Lmao He Would

Fuck it, this is a Tara Markov safe space.

I love her sm

the true queen of westeros

I feel like something that gets little left behind when people discuss Caitlyn gassing Zaun is that, while yes, gas doesn't discriminate between innocent and criminal, child and adult, and that some Zaunites are forced into a life of crime to make ends meet so it's not entirely their fault-- Um, are we forgetting who makes the laws? It's important to me that we acknowledge that Piltover decides who is a criminal, decides what is undue retaliation (the Day of Ash, Jinx blowing the gas back into Piltover), and decides the punishment, which is often more severe than the "crime" or the retaliation. I just have a problem with the rhetoric that "some criminals are people!🥺" bc ALL "criminals" are people. The justice system in Arcane is just as flawed as it is in real life, can we think for just a moment that "criminal" doesn't mean "bad person" it just means they're in violation of state laws, which are often unjust and discriminatory. Like the state's definition of what makes someone a criminal is specifically designed to lock away and enslave minorities. (This is why fictional societies that are extremely egalitarian about race often fall flat, because it's not written from a place of respect, its from a place of discomfort.) Okay thank you.

i do not want to hear SHIT about how "jinx is a better big sibling than vi and vi sucked." jinx is going to be a good older sister because she had a good older sister end of discussion

reader: do I know romance or what?

jane *yet again being a lil shit* what.

reader *confused*: I said, do i-

jane: I heard you.

To the people who mistagged fanfics with a gay pairing and blind side me with the actual straight pairing bullshit half way through 50k words....

leave an author's note or something i mean cmon..

And another thing! Meyers is so weirdly hateful towards Jane, a 12/13 year old that was ignored, mistreated, and almost burned to death…and a lot of fans follow in her footsteps. I HATE seeing Jane as the bad guy.

Abusing Reader for being Alec’s mate?

Never. Hurting a mate is like hurting Alec and she would never do that. I always felt that any lashing out was solely out of fear of being hurt, just attempts to protect herselfI just can’t see her acting like that towards Alec’s mate. Yeah, I think she would need time to accept a new person in her life but she’s a vampire…girl’s got plenty of time.

Give me a Jane that loves her brother.

After all, he’s the one person who has been with through everything. Always. Through the cruelty of the other villagers, the coldness at home, the pain and horror of being turned. Through the anger and the sadness and the fear, Alec has always been there. 

Jane’s felt a lot of things but she’s never been truly lonely.

Give me a Jane that misses her mother. She didn’t understand her children, maybe she even feared them in some way, but she loved them. Yes, she loved them. She loved Alec’s smile and curls, she loved Jane’s soft voice. Their mother told them stories when it stormed and made them little toys out of scraps and held them tight. She loved her children but could not save them. 

They miss her, in different ways.

Give me a Jane that loves music. 

She listens to it, plays it, everything. As a human, Jane would sing made-up lullabies beneath her breath as she and her brother fell asleep…and she still sings to him, even if they no longer sleep, and plays piano for him.

Give me a Jane that RAGES and rightfully so.

After all, does she not have her reasons? This poor child (just a child, just a little girl) was mistreated for something she could neither control nor understand. Was it her fault she was different? Was it their fault that they had magic in their blood and bones?

No, no, the twins hadn’t chosen it.

But the adults, the villagers, they KNEW what they were doing. They had a choice and they made it: 

They choose to burn two children to death.

And for that, Jane has been left with pain and anger and hurt and rage, forever and ever.

Give me a Jane that dances.

Running through the gardens, spinning wildly, roses tangled in her hair. There’s an empty little room in the castle, with shining, smooth floors and faded tapestries on the walls. She dances there, music faintly playing as she forgets everything else. 

Give me a Jane that laughs.

No one can make her laugh like Alec, no one is allowed to tease her like her can. No matter what kind of mood she is in, Alec can pull a laugh from her lips. like a song of little bells. He teases her about that too, calling her laugh “fairy bells” and laughing along with her (his laugh, she thinks, is wild and soft, the sound of wind chimes).

Give me a Jane that wants more. 

She loves Alec but there are things she wants, other things. The chance to choose her own path. A friend her own age. She wishes she was older, if only by a few years, and she wonders what she would have looked like as a woman. he avoids mirrors now, because the image haunts her, and feels lonely for someone she never knew, for a life that was never lived. 

For herself. 

Give me a Jane that is genuinely happy should her brother find love, though a little angry and scared.

She doesn’t want to share…but she doesn’t want to be selfish either. An older (movie) Alec might find romance but a younger (books) Alec would find a platonic mate, a friend.

And he’s happy, so happy. 

So because she loves him more then anything, she slowly comes to accept this stranger, even if it takes her a long time. She won’t be very welcoming, not at first, but she won’t be cruel either just…awkward. 

Give me a Jane that finds her own happy.

Because you know what, she deserves it!

Arcane fans: Silco and the other Chembarons are horrible!! They use child labour!!

The same arcane fans: Caitlyn's use of the Grey was okay because it only hurt the Chembarons and their people 😊

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Since I have made this discovery I will also make it everyone's problem.

I don't know if anyone else has done this but like- wtf it's right THERE-

(Maybe that's why I'm so attached to them both but shhh)