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showcaseshirley17 · 1 year

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1x01

https://wednesdaynetflix.tumblr.com/post/702288667350335488/maryjanewatscns-wednesday-2022

https://wednesdaynetflix.tumblr.com/post/702301641607643136

https://wednesdaynetflix.tumblr.com/post/702314465213939712

https://wednesdaynetflix.tumblr.com/post/702547525689884672/sashafierce-gomez-his-nicknames-for-wednesday

https://wednesdaynetflix.tumblr.com/post/702573435680931840/mcbrideyou-really-suck-at-this-cheering-people

https://wednesdaynetflix.tumblr.com/post/702625147917664256/purpleplaid17-wednesday-1x01-wednesdays-child

https://wednesdaynetflix.tumblr.com/post/702715729936515073/glendoll-wednesday-2022-101-wednesdays

https://wednesdaynetflix.tumblr.com/post/702741684583301120/bob-belcher-wednesday-101

1x02

https://wednesdaynetflix.tumblr.com/post/702380766160617472/wednesday-and-enid-icons

https://wednesdaynetflix.tumblr.com/post/702443944457404416/beif0ngs-wednesday-enid

https://wednesdaynetflix.tumblr.com/post/702767454875746304/nowadayz-wednesday-2022-woe-is-the-loneliest

1x03

https://wednesdaynetflix.tumblr.com/post/702495680052248576/zen-coleman-wednesday-2022-episode-3-friend

https://wednesdaynetflix.tumblr.com/post/702858070628433920/chrrispine-wednesday-friend-or-woe-1x03

1x04

https://wednesdaynetflix.tumblr.com/post/702312804395401216/wenclair-you-dont-know-what-its-like-being

https://wednesdaynetflix.tumblr.com/post/702396451034120192

https://wednesdaynetflix.tumblr.com/post/702676853408874496/kingofscoops-enid-sinclair-in-104-woe-what-a

https://wednesdaynetflix.tumblr.com/post/702896937667526656/vsnom-joy-sunday-as-bianca-barclay-in-wednesday (multi)

https://wednesdaynetflix.tumblr.com/post/702909922916155392

1x05

https://wednesdaynetflix.tumblr.com/post/702321253714903040/tvandfilm-jenna-ortega-as-wednesday-addams

https://wednesdaynetflix.tumblr.com/post/702456947215089664/chriswevans-%CB%8F%CB%8B-wednesday-2022-episode-5-you

https://wednesdaynetflix.tumblr.com/post/702482722665398272/nowadayz-wednesday-2022-you-reap-what-you-woe (flashing)

https://wednesdaynetflix.tumblr.com/post/702521595176075264/emziess-could-we-do-without-the-overt-display-of

https://wednesdaynetflix.tumblr.com/post/702651065648250880/nowadayz-wednesday-2022-you-reap-what-you-woe

https://wednesdaynetflix.tumblr.com/post/702793368471732224/milfsource-catherine-zeta-jones-as-morticia

1x07

https://wednesdaynetflix.tumblr.com/post/702406416591437824 (multi ??)

https://wednesdaynetflix.tumblr.com/post/702430995289374720/ne8ulawednesday-addams-as-a (multi)

https://wednesdaynetflix.tumblr.com/post/702560475127365632/maygrant-wednesday-addams-enid-sinclair

https://wednesdaynetflix.tumblr.com/post/702702769250975744/sashafierce-friends-to-lovers-to-enemies-to

1x08

https://wednesdaynetflix.tumblr.com/post/702367194521190400

https://wednesdaynetflix.tumblr.com/post/702390182565052416/wenclair-i-dont-apologize-for-it-not-anymore (multi)

https://wednesdaynetflix.tumblr.com/post/702569751823646720/wenclair-maybe-enid-is-just-in-love-with (multi)

https://wednesdaynetflix.tumblr.com/post/702586276389552128 (multi)

https://wednesdaynetflix.tumblr.com/post/702664017620189184/yenvengerberg-ladies-meme-510-dynamics (multi)

https://wednesdaynetflix.tumblr.com/post/702674964505149440/natalia-dyer-you-wide-eyed-girls-you-get-it

https://wednesdaynetflix.tumblr.com/post/702723052068323328/wenclair-wednesday-the-evil-autistic-flag-x (multi)

https://wednesdaynetflix.tumblr.com/post/702728754517229568/yellenabelova-she-not-even-up-to-interpretation (multi)

https://wednesdaynetflix.tumblr.com/post/702819341161365504/swanthief-who-can-say-if-ive-been-changed-for (multi)

https://wednesdaynetflix.tumblr.com/post/702832260835115008/santinacedes-emma-myers-as-enid-sinclair (multi)

https://wednesdaynetflix.tumblr.com/post/702845236163002368/yenvengerberg-sunshine-and-storm-cloud (multi ??)

multi - to check

https://wednesdaynetflix.tumblr.com/post/702534546958270464/taliizorah-jenna-ortega-as-wednesday-addams

https://wednesdaynetflix.tumblr.com/post/702612173486194688/sashafierce-use-the-words-little-and-girl-to

https://wednesdaynetflix.tumblr.com/post/702754619717287936/emziess-3k-celebration-kingofscoops-asked

heart jumper: https://wednesdaynetflix.tumblr.com/post/702353346305179648/yellenabelova-you-want-to-be-alone-wednesday-be

annoying habits: https://wednesdaynetflix.tumblr.com/post/702469903042723842/yellenabelova-was-i-an-annoying-distraction-you

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komotionlessqueenmm · 2 years

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Headcanon/Preference # 6

(American Gods - show)

Gifs NOT mine.

