today on the train home the guy next to me was on his phone and at one point i saw him go on tumblr and he just had like. a normie dash. like it was all photography. of nature and architecture. he was using tumblr the way a heterosexual landscaper for rich people might use instagram. i actually had to watch his screen for a few seconds to be sure it really was tumblr because i was so taken aback by the content he was viewing. this is why algorithmless websites are so beautiful btw because i genuinely didn’t know that this side of tumblr even existed. he didn’t even so much as scroll past any text posts.
Riot may struggle with designing balanced champions but they sure as fuck know how to design women that make the lesbians go wild
Miss Fortune? come plunder me for all i’m worth. it ain’t much but i’ll put in honest work ma’am. Sejuani? i’m begging you to show my coochie that winter’s wrath. Camille? taking scissoring to a new extreme but like your defenses i’m adaptive, baby. Shyvana? call me donkey because i’m fucking this dragon. Vi? i’ll be your punching bag. you can break my vault whenever you want. Renata? do you need a new accountant? a hole? ravage me until i need a bailout pls. Sevika? jesus fuck please wrap your claw around my neck and ragdoll me. Samira? pump me full of lead or strap, i’ll thank you either way. Illaoi? break my bones please. shatter my spine. my spirit can take the tentacles i swear
