Mel In Her Noxian Fit

Every time someone draws fanart where Viktor is crouching (thigh to calf) with the leg that’s in the brace, bbno$ loses a year off his life

So anyways I think the worst part about Emma May is that she was so so loved. Fidds almost destroyed a city because she left him. Can you imagine loving someone that much? To the point of wanton destruction? She just couldn’t give him what he truly wanted so she lost her place in his list of priorities. He got carried away in Ford’s dazzling world and forgot that she was a person who needed companionship and attention, that she wasn’t just a concept to yearn for from a distance. Fiddleford forgot that she was a person a PERSON and all we see is this negative space, a garage in Palo Alto, an imprint left in their marriage bed, half a face on his desk, this forensic scattering left in her son’s existence and a crazed lunatic missing a Family, a Wife. She once existed. And he dug such a deep well of sadness within her that she quite literally disappeared completely from the narrative. Something something there’s a particularly cruel pain left by the selfishness of kindhearted men. Emma May, was it worth it?

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what if we were both SCIENTISTS and saved each other from SUICIDE and worked in close quarters for a DECADE but our project turned out to be EVIL and one of us got involved in POLITICS while the other got involved in DRUGS because he is DYING and one of us got EXPLODED and then RESURRECTED but left to become JESUS while the other was transported to another DIMENSION and had to endure narrative PARALLELS before vowing to KILL his friend because he came back WRONG and what if we ended up ASTRAL PROJECTING and finally ACCEPTING OURSELVES all while saving the world as PARTNERS??? WHAT THEN??

why am i out here trying to soft-launch my new hyperfixation to my followers like a girl with a boyfriend she knows her friends won’t like??? y’all came to ME, and i will spam my feed with every fan art or theory that i come across the way god intended

I am just a dog with a thorn in its paw and time is the little girl that finally draws me out of the bushes

yeah sometimes things get really painful but have you considered that sometimes you're the hissing, starving cat in an alleyway and the world is the soothing shushing that coaxes you into the warmth because sometimes, you can't always see how the scary thing might be the thing that heals you

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im seeing a lot of "queer people dont kill yourselves" posts and yes, i agree but also poc folks dont kill yourselves. you're needed in this space just as much as the white folks are. we will get through this hand in hand together

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the woman ever actually

Mel ✨

cursed ball...