If any gif is yours (or you know who's it is) please let me know, so I can give you/them credit.

Gif credits go to - (In order) @spicyinsanity - @vsnom - @subredditag - @americangodsdaily - @schreiberpablo (Unless told otherwise.)

Year posted - 2021

Note - Blue text is them speaking to you.

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•Mad Sweeny•

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As soon as the words "Bruise my esophagus." left your lips - "Oh Dote you've know idea." 😈

☘ Oh you adorable woman, do you have any idea what you're asking for?

☘ Sweeny is backed up against a wall, leaning against it completely, his knees bent a little and his back slouched.

☘ He'll loom over you, just grinning down at you as he pat your hair down.

☘ Don't let that gentleness fool you, his attitude will switch as quickly as a light switch.

☘ If you weren't already on your knees, he'll shove you to the ground roughly, his fingers digging into your skin harshly.

☘ He pulls your hair into a messy ponytail, actually tying it off with a hair tie, one he kept around his wrist for this sorta situation.

☘ Then he'll grab ahold of your jaw, applying enough pressure to force your mouth open, but not enough to really hurt you.

☘ "You know what to do." He smirks at you, waiting for you to unzip his fly.

☘ Tease him and he will hiss down at you in Gaelic, his eyes glaring in warning down at you.

☘ When the action starts, his hands are holding your head surprisingly tinderly, but his thrusts are anything but gentle.

☘ "Is this what you wanted?" He'd growl as you choked on him, tears rolling down your cheeks, and drool dripping from your chin.

☘ When you managed to moan in response he nearly lost it, the muscles in his thighs shaking a bit as he tried to hold back from cumming to soon.

☘ A cocky chuckle leaving him when your eyes practically rolled back in ecstasy.

☘ "Who knew you were so filthy." He laughed as you peered up at him with innocent eyes. "Just another thing to love about ya." He'd taunt before cursing under his breath.

☘ As he nears his end he picks up his pace, not even giving you the opportunity to breathe properly, and he's as far down your throat as he possibly can be.

☘ His pace is relentless at this point, his teeth clenched as he starts cumming down your throat.

☘ For a second you think you might be drowned by cum, but the heavenly sensation of it all pushes that initial worry aside.

☘ It's safe to say he's satisfied with his work, and you can't hardly speak for a few days.

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•Shadow Moon•

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As soon as the words "Bruise my esophagus." left your lips - "What did you just say?"😳

🌙 You totally caught him off guard with that demand.

🌙 He totally blushed when you repeated yourself, a smirk tugging at his lips regardless.

🌙 He's definitely game though just give him a moment to wrap his head around the boldness of your request.

🌙 He's sitting on the leather couch with his legs spread wide, giving you plenty of room to make yourself comfortable between his thighs.

🌙 Shadows honestly the most tinder about it.

🌙 Like don't get me wrong he's gonna do what you asked, but he's gonna make sure you're okay the entire time.

🌙 He will let you have a moment to breathe very frequently unlike everyone else!

🌙 He's holding your hair back with gentle hands, his eyes might be soft as he looks down at you, but his thrusts are very rough.

🌙 "You're doing so good baby." His encouragement is laced with so much adoration for you, sweat covering his forehead and neck.

🌙 Shadow is moaning your god damn name like a prayer the entire time.

🌙 He's never felt so honored or loved by anyone so much, I mean you're literally trusting him with your life here. Encouraging him to choke you on his cock until he's satisfied.

🌙 He'll give you ample warning when he's about to cum, asking you if you want him to cum in your mouth.

🌙 When you look up at him with those innocent doe like eyes he's done for. But he is quick to pull out enough so cum onto your tongue and not directly down your throat.

🌙 He's praising you so so much afterwards, kissing you everywhere he can reach before going down on you.

🌙 He's a gracious lover after all.

🌙 Even though you asked for it, when he realizes how stranded your voice is, he feels guilty as fuck.

🌙 Be sure to assure him that you're quite content with the outcome of the night, even if you have to write it down for him.

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•Mr. World•

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As soon as the words "Bruise my esophagus." left your lips - "With pleasure." 😏

🌎 You're going to know the true meaning of cock worship you slut.

🌎 Oh he's going to tease the ever living fuck out of you before even allowing you to unzip his pants.

🌎 He's calling you all sorts of degrading names as he makes you suck on his thumb.

🌎 "Such a nasty little whore you are." His eyes are practically sparkling with excitement, the darkness lurking just beneath.

🌎 "So desperate for cock you're willing to risk your own life for it." He'd then slap your face, and pry your mouth open.

🌎 "Fucking slut." He'd hiss before spitting in your mouth, watching with a grin on his face as you graciously swallowed it.

🌎 All the while he's lounging comfortably in his throne like chair, while your on your knees hovering over his lap.

🌎 World is undoubtedly the roughest with you, he's got tears rolling down your cheeks before he's even let you touch his cock.

🌎 He doesn't let you free his cock this time though, he does it himself with one hand, while the other holds your face in a vice like grip.

🌎 When you lay eyes on it you're not surprised to see him rock fucking hard, he's throbbing already, the head an angry shade of red and dripping pre-cum.

🌎 A laugh escapes him as an idea pops into his head, then without warning he's slapping your face with his heavy cock.

🌎 He does it so many times you end up with an outline of his dick on your cheek.

🌎 "Open up whore." He'll demand in a growl, the hand that's been holding your face now yanking your head back by your hair.

