I Guess The Awkwardness Of A First Time Is True Even In A World With Magic And Talking Beasts Huh

woke up to a mcdonald’s bag with a hotcake box sitting beside me before i start my day 🌟 today’s already starting great, thanks brother!

off to fight the great war now, fellas (one pending project due tonight, one lesson to be reviewed for tomorrow’s exams, two pending projects for the student organization, three lessons to be reviewed for next week’s exams) please wish me luck

mari and jackie scissoring in the afterlife to spite shauna shipman idgaf anymore they’re ghost gfs haunting her and making sure she never has another good day 😁

compulsive heterosexuality is truly one of the worst things you could ever experience not only as a lesbian, but also as a feminine woman. i have been a christian for as long as i have been existing in this planet—raised with catholic knowledge, scriptures, grew up with religious family—therefore, i always thought that women are only meant to be with a man as they are meant to be with a woman. women are meant to submit, to be whoever i am today, while men are meant to protect; to which i do not mind because being feminine is amazing, being feminine is special! it makes me unique, it makes me powerful. i wouldn’t mind being clingy to you, i wouldn’t mind cleaning the dishes for you, i wouldn’t mind being left alone at home for you to come back home with our children, but i always find myself in tears whenever i try to envision myself with a man.

you know this by now but it’s been a year since i assembled the puzzle pieces of my identity and finally figured things out like yes, i am lesbian and i have never been so happier to finally call myself one! i am sending all of my love to all the bisexual people; it is a label that i was once comfortable identifying myself with until i have felt that i know i could be something more than that. most of the time, i am super confident in my skin. sometimes, i feel like throwing up.

the moment i find a man attractive, i get so confused that i start to despise myself ruthlessly. a part of me is terrified, deeply terrified.

will i ever be happy with the decisions i make in my life if i keep on swaying back and forth like what i’m doing today? do i really like girls? am i just playing with their feelings the whole time? are they an experiment all along? am i an experiment? am i actually a lesbian when i end up finding certain men pretty? what if my sacrifices for being bold boils down to the drain and at the end of the day, i’ll settle down with a man? will i actually burn just because i am being who i really am? will i be that kind of a lesbian who will be despised for having this compulsion? maybe i do really like men? will all of this boil back down to me being a christian? will my parents tell me that they told me so and i’ll find myself crying, telling myself that they were right all along? am i meant to suffer from the constant loop that repeats all of these questions again? the moment i find a man attractive and try to envision myself leaning my head against his shoulder, arms wrapped around his; i can never see the same sparkle in my eyes when i love a woman. what am i? who am i, truly? does it ever get better?

this is my biggest fear. you could bring me cockroaches; the insects i always despised since i was a kid, you could take me to the tallest building since i am terrified of heights, but to constantly doubt who i really am and realize that i still haven’t figured it out yet is what would kill me.

this loser lesbian who turns out to be actually really cool x this popular girl who turns out to be a loser lesbian trope is making me INSANE look at them !!!!! look at these losers !!!

clutching my chest as i scream internally or gnawing a metal bar, whatever sounds the best to describe my feelings . 🫂🫂🫂🫂🫂🫂🫂 they’re so cute ....

being a lesbian is so dumb. this girl once sent me a photo of a rat she found in a dumpster and i imagined kissing her in a botanical garden

In the midst of our green kiss celebrations, let’s not forget to thank the mastermind who set the stage for this watershed event!

as a girl who plays the guitar, one of my biggest dreams is to play a song in front of my butch who’s listening attentively to all the words i say. this song i chose is specifically telling you how much i love you, can you piece them together? they watch every chord i strum and they’ll tell me i’m amazing—little did they know that the way they look in this specific moment; the way their eyes flutter in between the verses, the way they smile to themselves when they hear something too sweet, the way their fists unclench and put their guard down, the way they have welcomed me in their life; trusted me not to hurt the heart they placed on my hand in order to love me the way they do today—they are amazing. i wish a song would be enough to describe how thankful i am to share this moment you, but no, it would never be enough. can i play another?

go for it Koharu!!

This is what Caitlyn normally looks like when she's aiming her gun

Now here's what she looks like aiming at Jinx in s2e3

She is incredibly distorted. She looks unhinged (because she is). Not only is her eye enlarged, it's also segmented into pieces, fractured. It's illustrating her mental state. And it's so notably different from fall the other times we've seen her take aim.

For all the characters in Arcane, their weapons are part of their personalities. Caitlyn being a sniper is an illustrtion of her clear-sightedness. She notices details, she's deductive, she can use reason to figure things out.

In this shot, that's all gone. Her vision, normally so clear, is all fucked up. Not only is she in a bad state emotionally, she's also not processing things rationally.

I think it's a really cool shot that makes great use not only of the props in the scene, but also of visual language that the show has built up with Caitlyn.

obsessed with the tone shift here