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#love Victor season 2
coffeebookslovegt · 3 months
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-Perdón por no ser valiente como tú. Te prometo que lo intento. Solo... solo no renuncies a mi.
-No creo que pueda renunciar a ti... aunque quisiera.
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amyygdalaaa · 2 years
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guys shut the fuck up i will not be able to continue functioning properly knowing the "if basketball makes you happy, well... that makes me a basketball boyfriend" scene exists
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It’s this time of the year again
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skamlovesu · 2 years
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why doesn’t love, victor prompte the new season on their social medias as much as they did with season 2?
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villainboygirl · 4 months
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Not Mobius and Ravonna pointing out randomly and uselessly that they are single to their crushes they have just met:
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dannydanoninoo · 5 months
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So you mean to tell me that Disney writters decided it was very much okay to write
Heterosexual selfcest
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Whatever the fuck this dependency shit was between an older authority figure and a subordinate
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And now A FUCKING AI CARTTOON BEING IN LOVE WITH IT'S CREATOR
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But they drew the line at a gay ship? One that has an AMAZING chemistry and a build up of friendship and trust where they would both die for each other?
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LOKI WRITTERS WTF ARE YOU DOING DUDES?
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scarletjams · 5 months
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erm, maybe you should have read the warning victor 😑☝️
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zionysuss · 5 months
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More Loki memes because this episode was a RIDE (P.S. No hate to sylvie she just been pressing my buttons for a few episodes)
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lokiusly · 4 months
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y’all ever think that HWR just looked at timeline Mobius and was like “yeah, Loki would fall for him” and then he wrote the fic and it happened?
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musclesandhammering · 5 months
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I just really hope Victor Timely asks OB for an autograph too next episode, like that would make his day
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delyth88 · 5 months
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In every time loop Loki has to go to Chicago and convince Victor to come back to the TVA again to unlock the blast doors.
In every loop Loki tries to manipulate events - to get Victor there sooner, develop a better solution, keep Renslayer and Miss Minutes from interfering. He tries, and tries, and tries, but each time the radiation is still too strong and Victor spaghettifies, the Loom explodes and the loop starts again.
Each time Loki has to go to Victor and convince him to come back to the TVA knowing the risks, and each repeat it gets harder and harder to ask Victor. And sometimes when he does, Victor gets suspicious because it looks like Loki is hiding something.
Eventually Loki has to tell Victor about the time loop, the fact that they haven't been successful yet, and what that means for Victor.
Victor helps work through what went wrong in the past loops and tries to come up with an alternative that will work this time, but the only solution they can develop involves Victor still being out in the radiation for too long. He's pretty sure he'll be able to set off the throughput multiplier but it will take too long for him to get back to the airlock.
Despite this, he makes the choice to go out there and try to save the TVA and the multiverse. "Time to be brave", he says and he runs down the gantry. Inserts the multiplier, spins the unit around, hits the green button, turns and runs back towards the airlock. The radiation buffets him in his suit and as he gets closer to the door Loki can see that the suit is decaying and some patches seem to have nearly eroded away completely.
Victor slows as he gets to the airlock and limps through the door, which OB quickly closes. Loki rushes down to help Victor get the suit off, but Victor is sitting on the floor, leaning against the wall working at the catches on the helmet. Loki pauses, and then walks over to Victor and gently helps remove the helmet, placing on the floor beside them. Victor starts removing his gloves and it's clear that he won't last long. His skin is old and crinkled and seems to still be ageing, and his hair is white. He breathes with great effort and his hands are red and raw where the material on the gloves has worn through. Loki doesn't want to think about what else the suit is hiding.
They hear an excited whoop from upstairs, and Victor sighs, leaning his head back against the wall.
"It is a pity I did not get the opportunity to see more of this miraculous place", he says. "But perhaps that is fitting. For I am not him."
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thedummysdummy · 1 year
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S2 Ch 44: The Other Side
Obviously this is VERY spoilery. But I couldn't help but consider Victor's side, so here we are.
Of course the first words out of her mouth were an exclamation of jubilation. But more importantly, the first word out of her mouth was my name. The whirlwind of emotion which had taken hold of my heart during the last few minutes had not yet ceased; in fact, it simply glowed with the fires of relief and pride. 
“Hmm, I heard everything.” 
