#THIS IS THE HILL I DIE ON APARENTLY

[fullofvexation]

Vfx artists watching directors/creators brag about how the show they worked on for months is “mostly practical effects”

[sirius-lives]

Literally my only consistent opinion since 2015 regarding the mcu is ✨they did aaron taylor johnson dirty ✨

[alicentsgf]

To me nothing is funnier than Daemyra stans beeing like "yeah but Nettles could also have been his daughter" like honey sweetie baby if the relationship between an 50year old man and an 16-20ish young girl/women is described from one outsider as lovers and from another outsider as father/daughter than there is something truly wrong there...this is not the take you think it is....funny how they chose that as a hill to die on....not to mention that Rhaenyra aparently did believe them to be lovers...and wanted Nettles dead....

oh my god Yes. and this is my thing right... fire and blood isnt even really subtle about them being lovers?

idk why people are clinging onto this vague suggestion of her being his daughter (as if daemon ever showed That much interest in his daughters lmao. hes not going to suddenly turn into father of the year because Nettles is /special/.) it was literally only the maester at maidenpool, the same one that ratted rhaenyra out to daemon, who said it was a father/daughter attachment. like... even if he did the right thing by our 21st century understanding of it all, in-world he would have said whatever he could to make himself look more justified in committing treason. what better way than to say rhaenyra read the situation wrong?

and yes the show could always change things. but just in what world, in the hotd canon we're getting so far, would it make sense for daemon to not just immediately admit to rhaenyra that nettles is his kid as soon as he knew? she knows daemons history its not like that would be a big deal. rhaenyra has bastards too and nettles would be too old to have been born during their marriage. if they have rhaenyra look even more stupid and engineer this into a 'misunderstanding' just to make daemon look better i will turn to violence.

this is gonna come at the d*emyra stans like a train waving flags and sounding horns and they're still going to act shocked when it hits them istg

[jackoshadows]

Here goes a theory I stumbled upon and couldnt believe existed: so aparently George has said in some interview somewhere that "the magic side of asoiaf is the least important and what matters is the real relations between the people of the story" and.... this led to the person concluding that all magic people/people who perform any supernatural power will come to die until the end of the books and that will mean peace will finally reign in westeros. Also, the person considered the way Jon would stay alive despite having some magic of rhollor in himself.

Im still trying to process this theory. Thoughts?

George has said in some interview somewhere that "the magic side of asoiaf is the least important and what matters is the real relations between the people of the story"

Really? I have never come across fantasy writer George RR Martin saying that the magic is the least important part of his story. Can someone send me this interview.

I have read this one though:

And it is important that the individual books refer to the civil wars, but the series title reminds us constantly that the real issue lies in the North beyond the Wall. Stannis becomes one of the few characters fully to understand that, which is why in spite of everything he is a righteous man, and not just a version of Henry VII, Tiberius or Louis XI. 

And this one:

Tommy’s me … but no more than all the others. Robb is me in “Song for Lya,” as Dirk is me in Dying of the Light … though Arkin Ruark and Jaan Antony in that one are both me as well. Abner Marsh is me, as his proud sidewheeler Fevre Dream is the excursion boat to Far Rockaway, only the passengers drink blood instead of Kool-Aid. Sandy Blair is J-school me, Peter Norten is chess club me, Kenny Dorchester is me trying to lose weight. Holt in “The Stone City,” he’s the kid lying in the grass, staring up at distant stars. Trager is me on a dark night of the soul, bleeding poison from three wounds named Josie, Laurel, Rita. Jon Snow has me in him, and Sam Tarly. The women too, Lyanna and Shaara, and the girls, Arya and Adara … Daenerys Stormborn, searching for that house with the red door. And Tyrion Lannister? Oh, yes. The Imp is me in spades, the horny little bastard.” 

And this one:

The best fantasy is written in the language of dreams. It is alive as dreams are alive, more real than real … for a moment at least … that long magic moment before we wake.

Fantasy is silver and scarlet, indigo and azure, obsidian veined with gold and lapis lazuli. Reality is plywood and plastic, done up in mud brown and olive drab. Fantasy tastes of habaneros and honey, cinnamon and cloves, rare red meat and wines as sweet as summer. Reality is beans and tofu, and ashes at the end. Reality is the strip malls of Burbank, the smokestacks of Cleveland, a parking garage in Newark. Fantasy is the towers of Minas Tirith, the ancient stones of Gormenghast, the halls of Camelot. Fantasy flies on the wings of Icarus, reality on Southwest Airlines. Why do our dreams become so much smaller when they finally come true?

We read fantasy to find the colors again, I think. To taste strong spices and hear the songs the sirens sang. There is something old and true in fantasy that speaks to something deep within us, to the child who dreamt that one day he would hunt the forests of the night, and feast beneath the hollow hills, and find a love to last forever somewhere south of Oz and north of Shangri-La.

They can keep their heaven. When I die, I’d sooner go to middle Earth.

[gingeraletriplex]

Betrayed - Chapter One

1 year ago was the day that I witnessed my parents die at the hands of Lord Voldemort. I can remember the way he stared down at my parents as they begged for their lives, the sounds of their screams when Voldemort had raised his wand to their faces and pronounced them dead by his own fingers. I was tucked away under one of the desks my father worked at, my hands had clenched onto the leg of the chair I had been squeezed behind for hours.

2 years later I’m now old enough to truly understand everything. My acceptance letter had come in one summer evening to attend Hogwarts, school of witchcraft and wizardry. This was my chance to get revenge on who deserved it. The day I had to leave my small home, the house elf Tricky had come to me to tell me that it was time to go. I had been sitting on the side of my four-poster bed for almost 2 hours before I had actually gotten up. I looked up at the small meek house elf that stood at my large wooden door and slipped off the side of the bed. I walked toward her slowly, turning my head and stopping where I was to look at the two small portraits of my parents that rested on my dark oak wood dresser. I lowered my head in respect to them and left my room. Tricky closed the door behind me and walked with me down to the main entrance. My home was a mansion but not a big one. It had a large marble staircase that led to the main doorway that had to be at least 12 feet tall. Tricky with her magic opened the door and let me walk through, my suitcase with all my belongings were floating behind me and following my steps. I got into a dark brown and black carriage and it started off, in front were two thestrals. Rumor had it that wizards who had seen the dead could see them, they were fascinating creatures but their reputation is ill. The carriage had soon come to a halt and the train to Hogwarts stood tall on its rusty train tracks. I got out of the carriage and took in a deep breath of the fresh air and train smoke. As I walked to the train, I looked up to see a few other students coming onto the train from this stop. I observed them, brown hair, tall, looks like an asshole, blonde hair, kind of tall, definitely an asshole. I seemed to chuckle at my own thoughts and got onto the train. I walked down the train and looked for an empty  compartment for me to sit in. Eventually I found one and sat down, I looked out the window before seeing an Owl fly by, a big one. It was my Owl Henderson, Henderson flew by just to signal he was to meet me at Hogwarts which I was thankful for.

