I Agree But Not For Reasons, I Just Feeeeeeel It.

what if act2 but nobody gets better, they get worse instead🌚

me every time I post something

Can someone explain to me what the difference is between my inbox and messages? Why would they be separate things? Shouldn't my messages be arriving in my inbox? Is this one of my grandpa moments?

yes it's hot but am i the only one bothered by the mirror image-i-ness of it?

💙CaitVi❤️

Any time the discourse seems simple and binary, it is certainly wrong.

Part of the frustration we have with the whole “Caitlyn is a dictator!” argument is because it ignores Ambessa.

Martial Law was already declared by Ambessa and the Piltover Elite BEFORE Caitlyn was nominated to be general. Do you guys remember how Mel was tracking what Ambessa was doing behind the scene with rallying together Piltover elite to unify before Jinx’s terrorist attack? Caitlyn didn’t declare martial law, Caitlyn was put in charge of martial law.

Caitlyn was shoved into that role when she was the most vulnerable and most easily manipulated. And she spends the greater half of the rest of the season PUSHING BACK against Ambessa’s rhetoric. Every fucking scene we get with her is her challenging and standing up to Ambessa. The ONLY time we see her falter is when Jinx is involved in the prison break because Jinx is the only thing she’s actually after.

Caitlyn has no use for Stillwater’s deepest dungeons. Caitlyn despises Singe for unleashing Shimmer on Zaun’s people. Caitlyn refuses to arrest people without probable cause. Caitlyn suspects Ambessa is up to something and actively investigated and betrays her when she figures out what it is.

What Caitlyn did is bad. But she’s not HITLER. She’s not even an Elon Musk. And your willful blaming of her when Ambessa is RIGHT THERE PULLING THE STRINGS shows me that 1) you don’t understand the story being told, 2) care more about performative moralizing than genuine critique, and 3) are very likely homophobic.

People may find this framing rude but it is 100% correct.

Once you start thinking about humans as a species in a biome, it affects your entire way of looking at normal things.

The other day I referred to female morning joggers as an 'indicator species' in that if you see women jogging in the dark it means that the environment provides migration pathways (sidewalks, clear signs) and doesn't have any known predators of female morning joggers (guy with knife, bear, BigTruck, male morning joggers).

Though, I think that people consider framing humans as animals reacting to their environment as rude.

I feel so strongly about this. It is a spiritual practice walk outside every day in the growing season and appreciate the chaos of my garden. Last summer I had a yellow primrose volunteer itself, the summer before that, a wild orchid. Every spring is a joyful surprise. What will grow this year? The lawn is sprinkled with tiny white flowers and clumps of buttercups that I mow around. Once upon I had plans, designs, now I toss flower and vegetable seeds alike, and anticipate the results.

I can't imagine being offended by the dandelion out of place.

i do think we need to start treating spraying harmless "weeds" in your lawn as utterly absurd princess and the pea level of obsession with needing the world to revolve around your every whim, like.

Okay a flower grew out of the ground outside and you can't cope with it. Do you need to sleep on thirty feather beds as well

I live for the comments. There's no other notification that fills me with more joy.

I need you to understand that when I say "comments are appreciated!" I mean that I will reply to every one of them. I mean that an email with an ao3 notification has a higher priority than a message from my mother. I mean that I will have entire discussions in the comment section if you're up for it. Message me on tumblr and I will have the same discussions on an even more unhinged level. I will dissect entire personalities and ships and fictional political structures and worldbuilding with you. I will become your new best friend. You already ARE my new best friend. At the last battle, I would raise Anduril and say "For my ao3 readers" while a single tears rolls down my cheek, and dive into the fray. I would upload from beyond the grave if someone asked about the next chapter

Unless you're the parent of a small child, in which weekends are like a warzone and actually you never get your errands done and the only thing you enjoy is scrolling on your phone on the toilet with the door locked while a six year screams from the other side of the door, "Baba! It's time for kitty school!!"

Chapters 1-10 - Too obsessed to stop. Can't eat, can't sleep, must write.

The final Chapter - what is writing? who am I? look, chocolate.