Flirting with the hot new guy under the bi lighting and Troye Sivan playing on the background ? Malakai Mitchell, the bicon you are

“Is it okay if I draw fanart of your fanfic?👉🏼👈🏼”

My brother in Christ we shall have a spring wedding

a lot of the “haha geralt is so annoyed by his friends!!” talk reduces the relationship of geralt & co. to the events of baptism of fire—baptism of fire geralt is very enjoyable to read, but lady of the lake geralt is the final evolution of a beautiful development of character. we really ought to talk more often about how his relationship with his company developed over the next two books and how by the end of it, he felt entirely responsible for their fates.

it can’t really be said that the hanza didn’t mean a lot to geralt and he would have chosen ciri & yen over them no problem. by the end of it he really valued their friendship and company. he literally identified himself as their leader, embraced his role as their leader. only with their company, he was finally able to fully ascended to what he is at heart and who he was meant to be, what his character was created to be: a hero.

he never liked to play sacrificial games. the entire reason he shunned (the majority of) the company (sorry cahir, he took extra issue with you) was that it was too dangerous of an undertaking, and he did not want to risk the lives of anyone else for his personal matters, sticking their necks out for him. it wasn’t just because he’s an old grump and sourpuss—he literally tells this to dandelion and milva multiple times, that he doesn’t want them dying because of him.

he decided against anything that would have put milva in danger when she was pregnant, refusing to risk her life or her unborn child’s life—remaining adamant that he would not sacrifice her child’s life for his own. and similarly when codringher presented him the hypothetical of pawning a decoy girl off on emhyr, he was disgusted at the thought of trampling the life of some innocent girl for the safety of his own.

virtuous to a fault, geralt abhors stepping on another to lift himself up. he won’t even kill innocent creatures to make a quick buck—they have to be real dangers—which, of course, makes him not only poorer and hungrier, but fighting, you guessed it, more dangers. this makes geralt unlike many of the other characters we’re presented with, who, even though they may not want to, agree to make sacrifices for their personal interests or the greater good (though, what’s the difference—the lodge and emhyr called their personal interests the greater good. that’s a big point of how the decisions of those in power is deconstructed in the saga).

i don’t think geralt would have sacrificed his company, given a choice.

but he did choose, of course, despite not being given a choice. it was a necessary sacrifice, though geralt, being the man he is, would never have made such a choice given the option (like the trolley problem—he’s impossible, he would continue to insist that neither of these choices are good and he doesn’t want to choose). i don’t want to kill either shrike or stregobor, i don’t want to take a side in the war, i don’t want to ride to cintra and claim my destiny. the whole saga is about how no matter if you decide to choose or not to choose, destiny still makes you choose. even if you think you can deny and avoid the choice. and after such denial, it stops asking you nicely. death dogs his footsteps, but death couldn’t catch up with him (for a while, at least), so it had to settle for others… the hanza are another, perhaps a final, manifestation of this lesson—calanthe and cintra being the first victims.

he and cahir dragged milva’s dead and bleeding body to safety, risking their own lives in the hail of arrows which rose again once she had fallen. his noble and virtuous heart still looked for cahir and angoulême in the corridor after the fighting had ceased, waiting for them to come out of the empty hall, before ciri shook her head to tell him no one would be coming down it. his scream rung in the air with regis’ as regis was being torn apart. and he, in pain and exhausted, remembered him, to yennefer when she asked, as a friend, and managed to utter some beautifully kind words in his memory.

i don’t think someone like geralt (feeling responsible for deaths of innocents whether they’re even his fault or not) would ever truly get over the loss of his company. after having, with ciri, buried them, by the foot of stygga castle, having to drag the bodies out one by one, close their glassy eyes, mound the wet and cold earth over them. and regretfully glance back at the melted stone column he cannot bury. he was woefully dreary after stygga, and kept returning to their memory as they retraced their steps into the sansretour valley. reminding himself about the sword of destiny with two edges… and again at rivia mourning them with the dwarven company.

we can at least sigh with relief that destiny allowed him to keep dandelion. it had to, because he is just, after all “like a burr on a dog’s tail”—destiny did not quite manage to slip its noose around his neck, for he did not touch destiny, but instead tagged alongside it. (plus, the cameraman never dies). if dandelion died, it would have broken geralt well and truly. it was the longest and deepest connection he ever had. the same goes for the reverse, of course 😬

i have been going through a weird and maybe depressing period and need to remind myself (and anyone who might read this post) that it's okay to feel negative, powerless, unloveable and worthless from time to time.

what is not okay is to keep on believing this and not seek help. because when it starts you know these thoughts aren't true. right now i know i am smart and kind. i know my family values me, my friends care about me and my girlfriend loves me. but i also do know that if i don't pull myself out of this awful, awful hole of dispair the rationality will leave and the feelings (the false, depressing feelings) will just take over and bring me down to a spiral.

so please, if you feel yourself falling ask for help, take your meds, do the things that have worked in the past and never give up on yourself. and if you feel like the hole has never been bigger and don't believe the rational truths (that you are very much worthy of life and love): run towards help. cause that has saved me and i'd bet it can save you too

we will believe all the easy truths of life once again, sooner than any of us can imagine

The first couple of captain america movies were good. I know. I know. I hate the mcu too but the first couple of captain america movies were good I'm Sorry. I have to speak my truth

Charles responding to all the Lando copycat allegations with that IG pic hes MESSY

this tweet says it all 😭

People love, love to bring up one-off moments of Yennefer at her worst. Yennefer who is mean, cold, haughty, angry, hurt, jealous, stand-offish.

It’s both funny and sad to me that people forget the rest. Yennefer, who ruins her expensive camlet dress without even realising it to save a woman having a miscarriage on the steps of Kaer Trolde. Yennefer, who gives the nervous young clerk Fabio Sachs the Younger such unexpected high praise that he blushes to the roots of his chestnut hair. Yennefer, who saves Giancardi’s family. Yennefer, who buys back Geralts swords without his knowledge - who has her own banker keep track of where he is looking for work, to make sure the region has a decent “Witcher fund”, even when they’re not together.

Yennefer, who on Skellige, earns the favour of Freyja, the patron goddess of motherhood; receives her grace, her diamond, her Brisingamen, because she is willing to endure more than the limits of human suffering for Ciri.

Yennefer has so many flaws: she’s a deeply broken, traumatised woman who’s prideful and knows how to play the ice queen. But if you don’t realise that Yennefer is also full of love for people around her, hidden kindness and compassion…you might want to read those stories again.

I LOVE THEM GAAAHHHH

a kiss is not supposed to actually heal wounds, kate bishop.. or does it!

animal urges

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"i can't believe this is our actual home!" jackie exclaimed, running around the place, trying to take in everything all at once

i can't believe i get to share it with you, shauna thought, putting down a box and wondering how in the world she got so lucky.

"jackie, do you think we'll be alright?"

"oh shauna, i think we'll be more than just alright..."

in which jackieshauna make up after their fight, confront their feeling for each other, escape the wilderness and go on a trip.

sorry but it's them!!! / template creds to @/finalspace on twitter

Actually, the scariest part of Alien (1979) is how no one tried to understand the Xenomorph and just branded her a monster from the start. We can't chose the circumstances of our birth and it's the choices we make that define who we are.

what if there was a repressed blond man in love with a dark-haired maniac

i have a disease that makes me see every female character as a lesbian and its called being smarter than everyone

my gf now knows my tumblr and all my deepest darkest secrets ((i used to write ggrb fanfic)) pray for me plz

i miss them so fucking much

keeping up with the unsinkable eight (1/?) / (insp.)