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@help-help-i-need-an-adult

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me when i'm bisexual

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Me adding lyrics from Fair by TAD to every fanfic:

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Why do you have trust issues?

Baby, I've been betrayed by people I would've died for.

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I think that Joey and Madeleine should drop a new album right now cause we've all been so patient since that Instagram post over a year ago

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Geralt in the Netflix show: edgelord, large man, scary dude, vocabulary of three

Geralt in the Game: sass mouthed bitch with the muscles to back it up

Geralt in the Books: weird gremlin man with no self confidence and less social skills

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Toss a Coin to Your Witcher (Because the world is loud and accomodations are expensive)

#297 - Like a weed @flashfictionfridayofficial Pairing - Geralt/Jaskier Warnings - n/a Words - 966 Summary - Geralt is suffering from overstimulation due to his potions. Jaskier is not helping, until he does with accomodations Geralt would never have know about, let alone used.

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Geralt quite liked the bard who had decided to tag along with him for the last 6 years or so. Not enough to admit it to said bard; he didn’t need a larger ego after all, but enough that he didn’t just fuck off and leave him trialling behind. Though he had tried a few times in the first few weeks, the bard somehow managed to always find him again. Something Geralt was glad of usually.

Geralt shook his head to get his thoughts back on track. The bard was nothing but a distraction, a pretty distraction, but a distraction nonetheless. 

His name was apt, too. Buttercup: a pretty weed.

And like a pretty weed, Jaskier grew on you. He just crept up where he wasn’t wanted and stayed there until someone finally plucked him. 

Geralt hoped that no one would take Jaskier’s fancy enough to pluck him for good and cause him to stop wanting to travel with himself. 

If forced at sword point, Geralt would even, begrudgingly, admit that he liked the bard’s singing, though not this evening. 

His last hunt had been a hard one, and he was close to toxicity from his potions. His eyes were still black hours later, and his head was pounding, and Jaskier, like the weed he was, was right where he wasn’t wanted. This time that was close enough for Geralt to hear every heartbeat like it was pounding in his own chest, every breath as though it was stuck in his head and if Jaskier didn’t stop playing that bloody lute, Geralt was going to bash it against a fucking tree. 

Instead of speaking or asking Jaksier to stop, Geralt grabbed the nearest thing, a large stone, and gently threw it at the bard, hitting him in the leg. 

“Oy, what was that for?” Jaksier screeched as he jumped up and glared at Geralt. 

Geralt groaned in pain at Jaksier’s loud voice. Why did he always have to be so loud?

It took a moment for Jaskier to calm down enough to realise that Geralt hadn’t spoken since Jaksier had asked him about his injuries. He had been silent since then, and Jaskier could see the muscles in his jaw clenching. He also noted the way his fingers curled and uncurled. 

“Are you in pain?” Jaskier demanded. “You said you weren’t injured. 

Geralt opened his eyes. He hadn’t even realised he had closed until he glared at Jaksier as he slowly shook his head no. 

“You look like you’re in pain?” Jaksier tried again. 

Geralt let out an unhappy humph and ignored Jaskier.

Jaskier may have been a bit oblivious about certain things, but he was far from stupid, and he realised what the problem was immediately. 

“Geralt, is the world a little too loud at the moment?” he asked, lowering his voice to almost a whisper, knowing the witcher would hear him regardless. 

Geralt looked at Jaskier suspiciously. He hadn’t said anything, and there was no way the bard could know. 

Except Jaskier came over to Geralt after rummaging in his bag and sat before him on the ground. “Geralt, I picked these up last time we were in Oxenfurt. I haven’t found an opportunity to give you them, but now …” Jaksier trailed off as he opened his hand, and there was a little case in it.

“What is it?” Geralt asked the bard suspiciously. 

“Don’t look at me like that! Here,” Jaksier said as he opened the case. 

Inside were two small buds. Geralt sniffed and looked at Jaskier, confused. “These are made of beeswax and cotton?” 

“They are indeed. They are called earplugs. You can still hear through them, especially with your hearing. But they … dull the sounds ... for lack of a better way to describe them.

“Dull?” Geralt asked, intrigued now but still hesitant. Jaksier wasn't sure if he was hesitant to admit he needed accommodations when his mutations proved him different or if he was just weary. Either way, the thought of him being in pain hurt Jaksier’s very soul. 

“Yes, DearHeart,” Jaskier said as he rose and handed Geralt the earplugs. “You just put them in, and the world becomes more comfortable. I have used them myself. Not these ones. These are new and bought for you and only you,” Jaksier was quick to add with a soft laugh as he saw a look of distaste cross Geralt’s face. 

Geralt searched Jaskier’s face but saw nor smelt no lie and so he tried them.

