Talis pallet, and most notably on Mel and Viktor, the two people Jayce holds dearest.
Okay, Arcane fans, listen up
Too many people focus on ONLY this frame (as tragic as it is)
Yes, Viktor looks this distraught because he never expected Jayce to hurt him, but additionally, because he's never expected Jayce to reject him. Jayce is and has always been the one person in his corner since he's known him.
Whereas THIS frame-
Is equally important. Because he isn't surprised. Not because he's ever expected Viktor to hurt him, but simply because he knows this isn't Viktor. It's the Hexcore. Something he always knew could hurt them both. And was personally responsible for having hurt Viktor with it.
Thank you for your time.
Arcane S2 spoilers below the cut, but Jayviks, let's talk about THAT scene
Once a little boy went to school. One morning The teacher said: “Today we are going to make a picture.” “Good!” thought the little boy. He liked to make all kinds; Lions and tigers, Chickens and cows, Trains and boats; And he took out his box of crayons And began to draw.
But the teacher said, “Wait!” “It is not time to begin!” And she waited until everyone looked ready. “Now,” said the teacher, “We are going to make flowers.” “Good!” thought the little boy, He liked to make beautiful ones With his pink and orange and blue crayons. But the teacher said “Wait!” “And I will show you how.” And it was red, with a green stem. “There,” said the teacher, “Now you may begin.”
The little boy looked at his teacher’s flower Then he looked at his own flower. He liked his flower better than the teacher’s But he did not say this. He just turned his paper over, And made a flower like the teacher’s. It was red, with a green stem.
On another day The teacher said: “Today we are going to make something with clay.” “Good!” thought the little boy; He liked clay. He could make all kinds of things with clay: Snakes and snowmen, Elephants and mice, Cars and trucks And he began to pull and pinch His ball of clay.
But the teacher said, “Wait!” “It is not time to begin!” And she waited until everyone looked ready. “Now,” said the teacher, “We are going to make a dish.” “Good!” thought the little boy, He liked to make dishes. And he began to make some That were all shapes and sizes.
But the teacher said “Wait!” “And I will show you how.” And she showed everyone how to make One deep dish. “There,” said the teacher, “Now you may begin.”
The little boy looked at the teacher’s dish; Then he looked at his own. He liked his better than the teacher’s But he did not say this. He just rolled his clay into a big ball again And made a dish like the teacher’s. It was a deep dish.
And pretty soon The little boy learned to wait, And to watch And to make things just like the teacher. And pretty soon He didn’t make things of his own anymore.
Then it happened That the little boy and his family Moved to another house, In another city, And the little boy Had to go to another school.
The teacher said: “Today we are going to make a picture.” “Good!” thought the little boy. And he waited for the teacher To tell what to do. But the teacher didn’t say anything. She just walked around the room.
When she came to the little boy She asked, “Don’t you want to make a picture?” “Yes,” said the little boy. “What are we going to make?” “I don’t know until you make it,” said the teacher. “How shall I make it?” asked the little boy. “Why, anyway you like,” said the teacher. “And any color?” asked the little boy. “Any color,” said the teacher. And he began to make a red flower with a green stem.
~Helen Buckley, The Little Boy
I hate that I hesitated to reblog this just because I expect people to think it’s pretentious or melodramatic when it’s seriously real as fuck and I’ve witnessed it
Fuck man
My mom likes to refrence a story she read
About a guy who escaped North Korea
He said living there was like living in a pot
And he grew up there, so he grew into the shape of the pot
But once he was out
And the pot was gone
He was still in the shape of the pot
And he had to work really hard to grow outside that shape
I think its the same with alot of things
Art, gender presentation, decoration prefrences, food, hobbies
You forget what made you happy in favor of what kept you alive.
Never have I/will I reblog something I feel more.
Watching it happen always makes me question, what's the harm? And I always have to realise its not about the harm. It's about the conformity. I cannot stress enough that conformity is the most quiet form of ownership.
Nobody asked and this is Yumblr so here we go
NSFT list, for my BG3 characters!
Starting off, here's Eros, a half-elf (high elf) bard of small yet notable acclaim within Baldurs Gate and Wyrms Crossing. He's a whore, let's get into it 👀
Anyone else get really invested in their original characters, to the extent that you can complete the kinks A-Z list with more detail than necessary?
Cool, because I've been playing a lot of BG3 for the past yearish? And I've done it for every single one of my lil fuckers. So, in honour of me posting them over the coming days, imma give you a template for it, as well as give you a complete excuse to post your own. Please show me all your pretty Tav/Durge characters (or any other original characters) I need to know them like I know an ex I don't talk about.
Template under the cut so I don't fill someone's feed with NSFT shit
Holy fucking shit y'all.
ok but
Have some samples from the comments - 10/10 would recommend browsing them.
Celebrate transgressive art.
Xmen fans, I'm having The Thoughts™ and I'd like to share a small scene, written basically as a screenplay script (And this totally isn't from the Xmen fanfiction I need to write up and post one of these days)
HOUSE OF X (2019) #4
This moment is so sweet. Big bad Wolverine who's never feared death, much less God, turns to his religious loved one and asks, knowing at the very least the two may be parted, if he deserves something good after this life. And hoo boy is he asking the right man.
Logan: "If you had to, I mean really had to pass judgement on my soul, could you fairly say I'd have a kind afterlife?"
Kurt: "Oh, that's a silly question. You are my very souls fire, and I refuse to believe a kind God would allow me to be by his side in eternity without you, whom deserves a kind God most. So yes, you will have a kind afterlife. And I shall love you there, just as I have here"