The train ride was long and tiring, by the time all the students were picked up it was already nightfall. I had witnessed the sun set and rested my head on my hand against the window as I watched the sun fall behind the hill far out in the distance. Once everyone had arrived at Hogwarts, I got up from my seat and headed out the door. I opened the compartment door as students ran past me in excitement, I just sat there and watched for a while wondering why everyone was in such a hurry. Eventually, the hoard of students slowed down and it was mostly the older students coming from the 6th year compartment. I stepped out behind some of the girls and listened to them quietly, I never meant to but they were talking in a very obnoxious manner. “I heard that Duncan was with Lillian over the summer.” One girl said, the others giggling in response. “I thought Duncan was with Susan!” Another one exclaimed, the girl then laughed a little. “Aparently, Lillian has made a love potion on her free time with some stolen ingredients from Professor Snape’s cupboard.” The girls then gasped, I was sick of the conversation and pushed past the three girls. One huffed while the other furrowed her brows angrily. “Watch where you’re going twerp!” She yelled out, I ignored them and kept walking. “What a brat!” The girl says as she and her friends kept walking to the school.

When every first  year had finally gathered in front of a large rustic gold doorway, a tall slender yet old woman stood at the top of the stairs that led to the door awaiting all the students to gather. “Gather ‘round, gather ‘round.” She says with her thick accent and her arms lifting up and motioning the students to come closer. Everyone had gathered close to the lady so they could all get a good listen at what she had to say, the lady looked at the ball of students and turned around to possibly go and check on something. I somehow managed to get in the front area, standing on the far right of all the students. I heard some talking back and forth and all the students grew quiet. “So it’s true then, what they’re saying on the train. Harry Potter has come to Hogwarts.” ‘oo’s’ and ‘ahh’s’ came from the cluster of students as a blonde boy emerged from the crowd of people. “This is crabbe, and this is Goyel.” He pointed to the two boys behind him, upon closer investigation those were the boys I had seen previously getting on the train; and just by his voice he sounded like he was just a major snob. 

“I’m Malfoy… Draco, Malfoy.” He says with confidence in his voice, my body was leaning against the pillar I stood next to as I watched this conversation go down. The small meek boy with dark brown hair looked at the blonde hair, the redhead standing behind the boy with brown hair. ‘Which is assumed to be Harry Potter’ snickered. Draco’s head almost snapped to the boy and that cheeky grin on his face was gone. “You think my name’s funny do you?” He says as he turns his small skinny body to the redhead. “No need to ask for yours… red hair, and a hammy down robe. You must be a weasley.” The redhead’s head went down, he looked at the ground then to Harry. “Some wizarding families are better than others. I can help you there.” Draco put his hand out to shake Harry into a contract of friendship, if you want to call it that. “I think I can tell the wrong sort for myself, thanks.” Harry backed down on the contract with Draco. Before Draco could do or say anything, the professor had returned. I almost let out a loud snicker, it was quiet enough for no one to hear but those big ears of Draco clearly picked it up with his quick head turn toward me, our eye contact lasted only a few seconds and I already felt sick to my stomach. His look made me want to just turn around and hurl on the group of students that were standing behind me.

When everyone finally was able to get inside of the room that was blocked off by two grand doors that stood at least 30 feet tall, the room on the other side was beautiful. Floating candles swiftly swaying up and down in the sky with a bewitched ceiling that looked like a night sky, walls with mounted sculptures of a lion, raven, snake, and a badger that lined up from the front of the room to the back. Long tables that were accompanied by benches laid on the floor that stretched from the door to the table in the back that was occupied by much older people and to be presumed the teachers of the school. In front of the table where the teacher’s sat, was a stool with an old looking hat that had to be a few hundred years old. A young girl in the front can be heard whispering to herself about the hat. 

Once everyone had gathered in the front, the professor who introduced herself as Professor McGonagall stood next to the stool. “I will call you all out one at a time, you will sit here and the sorting hat will then sort you into your house.” A few people went up, Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Gryffindor, Gryffindor, Slytherin, Ravenclaw, Ravenclaw. It felt like this was never going to end…. “ ____ Craw.” My head picked up quickly as my name was called out, I walked up the small flight of stairs and sat on the chair. Disgust fell over me when the dirty old hat touched my hair. “Hmmm… Cunning aren’t you. Here to become the strongest… Brave…. Witty… Hmmm..” The hat spoke, I was just waiting for this to all be over. “SLYTHERIN!” The table that was full of students wearing green robes cheered. I got up off the stool and walked to the tables of cheering students assuming it’s where I was supposed to go. Draco from earlier saw me walking toward the desk and yelled at a student next to him to move over. He quickly raised his hand to catch my attention, knowing his attitude I rolled my eyes and sat on the farthest end from where he was and looked at a girl who sat in front of me. She had long black hair that was so curly that if she had straightened it, her hair would be touching the ground like Rapunzel. Her bright green eyes pierced into mine, she lifted her hand. “I’m Isabella. She says with a slight sour taste to her tone, I liked it. I smiled and shook her hand. “___.” Isabella smiled with a slight evil smirk at the end, but not in a ‘I'm going to betray you and be the worst friend.’ but in a ‘we are about to cause some chaos together.’ type of smile which made me like her and the new blossoming friendship even more.