🌎 There is no option to try teasing him, Worlds in charge and he's going to absolutely fuck your throat up.

🌎 He's pace is fast, and his thrusts are brutal, your lungs aching for air and your throat on fire.

�� But he knows you're enjoying this, he can practically smell your arousal.

🌎 World will give to one chance to catch your breath, and it's right before he's about to cum, so he only gives you a few short seconds.

🌎 He's hissing under his breath, sweat on his now red forehead, veins protruding along his neck as he chokes you with his cum.

🌎 A laugh rumbling in his chest when some of his cum shoots out of your nose, your eyes practically rolled back into your skull.

🌎 World fucked your throat so hard that you had to see a doctor about it... You couldn't speak a word for weeks.

🌎 And to ensure you don't try speaking before you've properly recovered, World locks you away from everyone.

🌎 And if you attempt to speak to him when he comes to check on you, he's glaring you down with malice.

🌎 Assuring you it's because he wants you to be safe and not hurt your throat further.

🌎 Sometimes even taking things as far as to hand feed you himself as a reward for being good.

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•Technical Boy•

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As soon as the words "Bruise my esophagus." left your lips - "On your knees then Princess." 😎

📱 Oh this is gonna be a long, long night. Hope you're prepared babygirl.

📱He's standing over you, watching your every move with calculating eyes.

📱On the inside he's kinda nervous as fuck, he's never done anything quiet like this before, so he's worried he'll disappoint you.

📱He's gonna work you though for as long as he can manage.

📱He's acting so cocky as he roughly ties your hair into a bun with the hair tie you offered him.

📱If you wanna fuck with him a little act like it actually hurt when he did that.

📱He froze as soon as you winced in pain, his demeanor changing in an instant.

📱"Sorry babe, you okay?" He asked with worried eyes, subconsciously brushing his knuckles across your cheek.

📱When you assure him you're alright he tries bringing the act back up like he wasn't just fawning over your well being.

📱Take the lead for a little while, help him get into this, and boost his stupid ego.

📱He finally relaxes when his cock is down your throat, his cocky personality washing over him all of a sudden, his eyes dark with lust and power.

📱He can't help but bite the fuck out of his lip as he thrusts down into you, the little moans you make sending a shiver up his spine.

📱When he's nearly at his peak he pulls you away from his cock, refusing to cum yet.

📱So to distract his body and calm down the high, he pulled you up to your feet for a make out session against the nearest wall.

📱When he's finally calmed down enough to feel like he isn't about to bust, he'll shove you back down to your knees before shoving himself back into your mouth.

📱 A cocky smirk on his face the entire time.

📱Every so often he'll freeze in place, just to feel the sensation of your throat trying to swallow him, pulsing around his cock like your greedy cunt would.

📱When he's finally ready to cum, after what feels like hours of him fucking your throat, he'll pull out just far enough that the heads still in, ordering you to swirl your tongue the way he likes as he cums.

📱 "Fuck fuck fuck." He is hissing through his teeth, his body shuddering a little as he comes down from that glorious high.

📱Afterwards he's getting you a glass of water, insisting that you drink the entire cup before trying to speak.

📱When you do speak your voice is harsh, almost unrecognizable to him, which only boosts his ego more.

📱Queue Tech sitting there like 😎 "Oh yeah I did that." 😏

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•Low-Key Lyesmith•

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As soon as the words "Bruise my esophagus." left your lips - "Aren't you just full of surprises." 😜

☞ Someone's eager, but who's more eager is a good question.

☞ You're both stripping out of you clothes as quick as possible, stumbling a few times, resulting in laughter and giddy stolen kisses.

☞ Low-key "accidentally" falls over at one point, pulling you down with him, relishing in the feeling of you laying on him as he kisses you hungrily.

☞ He's very content with remaining on the floor, having you on all fours above him, thrusting up into your mouth with a playful laugh.

☞ For the most part he makes you do all the work, a playful and amused gleam in his eyes.

☞ Don't let that fool you though, he's just waiting for the perfect opportunity to ruin you.

☞ As if he's totally unbothered by you sucking him off, he takes his time braiding your hair back, his nimble fingers threading through your hair like silk.

☞ "You're so pretty." He'll muse when he finished with your hair, brushing his thumb across your cheekbone.

☞ Then his eyes darkened and he thrust up into your mouth without warning, catching you off guard and gaging you.

☞ Which of course makes him giggle

☞ "Sorry Sweetheart, but this is what you wanted." He grins down at you, taking a firm hold of your head.

☞ When you moan in response around him, he sighs in delight a smile stretched across his face as always.

☞ He's not thrusting to hard, or fast even. Instead he's pushing you down onto his length, forcing you to take as much as possible.

☞ He'll be somewhat generous with how often he'll let you breathe, his thumb replacing his cock as you're panting for air through your nose.

☞ "You're so pretty when your face is wrecked." He mused at the tear stains on your cheeks, drool making a mess of your mouth and chin.

☞ He's praising you for being able to take so much of him, and for so long the entire time.

☞ Low-key will warn you when he's close, a laugh escaping him when you moan in response.

☞ He intends to finish all over your face, he always loves the look of your face covered in his cum.

☞ You're not able to talk properly for several days, but Low-key doesn't mind in the slightest, he'll talk for ya.

☞ Aka he's talking your ear off even more than normal, telling you all sorts of wild stories of old.

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thewhumpyrabbit · 3 years

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Friend: “Wanna watch this movie?”

Me: “No.”

Friend: “There’s whump in it.”

