#got that goodgood

[ivxliwh]

TT: wilhelmmm hi it's me againn

TT: got a picture

TT: 👍

WC:you did??

WC:okay goodgood

WC:would like to seee

[x-atlas-x]

From the prompt list: "I was going to ask if you wanted to do me on your desk, but I thought I should say hi."

There's potential for playful goodgood, and as you already know from experience, that's immensely fun ;)

Atem x Yugi bc of course-

Of course, my friend ;D Borderline smut? Count me in~ Thanks for the ask! <3

Yugi wasn't sure if he liked his promotion or not. Having his own office and not being pestered by his coworkers constantly was nice—plus, he didn't have to worry about Kaiba randomly staring over his shoulder. However, the downside was it being far too quiet. He couldn't hear any hushed chatter in the soundproof room, or other keyboards clicking away. He was engrossed deeply in his work when his phone buzzed in his pocket. He sighed and fished it out, unlocking it with his face ID. That was another perk of having his own office; he could check his phone whenever he pleased. He smiled when he saw a text message from Atem. How's work? boring That's a shame. Are you doing anything for lunch? probably not. just eating alone in this office If only I could eat with you. tbh i'd rather eat you Yugi was disappointed when he didn't get a text in reply. He sighed and pocketed his phone, assuming that Atem had gotten busy with something. It wasn't unusual for something to grab his attention since he worked from home. A few minutes later, he was disturbed by a knock on the door. He inhaled deeply, then stood up and walked over, deciding to use this as an excuse to stretch his legs. When he opened it, he was pleasantly surprised by the sight of Atem on the other side. Their eyes met and his boyfriend smirked, tilting his head, "You want to eat me?" "I..." Yugi trailed off, still in shock as he took in Atem's appearance before him. He barely noticed the paper bag he was carrying by the handles, the logo of a nearby takeout place printed across the side. He swallowed thickly and shook his head, "You're better than food, honestly." "Is that so?" Atem lifted the bag with emphasis, "Better than this?" "Oh, definitely," Yugi laughed, wrapping his arms around Atem's waist to yank him into the room. He captured his lips and closed the door, pressing him up against it. He made sure to flick the lock into place before truly ravishing him. Yugi brought a hand up to cradle his face in his palm, cherishing the passion in their kiss. Slowly, he dragged his fingertips down Atem's arm and took the bag from his bag. He parted from the kiss and hummed, "Were you going to ask to eat lunch with me?" "Actually, I was going to ask if you wanted to do me on your desk," Atem's gaze flitted over to the surface in question, then back up at him, "But, I thought I should say hi first—and show you that I brought food with me." Yugi shrugged, wandering over to his desk and placing the bag on it, "The food can wait." He moved some papers aside, cleaning off a decent spot, then patted the top, "Come here, baby." Atem chuckled and obliged, sauntering towards him with a playful sway of his hips, "That desperate to fuck me?" "Always," Yugi purred, guiding Atem's legs apart once he hoisted himself up onto the edge of the desk. He pressed a chaste kiss to his lips, then peppered them across his cheek, down his jaw, and then stopped at his neck. He tightened his hold on Atem's hips as he grazed the sensitive skin on his throat with his teeth. A gasp escaped Atem, his hands coming to land on Yugi's chest. He wound his legs around his waist, pulling him closer until their pelvises met in the middle. Their crotches brushed against each other, Atem instinctively canting up into him. "Fuck," Yugi breathed out, guiding him to grind harder on him. "Have you been imagining this? Me fucking you on the desk?" Atem preened, "Ever since you got your own office." "Well, who am I to stop you from achieving your fantasy?" Yugi murmured, bucking roughly into Atem. "I don't think I have any lube—" "I do," Atem blurted as he reached in his jacket pocket and pulled a small bottle out. Yugi's dick stirred in his pants and he groaned, "Bend over, then." "Gladly."