After the first feast with the entirety of the school, everyone was sent to their dorms. Me and my new friend Isabella walked next to each other as we walked, I could feel the aura emitting from us and loved it. Everyone stared in fear as we walked with confidence and a bit of darkness circling around us, the attention was amazing and I knew that if people feared me then I would be left alone for my studies. However, the attention of one student was unwanted. Draco Malfoy. He saw my wall of hating people and him more specifically was a challenge and not something he should realize and avoid since he knew I wanted nothing to do with him. When everyone got to the dorm, Draco had almost immediately come up to me and Isabella. “I’m Draco Malfoy, and you are?” I scoffed. “With those big ears I thought you’d hear Professor McGonagall call out my name.” My response made his face red with embarrassment and the stupid smirk he always had on his face faded once more. “How dare you speak to me like that, I only came over here to befriend you and you treat me with such disrespect!’ He exclaimed, catching a lot of eyes and ears in the conversation. “You earn respect, and the way you treated me just now and others shows you aren’t worthy of said respect…” If it was possible, steam would have been shooting out of his ears and providing everyone in the room with a whiff of hot air from his head. He stormed off, he didn’t care that I rejected his friendship proposal but everyone else who was a part of his little posse was not happy with me and thought I was the rudest witch there were to ever be. “Man, I don’t think I’ve ever seen anyone shut down Malfoy that hard. You must have some powers I don’t know of.” Isabella says as we start our venture up to the dorm rooms. “He’s just an insecure boy, he acts all confident to fool other people but I’m not one to be fooled easily.” As we walked to the dorms, I opened the door. Isabella gave the girl I was rooming with one mean look and she left. “Oh look! Space opened in your dorm, guess I’ll have to stick with you.” She says with a cheeky grin, I smirked at her and nodded. “Good.”

Everyone then went to sleep that night, it was nice and peaceful at night. The sounds of owls flying by and the wind blowing against the windows. The sound of crickets and other types of nature all together made it so easy to fall asleep… 

[regalmadness]

BATMAN PSA

Guys I found an old computer while I was cleaning and I decided to start it up see what was on it so I could maybe sell it later and I found this bitch

Curious bc believe me I cannot begin to possibly imagine what attrocities I couldve wrote to save it as: "BATMAN - DELETE LATER" I mean the clue was on the name and thats what scared me because not only had I filed it with the "DELETE LATER" tag, which sends shivers down my spine as I think about the implications of the tag itself but I click on propeties to find out when did this happen as I have absolutely no recollection of creating this bitch and GUYS

It was created Sunday march 13, 2016 at 10:02 pm...

Shaking I try to remember what the flying fuck I couldve possibly been doing that cold Sunday evening that couldve led me to create such monstocity, fearfull I brace myself for whats to come once I open it and reveal whatever it is this haunted file contains

AND GUYS

It suddenly hits me, that awful sense of recollection like one of those Ratattouille/Thats so raven moments when Time slaps you in the face and all you can do is roll with the blow and let it show you.

Apparently 2016 me had a lot of feelings about Batman because she was on tumblr that night as she usually was most nights, she was in this godforsaken site as she scrolled and stumbled upon a post that basically was calling batman a basic bitch and an empty character who lacked depth that is not as Iconic as Iron man and such. And you can Imagine how I felt, since I grew up with batman as my hero and dc comics basically shaped my childhood as did many others, well, the ones from my generation, we grew up watching the superfrinds or justice league/JLU, teen titans and much more. So aparently I snaped bc how dare they call my bitch basic?! Nuh-uh, Hell no! Not in my house, so apparently I snaped in such a way I decided to rant not only in english but also in spanish, because by the gods I would make sure the whole world could understand that Batman could never lack depth or be basic, infact he is the most extra mf there is, and thats what makes him iconic, he is without a doubt a 100% THAT BITCH and this is the hill 2016 y/o me died on and is the one I, presentself will die on, nothing but respect for my emo bitch.

[theburialofstrawberries]

Aparently our centrist media is comparing the farmer protests to the capitol hill storming....really want to lock myself in a giant dark wardrobe until I die or whenever Indian anglophone society stops using American cultural schema to understand its politics, whichever comes first

[crackedoutgiraffe]

To the Moon and Back

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11

A/N: Chapter 12

You and Spencer’s first date was tonight. At work, for the past week, you and Reid would sneakily catch each other’s eye. You both decided that telling the team wasn’t the best idea. You would eventually tell them, you just wanted to be sure this would work before getting their hopes up. You had planned for a date for two weeks prior but that was interrupted by a case.

“Hey,” Reid and you were leaving the office at the same time that night. “ I’ll be at your apartment around 7.”

“How fancy should I dress?” Reid wouldn’t tell you where he was taking you.

“I would say pretty fancy,” he smirked in your direction. 

“Can you please tell me where we’re going?” You pleaded, you hated surprises.

“Nope,” he put emphasis on the P. 

The elevator doors opened and you walked out, “I guess I’ll assume you’re going to kidnap me then,” you turned to him and shrugged. You walked off and heard him scoff. 

When you got to your car, you squealed like a little girl. You were finally going on a date with him. You had been hoping this would happen since you joined the team a month ago. You quickly drove to your apartment to get ready. You took a shower to wash off the sweat from work today. You were going to wear the dress that Rossi gave you and the shoes you’d bought. Your makeup was very glam and your hair was curled. 

The doorbell interrupted you putting on your makeup. You were simply in a robe, you hadn’t put your dress on yet. You opened the door to see Spencer standing in a suit with a bouquet of roses, “You look nice.” 

“These are for you,” he handed you the pink roses.

The roses smelled like heaven, “these are my favorite, how did you know?” 

“I heard you talking about them to Garcia,” he stood there with a smile on his face.

“Oh, come in, I'm sorry,” you had completely forgot that you were still in a robe. “I haven’t finished getting ready yet.”

“I’m a little early,” he walked inside and looked around your apartment.

You gestured to the couch, “Make yourself comfortable, I should be done in a minute.” You walked back to your bedroom, but left the door open. You felt bad for leaving him by himself for so long. You were done with your makeup in the next five minutes. You put on your dress and entered the living room, “Are you ready?” He seemed to jump when you entered.

“You look...wow,” he was completely flustered with your appearance.

“Thank you,” you grabbed your keys and your gun.

“Right this way,” he opened the door for you, he followed you out and you locked the door. The two of you walked down the hallway and to your car. He gave you directions while you drove. You eventually arrived at Masseria in downtown DC. 

“Reservation for Spencer,” he told the hostess.

She looked up his name in her tablet, “Right this way, sir,” she grabbed two menus and led you to your table. 

Reid pulled your chair out for you, “thank you,” you sat down and he walked to the other side of the table. The waitress set the menus on the table and offered the two of you wine, you both declined. Eventually, the two of you ordered your food. He ordered the steak and you ordered the ravioli. During the dinner, you two made conversation. You talked about your time so far at Quantico and how you were liking the job, you talked about what you both studied in college. The waitress came back and asked if you would like dessert and you both declined. By nine, Reid was ready to go. He paid the check and you left. 

You started the car and were starting to go back to your apartment but Reid gave you instructions to a different place. In the heart of DC, he had you pull over and park the car. You were outside of a little ice cream shop. 

“I figured you would want to get dessert for less than $100,” he smiled as you got out of the car. 