Instantly the world had a sort of muffled quality to it. He could still hear Roach, could hear Jaksier now pottering around their camp, could even hear the animals in the wood, but the sharp edge of Jaksier’s voice was gone. The pain from the noise of the world around him that had been stabbing him right in the brain had finally disappeared. 

“Thank you,” Geralt mumbled as Jaksier came closer. 

“You’re very welcome, love,” Jaksier said as he walked past and kissed Geralt on the head as he did so. 

Geralt watched as Jaskier walked away, utterly unaware of how that new endearment, his clear care for Geralt, and how that one brief kiss had affected the witcher.

He watched Jaskier settle down for the night, feeling nothing but contentment fill him. As well as an emotion he couldn’t quite pin down, but one that filled his heart with hope for something he couldn’t articulate. He would figure it out tomorrow, he decided, after he meditated with the gift Jaskier had been holding onto for him, all to make his life easier. 

Geralt wasn’t sure what he had done to deserve Jaskier, but he hoped this feeling inside of himself never faded and that Jaksier stayed by his side for as long as he could. 

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70 horrible questions ... Fuck it

01: Do you have a good relationship with your parents? 02: Who did you last say “I love you” to? 03: Do you regret anything? 04: Are you insecure? 05: What is your relationship status? 06: How do you want to die? 07: What did you last eat? 08: Played any sports? 09: Do you bite your nails? 10: When was your last physical fight? 11: Do you like someone? 12: Have you ever stayed up 48 hours? 13: Do you hate anyone at the moment? 14: Do you miss someone? 15: Have any pets? 16: How exactly are you feeling at the moment? 17: Ever made out in the bathroom? 18: Are you scared of spiders? 19: Would you go back in time if you were given the chance? 20: Where was the last place you snogged someone? 21: What are your plans for this weekend? 22: Do you want to have kids? How many? 23: Do you have piercings? How many? 24: What is/are/were your best subject(s)? 25: Do you miss anyone from your past? 26: What are you craving right now? 27: Have you ever broken someone’s heart? 28: Have you ever been cheated on? 29: Have you made a boyfriend/girlfriend cry? 30: What’s irritating you right now? 31: Does somebody love you? 32: What is your favourite color? 33: Do you have trust issues? 34: Who/what was your last dream about? 35: Who was the last person you cried in front of? 36: Do you give out second chances too easily? 37: Is it easier to forgive or forget? 38: Is this year the best year of your life? 39: How old were you when you had your first kiss? 40: Have you ever walked outside completely naked? 51: Favourite food? 52: Do you believe everything happens for a reason? 53: What is the last thing you did before you went to bed last night? 54: Is cheating ever okay? 55: Are you mean? 56: How many people have you fist fought? 57: Do you believe in true love? 58: Favourite weather? 59: Do you like the snow? 60: Do you wanna get married? 61: Is it cute when a boy/girl calls you baby? 62: What makes you happy? 63: Would you change your name? 64: Would it be hard to kiss the last person you kissed? 65: Your best friend of the opposite sex likes you, what do you do? 66: Do you have a friend of the opposite sex who you can act your complete self around? 67: Who was the last person of the opposite sex you talked to? 68: Who’s the last person you had a deep conversation with? 69: Do you believe in soulmates? 70: Is there anyone you would die for?

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I know I’ve featured this scene on the Nazi Punch of the Day, but this version seemed particularly timely given the ongoing attacks on education.

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Shapeshifter Jaskier seeing one of his colleagues start to grey and being like, "Right, aging."

He then spends the winter subtly incorporating signs of aging into his appearance. He looks rather dashing if he says so himself.

But, when he and Geralt meet up in Spring, the witcher becomes *devastated* at the sight of his "aging" bard.

Geralt brushed Jaskier’s hair back with a careful touch. “You’ve got another grey,” he murmured, his voice laced with something close to regret.

“I know. Soon, I’ll match you,” Jaskier said lightly. “I’d call myself the White Bard, but it doesn’t have quite the same ring as the White Wolf.”

Geralt huffed. “Dove,” he said after a pause. “That’s what we’ll call you when your hair turns completely white.”

Jaskier’s smile was soft. “I like it.”

Geralt didn’t say what was truly on his mind—that he didn’t like Jaskier’s hair greying, didn’t like this reminder that time would eventually take him away.

Jaskier exhaled, as if reading his silence. “I don’t like it either,” he admitted. “But if I want to keep up the illusion of being human, I have to age.” He tilted his head, eyes twinkling. “Give me another fifty years, and I can always return to being young again.”

Geralt just stared, his thoughts scattering like dry leaves in the wind.

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I’m literally on thr verge of tears

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Our Gerard 👀

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i dont care if mondays rife,tuesday qednesday full of strife, thursday fuck my baka life, its friday im in sucks