The first order of business was to get the girl out of the pool and back into my arms where she belonged. I paused at the water’s edge, a memory I’d only recently regained turning slowly behind my eyes like a glittering crystal. The girl had jumped into a pool such as this before, hadn’t she? Images of a crimson dress hugging her wet form and diamond earrings catching the glow of the pool lights superimposed themselves over her now and I felt a sharp pain in my chest. The memories felt both foreign and familiar, her arms around my neck, her lips on mine for the very first time…
I blinked and lowered my arm, realizing I’d presented the completely incorrect angle in my memorial stupor. Thoughts lingered on the surface of my parted lips, but somehow I didn’t have the strength to pry them from where they clung. 
I’m so proud of the woman you’ve become.
I love you.
I…have to go away soon. I don’t know when I will return. 
No, no, absolutely not. Promises not made were promises that could not be broken, and saying goodbye was a promise of a new hello. And the word ‘goodbye’ tasted like a stream of acid burning its way from my trembling lips down my dry throat and directly into my quivering heart. 
She stared at me, the confusion evident in the deep pools of her irises. It seems she had something to say as well, but I did not know if I could handle hearing her voice. The handkerchief she’d so tenderly placed on my breast sprung to mind and I pulled it from my pocket, wanting to remove the droplets of water from her face as quickly as possible. The way they ran down her cheeks too closely resembled tears and I knew I couldn’t handle her tears in this moment. 
Yet I found myself removing those precious droplets with the utmost care, memorizing the curves of her face beneath my fingertips. The way her nose ended softly, the high arch of her brows. Her jaw, so often these days set with determination to match the burning fire in her intense eyes. 
It seemed she sensed my hesitation as I saw a flicker of sadness in her posture. She’d gotten nearly as good at reading me as I had her, it seemed, but as usual the girl simply lifted her chin and flashed me a big smile. 
“See? This gift is very handy, isn’t it?” 
All I could do was sigh helplessly as the most tender word in my vocabulary slipped out. “Dummy.” 
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Dealing with the press was certainly something familiar and almost mundane. Their questions, though irritating, were nothing I couldn’t handle. Mr. Meng did his utmost best to throw me off while appearing friendly, but such things were also well within my ability to handle. 
What did echo in my chest, however, was a sense of urgency. I’d broken the rules and I knew my time was short. I could feel the grains of sand in my hourglass trickling away as the minutes passed. These were minutes wasted on them; minutes I should be spending with her. 
She needed to be dry. She needed to be warm. She needed to spend as many of those minutes in my arms as possible. By the time we parted with the press and made it back to my car, exhaustion had begun to settle into the crevices where the adrenaline had been. I turned up the heat and began to drive, my thoughts a tangled ball of thread in my mind. The entire thing was coated with a bitterness which lingered on my hand after shaking Mr. Chang’s. 
It took great effort to find the end of the thread and even more to begin following it, untangling and attempting to organize the stream which seemed only to re-knot itself behind my concentration. It wasn’t until only the sound of the engine broke the silence that I realized the girl had been speaking, but I hadn’t heard a word of it. “What were you just saying?” 
Like a child she pulled at my sleeve with a frown pulling at her sweet face. “I was talking about that Meng Chang!”
Of course she was, what else would I expect? It took some time to find a complete thought with which to answer her; urgency colored any attempt at a casual response. All I could think about was what I saw when I shook that man’s hand. In the end, what came out was simply a warning. “Meng Cheng appears to be amiable on the surface, but is actually very shrewd. There will likely be further troubles down the road when dealing with him in the future.” 
She had to know. She had to be prepared, because I knew I could not be at her side. But again I could not bring myself to give her any sort of warning as to that. “You should be more careful around him from now on.” 
No surprise filled my heart when she immediately turned my warning back on me. For the time being she was correct, but would she even remember those three letters when the time came? Would ‘LFG’ mean anything in my absence? “Mm. Moving forward, I…” But the words stuck in my throat. There was no more I. There was only her and the strength she had gained which I had been unable to see past my own emotions. 
She was as prepared as I could have made her, but that didn’t stop the sourness which was growing in the deepest parts of my soul. 
I was grateful, then, when she attempted to lightheartedly change the subject. She obviously sensed my hesitation, but I was grateful she chose not to push. Or so I thought…”So what was going through your mind when you saw me falling into the pool? After all, a certain someone seemed to be hemming and hawing when he came running…Victor, do you have something you wanted to say to me, but feel a little embarrassed to say out loud?” 