(Prompts)

[strangerconnection]

goodgood!!<3

I hope your doing alright<33

-T00

yay :-) im doing okay i just got here after pygmalion i. think

[dysiver]

Got 17 ¯⁠\⁠_⁠(⁠ツ⁠)⁠_⁠/⁠¯

uwu goodgood

[zerobaseonefics]

my fav song is „heeseung i love you” by me.

my request is Heeseung x Pure on their wedding day😇

(reminder: this is obviously not frfr)

btw im in england😂‼️😂‼️ i found new friends and during your absence i found a roommate (she’s vietnamese german so a win win for me basically) i have already all documents etc so i was looking for a therapist and i found one so it’s goodgood yes umehmdb i also bought everything what i need and it’s a bit weird since it’s my first time here but idkknevdaj oh and i got lost already and almost kidnapped by the roadman guys💪😂💪😂💪😂 there is actuslly not that many of them as i imagined (luckily) but they are still there and yes i also still need to see a chav irl cant wait for that day😝😝

well im also talking to my husband, Heeseung that he should go back to either blondi or black hair but hes not listening😔

I STOPPED WATCHING RUNEXT ITS SO BULLSHIT I SWEAR WTF IS THIS SHOW OR WHATEVER IT EVEN ISS???:? JIWOO SHOULD DEBUT AND THATS IT.

btw i smell like a grandma and its not a good smell im crying

when jake is gonna crash ur wedding day cuz u were two timing him with Heeseung 😧 /j

OMG UR IN ENGLAND???? i hope you travelled there safely!! it's so cool you made friends and even someone from the same origins as you omg... being with a german speaking person is gonna help you sm

WDYM YOU ALMOST GOT KIDNAPPED DIDNT YOU SAY THEY WERE UR FRIENDS????

but what color is heeseung now? i havent keep up with this

HZHDJZJZJZ IM SO LATE IN R U NEXT'S EPISODES FR I DIDNT HAVE TIME TO WATCH THE LAST 3 💔💔💔💔 I REALLY HOPE JIWOO WILL DEBUT SHES SO TALENTED AND ONE OF MY FAV

mf take a shower

[meistoshi-m]

it’s the way i have (lemme count) no less than four characters, one of which is an oc, who i could apply this panel to

[untamedcrusader]

Goodgood, you got this

I'm trying to get motivation to write stuff for my comic

hello!

hihii !! hru?

[yardsards]

footage of me taking a longass boiling hot shower, knowing full well it's gonna trigger my eczema:

[plaguerare]

oh shit it’s them monzter boyz!!!!

[herotome]

Devlog #87

Hi-ho, Wudge here.

I was busy last week with my two(!!) new clients, but on the bright side, I’m getting more income to fund Herotome. 💖  All I really did was re-organize the the outline (and thank god I did, the sequences feel a lot more balanced now) and I’ll be playtesting to check the game’s writing flow and SFX today.

So uh... I guess I can show off something I never got around to posting before.

Tadah!!! A goodgood puppy rendered in full color, courtesy of the always-awesome Remnantation (who also drew those Bright Oak halloween characters I just reblogged!!!).

Stay safe and keep warm,

Wudge.

[legosreallyarekissable]

BROO EXACTLLY. IM CONTENT THAT I HAVEN'T FOUND ANY REAL PEOPLE THAT ACTUALLY SHIPS THAT TROPE PHEW!!! YEAH... THEY'RE LITERALLY SO COUSINS BIOLOGICALLY OR NOT YIKES TEE HEE ( shush child 😌😌 ) OHOSFDH YESSS WORKS OUT EVEN BETTER!!! A SECRET THIRD THING HELLOOO DUDE. WHATT THAT SUCKS IM SORRY YOU HAD TO GO THROUGH THAT!!! GOODGOOD UR FREEEE!! ( SO UNDERSTANDABLE ) JDSLKFDS YES. EXACTLLY. its like biting the curb 4k 😔 HONESTLY. GO AS LONG AS YOU WANT. I. WILL. EAT. EVERY. LAST. WORD. LDSKFJDSLK UCK THAT STINKS!! BAD LUCK AT TEACHERS, MAYHAPS. OFC YOU GOT IT!! ( HELP we write our own destinies ig )

omg new moot heyy :D how r u? i'm also rewatching ninjago rn btw i saw ur blog header

OMG I DIDNT KNOW I WAS FOLLOWING YOU /GEN TEHHEHE NEW MOOT HEYYYY GOOD!! WBU?? YIPEE YOU TOO? Currently rewatching s1 ninjago with my sib ITS SO FUN what season r u on??