Me:

Gif credit @vsnom

#prodigal son #malcolm bright #malcolm whitly #meme #whump

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fangirlings-things · 4 years

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“Can I talk to you?” he approached you in the garden and sat by your side on the grass, where you were alone. The sounds of the party still behind you as the night went on.

“I don’t know if I can face you right now, Jeff” you said with a sight, your arms resting over your knees as you kept your eyes in the street. From minute to minute, at least a car would pass by and then leave it had never been there at all. “I even went to buy drinks so that I did not have to talk to you so can you just give me some space?”

“Look, I just… I am sorry” when those words left his mouth, you finally turned to him with an angry expression on your features. He had said some pretty bad stuff while you two were fighting earlier and now, while he apologized, you found it hard to forget them. “I didn’t mean any of that, I was pissed”

“The fact that you didn’t mean them doesn’t change the fact that I heard them and they hurt me, Atkins” he averted his eyes from yours at that, ashamed of himself. “But” you continued and that made him frown. “I also said things I regret and I to, am sorry”

"It’s alright, love” he passed his arms around your body and brought you closer to him. “I love you”

“I love you too” you sighted happily against him. “But no more bullshit”

He chuckled and kissed your hair. “No more, I promise”

• ───━━━━─ ● ─━━━━─── •

Requested by anonymous

A/N: I hope you like it anon, this one was very sweet to write, Jeff deserved better!!!

gif credit: @vsnom

#imagine #x reader #fanfic #imagines #13rw imagine #13rw #13 reasons why imagine #13 reasons why #jeff atkins imagine #jeff atkins #jeff x reader

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jaskierskisses · 4 years

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I Know Each Corner From You (Part 1)

Geraskier Bath Scene Meta

Geraskier Meta. 1x04 meta. The Witcher (Netflix)

Hello my friends! I'm here again with another meta from this series of analysis about the show.

This time we are going to talk about episode 1x04 in two pieces, because is a large one...

Jaskier Knows Geralt Very Well

At the beginning of the episode 1x04, we have Jaskier asking a man about Geralt's last work. And is very interesting how he explains his excitement to the poor guy that's talking about his horrible experience...

Gif credit @vsnom

This is actually talking us about how much Jaskier knows Geralt. He already had written a lot of songs about his adventures, women knows about Geralt's scars thanks to Jaskier's songs. The Witcher is very popular thanks to him. He also knows even with the fateful end of the story, his friend is just fine.

Jaskier pays a lot of attention to each word coming from Geralt

Let's jump to the bath scene, I'm aware I came late into this fandom and there's a lot of bath scene good meta, I will just point some details I found in this delightful and very well maintained scene.

First of all, we have Jaskier throwing water over Geralt's head. Is like a kind of baptism or purification, if we think Geralt's lack of self love, or self image of a monster, as I said in my first meta. And Jaskier making this kind of .. purification, and immediately after that calling himself as the best friend the white will could have, is an attempt to reach Geralt's soul, and clean it: 'You deserve to be loved, you deserve to have friends, to have me.'

But Geralt reject that terminology, mostly he is rejecting to have friend, to have Jaskier as a friend, why? For the same reason he can't allow himself this kind of weakness. So Jaskier is not his friend.

But the bard knows him well, he knows why he is saying these things, playing the rock role.

And he dissemble his speech.

Gif credit @beautiful-paradise

So Jaskier strikes here, snapping at him the intimacy that requires such action. He is showing Geralt they're in that level of intimacy, friends or maybe more than that, Geralt's face is priceless, the gay panic.

Another intimate gesture that, coming from anyone else would ended with a punch in the face, maybe, is Jaskier taking off the beer from Geralt's hands... And not just that, but the pat in the shoulder, Geralt hora rigid and bows his head, clenching his fist, holding back his uncomfortable feelings. He is not use to this kind of approaches with such fresh and nonchalantly air. But Jaskier has that effect on him. Jaskier is showing him, again, the level of intimacy they share. Even is Geralt denies it. Is there. All over the bath scene.

Let the bard heal you Geralt!

After this, Geralt shows his discomfort, by rejecting Jaskier free way to love people, he mentions Jaskier's sausage, as a disrespectful way to show him he repels that kind of life... And Jaskier reaction is this...

Gif credit @amethysthollis

Jaskier is like... "Mmmh... Interesting... Is he jealous?"

Because why to mention something like that? Is not Geralt's problem is Jaskier runs into every person he finds attractive and falls in love easily. In fact... Is just Jaskier's problem...

And this reminds me that book scene in the Sword of Destiny in which they share a bed and Jaskier asks Geralt Why he was mad at him about courting ladies, then he let a "At last...?"

Like a suggestive and unanswered question... At last... You are jealous...

Is because Jaskier has another intentions with Geralt, not just being his friend, but maybe something else, that he is so attentive to each word coming out from the Witcher. Trying to read the hidden intentions. So... Every little hint of possible feeling towards him, the bard will evaluate carefully.

Because Geralt is so stingy with the details... (The words) Jaskier needs to read the subtext of the few he says.

From now on, Jaskier seducing attitude goes more blatant. His movements and dialogues will try to decipher if Geralt has maybe some jealousy, or of there's something more than friendship there.

He will say something that demonstrates he knows Geralt very well...

"You never get involve, except that you do that all the time..."

When Jaskier throws this, Geralt swings his head to see him, surprised by the accurate diagnosis. And that observation would explain why the white wolf doesn't want to call Jaskier his friend.

Then... And again trying to get some hint of jealousy... He starts talking about the persons he had courted and why he got in trouble because of that...