You pointed at his suit, “aren’t we a little overdressed?”

“Who cares?” he walked over to the driver’s side and offered you his elbow. You interlocked your arm with his. 

You walked into the little ice cream parlor and strolled along the counter for a bit. They had 20 flavors by your count. “Can I have three scoops of the chocolate chip cookie dough?” You asked the older man working the counter, he nodded at your request and started to make your order. You walked over to the cash register and pulled out your credit card. 

“I’ll have three scoops of the pistachio,” Reid pointed at the green ice cream.

“Coming right up,” the old man put your ice cream by the cash register, and started to work on your order. It didn’t take him long to come back to the cash register where Reid had joined you. 

“Is that for here or to go?” The man looked at you two for a response. 

You opened your mouth to speak but Reid beat you to it, “to go.”

“Alright, that’ll be $10,” you handed the man your credit card. Reid went to grab his wallet but you stopped him before he could. 

You two grabbed your ice cream and got back into the car. You handed him your ice cream and started your car. He gave you more directions that eventually lead you to a hill overlooking all of DC. 

“Wow,” you stopped the car and admired the view for a minute before you heard Reid’s door open. You too got out of the car and followed him, he still had your ice cream in hand. You both walked to a part of the overlook where you could sit down. He handed you your ice cream and you both started to eat. 

“Truth or dare?” he asked you. 

“Truth,” you smiled at his game.

“How many boyfriends have you had?”

You cleared your throat, “one,” that was a really odd question for him to ask. “Truth or dare?”

“Truth,” he smiled. 

“Who is your favorite among the team?” You wanted to know who he felt safe with. 

“Morgan, he’s always had my back,” he seemed choked up about it. “Truth or dare?”

“Dare.”

“Really?”

You scoffed at his reply, “My friends and I played this a lot in college, you don’t want to know some of the things I did.”

“Alright then,” he smiled, “I dare you to eat the biggest scoop of ice cream you can.”

“That’s it?” It was kind of a stupid dare, “Ok,” you took a giant spoonful of ice cream and put it in your mouth. He was looking for you to get a brain freeze and you did, but you had trained yourself to not show a reaction to those sorts of things.

“Really? No reaction,” he seemed surprised at your straight face.

You finished eating your giant spoonful, “I don’t react to brain freezes,” you took another bite, “or lemon juice.”

“The phenomenon of a brain freeze is common enough to have been the subject of research published in the British Medical Journal and Scientific American. A study conducted by Maya Kaczorowski demonstrated a higher incidence of headache in subjects consuming an ice cream sample quickly, in less than 5 seconds, vs. those who consumed slowly, taking longer than 30 seconds, 27% and 12%, respectively,” he started to ramble.

“Reid,” you snapped him out of his rambling, “Truth or dare?”

“Truth.”

“What is your deepest darkest fear?” you leaned toward him.

“I guess it would be not being able to help people,” his face reflected feelings of sadness, “I’ve been trying to help people since I was young, and if I couldn’t do that I don’t know what I would do with my life.”

“That’s deep,” you laid down on the grass and looked up at the stars.

“Truth or Dare?” he laid down with his head next to yours but his feet in the opposite direction.

“Truth,” you sighed, the stars made you feel safe, that along with Spencer.

“What is your biggest regret?”

“I went on a trip in 2003 and while I was gone my grandma died,” a tear rolled down your cheek. “Before I left my dad told me that I could either stay and watch her die, or go on the trip.”

“I’m sorry,” He turned to look at you. “My dad left me and my mom when I was younger.”

You turned to look at him, “I’m sorry.” You felt a hand running through your hair. The two of you laid there and watched the stars for an hour or so, “Reid, stand up.” The two of you stood up.

“What’s wrong?” he was really nervous, after all you were so peaceful before.

You walked over to your car and started it, “nothing’s wrong,” you gestured for him to go back to the spot where the two of you were laying down. You connected your phone to the bluetooth and started to play ‘In the wee small hours of the morning’ by Frank sinatra.

“What are you doing?” He had a smile on his face.

“I’ve always wanted to do this,” you walked up to him and wrapped your arms around his neck.

He wrapped his arms around your waist and the two of you started to sway back and forth. You rested your head on his chest. The two of you danced for what seemed like a minute, but was really two hours. The fact that your car battery didn’t die was shocking. Eventually you two laid down on the ground. You put your head on his chest and he ran his fingers through your hair.

“There’s Orion's belt,” he pointed up at the sky.

“Cassiopeia,” you pointed at the W shaped constellation.

“Perseus.”

“Taurus,” this was a competition now.

“Gemini.”

“Auriga,” you pointed.

“Canis Major.”

“Pyxis,” I took astronomy class, bitch.

“Antilla.”

“Corvus,” you now see why people say that you’re too competitive.

“Crater.”

“Virgo,” your star sign.

“Libra.”

“Serpens Caput.”

“Hercules.

“Lyra,” this one was harder to find.

“Cepheus.”

“Ursa Minor”

“Ursa Major.

“Camelopardalis.”

“Lynx.”

You pointed at the stick figure, “Cancer.”

“Hydra.”

“Sextans.”

“Leo.”

“Leo Minor.”

“Bootes.”

“Draco.”

“Canas Venatici.”

“Alright,” you sat up from his chest, “you win.”

“Are you ready to go home?”

You yawned, “Yeah, it’s getting late.”

He stood up and offered you his hand to help you stand up, “I’ll drive.” He held his hands out for the keys.

“Thank you,” you yawned again and tossed him the keys. You got into the passenger seat. The drive down the hill was uneventful. Spencer would look over at you every once in a while. Eventually you fell asleep in the car. Spencer noticed this and turned the radio down. He smiled at your sleeping self. When he got to your apartment, he parked the car and walked over to the passenger side. He grabbed you and carried you bridal style up to your apartment. When you woke up you were in the elevator, still in Spencer’s arms. He smiled down at you and you snuggled into his chest. When he got to your door, he set you on your feet. You grabbed your keys and opened the door.

“Thank you for tonight,” you gave him a sleepy smile.

“Thank you for being a wonderful person to take on a date,” he smiled at you and started to walk down the hall.

“Hey, Spence,” he turned around at the sound of your voice. “Truth or dare?”

“Dare,” he started to walk back to you, standing in your doorway.

“Kiss me,” you stood up straight. You felt his lips hit yours and you immediately closed your eyes and wrapped your arms around his neck. You stayed in the passionate kiss for about three minutes, before he pulled away.