[lovepotionnumber5]

hi im curious as the writer what’s ur favorite part of moments in the woulds (which I love btw!!)

okay well Love this ask as a way to gas myself up. swerve 😎. ur so real for this bestie. pucker up I’m going to kiss u

methinks perhaps the scene where they talk abt poetry—I was trying to do a lot with that moment, mostly showing that they each hold space for each other in a way they don’t necessarily for others. they learn about each others interests and truly listen when they’re speaking. I know Lena’s “you’re the most fascinating person I know” line kind of comes off as a joke, but it’s also 100% real you know? they’re obsessed w each other and it’s gay. anyway, I struggled a lot to get that feeling into words, and I’m pretty proud of how it turned out.

but her convo w her dad about wishes also pops off I think. I got that GoodGood trauma moment vibe juice flowin in these veins babeygörl

[taegiiseok]

I hate the fact that luhan's 'that good good' has like 10 words and yet every time it comes up on shuffle I'm over here boppin like namjoon the entire time

[careofmagicalshippers]

I just listened to your latest episode and yall are hilarious. I can't wait for new episodes <3

Hey Anon - we're so happy you're so excited. Our plan is working! *mirthless laughter* Honestly the fact that you're enjoying this so much is *the reason* we do this. Keep your ears poised, we've got more goodgood episodes coming your way soon :D

[stagandsteer]

Today is Trans Day of Visibility!!!

Quite some time ago, I got some anon questions about Froy adding his pronouns to his insta bio from people who weren’t familiar with this action. I promised anon I would make a post explaining about display pronouns and didn’t get around to it, but today is a good day for that!

here are some actors with he/him pronouns in their bios. Pedro added his long before his sister came out as trans. He did this purely to be an ally! I’ll explain why in a second.

here are some artists I follow that have she/her pronouns in their bios, including the show runner of Cruel Summer! Emily Hampshire has hers right in a little piece of fan art she uses for her profile pic.

and here are some fabulous artists I know who identify as non-binary, or genderqueer. They use a variety of pronouns! JVN uses they/he/she interchangeably. Savannah is a writer on Cruel Summer! they identify as trans and non-binary.

What does all this mean and why is it important that Froy, Blake, Tia and cis-gender identified people use display pronouns! pinkmantaray is a great resource and you can find some easy to share infographics on their instagram too.

NORMALIZE INTRODUCING WITH YOUR PRONOUNS, ESPECIALLY IF YOU’RE NOT TRANS

Not offering pronouns implies that other folks should either intuit or know your gender simply from your expression. While many folks’ gender expression does reflect their gender identity, not everyone’s does.

Sharing pronouns not only dismantles the idea that gender expression always equals gender identity, but also creates a safe space for trans and gender nonconforming folks to share our pronouns and be gendered correctly, too.

So when someone like Froy, a #goodgood, puts his pronouns in his bio, it helps break down the assumption that everyone "looks like" their pronouns or that people who identify as he or her should look a certain way.

Sharing your pronouns, even and especially if your gender presentation closely matches your identity or some perceived cultural norm (help fuck the paradigm!) helps chip away at assumptions about gender that make the world less safe for trans and gender non-conforming folks. It makes a more welcoming space for trans people to be authentic and live their lives visibly at a time when their very existence is still regularly and unforgivably under attack. With visibility does eventually come more understanding, and acceptance and safety.

I hope I explained this well and please, anyone can Inbox me if I missed any points or if you have any questions!