The whole scene Jaskier moves around like a graceful gazelle. At some point when he mentions why he needs Geralt's help, the bard is hanging clothes by the bathtub side, and he turns his body and head to watch the Witcher in such a suggestive and seductively way, showing us his seductive intentions, and paying attention to Geralt reaction to that, because the first time he was giving him the back, but now he can see the white wolf face, and check if he gets jealous or not. And what he sees, is absolutely priceless. Geralt is mad at him.

"Oh yes! That face!" The bard shouts kind of amused, playing around... That's the face he was expecting. Maybe he concluded that his seduction adventures with other people... Gets Geralt really mad... And that's a very delicious discover for the bard.

And yet, here we are

The climax of the intimate scene is reached when Jaskier, after testing waters with Geralt, tries to decipher what he really desire, what pleases the Witcher. So he starts with a empathic dialogue, talking about Geralt's different condition as a Witcher. His almost eternal existence and old age. He knows each man desires something in his heart. The white wolf isn't different. And Jaskier is curious because maybe, he could offer that to him.

The sincerity of his intentions maybe could be pass as unnoticed, but to Geralt, Is purely try to answer to one question he had never made to himself. What do you want for yourself?

Gifset credit @randomlyrj

Jaskier will always be the light at the end of the dark tunnel , he represents the hopes, so he is aiming maybe for Geralt's retirement, and maybe, he could join him? We know his intentions were honest, because in episode 1x06 he will propose the Witcher to ran away with him to the coast.

Even if Geralt never had to answer that, he closes again, he shows that wall he put surrounding him. The tough witcher wants nothing. Is a lie he keeps saying to himself, for the same reason he feels.inside a monster, he thinks he doesn't deserve a good ending.

Jaskier crushes against that wall, he really wanted another different answer from Geralt. Disappointment, watching at his nails... (Okay please @mrsaquaman187 you have to help here too with the body language of this scene, please) but I see disappointment at first, and then, "Oh hell, I will go to the point anyway!" Face... And he shoots this now classic quote...

Look how he walks forward, pouting, seductively again, laying down, his eyes fixed on Geralt. Focused on him. Because this scene was all about Geralt's words, and Geralt's reactions, and Geralt needs, and Geralt's desires.

This makes those words flirty, Jaskier is flirting with Geralt here, because his whole body is focused with seduction on Geralt. Because the bard wants to be clear here. He wants Geralt.

Even if Geralt doesn't want himself, he wants him.

Geralt avoids Jaskier gaze when he says I NEED NO ONE. Because that's something sad... But then he locks his eyes with the bard's, to make it clear that THE LAST THING HE WANTS

IS SOMEONE NEEDING HIM. Like... Breaking every little hopes in Jaskier. Saying to him, don't get close to me. Don't need me. I don't want to need you. Back off Bard! (As he yelled at him at the beginning of the episode).

But Jaskier insist... And goes wild...

This quote is an asseveration to the observation Jaskier made before... You don't get involve except you do it all the time.

And yet... Here we are.

Geralt says things that he doesn't really feel. Is the opposite.

And Geralt gets uncomfortable again, he detects Jaskier intentions, he feels awkward, and he wants to ran away from there. Some gay panic, trying to change subject asking for his clothes.

To Conclude

The bath scene was full of intimacy. Focused entirely in Geralt, Jaskier tried to get inside the Witcher's head and true desires.

Jaskier is very insightful, so he knows Geralt, Each corner of him, and he investigate with clinical eye each word the white wolf says.

Showing a couple of foreshadows, will open the door to Ciri and Yennefer, two characters that will be part of Geralt's intimate circle.

Hope you like this meta, see you in the next one!

Tagging @agusvedder @mrsaquaman187 @mylastwish @spnsmile @jawnlockwinchester

If you want to be added to this list, just let me know.

If you want to read my previous metas From the Witcher, here you have the links:

1x01

1x02 (1)

1x02 (2)

1x03

Buenos Aires, April 15th 2020 9:15 PM

#geraskier #geraskier meta #the witcher meta #1x04 meta

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cinebration · 4 years

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Down to the Shore (Proinsias Cassidy x gender neutral!Reader) [One-shot]

Premise: You meet Cassidy at a casino bar and decide to help him experience something new.

Some of my feelings about Cassidy and how he was treated definitely come through here…

Tagged: @dearestmrdarcy, @lexa-ships-shit, @randomnessobsessionsandshit, @dynamite-warhead

Warnings: mild language

Gif Source: vsnom

Cassidy didn’t tell Tulip or Jesse he had returned to the States. Instead, he skirted past Texas and headed to Las Vegas. He had been feeling particularly lucky, and when luck called, so did the games of chance.

He lost everything but enough money for a drink at the casino bar.

Taking it in good humor, he trudged over to the bar and ordered a Guinness before lounging against the thick-paneled counter, his glance wandering around the place.

Two seats down, crowded against the wall that the bar counter abutted, you sat nursing a drink you barely tasted, one hand fisted in your now-lackluster hair. You stared intensely at the glass, peering through to the bottom.

A heavy sigh slipped past your lips, your vision wavering as tears pushed their way to the surface.

“‘O my dark Rosaleen, do not sigh, do not weep!’”

The Irish accent and the sudden presence of a body to your left made you jerk up your head.

A wide, careless smile graced a skinny, scruffy, pale face beneath a head of short brown hair. You leaned back, letting your gaze sweep over the rest of him. Skinny, gangly, wearing clothes that looked like they had been raided from the lost and found at a police station. Tattoos running down the length of both arms, more peeking out from underneath his shirt collar.

