mismagician

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“I’m fine with trans women but not in biological women’s spaces—“ separate but equal is not equal, pick up a history book.

Can’t you recognize how your ideologies and biases are reflected in people historically on the WRONG SIDE of the humans rights debate?

What’s love so much about Markgemma is that they’re just:

I know you and you know me, better than anyone else could, and at the same time I don’t know you. There are parts of you that are a mysterious, that I’ve forgotten or have tried to forget, or couldn’t possibly know— though not through any fault of

yours or even mine. But because it’s been such a long time, during which people and things beyond our control have made new parts of us in the absence of each other.

I love the parts of you I know; I can’t bear to look at those same parts. I can’t learn the new ones I haven’t gotten the chance to. I want the chance. I fear it.

Because what if some part of me doesn’t love some part of you… as much as this part of me does now?

sometimes I’m afraid people will just forget I exist if I don’t constantly remind them I do.

love doesn’t transcend severance…

…but the ability to love does.

so many people are dead and so many of them should’ve kissed and I’m more devastated over one of those facts than the other.

ho did you just doom my narrative?

“I hope you die—“ I hope you feel the pain of everyone who’s ever been afflicted with you. Every agonizing second that comes with the simple fact of knowing you. I hope you understand, down to your very core, their anguish.

And I hope it hurts.

this town ain’t big enough for two weird little guys; one of us has to get therapy

Hey, you? Yeah, you— you killed my father. So I’m gonna kill you. Prepare to die or whatever— sorry, what was that? Were we close? Fuck no. I hated that guy. In fact, I wanted to be the one that killed him. I’m only gonna kill you now because I have no where else to reap this seed of wretchedness he planted in my chest, so… Die.

…fine: I’ll give you to the count of three.

What if you died and came back wrong then I died and came back wrong and then we lived having come back wrong in a one-bedroom apartment with a dog

me when the non-human character wants to be human:

Absolutely insane… same.

#needthat

Life is not, in fact, a happy song rn.

What I’m trying to say is: I’m a crybaby, the tears flow freely and easily, you WILL catch me crying in the club

Not everything is gay, yes. But some creators will create the most heart-stopping life-changing on screen male friendship with two guys canonically described as two halves of the same whole and then they’ll say “nah they’re just bros.”

Like WDYM you traveled countless timelines to save the life of your best friend and push him towards a future where he meets you— SAVES YOU— because no one else can, no one else can even TRY— and THATS JUST GUYS BEING DUDES????

You entwined your fates together and we’re just supposed to pretend that’s the same level as a friendship bracelet?

…I’m bringing this back because I feel unwell— chat is this them or am I crazy???

I see your ‘Sun/moon ship dynamic,’ and raise you ‘binary stars dynamic’ as in— we orbit each other. We stay in place and keep moving for the other because they won’t stop pulling us in and we won’t stop chasing them. We will draw each other closer and closer until we merge together and explode into a single, beautiful nebula made of our combined star dust. And the nebula is beautiful because it’s us together, because we were always meant to rip ourselves apart to put ourselves back together as one. We are on a path of mutually assured destruction but we can’t turn back now. it’s already happened. It hasn’t happened yet… but it will.

We are in love, after all.

I KNEW HE BUILT IT OUT OF HIS HAMMER THATS SO COOL!!!

Now that the Jayce pfp war is sadly about to come to a close, I’d like to immortalize mine forever here:

Goodbye, The Great Jatsby, you will be missed.

As I was studying Jayce’s new design RELIGIOUSLY— I realized something…

He has a leg brace now. On his left leg… let’s take a closer look:

HE HAS A LEG BRACE ON THE OPPOSITE LEG VIKTOR HAS HIS.

… a leg brace Viktor no longer has— and no longer NEEDS.

Something, something one lost his humanity as the other regained it. That even apart they are connected, or whatever. Two sides of the same coin, their fates reflecting each other etc. etc.

…So Ekko’s gotta be coming in clutch in act 3… right?

…I don’t think the Jayce fans are gonna survive this

“Who are you performing for—” Me. It’s for me. and You. And Anyone who’ll sit down and watch. Performance is part of my personality.

If I had no morals and an IQ higher than 56 I’d make such a good super villain.

I see your ‘Sun/moon ship dynamic,’ and raise you ‘binary stars dynamic’ as in— we orbit each other. We stay in place and keep moving for the other because they won’t stop pulling us in and we won’t stop chasing them. We will draw each other closer and closer until we merge together and explode into a single, beautiful nebula made of our combined star dust. And the nebula is beautiful because it’s us together, because we were always meant to rip ourselves apart to put ourselves back together as one. We are on a path of mutually assured destruction but we can’t turn back now. it’s already happened. It hasn’t happened yet… but it will.

We are in love, after all.

Whenever ao3 is down I go to tumblr to watch the girlies freak out and run around like its a city-wide blackout till the sun comes up and we can go back to loving thy neighbor and using microwaves again.

No because the show isn’t even that good. It’s actually objectively bad. But at the core of it stands two men with such a complex and beautifully earnest bond it will keep the yaoi fans going for generations.

…Close enough, welcome back Pidge from Voltron

Do you ever think about when Rose got trapped in Pete’s World at the end of Doomsday, she might have waited for the rift to open again? That she would wait for Ten to come get her? And if someone tried to pry her away from the wall she wouldn’t let go. She would kick and scream and cry and eventually just sit in silence. For hours. That there must’ve been a moment, one single moment after hours of her waiting and hoping against all odds, that she knew he wasn’t coming to get her.

…And that the moment would’ve happened after five and a half hours.

I can’t explain it but— this man? This man became 50x hotter when his life fell apart.

(he got shot in the head)