[king-finnigan]

5 - Home after the hospital (oh or still at the hospital.... O.O) with 18 - “I promise I’ll always be there for you. No matter what. You’re not alone anymore.” for angsty angst goodgood plox?

The first thing Geralt notices when he walked into the room, is stricking blue eyes, looking at him. The second thing he notices, is the man’s face, still a bit boyish, framed by brown hair, but handsome nonetheless. Thirdly, he notices that the nightstand is empty, save for a bottle of water, and so is the wall behind the patient’s bed. No flowers, no cards, no ‘get well soon’-balloons. Nothing to indicate that this room is occupied, except for the man lying in bed.

Geralt nods his goodmorning to the patient, and walks over to the foot of the bed, taking a quick look at the file. Jaskier Pankratz, the man is called, severe car accident, spent a month in the ICU, two weeks in an artificial coma. He’s got a long road ahead of him. 

Geralt looks up at the man in the bed, who smiles at him weakly. “So, when can I go home?” His voice is thin and slightly raspy, and Geralt has to strain his ears to understand him.

He smiles softly. “It’s going to be a while.” The patient pulls an eyebrow up at him. “A long while,” he clarifies. The man nods, then looks away, something sad and hollow creeping into his expression.

“Got nowhere else to be, anyways,” the patient mutters. Geralt notices he’s a bit slumped, has clearly slid down a bit on the soft sheets from where he was sitting upright before. 

He wanders to the side of the bed. “May I touch you, Mr. Pankratz?”

The patient nods, and Geralt helps him sit up straighter again, propping a pillow behind his back. “Call me Jaskier.”

Geralt smiles. “Alright, Jaskier. I’m Geralt.”

“Nice to meet you, Geralt,” Jaskier rasps, his impossibly blue eyes darting to the bottle of water on the nightstand, and Geralt pours him a glass before he has to say anything, holding it for Jaskier as he sips through the straw. “Thank you,” Jaskier says, giving him a weak grin that lights up the whole room all the same. 

“You’re welcome,” Geralt replies, setting the glass back on the nightstand. “If you need anything, press the red button. I’ll be here as quickly as possible.”

Jaskier smiles, then nods, his eyes drifting closed. “Alright, thank you.”

“I’ll be back for dinner.” He gets up, and walks to the door. He turns back one last time, sees that Jaskier is asleep - he’ll probably see him asleep a lot the next few weeks. After all, he’ll need his rest to heal. He turns around, closes the door behind him softly, and sets out to the next patient.

---

That evening, right after visiting hours, he goes back to Jaskier’s room, tray with a bowl of soup in his hand. He knocks, waits a few seconds, then opens the door. Jaskier is still sitting in the bed, but he’s awake again, and smiles at Geralt as he enters.

“Got your dinner,” Geralt says, though it’s kind of obvious. “What do you reckon? Think we can get you into a chair?”

Jaskier grins at him, his head lolling back against the pillow, neck muscles still a bit too weak. “We can try.”

Geralt nods, before setting the tray down on the table in the corner. He grabs the wheelchair next to the bed, making sure it’s close enough and the brakes are on. “Alright, ready?” he asks, and Jaskier nods. 

Geralt holds Jaskier upright with a hand on his back, as he helps him swing his legs over the side of the bed. He lets Jaskier sling an arm around his neck, frail hand clutching at Geralt’s shoulder as Jaskier slowly pushes himself onto his feet. Geralt helps him turn around, slowly lowering him in the chair, making sure Jaskier won’t fall forward the second he lets go.

“There, you did it. Well done,” he mutters, as he grabs a spare blanket from the windowsill, and drapes it over Jaskier’s legs. Jaskier smiles at him weakly, and lets himself be carted to the table.

Jaskier reaches out a thin arm, grabbing the spoon in the bowl of soup. Geralt sits next to him, watching him strain his deteriorated muscles for a few minutes, barely managing to eat three spoonfuls of soup. Eventually, Geralt sighs. “May I help?”