Overall, the kind of guy you wouldn’t have looked twice at but for the words he had said and the sincere look in his green eyes. Eyes that concealed deep sadness.

“What?”

“It’s from a poem,” he explained. “An Irish one. ‘My Dark Rosaleen.’ It’s really about Ireland, not a lady, on account of the British trying to kill everyone for loving their country at the time.”

You blinked. “…which time?”

He laughed. Despite your melancholia, you felt a moment’s elation at hearing the sincere sound.

The bartender brought him his pint. Leaning against the bar, a whole stool between you both, Cassidy sucked deeply from the glass and glanced aside at you. You still looked sad, almost as much as he felt, but at least a faint smile touched your lips.

“Whatcha almost cryin’ into your glass for?” he asked.

The smile slipped. Looking away, you thumbed away some of the perspiration on the glass’s exterior. “Can’t a body just be sad?”

“Sure, but usually there’s a reason.”

You shrugged. “I’d rather be sad than happy.”

Cassidy suddenly thought of Eccarius. The memory sideswiped him. He heard his own words back to his old lover: “I’d rather be sad.”

Yanking his attention back from that pain, he gazed at you over the rim of his drink. Perhaps it was the sadness—the self-inflicted, somewhat voluntary sadness—in you that was calling to him. He wasn’t quite sure.

He wasn’t quite sure why he had recited Irish poetry upon seeing your face, either.

“I’m Cassidy,” he said, extending a hand.

You took it hesitantly and gave your name in return.

“Lovely name.”

“Sure,” you muttered.

“Well, I’ve just lost a shiteload of cash at the tables. I thought I was lucky tonight, but apparently not. So, will you drink with me?”

You side-eyed him, weighing the decision. You hadn’t even finished the one drink, so you weren’t in danger of getting drunk. He seemed like the type not to have the money to pay for more than two or three drinks at a place like this. One, if you were being realistic.

“I’m not paying for your drinks,” you said, guarded.

“I can pay for it myself, thank you.” Fishing out a crumpled ten from his pocket, he slapped it on the bar for the bartender and turned back with a satisfied smile. “That’s all I’ve got, so this”—he lifted his glass—“is all I’m drinking, which is a cryin’ shame, but it is what it is.”

Fingers tapping out a syncopated rhythm on the bar, you slowly nodded. Cassidy slid onto the stool beside you, somehow grinning wider. He raised his drink to yours.

“Did you know, the origin of this,” he said, clinking his glass against yours, “is from way back when, when people would poison each other’s drinks all the time? They’d toast so that their drinks got all mixed together, that way if one of them had been poisoned, they’d all be poisoned together.”

To your surprise, you barked out a short laugh. “I…did not know that.”

“I am a wealth of trivia. I should get on a game show.”

“You look like you’d be hot shit on one.”

His turn to blink now. “Thank you,” he said, genuinely. “I really think I could.”

“What’s keeping you? LA is only five hours away.”

“Well, I have never seen the Pacific Ocean…”

“Really? That’s the crying shame right there. Sort of.” You wrinkled your nose as memory assaulted you. “It smells…salty.”

“I hate to break it to you, love, but oceans are made of salt.”

“In a bad way. Salty and seaweedy…too much seaweed. And it just smells bad all the time. Like a salt marsh. There’s always some dead animal on the sand.”

“Still sounds lovely.”

You laughed again. Cassidy’s heart thudded in his chest. Turns out Tulip wasn’t the only one he could make laugh.

The laughter dying down, you paused to scrutinize the Irishman. He ducked his head beneath your gaze, almost bashful in the face of your naked glance.

You made a decision.

“You wanna go?” you asked.

“Go where?”

“To the Pacific Ocean.”

His eyebrows arched high on his large forehead. “To the ocean? Are you serious?”

“I’m headed out to LA anyway. An extra hour to the beach won’t be too much trouble.”

“It’s the middle of the night.”

“You don’t want to go, then?”

He snorted. “I didn’t say that.”

“Then finish your drink and we’ll be on our way.”

“Okay,” he said, his grin stuck permanently on his face with giddiness.

He drained the glass in one go.

The whole six-hour drive was filled with talk. Cassidy ranted about The Big Lebowski, which you claimed to never have seen to avoid a potential argument.

“Sometimes,” you said, however, “people need stupid shit to watch or read to get them out of their own heads for a while.”

He huffed. “That’s fair, I s’pose.”

By the time you had nearly reached Los Angeles South Bay—not the prettiest beach, but Cassidy had said he hadn’t seen the Pacific Ocean, not a particular beach—you felt like you had known the man forever. There was something about the way he approached things that felt like a cool breeze on a hot desert night.

It was endearing.

You pulled up outside the beach parking lot, killed the engine.

The water gleamed in the half-moonlight, stretching on endlessly to meet the dark sky on the far horizon.

Cassidy went silent, staring out over the water. You glanced at him, trying to read the expression there. Instead of awe or reverence, the facade of carefree humor fell, replaced with melancholia matching your own.

“My best friends don’t know I’m here,” he said suddenly, his voice solemn, heavy.

You frowned. “Do you need to make a call?”

“Not like that.” He shook his head. “They don’t know I’m back in America.”

“Why haven’t you told them?”

He paused, leaned his head against the window. “I love them, I really do. But…they hurt me. I let them hurt me, because I love them. But it still hurts.”

Your chest tightened. Grasping his hand in yours, you squeezed, not sure what to articulate in words. He glanced at you in surprise. His hand squeezed back in gratitude.