So she had noticed. The same thoughts began again swirling in my mind and I somehow wondered if she had gained some power of telepathy. However, her continuation somewhat rested my soul. I can’t help but chuckle at her surety. “I do have something to say to you. But for something so important, does a certain someone really want to hear it in the car?” 
Her light protest and my resulting quip almost allowed me to forget what I actually needed to tell her. The familiar flow of our conversation sat heavily on my chest while simultaneously lifting my heart. I wanted the rest of our time to be perfect. If I could have only one more night before my life faded to midnight, I could only wish for it to be the most beautiful night possible. 
“Also, have you forgotten something?” 
She looked at me with confusion and amusement creeped into my voice. “The two lantern festival tickets that were placed inside the proposal, were they simply for me to take a look at?” I watched with amusement as she rediscovered them and her cheeks flushed with embarrassment. “I even thought that perhaps it was a special surprise you prepared…but now it appears a certain dummy herself has forgotten about it.” 
Disappointment seems to dim the color in her eyes as she notices the time. “At my side, you will always have enough time.” But myself? I’d simply have to make the time I had left be enough time. 
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Could she tell how desperately I held her hand as we weaved our way through the streets of the festival, a sky of lantern-stars surrounding us as if we strolled through the very heavens. Her arm goes taut as the girl stops and I pause one step later, looking back to see the light and shadows dancing across her face. She seems deep in thought as another memory springs unbidden to my mind. 
“Are you planning to write ‘may all wishes come true’ again?” 
The words slip out with very little thought; my mind was still wrapped up in reliving this memory I was experiencing for the first time…again. It made very little sense, yet I was more grateful now for the ‘extra time’ than I could ever have predicted. It felt, somehow, like a small gift offered as condolence for what was to come. 
She seems surprised and I simply point at her face with a chuckle. I long ago learned to read you, my dearest dummy, I wanted to say, but simply gave her the most subtle of smiles and pinched her finger. In this moment I would have found a way to give her the moon if she asked. An ice cream seemed the most mundane of wishes, but something within me sighed with relief. It was a promise I could surely keep. “Sure, what flavor do you want?” Her mumbling and stumbling at my acceptance caused me to laugh a much-needed laugh. “There isn’t any here, but let’s go check out the place up ahead. The path ahead of us is still very long.” 
I took her hand again, hoping that I had been correct. There was no doubt in my mind that we could find the ice cream she’d so brashly requested, and the physical distance ahead of us did, indeed, hold plenty of opportunity. However, I felt the path of our time together crumbling at our feet. We weave our way casually through the crowd, the beating of my heart outpacing the stride of my feet. 
I know I should tell her. But where do I begin? 
In the end, I didn’t have to broach it at all. My hand swayed and I turned my head slightly to meet her dazzling eyes. “Mr. ‘deliberately being mysterious’ CEO Victor, can you tell me now? What was it that you wanted to tell me earlier?” 
All I could do was brush the question aside with a quip and carry on as if the words weren’t chewing on my throat and tongue. I was favored at that moment as my eyes fell on a certain sign. We paused on a small bridge where I stepped a little closer and stared deeply into her eyes. In those eyes I could see every moment of multiple lifetimes and I reveled in them, feeling their warmth soaking into the cold places in my heart for a moment. If given enough time they may have thawed it completely, but I didn’t think I could handle what came next with a heart of flesh. 
My eyes broke away from her face and I deflected by pointing at the sign I had spotted ahead. “It seems a certain someone’s wish is about to come true immediately.” The current of emotions were clear on her face. Surprise and joy mingled with frustration evident in her clenched hands. All I can do is chuckle and brush her cheek with the pad of my thumb. “I’ll never break the promises I’ve made to you. So, before that, let’s satisfy the wish of a certain dummy first.” 
She took the bait. I knew she would. But I didn’t expect her ‘condition.’ “Then you wait for me here!” 
Immediately my response was to deny and catch hold of her hand. This path of ours diverged any step now, and the thought of letting her go felt as if my own body was being torn in half. “Do you really need a sense of mystery to buy ice cream?” came from my lips, but what I meant was “Do you really need to leave me alone in these last moments of agony? Can’t you see how desperately I want you to stay by my side until the very last possible moment? Hold my hand. Look into my eyes. Tell me every detail of your life. Be your childish, impish, exasperating, perfect self. 
“Tell me that you love me.” 
But my earlier realization returned to my mind. Who was the real dummy? She could stand on her own two feet, now. And sooner or later, I was going to have to let her go. And so I began to laugh, both at her ‘deal’ and at myself. “Childish…Then remember to walk a little faster. The lantern show is about to start.” 
