For The Mel Wine Aunt Agenda

My cutie patootie

hi, a lot of you need a perspective reset

the average human lifespan globally is 70+ years

taking the threshold of adulthood as 18, you are likely to spend at least 52 years as a fully grown adult

at the age of 30 you have lived less than one quarter of your adult life (12/52 years)

'middle age' is typically considered to be between 45-65

it is extremely common to switch careers, start new relationships, emigrate, go to college for the first or second time, or make other life-changing decisions in middle age

it's wild that I even have to spell it out, but older adults (60+) still have social lives and hobbies and interests.

you can still date when you get old. you can still fuck. you can still learn new skills, be fashionable, be competitive. you can still gossip, you can still travel, you can still read. you can still transition. you can still come out.

young doesn't mean peaked. you're inexperienced in your 20s! you're still learning and practicing! you're developing social skills and muscle memory that will last decades!

there are a million things to do in the world, and they don't vanish overnight because an imaginary number gets too big

Melvika anyone....?

I need mel nation to write write write 😭😭 idc if your not the best writer, your fic doesn’t even have to be long just write no way in hell should Mel only have 100 fics while her counterparts have 5000 + fics this speaks volumes. She definitely deserves it!

She’s so cute here 🥺❤️

Happy Valentines !!!!

Saw this and immediately thought of melvika 😈

Illustrations for chapter 8 and 9 of "how to save a crane (and other tragedies)"

Chapter 8 features Mel Medarda giving Jinx a very necessary makeover disguise, and Jayce and Vi having to deal with what should be the weirdest day of their lives but tragically isn't.

Chapter 9 features Viktor and the Hexcore trying to compromise on their own new look because things are going just a tad better for Viktor here, but not so much better that he isn't going through yet another traumatic metamorphosis. So it goes.

a missed opportunity with the noxian presence in piltover, apart from the political or storytelling dimension, is the fact that they were there for three to six months and we… don’t really see how the ordinary noxians and piltovians interact? like with a military presence for that long, what was the general consensus? were there fights with the locals? disputes over resources? recruitment from schools? whirlwind romances across cultural differences tragically torn apart by the siege as you watch your former lover tear you apart with unholy metal flowing in their veins? noxian-piltover fusion cooking?

Doechii never beating the Mel Medarda allegations actually

Soft Melvika to cleanse one’s soul

( close up on Sevika’s sun charm on her carabiner, she needs her wife with her in spirit always )

i don’t think we talk about the loss of bodily autonomy that came with black rose’s expansion of mel’s sigils enough

mel’s experience of getting the tattoo was, sans the secret magic dad and free part, pretty reflective of my own—the excitement, the rebelliousness, the satisfaction of seeing your skin marked by something you chose that is beautiful

and then the black rose arrives, and while still beautiful, i can’t emphasize enough that this a huge shift—the lines run over her whole body, even her face. they’re permanent and they were not mel’s choice—that gold she thought of as her jewelry and armor is now an impossible to escape reminder of trauma and death

i don’t know, there’s such a potential for a unique brand of body horror here