“They say that love is giving people the power to hurt you,” you said slowly, “but I think that’s bullshit. That’s something people say so they don’t feel so bad when they get hurt. What they don’t say is that you deserve better. Real love is from the ones who soothe the hurt and know how to pick you back up and put you back together.”

Tears glimmered in his eyes. Sniffing, he wiped roughly at his face, not so much trying to hide them as he was trying to wipe them away.

“Thank you,” he whispered hoarsely. “I needed to hear that.”

Patting his hand, you leaned back and sighed, feeling some of your own sadness shift, lifted momentarily by the connection with this man. The realization startled you, but for once, it didn’t bother you. Beside you was a man who knew sadness as deeply as your own, if not deeper, but it wasn’t sadness that perpetuated in the presence of similar feelings. It seemed to be having the opposite effect.

A negative and a negative makes a positive, you thought. Only broken people know how to handle the broken.

“You ready to smell this shit?” you asked him, smirking.

He sniffed again, nodded. “I don’t think it’ll smell that bad. I’ve been to other oceans and they didn’t.”

You opened the door. The summer wind flooded into the car.

“Jaysus,” Cassidy cried, laughing and choking on it at the same time. “It really is shite!”

“Told ya.” Stepping out of the car, you gestured for him to follow. “What if I told you you’ll freeze your balls off if you get in the water?”

He got out of the car. “No way. It’s summertime.”

“The Pacific is, like, fifteen degrees colder than the Atlantic, my friend.”

“I don’t believe you.”

“I was right about the smell, wasn’t I?”

He grinned, teeth flashing white in the moonlight, and followed you down to the shore.

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talesofphantombandits · 4 years

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Zero to Six ~ Chapter Six

I always get really worried that these chapters are way too short for everyone, which they probably are :’( am sorry.

Again! thank you for all the amazing support, I really couldn’t be writing this without you guys <3 and if you want to be tagged let me know.

Warnings: little bit of swearing.

tags: @i-am-sarah , @whothefuckstolemykeds , @drowsyrrog , @culturefiendtrashqueen , @rogue-barnes-16--main-account , @alliwantfromyouistomakelovetome , @valerie-weasley , @sueeatstheworld , @bleona2808 , @pippin248 , @myfatbottomedgirls , @httpfandxms , @cooliosmosh , @speckles-s , @walking-disgrace , @itsmeaudrieee , @fight-the-freaking-fairies , @irrelevant-pumpkin ,

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The night consisted of looking through research and planning the best way to go about getting the dictators brother out of the tower in Hong Kong.

The night was also spent fighting glances at a certain blonde haired, green eyed man who wouldn’t quite smirking every time he caught me looking.

Dam him.

I haven’t even been in his presence 24 hours, yet I didn’t know if I wanted to beat the shit out of him or jump him, kissing him like my life depended on it.

Maybe both?

Five had offered the pull out bed in her room while One made arrangements to get me my own space, which I gladly took.

Although I tossed and turned most of the night I couldn’t say the next morning that I was at all tired when I woke up, excitement was coursing through my veins for the flight.

One had come in with some clothes he’d picked up for me seen as this was an impulse decision. I put on the black skinny jeans and threw on the long burgundy striped top. Finishing it off with some long black boots that had laces all the way to the top and a dark green leather jacket. I didn’t have any other bags apart from my laptop bag, I slung it over my shoulder while heading out to meet Five.

I walked in the middle, the others chatting away behind me while One was up front. I was way too excited to get on the plane.

I sat in my own section with Two sitting behind me, Three sitting across from her. Four and Five where opposite mine, I was sat on the same row as Five. Four had placed himself on the other row by the window, great a 5 hour flight feeling him burn holes into my head.

“How are you feeling this morning darling?” His voice was like honey, way better sounding than over coms.

I smiled over to Four as best I could not showing how much the nickname effected me. “Fine, more excited than nervous really. It’s just great not to be stuck in a room. How you feeling monkey boy?”

“Why do you have to call me that? Could you at least come up with something that sounds a bit more sexy?” He looked at me with a cute pout.

I just scoffed. “I think you’re the only person that thinks you’re sexy, well apart from that blonde you picked up at the bar.” Lies

“Are you jealous? You know that was for mission purposes, besides I’ve seen the way you always stare at me sweetheart.” I just looked at him with an annoyed expression.

“Keep telling yourself that babe.” I opened my laptop fully intent on ignoring him the rest of the flight, that hadn’t even taken off yet.

“You guys do know where all still here right?” Three said awkwardly.

It was about an hour into our flight when Seven announced that things would start to get bumpy, Three started getting very uneasy.

“You know I usually just look at the staff to see if I should be worried.” I turned to see him clutching white knuckles to his seat.

“You mean the flight attendants, you can just look at me.” Two said.

“Oh darling you could be on fire and you’d have the same blank expression on your face. No offence.” I turned to raise my eyebrows at Five.

Something was definitely going on with these two.

“You know what sucks guys, if we were to crash.” I looked over to see Four open one eye from his sleeping state to make a face at Five. “No one would ever care. Like we never existed.”

He said it loud enough for One to hear in the cockpit.

“You know I can hear you, if you’re going to shit yourself there’s a bathroom in the back.”

I just giggled and got on with some work, so this is what it was like to be around them.

It was always fun to hear their bickering over coms but this was even better, a warm feeling had started invading my heart. It was nice to be around people again.

They fought, were sometimes asses but this was my family. For once in my life I started to admire One for bringing such an amazing bunch of people together. I decided in that moment that there was no where I’d rather be, and if I was to die on a mission I know I surrounded myself with the best family I could have asked for.