“Goodnight, Y/N,” Reid started to walk down the hallway toward the elevator. You entered your apartment and fell on your couch, completely dazed from the magical experience. 

[bi-lullaby]

You know I need to know your view on this important issue: which Hogwarts houses would you sort these Grey's characters into?! Meredith, Lexie (I often see her sorted as Hufflepuff but to me she's a total Ravenclaw!), Cristina, April, Callie, Jo, Arizona, Izzie, Maggie, Amelia, Alex, Derek, Mark, Jackson, George, and any other GA character you might want to sort :) I'm sending this to a couple of people, and you should feel free to as well!

Ok so first thank you so much for your excellent asks! Secondly, I feel like I must define what the sorting hat does: It looks not only at what you are, but also at what you value! Hence why Hermione is a Gryffindor! Lets get on to it:

(it got ridiculously long omg so here’s a read more)

Meredith: Gryffindor. I’m not 100% sold on it, but I think it’s what makes more sense. Notice that most of her monologues in the introduction and the end of episodes are basically pep talks to be braver, bolder, more daring. She values fighting and fighters (all her talks to Jo prove that), and thinks “that knowing is better than wondering, that waking is better than sleeping, and even the biggest failure, even the worst, beat the hell out of never trying.“. I feel like Hufflepuff is a strong contestant, for “the most loyal person” Amelia knows, who latches on to people and ideas and will go down swinging for them, but if we value the duality being-valuing, Gryffindor comes out winning. Plus, her undeniable recklessness (although I’ll die on the hill her thing is less “don’t care about consequences’’ and moe “I’ll do it regardless of the consequences scaring me because I think it’s worth it”) and bullheadedness are extra compelling for the Lions.

Lexie: If I’m being quite honest, I don’t have a formed opinion on her. I don’t think we know enough about Lexie, for all the love dished out her way. She existed in relation to her relationships with others, which is sad because she had potential. One thing that bugs me is that people think her “photographic memory” means she’s super smart (which is not to say she isn’t, but those two things are not synonyms) and thus, a Ravenclaw by default (not saying this is your case but it bugs me). I feel like Hufflepuff is a good choice for the “sweet cinnamon roll, too good for this world, too pure” archetype she has going on, but something about the way she’s “flighty” on her relationship with Mark makes me take a step back. Although with more careful consideration, it does fit. The way she chased Meredith for so long without giving up, George, even in her deathbed, using up her energy to try and be found, and when she knew there was no way, making sure the two people she loved the most (Mark and Meredith) knew she loved them.

Cristina: Slytherin. She’s a pretty good definition of what the house stands for. Ambition? Do I even need to start? “Or perhaps in Slytherin,You'll make your real friends, these cunning folks use any means to achieve their ends.” Notice how she gravitated towards Meredith, the most “ruthless” and “ambitious” out of their intern year group (besides Cristina herself ofc). On the flip-side, I feel like it might be adorable to put her in Hufflepuff (she was the most hard-working, after all) but I don’t think an 11 year old Cristina would accept being lumped in with “the loser house” (not that it is, but some people think it is).

April: Hufflepuff.She’s determined and a hardworker, she sticks by what she believes in, she’s incredibly loyal. A puff!

Callie: Gryffindor. I feel like it fits so well with her motiff.

Jo: Slytherin. Baby gurl had a goal in mind to get herself out of the bad life she had, and she did. Plus, self-preservation tot he point it backfires.

Arizona: Gryffindor. her whole “good man in a storm” theme, the conversation surrounding George going to war, everything about Arizona is finding courage and bravery to go on.

Izzie: Huffepuff. She’s loyal, she’s hadworking, it’s a good fit.

Maggie: Ravenclaw. She’s smart, and she values smarts. The whole math contest with the little girl who was a genius? Her whole relationship with Jackson? Her (aparent) arc of being in love with surgery? Classic Ravenclaw.

Amy: Definetly Gryffindor. She and Mer share a lot of characteristics about this. I almost said Ravenclaw, but I remembered her speech about how life will find an out and that recklessness is her whole character definition and I was sold. Poor Maggie stuck between her two Gryffindor sisters!

Alex: Ravenclaw. He’s very creative and a problem solver, but also “lazy”/”accommodated” in a way that I associate with not being sufficiently stimulated creatively (see that that disappears when put in a stress situation, like with Pac North, or having to come up with something for a patient). He values inventive, innovative and “out-of-the-box thinkers” a lot. Also that little flash of his childhood with his mom about wanting to see how a doorknob worked and not resting until he put it back together. That’s very Alex. He’d be that Ravenclaw kid that’d give the door the most ridiculous answers with the most “fuck off” tone and get in.

Derek: That one’s a challange because, as I have said, Derek doesn’t interest me. Eps and scenes about him made me bored, so I won’t claim to have is a deep understanding of his character. I know he values Meredith’s strength and determination, I know he worked hard to solve problems and took on impossible cases, so I feel he could go either way. I’m gonna say Slytherin because the impossible case thing seems like a desire to prove himself in a way, plus he is indeed very cunning and uses whatever means he has to to achieve his goals.

Mark: I kinda wanna say Hufflepuff (which is a bit ironic for a known cheater). His sticking by with Derek, the way he held onto Addison, then Lexie, the way he was so focused on being a good parent in all the times he was put in that situation, I feel it’s fitting.

Jackson: He says he’s a Gryffindor and tbh I feel it fits so off we go.

George: Gryffindor. He’s brave, no doubt, and he values bravery a lot (the whole “be a doer” thing). He’s a good version of Peter Pettigrew if we are sticking with the Harry Potter worldview.

Thanks for the question, again!

[just-an-enby-lemon]

Freeze isn't a huge part of the story as the end of Arkham Knight he agrees to leave the town, give up on recreating the cure (as Nora asked him for) and life Nora's last days with her. He isn't happy over this new vigilante using fear toxin as a weapon for sure and even after Nora passing is reluctant to come back to Gotham.

That being said after Nora passing he is directionless and while he has a job opportunity on Star Labs he isn't sure if he wants it. He justnis grieving. I do belive he would met my wondering trio (Nyssa, Jason and Damian) as they need someone to help them with Jason being injected with some sort of poison while fighting one of the remaining Ra's Al Guhl loyalists. He does his best to help and in the process bonds with little Damian as they are both grieving the loss of loved ones. This makes so he acepts the job and also offers his contacts and aid as long as the group wants wich turns him into a very powerfull ally and sorta of uncle for two young adults and a little kid.

Yeah. Freeze got the nice end of the stick.