My eyes lingered on her familiar form as it disappeared into the crowd. My heart burned each time she turned back to check that I hadn’t moved, almost as if she knew that I would soon be leaving again. Each time I smiled and waved her on, shaking my head slightly in amusement. Such an endearing little dummy.
But as she walked away, I began to feel an increasing sense of concern. Surely it was just anxiety of breaking my promise to stay here until her return against my will causing my heart to beat faster and my palms to sweat. I pushed those damp palms into my pockets and leaned against the railing to await her return. 
The moment she emerged from the shop, my eyes returned to their magnetic north. There was a bounce and a sense of haste in her gait and I could feel her eyes on me, as well. Some portion of me wished to push through the gathered crowd and return to her side, but I forced myself to allow her to return to my side on her own. 
All around me, lanterns began rising into the air. They obscured my view with their gently glowing forms, through which I squinted to keep track of the girl. 
“Victor!”
I hear her voice and the smile on my face grows as I turn in her direction. I still couldn’t see her clearly, but I knew that only moments stood between us. My senses were enveloped by the flickering of candles and the shouts of excited festival goers, but the girl pauses with confusion in her eyes. A cold feeling of dread douses the fire in my stomach as I look into those pools. So, the time has come. 
Despite all my preparations for this exact moment, I feel a sourness filling my nose and throat, causing me to swallow hard to keep back the threatening mistiness in my eyes. I called her by name, hoping that I could at least leave her with a few parting words. “Remember to continue doing what you have to do.” 
But her response simply confirms my fears. “...Do you know me? Who are you?” She moved closer to me and I felt my hands straining to reach out and pull her into my arms. Her struggle is obvious as she stares at me, grasping her chest in pain. Every cell in my body screamed that I needed to comfort her. I needed to brush her hair away from her cheek and tell her that everything would be fine. “Vi…ctor.” 
She repeats my name again and again, seeming to find less and less meaning in it with each repetition. I attempt a smile and shake my head slightly. “That’s fine. I’ll leave now.” Against my nature I turn and take a step away from her, feeling as if the air around me had turned to gelatin which I struggled to step through. At that exact moment, the crowd grew particularly excited and I allowed myself to slip away into its depths, quickly sweeping me away from my northern star. 
Amidst the streaming beams of brightly-colored fireworks, I found the world around me fading away. And with it, I felt my memories trickling away into the grains of sand which began falling around me. 
I find myself standing in a vast desert with only the presence of a small boy next to me. “Are you ready to bear the price?” he asks and I find myself nodding through the tears which I could feel on my cheeks. I didn’t know why they were there, who this boy was, or what I must have done, but somehow I knew I’d been preparing for this. 
My feet scatter bits of broken glass as I step through them, following the little boy deeper into the desert.
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justaghostingon · 6 months
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Love Me to Death Season 1 Finale Reactions:
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Finally! They can REST
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bisexual-panic · 21 hours
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hello theree
what do u think about mobius and ravonna as a ship?? I've been seeing quite a few people (like @erenfox) posting about it and so i thought to ask you abt it
personally i like them a lot but seeing the fact that it was basically non existent I thought maybe I was delulu O_O
what are ur opinions on it??
heyyy thanks for the ask :)
i honestly thought they were together or something for awhile in s1 bc of the having drinks in renslayers office, the favourite analyst comment, etc. so i do kinda like as them a ship but i don’t really ship it
i do love a good workplace rivalry/colleagues/office partners ship tho and the power dynamic between them is gorgeous. and the fact that their ex partners and ravonna got promoted could make for some great tension between them in fics
I kinda wish marvel would’ve done a love triangle between mobius, ravonna and victor timely/kang/hwr (idk what to call him) instead of the weird thing with miss minutes. like mobius and kang (i’m just gonna call him that) are obviously very different people and would offer her different things in a relationship so it could come down to does ravonna choose kang bc it gives her power over mobius
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villainboygirl · 3 months
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I can't get over the fact that the absolutely priority should be Timely, because the TVA and the entire Multiverse basically depends on him... but still, Mobius totally ignores him (despite the fact that he may have broken his neck), because his priority is making sure Loki didn't get hurt, by lingering to help him get up and asking him if he's okay.
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xxstrangermusicatxx · 2 years
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These 2 are the reason why I will now always associate Swedish Fish with pain and bittersweetness.
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