When we landed Three finally started to get some colour back in his cheeks, I patted him on the back laughing as I passed him to the exit.

“Hey you little shit, don’t make fun of me or I’ll find out your fear.” He just shouted after me.

We dumped our bags outside the plane, One debriefed us one last time on the plan.

“Chowtime.” One clasped his hands together as we all cheered.

I decided to sit at the highest table so I could carry on working, just notes in a note book I didn’t feel safe getting the laptop out in such an open space.

Suddenly my note book was ripped out my hands and in its place a bowl of noodles was set down.

“Hey!” I began to protest looking up at the thief.

I was met with Four, closing my note book, putting it safely back in my bag. “Do you ever stop working?” He sat down on the stool next to mine.

I just sighed tilting my head at him. “It’s been nonstop for three years of my life, am afraid at this point I don’t know how to do anything else with my time.”

“We could change that.” He smirked.

I just scoffed cracking open my chopsticks maybe a little too aggressively. “Excuse me, I’d like some alone time with my noodles.”

“No come on am sorry, I think we should start over.”

“What?” I turned my head at him in confusion.

“We haven’t had time to talk properly since you got here, seen as we’ve only really talked over the wire maybe we should have a fresh start.” He held out his hand. “Hello, my names Four.”

I just laughed at him, putting my chopsticks down as I took his hand shaking it. “Zero.”

“What a beautiful name.”

I’d forgotten about the sudden shock I’d got from just brushing his hand. But here I was holding it and it felt like hot lava now.

I looked up to his face but he showed no signs of feeling it too. So I let go turning to take another mouth full of noodles.

“You know, I was surprised that you didn’t suddenly knock me on my ass when I came in.” I laughed. “You’ve threatened me with it enough times.”

“Well I could say the same for you, but there’s plenty of time yet for that sweetheart, I’ll make you wait. Get you when you’re not expecting it.” He laughed at my worried expression.

“Are you nervous?” I asked not looking at him. “For the mission I mean.”

“Why does everyone always ask me this.” He huffed.

“It’s okay to be scared Four, fear is what keeps us alive.”

He didn’t say anything, when I looked at him he was looking at me with an emotion I couldn’t put my finger on.

“All you can ever do is your best.” I smiled picking up the last noodle.

“I guess, hey when did you get so smart?”

“Maybe about an hour ago?” We both just chuckled.

“You guys finished? It’s time to go. ” Seven said from behind us.

“Yeah, we’re good.” I smiled at Four as he passed me my bag.

As I walked out Five caught me by my arm, she then proceeded to hand me 50 dollars.

“You were right, they did it in Vegas.” She clicked at me.

“Two and Three eh, maybe there hope for me after all.” we both just laughed and got into the car.

Chapter Seven

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myriadimagines · 5 years

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Characters: Reader x Maeve Wiley

Warnings: swearing

Gif credit: vsnom

Sensory Prompt: 16. The taste of almonds

Word Count: 482

A/N: to be honest i had no idea what to do with this prompt if that wasn’t obvious enough. it was either maeve or someone from riverdale since i wanted to use a high school character so here we are (sensory prompts are not open!)

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” you mumble through a mouth full of almonds, fumbling with your books as you struggle to stuff them into your backpack before the bell rings for your first class. You hurriedly try to crunch through your almonds, the snack dry and chalky with just a subtle hint of flavor. You toss the bag of nuts into your locker, just in time before it slams shut, revealing Maeve on the other side as she looks you up and down through narrowed eyes. You practically choke with surprise, a few bits of almonds spewing from your mouth onto the linoleum, and you embarrassedly cover your mouth as you exclaim, “Maeve! I- uh, hi!”

“What are you eating?” Maeve’s nose wrinkles, and you force yourself to swallow, stray pieces of almond scraping down your throat as you make a face. She’s struggling not to laugh, but she forces herself to remain serious as she deadpans, “You look like a deranged chipmunk.”

She thinks you actually look rather cute, but she keeps quiet. You reach over to shove her after grabbing your water bottle from your backpack, washing down any leftovers in your mouth. “Shut up. I didn’t have breakfast.”

Maeve snorts, shaking her head before the two of you are suddenly distracted by an obnoxiously delighted shriek down the corridor. Both of you turn to see yet another couple excitedly hugging, no doubt having just agreed to go to the school dance together. Maeve rolls her eyes, and you can’t help but chuckle at her reaction, and she leans up against the lockers as she groans, “School dances are so stupid.”

“Agreed.” you respond, hiking the straps of your backpack higher up your shoulder. “But I have to go and take photos.”

“That’s what you get for becoming the photographer for the school newspaper.” Maeve raises an eyebrow at you, and you give her another shove. Maeve suddenly begins picking at the edge of her leather jacket, avoiding eye contact as she brings her hand up to her face to bite her nails, a nervous habit you’ve known her to have ever since you met her. Shifting on her feet, Maeve hesitantly continues, “So, are you, uh, going alone?”

You shrug. “Probably. Unless I can successfully drag you out to go with me.”

Maeve’s eyes widen, and she feels as if she’s holding her breath. Despite her incessant teasing, her playful remarks mask deeper feelings for you, hides the fact that she’s been in love with you ever since the two of you sat together in English class at the beginning of secondary school. “Me? You- you want to go with me?”

Maeve may hate dances, but you’re the only person in the world she would go to one for. You smile at her, exchanging tender moment that makes both your hearts skip in your chests. “Who else would I go with?”

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