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jayce enduring a symbolic rendition of viktor's trauma is so painful and so, so clever.

being stricken down and immobilized through sheer accident or, in viktor's case, a cruelly random quirk that caused his disability.

then physically dragging himself from the lowest level of zaun to piltover, much like how viktor spent his youth reaching toward the promise piltover offered, but only if he could "pull himself up by the boot straps" and get there on his own. socioeconomic forces working against him be damned.

i appreciate arcane reminding us of viktor's origins - the reason he is so called to help people and, eventually, save himself - and putting jayce through the ringer - the contrast between he and viktor's lived experiences is front and center throughout season 1. the writers send jayce, and the audience, on a grueling journey to contemplate those experiences and how they've manifested in these intertwined characters.

I feel like the first class you played in DND tells a lot about you

Reblog and put in the tags what your first class was

I Wish I could be a ghost

Like, not to be scary or to haunt people, but to just hide peoples keys and move a couch across a room. I just want to fuck with people in a way that I’m currently unable to do at this moment.

WHAT is wrong with you. It is so attractive

Trust Lemon

I’m again thinking about Nimona because why shouldn’t I and a detail about it that I love is that Institution always made it seem as if there’s more monsters outside the walls then there actually were. It was just Nimona and she was just living her life. This is something else that I think is a great example of how transphobic lawmakers talk about the trans community.

There always seems to be talk about how the trans community is constantly brainwashing kids into being trans and make it out to seem as if the trans community wants everyone to be trans when that’s not true.

Trans people are just people, not an army ready to attack the world.

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

My friends don’t even know who Karlach is and I’ve never talked about her before, but now imma just start vaguely referring to my “cheese wife” and it’ll just be an inside joke between me and myself

oh NO????? 😭😭😭😭🧀🧀🧀

I had a stroke reading this and probably while writing it as well.

is this how to tumblure?

Throw back to when I went to christian school for kindergarten and 4th grade and had my fist experiences with why I don’t like the majority of Christians.

Kindergarten: Kindergarten boy breaks into the bathroom with a locked door (don’t know how the fuck he got in but kids are midget Satans so I call dark magic) and proceeds to peep, then I was forced to accept his apology for peeping and he was never punished because his parents were rich and after a week transferred him. They forced kids to accept apologies for a lot of things, which isn’t really how that works, but that was the worst I can remember.

4th Grade: First day of school, at a new school, which wasn’t new for me but that’s not what’s important right now. What is important is that I’m type one diabetic and decided to sit on the closest table to the nurse’s office door because it was empty, rusty, and close for if I had to go back inside. So I come outside for lunch and am just opening my little box of food from my bag when some 6th grade girls come to tower over me and ask if I wished to join then in sustenance. I was actually quite happy sitting by the door just vibing. They say nothing and leave. The next day I’m in the principal’s office for the first time in my life. “What for,” you ask? Bullying. Who? The girls two years older then me. How? Not wanting to sit with kids I don’t know and don’t like when they asked me to.

Fucking christian schools…

Some bad endertale fan art. I really hope frisk doesn’t look that bad...