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Arkham Knight does not ends well for Eddie at all. His factory (and where he was living) and robots were destroyed, Selina stoled all his money, his mental state hitted rock bottom, he is in jail and I think his last scene on the game as being tased.

The only thing Eddie has going for him is that this is my AU and I will die on the hill that more people should make him be frenimies with Duke Thomas. That means he is part of Duke's backstory.

Just like in the comics Duke is smart kid with a hesrth of gold who is inspired by Batman and Robin. His father (because I'm not using the whole his dad is actually a demon thing) used to work for WayneTech and died when Duke was young making so it was only he and his mom for a long time. Once before Edward really lost his mind completly thanks to Arkham being the worst, Riddler took a bank hostage and Duke was there. Duke was fearless and really good with puzzles and not taking Eddie's bulsshit and while AK Riddler would have gonne apopletic early days Riddler was just impressed. So impressed he let the hostages go. Since them little "weird" things happened. Like Duke's mom getting sudently promoted or he passing to a scholarship he never aplied to or some puzzles and books (specially riddle books) being mailed to them for a bunch of differnt Riddler pseudoms. Or even some debts being paid of misteriously when they were in a bad financial place or one of them was really sick. His mother believe it was Bruce Wayne as he used to support them a lot when her husband was still alive. But Duke. He knew. He also noticed that as Eddie got more derranged the little gifts started getting far and far between though never stopping and the riddle books and puzzles were half solved and hided weird non-sensical scribbles. Now Duke is curious and empathetic and after Arkham Asylum he really wants to understand what's going on and why all villans are getting worse when he knows they can be helped. That's when he startes his We Are Robin fórum to help people and dicuss hero activity and villan behavior. Loonie Matchin even tries to recruit him but Duke declines.

The events of Arkham Knight are what really does it from Duke. He has to do something. Specially when the news that the GCPD is just going to send the Rogues to Blackgate until Arkham is rebuld. At this point he does believe Batman is dead and the new fear toxin vigilante is someone different. Unsure what to do. Duke decides to go visit his benefactor. Edward is on a bad shape, he is heavily drugged and bruised and mostlty speaks non-sense and mutters that it isn't fair. Between that and the guard looking at Duke as if he is an evil fanboy who will soon be under bars unsettles the kid but his mother died from the Joker virus. Duke literally has no one else. And even with Riddler arrested and aparently delirious, Duke miraculously got to be amancipated early and recieved a random paycheck and a puzzle book by the guy who invented crosswords. He isn't dumb.

Eddie is completly out but he recognizes the kid for a second and says he is better not be thinking of becoming a Rogue it doesn't end pretly. The guard laughs and says it't the smartest thing Riddler ever said and Duke can't stop thinking that if that's how it ends for everyone than this isn't justice. This is vengeance. And even when he thinks of Harley Quinn and how she was responsable for the vírus spreading and therefor his morrerás death he doesn't want that for her. He wants the city to get better. Is it because Batman is gone or it was always like that? He leaves Blackgate in shock. It's how he decides to become the Signal.

Now I do want things to get better for Edward down the line specially since for the first time in his whole life (at least on the arkhamverse) he has someone who cares for him.

Yay.

Please ask me about my pós-Arkham Knight AU please someone do it

[cescalr]

Fic idea: musical Stalia AU

Y E S

with like, drummer/guitarist Stiles and singer malia who wants to learn how to play an instrument like - I dunno, drums do seem her style, and like - yes yes. 

Or musical, as in musical show? with Stiles and Malia playing the lead roles or Stiles playing a lead role/mal paying a lead role and they start something behind the scenes and the other has to fret about the main having to pretend feels for someone else (Lydia, Scott) ??? y e s

Snippet idea:

Malia has a gig coming up in a few weeks, and she -

Well, okay. Maybe she lied, a tad, about knowing how to play the drums. But this band she's in - it had been her one chance at something bigger than singing at Kylie's birthday party, and though Malia loves her sister - truly - Cora, well, she's a good bio-cousin, and she put in a word with some guy called Stiles, who put in a good word with some girl called Erica, who got her a spot in a band she sort-of manages. Her boyfriend Boyd plays bass, aparently.

Unfortunately, Malia had just found out that her spot was mainly drumming and a little singing - which, fine, except Malia hardly knows how to play the drums and she's a singer, first and foremost. So that's a thing.

"Stiles knows a thing or two," Cora had told her. Erica had repeated much the same sentiment. "He's not part of a band, really, just substitues in for drummers and guitarists on occasion as a favour to me." Erica says. "As an apology."

Apology for what, Malia can't say. Anyway, Kylie's friend Hayden's boyfriend Liam's mentor/personal lacross coach Scott is best friends with Stiles, so he's driving her round to Stiles' on his motorbike.

Man, if her dad knew. He'd go balistic.

Anyway. Malia hears the knock at the door and breezes on past her mother, who winks and smiles in a way that says 'I won't let your dad know, go have fun' because apparently her mother is great. Nice.

Her dad's been a little overprotective ever since that scare a few years back when the roads were icy and the car crashed into a tree on the side of the road. Luck had it that they weren't injured - nobody was in the front passenger seat - and they laughed it off, however uneasy they felt, because - well, they were fine, really.

Malia still hadn't gotten her driver's liscence, but - well. That's a whole other thing entirely.

"Hi, you must be Malia." the guy she assumes to be Scott says. "Yeah," Malia replies. "That's me."

Scott grins at her, nods in the direction of the road out from her house. Living in the middle of the woods isn't bad, really, except for shitty wifi, shitty road access, and it being really cold, like, all the time except for when it's unbearably hot.

Malia rather thinks of herself as a little cold blooded. It's only the tail end of summer, but she's already in autumn clothing - a tank-top, longsleeve shirt, hoodie, jacket. Leggings and shorts and boots and argyle socks.

Malia has her own kinda style. So what if Lydia's a little snide about it sometimes? Malia can deal with the Queen Bee so long as she keeps tutoring her. Not that Lydia would ever let her tell anyone she tutors Malia, but that's neither here nor there.

Anyway, Lydia spends most of her time with the new guy in town who was forcibly resigned from the army after suffering some severe injuries from an explosion. It was all over local news a little while back, but as it stands - Malia hasn't heard gossip about the guy for a while. He works at the Station, even if he isn't an official deputy - Malia thinks it might be pity, but she's not sure. Either way, the Sheriff makes sure he gets a paycheck.

Malia thinks this Stiles guy - who's home from college for the summer, as is Scott and Lydia (Malia goes to the local community college, mostly because her dad would freak if she didn't. Either of her dads.) - is the Sheriff's kid. Cora thinks he's alright (they were a thing a while back, back in high school) but Malia reserves judgment.

