No one's defending anyone 🙄 it's just got always defending debbie in the wrong ways

wait what

In the end, they were both still different. She was not the ruler Nilfgaard had hoped for, if the rumors at court were true. And Vernon was Vernon, no matter whose right hand he was. They both met no one's expectations and ended up exceeding their own. In their diversity, they were the same. In their stubbornness, too. Finally, it was Geralt, of all people, who was after all a connecting link between them, who suggested they put aside their walking on egg shells at the card table and ride out together. "A race," he suggested. "You'll never agree on anything. Ciri is still too unpracticed at commanding, and you, Vernon, know that thumping the table won't get you anywhere. Take it outside." suggestion was crazy, of course, because Ciri couldn't just ride out whenever she wanted, and certainly not with just anyone – and those were exactly the reasons they did. They drove their horses through a seemingly endless field of buttercups. The wind whistled through his clothes, his thighs ached from the force with which he spurred the animal, and Vernon felt more alive than he had in a long time. Ciri laughed, she laughed at him and with him, and her eyes were as green as a pond. And perhaps those green eyes were the legacy of something he had once loathed. Her powers were unnatural, yes. As unnatural as witchers and sorceresses and much more in this world, in which he had nevertheless decided to live on. And then, one morning, Vernon Roche woke up in silk sheets, and those green eyes were looking at him with that certain sparkle. He was lost. But a loser, he was no longer.

um yesss!!!

Fellas I just woke up, who spilled vanilla extract all over my dash?

I have followed u for way too long

is this a threat

Call me a hoe the way my friends be using me

💀💀💀

😨

yoooooo she's dead or something

whom???????

excuse me was that Cloud riding a Segway?

why r u reblogging from terfs

why r u being so vague

someone's eager...

full comic on patreon

what have they done to jks face 😭

??? where ???

“1, 2, 3, 4, the length some people would go.”

“5, 6, 7, 8, Maybe in another life we could’ve been friends.”

Just a couple of masked gentlemen.

going seventeen out of context :)

going rangers #2

shows you these 2 sprites from the byoc doom 2 mod out of context

Detail crop of a WIP where I’m painting details no one will be able to see in the final piece because my brain does not want to paint clothing today apparently. But it’s fine painting stitching and filigree and even enjoying the detailing.

Trip him and make him fall into the underground

*Down to the bone is distantly playing*

The Underground, Undertale