“If I Can Get Them To This Place Where Their Relationship And That Romance Is Central To The Plot,

“Ah yes. Me. My boyfriend. And his deadly toxin breathing 500 pound nundu.”

I'm gay

no cops at pride just tessa thompson and her massive guns

Me on a daily basis

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"Jaskier teaches the Witchers how to accept affection and soft touches" headcanons are so 2020, and they always paint the Witchers as inept, uncivilised or animalistic. Silly, stupid Witcher can't do the most basic, human thing, and that is to show love. It leaves a bitter taste in my mouth and I wish it was relegated to early naïve fandom where it belongs.

How about the Witchers showing Jaskier what real love looks like - platonic and romantic? Jaskier has a superficial understanding built from fantasy, yet it's still somehow chained to the requirements of his society and background. Jaskier doesn't know how to love in any way other than how his society has taught him is acceptable, and he leaves broken hearts in his wake because he can't even do that bit right.

I think it's time to explore how Witchers know damn well how to express affection between themselves, but humans are just a whole different ball game. Humans are unreliable, flighty, mired in politics and societal prejudices that Witchers simply Do Not have space for. Witchers know the meaning of love and they know the meaning of loss, which makes their love for each other all the more powerful.

I'm going to love you even though I know I could lose you tomorrow, because life is short, and cruel, and you're a light in the darkness.

Geralt, Eskel and Lambert embrace readily. They express fondness for each other. They rough house, drink and laugh. Depending on what you ship, it's plausible their first intimate experiences were with each other. Because who else are you going to explore that with in a deadly military boot camp where you're treated as less than dirt? Where there's every likelihood that the only soft touch you get is a forehead bonk under threadbare covers?

They all have a complex relationship with Vesemir, but the foundation? It's love. Be that fatherly, or as a mentor, or respect as a fellow Witcher.

Witchers know how to love. They love fiercely, readily, and in their own way. But you have to earn it.

this is my favorite warrior cats quote 

Bucky knowing at least 31 languages according to CACW, super serum brain enhancements and the fact he learned Xhosa in Wakanda, leads me to believe he must have the fucking gnarliest of language blurring. You know when you can't seem to figure out how to word something in one language so you skip over to a different one but wait no one knows that...

I also don't think English would be Bucky's default language anymore. It's his birth language, sure, but Russian is probably the language he defaults to now after 80 years right?

So if Bucky's ever delirious for whatever reason, extreme tiredness, magic, super drugs or whatever who knows, do we think he talks in the most insane blend of languages, does he say a sentence in Japanese then switch to Korean and then to Polish, do we think he'd point blank say "I'm sorry I don't speak English" in English to his English speaking friends or teammates because he thinks in Russian and about fifteen other languages before he gets to English, and then goes "oh wait I do" or...?

thinking about anastasia trusova paintings again

"what diet are you doing? I wish I could loose weight as fast as you, youre so thin!"

Oh Thanks! yeah it's uhhh... *looks at scratchy writing on palm* Medicine Side Effects, Clinical Depression and the constant violent nausea that keeps haunting my waking hours:)

I identify as a villain because I'm already queer-coded and don't feel like being the quirky best friend who dies for motivation.

me holding a gun to a mushroom: tell me the name of god you fungal piece of shit

mushroom: can you feel your heart burning? can you feel the struggle within? the fear within me is beyond anything your soul can make. you cannot kill me in a way that matters

me cocking the gun, tears streaming down my face: I’M NOT FUCKING SCARED OF YOU