"Come on then." Scott says, cheerful and bright - Malia knows why some of her friends gush about him; he's like the fucking sun given human form or some other such poetic bullshit. Kind of her type, but not quite, and besides - he's dating Allison, even if she studies in France. She's learning to take over the family buisness, as far as Malia knows; they're weapons dealers for the government, the Argents, and Malia thinks you need to know quite a lot about guns and the rest to be any good at that. Because - well - the govenment. Fucking hell.

Malia hasn't seen Allison around this summer. Malia sometimes wonders - in that gossipy way teenagers always wonder - if there's a strain on Scott's relationship with her, because Scott's always around this Kira girl and Allison spends a lot of time with this Isaac character, but Malia knows very little, so she can't really say either way.

Malia nods and follows the other young adult (eighteen - he's almost a year younger than her; Malia's one of the oldest in her yeargroup) out onto the dirt path. She takes the offered helmet and mounts the bike behind Scott.

"Hold on," He advises, and they're off.

Malia isn't sure how much she likes motorbikes, really. They're cool to look at, and all, but it feels like you're always a hair's breadth away from crashing and being crushed to death, so Malia rather thinks she doesn't like them - but then, there's the rush of wind on her face and the sheer speed you can get to (although they are staying safely below the legal limit) and there's the fact that they can get places easier than cars can, and Malia returns to being wholly uncertain.

Once they're there, Malia dismounts and returns the helmet. She pats down her hair and says "Thanks,"  to which Scott nods, grins like he's fucking sunshine personified and says "No problem." Malia's almost glad when he's gone, because goddamn. You could get blinded by that shit.

Malia turns and walks up to the door - and then, she's suddenly nervous. She doesn't really want to seem like a utter idiot, but then Malia did lie about being able to play the drums so quite honestly she kind of is, but it was one of those lies you blurt out and immediately regret but will defend 'til your dieing breath.

Malia steadies herself and knocks. Whoever this Stiles guy is, she hopes he's not like some of the other drummers and gutarists she's met - the freelance ones who generally stick to only indie bands and have that god awful over-one-eye emo fringe haircut and about ten death metal t-shirts they switch between regularly, but likely have never actually listend to the bands or songs printed across the front.

Thank fucking god, she thinks when she first register's the appearence of the about-her-age guy who answers the door a few moments later. The next thing she thinks is fuck, he's good looking, because Malia isn't adverse to these sorts of thoughts. Malia doesn't and has never seen why registering a person's level of attractiveness in your own head before anything else could be considered rude - she rather thinks its a compliment (if you think they're pretty, that is) - but whatever. It's not like you're gonna share it immediately anyway, so what's the harm in a little appreciation?

He's a pale guy, but not in the I-never-leave-the-house-wow-so-emo way, more the naturally pale, mole-speckled skin kind of pale. His hair is gelled, because of course it is - Malia doesn't know one guy in Beacon Hills that doesn't do that when their hair is long enough (aside from Liam - but again, the kid is still that; a kid. He'll do it eventually) it's kind of weird - and it's not a bad look, quite frankly. He's got a fairly strong jaw and a lean but - well - strong build, and Malia definitely gets why Cora smirks a lot when she talks about him.

Damn. She's a lucky lady, her cousin.

(They broke up more because they didn't want to have to deal with distance and besides, they weren't the kind of relationship that wanted to last beyond high school. Cora was Stiles only girlfriend, as far as Cora's aware, but she wasn't the only person he'd been with in one way or another.)

"Hi," He says - belatedly, Malia realises he's on the phone. "Hold on - Theo, yeah, man, I get it, your sister's a bitch sometimes, yada yada, this is literally always your fault she's an actual sweetheart - go apologise you ass - Look, there's someone at the door, I gotta go. Bye, dude."

He hangs up and smiles awkwardly at her, rolling his eyes. "My friend's a bit of a jerk sometimes," He says amicably. "Sorry about that. You're Malia, right?" "Yeah." Malia nods. Cora's not the only one Malia knows stories of Stiles from - Heather's an infamous oversharer and Erica was never much better (neither was Catilin, for that matter... but, then, that's what Malia gets for having no tact herself) - but Malia wants to make her own judgment of this guy.

Then again, he is friends with actual saint Scott McCall, (Malia's heard of him saving kittens from trees and volunteering at the hospital and working at the veterinary clinic), so he can't be that bad of a guy.

But then, Malia's pretty certain Theo is Theo Raeken, and Stiles is right; he can be a total jackass. So Malia will hold judgment until she gets to know the guy a little better.

"Come on in," He jerks his head to the side slightly as a gesture for her to follow, then turns and walks inside. Malia enters and closes the door behind herself, before following him upstairs and into his room. It's a little messy, but not that bad, and a lot of the space is taken by his drum kit, while some of the space on his wall is taken by his guitar.

"Make yourself comfortable. It's drumming you need to learn asap, right?" Stiles asks, and Malia nods. "Yeah." "Alright then." He claps his hands and grins at her, infectious. "Let's get started."

[fnaf-sxc]

Could you give me a summary of your AU? Im new here.

Yo! Is kinda long to explain? but, the verse consist in 3 AUs that “connect” each other.

The Fright AU [FNaF 3]

“It’s been 30 years after Freddy Fazbear’s Pizza closed down, the new owner of the franchise decides to make a attraction based of the stories and myths about the old place, a bulding called “Fazbear Fright”.

Things get more excited when the staff discovers a old animatronic from the franchise that will be the main attraction to the hunted house.

What they don’t know is that some things from the past weren’t solved.“

Nightmare World AU [FNaF 4]

“Somewhere, between the real world and death, is a weird and dark place, where

you can see a house on top of a hill.

Every night a kid appear in that house, sometimes a new one, sometimes a old one, they stay in the house for 6 hours, until the day comes and save them from that place.

The problem is, that the kid is not alone. Monsters hang arround this place; big animatronics from a old franchise of a pizzeria, who spend those 6 hours trying to catch the kid, reseting the clock and making him start over again.

This place is called “Nightmare World”.

What is this place? Who are those animatronics and why they attack the kids that come?. A tiny doll called Plushtrap know all those answers.

And no.

Im not going to tell you.”

The Spin Set AU [FNaF SL]

“Welcome to Circus Baby’s Pizza World; a new pizzeria inspired in the classic Freddy Fazbear’s Pizza, introducing 4 original animatronics, built in 2005 by William Afton, they might sound old by the year they were made but their technology can keep the track and give happiness to the childrens, even in 2041.