Jaskier sighs, lets go of the spoon, and leans back, slightly curling in on himself. “This is embarrassing,” he mutters, a pained glint in those blue eyes. “Can’t even fucking eat by myself.”

Geralt frowns, but takes the spoon, lifting it to Jaskier’s mouth, who lets himself be fed, nonetheless. “You were in a coma for weeks. Just because your body is weakened, doesn’t mean you’re not strong.” 

Jaskier smiles, but doesn’t really seem to be feeling all that better.

Geralt sighs softly, feeding Jaskier more soup, wipes some of it away at the corner of his mouth. “True strength isn’t about your body, it’s about not giving up.”

Jaskier grins at that. “That’s incredibly cheesy, my dearest nurse.”

He shrugs, pushing the now empty bowl to the side. “Well, it’s true.” He looks back at Jaskier. “How about we get you back into that bed?”

---

Over the next few weeks, Jaskier seems to improve physically - he can sit upright, walk for a short distance with crutches, and get in the chair on his own. Hell, he even asked Geralt if they could take a short walk through the hospital garden, which is what they’re doing right now.

Yet, even after all this improvement, Jaskier still seems sad, a bit hollow, every time Geralt sees him. He stops walking for a second, lets Jaskier catch his breath for a short while, before Jaskier starts moving again, clutching to Geralt’s arm as they make their way around the garden. The sun hits Jaskier’s face just right, and Geralt can’t help but smile when he sees the rosiness of his cheeks, the fullness of his face - he looks a lot healthier than he did a few weeks ago.

Jaskier catches him staring, and smiles at him. “What?”

Geralt shakes his head, looks at the path in front of him. “Nothing. You just look good- better, I mean. Than you did before.”

Jaskier chuckles, softly nudging Geralt’s shoulder. “Well, you don’t look too bad, yourself.”

It’s quiet for a while, and when Geralt looks up at Jaskier again, he’s staring at a family on the other side of the garden, his blue eyes a bit glassy. He had his supicions as to why Jaskier always seems so sad, the first time they met, and those suspicions seem to be confirmed, when all those weeks have passed and Jaskier’s room has stayed empty - still no flowers, no cards, no ‘get well soon’-balloons. No one but Jaskier there whenever Geralt checks up on him during visiting hours.

He knows better than to pry, knows some people just happen to be alone in this world - but a charming, young man like Jaskier? Surely, even if he doesn’t have family, he must have friends, right? 

Jaskier catches him staring again. “What are you thinking about?”

Geralt blinks, looks away. “Nothing.”

“Come on, I recognize that ‘deep in thought’-look, Geralt. Indulge me, what are you thinking about?”

He sighs softly. “Just... You never get visitors. Or any cards.”

Jaskier stops walking, has to catch his breath again.

“Want to sit down?” Geralt asks, motioning at the bench next to them, helping Jaskier sit when the younger man nods.

It’s quiet for a few minutes, and Geralt starts to think that he won’t get a response, when Jaskier speaks: “I don’t have a family.” He looks at Geralt, then looks away again. “Well, technically I do, but I ran away at eighteen. Haven’t heard from them since, thank God.”

“Well, what about friends?” Geralt asks softly.

Jaskier shrugs. “Thought I had them, but...” He bites his bottom lip, blue eyes glazing over, rain on a summer’s day. “But turns out getting into a car crash will make people lose interest in you really quickly.”

Geralt sits there as Jaskier softly sniffles, wiping at his cheeks furiously. He wants to reach out, wants to pull him close and hold him and tell him that those people can go to hell for all he cares - Jaskier deserves to be loved, deserves to be happy, deserves to have people that care about him.

But he can’t do that. After all, he’s still a nurse and Jaskier is still his patient, and it would be unprofessional and wrong. Hell, he’s already been toeing the line for the past few weeks, taking care of Jaskier even as he felt himself falling for him. He needs to keep himself in check. Just a little while longer, until Jaskier gets discharged and gets to go home and they never see each other again.

The thought shouldn’t hurt so much, but it does.

