What Was I On

Same character different fonts ✨arcane edition✨

(Part 1)

Caitlyn / Mizu

- blue theme

- experts at their fighting style

- deadly

- Determined, hardworking, cunning

- similar character design

- hot

Vi / Karlach

- red theme

- talks with their fists

- funny, kind and caring

- tough as nails

- muscles ✨

- choppy cool hair

- hot

Cassandra / Hettie

- dead (rip)

- milf

- powerful women who care deeply about their family and reputation

- updo

- impecably dressed

- wielding great political power

- hot

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All these characters have some significant differences from one another (especially Caitlyn/Mizu). However, it’s pretty fun to point out their similarities. 👀

What arcane characters should I do next? 💙

The guy talking about “bitchass cope” as if pretending that your health is entirely within your control isn’t cope for feeling powerless and afraid of an unpredictable future

I was made to love you, and yet,

Inspired by this observation by a friend:

My gender-mobile is making funny sounds, does anyone know a mechanic who works on them?

gender to me is like a car i dont really want one and society would be much better if it was not structured around it. but i got one because it helps me get around and sometimes its fun to make it go fast

[footage of the inside of an ordinary Eastern-European home, taken with a handheld phone camera, the man filming is walking from the living room to the back door of the house]

man, narrating in russian: Every fucking year, this time of the year, the pond at my backyard gets infested. What do ponds get infested with? Frogs? Poisonous weeds? Geese? No. Not my pond.

[The man opens the back door, stepping out into a garden. Three or four nude, human-like figures dash from the borders of a pond back into the water.]

man: Rusalki! I don't know where they come from or how they get here, and I can't afford to hire an exterminator every year. I can't let my cat outside anymore. Last year a rusalka managed to drown a whole deer in my pond, the stench was unbearable.

[He walks as he speaks, approaching the pond. There are several eerily beautiful female beings peering at him from under the surface, their long hair floating in the murky water. Their eyes are gleaming in an unhuman way. The man holding the camera stops to film them.]

man, calm and deadpan: What the fuck are all of you staring at. Get jobs or something.

[One of the rusalki, smaller than the others and clearly not a fully matured adult, slowly reaches out of the water with her white, thin hand, grasping his ankle. He appears unconcerned.]

man: You can't drown me, you little idiot. You're too small. Shoo!

[A loud thud startles the rusalki, making them scatter. A second thud makes it clear these are the approaching footsteps of something massive. The man turns around and points the camera at what appears to be a house, walking past above the treeline with chicken-like legs]

man, now yelling: IF YOUR HOUSE SHITS ON MY YARD AGAIN I SWEAR TO FUCKING GOD-

Fuck it

Imma start posting my shitty PJO Clarisse La Rue x OC fanficiton here 

If you’re interested but don’t want to read it here on Tumblr, it’s also posted on Wattpad, Quotev, and AO3

Oh to be a lonely village girl stolen away by a cruel pirate captain but she spares your life and you end up joining her crew and slowly earning her trust over the years and eventually becoming her first mate and lover

the the crushing weight of our own looming mortality is what both drives us to live and makes us want to give up and natural selection means that people with genetic illness shouldn't have children and if the government did fake the moon landing then what was the point of the space race other then to gain meaning in this meaningless life that we can only attain through cheating and not gaining anything at all and yet the mitochondria is the powerhouse of the cell but we've never needed that information and it's been burned into out heads over and over for years so Michel Obama is rumored to be a man meaning that society's faith in the one true god, shaggy, is no longer strong enough to hold the fabric of this reality together thus we collide with others and that's why the Mandela Effect is putting chemicals in the water to turn the freaking frogs gay but a study showed that wasn't true but the study was made by the people turning the frogs gay so it didn't count... In conclusion: black beans are full of protein so they're good to eat during an existential crisis

I finally understand how reblogging is supposed to work. I get it now, I never needed to wait until I “deserved” to reblog stuff and had interesting things to say

Reblogging things I like feels a lot more goblinesque than upvoting ever did. The upvotes felt like "hmm yes, I approve *golf claps*" while reblogging feels like furtively staring at something before shoving it in your mouth and scurrying back underneath the nearest piece of furniture.

Which isn't to say that I don't like it. But I definitely find myself going "maybe I shouldn't reblog this because I've already reblogged a bunch of things today and I don't want to look like I don't have a life," I say as I close the app and reopen it like one of those little automatic box toys with the switches.

Reblogging this (or whatever the hell it’s probably the fifth time I’ve logged into Tumblr, idk what the fuck I’m doing) just so I can see it again

meirl