My Viktor Arcane Appreciation Post

The jurgen leitner hate is real

anti-survival horror where you're desperately trying to die but everyone is keeping you alive

You are strongly advised not to feed the ducks in this pond.

no wonder everyone in the seventies was off the shits. can you imagine living in a time when abba was releasing music? imagine turning on the radio and hearing ABBA’S NEW SONG. i wouldn’t know what to do with myself

Destiel fanfic rec list

Fanfic recommendation for the ship Dean x Castiel (Destiel) from the Supernatual series!

last updated: 16/12/2024

disclaimer:

the destiel fanfics you will see VARY in genre and tags that might be triggering, weird and overall, not everyone's cup of tea! this is in terms of character death, omegaverse, mpreg, SMUT SMUT SMUT, fluff, marriage, cheating, blood, odd kinks and alternative universes! SO DONT BE MEAN! READ WHAT YA LIKE!!! thank you!

P.S give me some time lol i just joined the fandom and still reading fanfics myself LOL so the collection will grow over time!

freddie AO3 Destiel rec list!

In Another Life...

Warsh_Tippy and Zelda - Whatever, Dad/Unknown/A Nest of Quiet: A Notebook-Anna Kamienska/The 1 - Taylor Swift/ghost, zero, suitcase, and the moon - richard siken/Last Kiss - Taylor Swift/Unknown/rebecca malakai/Warsh_Tippy and Zelda - Whatever, Dad/everything everywhere all at once /Scott Street- Phoebe Bridgers/the 1 - Taylor Swift/c. t. salazar/unknown/unknown/ The Goldfinch-Donna Tartt/Warsh_Tippy and Zelda - Whatever, Dad

she's singing in another room and my dog is asleep at my feet. my grandma asked me why i haven't found a man yet and i laughed. oh, you know. i like my house clean.

my girlfriend is also my man is also "my partner" if i'm in a professional setting. yesterday we went to a ren faire and a man mimed at me - you're together? and at my delighted nod, his baffled, you're gay? made me laugh. a woman with rainbow hair said i love the two of you together. you're both so beautiful it's absurd.

my dad introduced my partner as my "..... friend. or whatever" the other day. he knows we're dating. in the same way, i was never able to get my sister's husband to stop saying that's gay like it's 2008. he still uses the word fa***t, and my sister's defense of him has always been well, he's just kidding.

my lover and i dance to old music in a tiny kitchen. we judge new music together and take food critique very seriously. we watch love is blind before we fall asleep and agree that if they had a queer season, it would be bloody but also make for excellent tv. of fucking course queer people would know someone for only 2 weeks and agree to get married. what are you saying.

at a bar with friends, a man puts his hand on my wrist. got a boyfriend? and yes, i do have a boyfriend, she's amazing. i am texting her while i wander around a gas station named after geese. i am visiting a swing state for a wedding. in the candy aisle i overhear: she's actually like a lesbian it's disgusting. two teenage girls with packaged sandwiches in their hands, giggling. no literally, like. i'm not, like. okay with her being there while we're all, like, naked and changing.

my girlfriend and i tailgate, drink gin and cider out of cups. from the frat group beside us, a man corrects himself with one of his friends: bro, i mean, nonbinary entity, and it makes everyone around him laugh, myself included. he razzes his friend the same way i would have killed for at 19 years old - like nothing happened, he continues: you apply sunscreen like an alien. he does a little sassy (and fairly accurate) dance interpretation of the motion. his friend is laughing so hard they're crying.

i am lucky, i live in a safe neighborhood in a safe state. my masc passenger princess comes up from DC. i drive her for an hour to where all the leaves are a violent arrangement of color. we walk along the trails, letting autumn into our blood. in this part of the state, there's a lot of pickup trucks and trump signs. when we chastely kiss before getting into the car, i accidentally make eye contact with a woman holding her child's wrist. she looks disgusted. she looks fucking pissed.

two hours later my girl and i are eating dinner on a patio, soaking in the last warmth of new england sun before the chill of winter sets in. we are giggling and trying to talk through plastic vampire teeth. at another table, i see a young woman sit up straighter. i watch her watch us. she blushes and takes her partner's hand from across the table. shy, like the taste of evening has just become something deeper.

it's worth it for this moment, i think. my lover is still humming the same song she's been singing for four days straight and i don't want to kill her for it. her guitar is beside my bed. her toothbrush is in my bathroom. in a few moments i will make us lunch. we are lucky enough to have found each other. it is lucky enough to be in love.

An absence so heavy it becomes a presence

many such cases

how romantic would it be to be lying slowly bleeding to death from several mysterious stab wounds in an abandoned gas station parking lot located along a stretch of a never ending midwestern gravel road surrounded by corn on both sides