It hurts to think about Jaskier going back to an empty home, being all alone again, abandoned by the people he thought would be there for him, having to recover on his own.

“I’m sorry,” Jaskier mutters, still wiping away tears, body shaking with the effort to unsuccessfully hold in his soft sobs. “You’ve probably got better things to do than listen to me whine about how alone I am.”

“I don’t,” Geralt says, softly laying his hand on Jaskier’s shoulder. “There is nothing more important to me than being here with you. And you’re not alone, Jaskier. I promise I’ll always be there for you. No matter what. You’re not alone.”

Jaskier sniffles, looks up at him with reddened eyes. “Pinkie promise?” he whispers, the corners of his mouth tugging up slightly.

Geralt can’t help but roll his eyes, soft fondness spreading through his chest, as he lets Jaskier hook a pinkie around his. “Pinkie promise,” he whispers.

He startles slightly when Jaskier lunges forward, wrapping his still-a-bit-too-thin arms around Geralt, burying his face in his chest. Geralt sighs softly, but after a few seconds of hesitation, he hugs Jaskier back, pulling him a bit closer, ignoring the warm fluttering in his stomach. Yes, what he’s feeling is in no way appropriate or right, and soon, Jaskier will be gone and they’ll never see each other again, but for now, he lets himself have this.

---

Jaskier smiles at him, and Geralt can’t help but smile back, as he grasps Jaskier’s upper arms, one last time, helping him remain upright until he’s slid his forearms into the crutches. When Jaskier’s steady on his feet, Geralt lets go, ignoring the aching of his treacherous heart.

“So,” he mutters.

“So,” Jaskier says, smiling broadly. 

“I-” He swallows thickly, wills the tears that are threatening to gather in his eyes away. “I’m proud of you. You’ve come so far, and just... well done.”

“Couldn’t have done it without my amazing nurse,” Jaskier says, reaching out to slightly push at Geralt’s shoulder. His smile falters for a second. “I mean it, Geralt. I wouldn’t be here today if it wasn’t for you.”

Geralt smiles, pulling Jaskier into a quick, last hug, taking a step back afterwards, trying to create the distance he isn’t feeling. “So, this is goodbye, then, I suppose.”

Jaskier looks at him for a couple of seconds. “Doesn’t have to be,” he whispers.

He sighs, pushing away the hope that flares up in his chest. “It’s not right. It’s not professional.”

“Damn professionalism,” Jaskier spits out, impossible blue eyes suddenly furious. “I like you and I’m pretty sure you like me.” The fight leaves him as quickly and suddenly as it came, and his shoulders slump a bit. “Please. Give us a chance?”

Geralt hesitates, still. 

“Come on.” Jaskier grins at him. “I’m just a poor, crippled little boy, you can’t say no to me.”

Geralt can’t help but grin. “You’re not crippled. And you’re certainly not a little boy.” He sighs. “But alright, fine, I’ll... I’ll think about it.” He doesn’t need to, he knows, every fiber in his body screaming ‘yes’ a million times a second, but he’ll need some time to make sure there’s a distance between ‘Jaskier, the patient’ and ‘Jaskier, the man he loves’, and that he leaves the first Jaskier behind him. 

“Alright,” Jaskier, the man he loves, whispers, before stepping a bit closer, pressing a note into Geralt’s palm. “Call me when you’re ready, love.” 

Geralt smiles. “I will.” He closes his fingers around the note, resists the urge to hold it against his wildly beating heart.

Jaskier leans up and forward, pressing a sot kiss against Geralt’s cheek, before stepping back. “Hopefully until soon.” He smiles at Geralt one last time, before turning around, heading for the door, bag over his shoulder, crutches in hand, Geralt’s heart in his palms. 

Geralt watches the man he loves leave, but he knows this isn’t the end, knows he can’t deny his love for Jaskier enough for it to be. He reaches his hand up, note with Jaskier’s number still clutched in his palm, pressing it against his chest. 

“Until soon”, he whispers.