It’s been seven years since the Fazbear’s Fright burned down, but aparently the “fazbear curse” didn’t die in the fire; this animatronics have a kidnapping system inside them that can’t be removed, they get active at night and move around, sometimes strange figures move through the rooms.

Recently, a murder happen in the underground pizzeria, making the boss of the Circus, Alfred Afton, hire more than one technician to keep the animatronics safe and working.

The missing children’s story had their conclusion, but the Afton’s family story around the pizzeria doesn’t seem to have an end yet".

Each AU got their pages and some links with more detail info, including post that show part of the story, and tags to see interactions ovo/).

The Fright AU happens on the year 2033-2034, built by the daughter of the Boss of Freddy Fazbear’s Pizzeria, the fright guard nicknamed “Dark Dork” has to spend his nights running the attraction, protecting the people from an old animatronic called Springtrap. Springtrap is possessed by the angry spirit of the “Purple guy”, who killed 5 childrens in the original pizzeria and died on prision, he comes back to get some revenge and the spirits of the childrens trapped him on a Spring Bonnie’s suit. Dark Dork has with him an angel that used to be the “Phone Guy” of the original FFP, who has murdered by the purple guy/springtrap when he tried to talk to the boss of the Fright to stop building this place.

Nightmare World AU happens in a parallel timeline/dimention to the one “The Fright” shows, where times doesn’t work the same, is considered a “purgatory” to some animatronics, or a bad nightmare that some kids can have. Here are the nightmare animatronics, who used to be normal animatronics in the “live world” until they went deactivated and appear there, they are welcomed by a tiny bunny plush called Plushtrap, who offer them to make them forget all the bad memories the animatronic used to have (mostly related to their death), if the animatronic accepts, they become a Nightmare Animatronic and all their memories are erased, in possession of the plush, who forces them to attack a kid that appear on the nightmare world often, if the animatronic resist, then Plushtrap torture them with their old memories, 10 times worst. There is a kid that always cries and appear often, lucky for him, there is a fredbear plush that helps him spend the night, making a balance in this “game” that the golden bunny have. The “harmony” changes when Nightmare Fredbear and Nightmare appear, and one of them still got his memory.

The Spin set happens on the year 2041, 7 years after The Fright burned down, Alfred Afton creates a Circus Pizzeria based of one his grandfather used to own on 2005, using the same old cirucs animatronics from him, who had a spin simbol on their cheeks. After a unexpected murder happens, the circus needs new staff, getting on work Sidney [the grandson of the technician of Fredbear/Spring Bonnie, Adrien [the other grandson of William Afton], Eggs Benedict [robotic/retro enthusiast] and Clementine [a mechanical from Fazbear’s Fright].

That’s it in breif? is really complicated to explain all in detail [not touching the M!S, AUs of the AUs and- and the self fanart i use to draw sometimes and- and confuse people with my multishipping shit(?)] @v@ well that- welcome to fnaf-sxc!

[i-write-stories-not-sins-bitch]

Episode 7

So my tumblr just… broke?

I lost what I wrote. But to summarise, Yen is using Ciri. They portaled to the woman’s home from S1 that helped ciri even after she stole the horse from her. And the fire fucker burnt the family alive. And yen’s telling her basically that she has to go to Cintra and is going with he to ‘protect’ her. But she wants her magic back and thinks Ciri is the only way to do that.

Fringilla is loosing her sway if things and elves are being killed for getting too close to the castle gates. Cahir is also being swayed slightly cause of what’s happening but he doesn’t like elves

Okay let’s continue

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Oof hung from the castle walls

Ouch

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JASKIER

THIS SCENE

THE MICE AND RHE PRISON ONG ITS HAPPENING

He is so beautiful

The mice are cute

“Sometimes it takes a prison cell, the tricks and takes that traitors tell. To help you see that freedom is all you got” that’s a raw line Jask

SO LOCK ME UP AND SOCK ME UP AND THROW AWAY THE KEY!! GO FUCK YOURSELF, YOU WHORESON, CAUSE YOURE THEOUGH FUCKIN WITH ME!!!

PURPOSELY AGRIVATING THE GUARD AS HE SHOULD!!

JASK CAN PLAY SPOONS OF COURSE HE CAN HE HAS SO MANY TALENTS MY TALENTED BABY

“Sing another word and ill cut ya tongue out!”

“Rude”

I FUCKIN LOVE HIS SASS AND SNARK

“Guys one of your harmonies were a little pitchy. Gordon, you’re amazing.”

oNE OF THE MICE ARE CALLED GORDON OH MY FUCKING GOD

GERALT OMG HII

Wait there was a window where Geralt was stood, and Jask was looking that was so surely Jask noticed Geralt???

It’s happening

I’m not ready

IT WAS STRAIGHT UP HUG

HE SAW GERALT, SAID HIS NAME, SAID FUCK IT AND HUGGED HIM!!! IT WASNT AFTER A BIG MONOLOGUE ABOUT HOW HE WAS LEFT AND STUFFFFF JASKIER JUST MISSED THE LOVE OF HIS LIFE MY HEART

GERALT ADMITTED THAT HE MISSED JASKIER AAAA

Ok omg jaskier is pulling out the file he has on that day and he’s SCOURING IT

PAHAHAHA “You left me on a mountain. I mean have you seen these boots? I mean, I pretty much jut slid all the way down that hill back to Caingorn.”

I love jaskier I love him sm

I

Oh my fucking god that was hot

G: “Jaskier-“

J:”Don’t fucking Jaskier me. I’m talking to you. This is how this works”

That was hot but nooo Geralt has to ruin it by butting in AGAIN and not letting Jaskier speak I’m angry

Ugh the “I made new friends, get over it” 🤨🙄 “Jealous”

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Ok so ciri and yen are on their way to Cintra

Yen is still actin the hero

Yen also basically said she loved geralt

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Ceinwen is a horrible name

HAHA FIONA THE NAME THAT CIRI WOULD USE

Fuck you dara

K filavandrel is saying fuk you to Fringilla and nilfgaard. Are they gon die

I’m so done with this part of the story. It’s in no way entertaining or interesting. It’s been dragged out far too long.

Oh no Fringilla gon kill em aAAALL

Ugh fuck you Stregabor

Oh no Triss is found out

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THERE ARE SO MANY STORYLINES ugh

There are so many portraits of ciri. This woman is weird af

Who even is this man that wants ciri

Ok so this woman / mage is a necromancer?? Her test subjects start off dead?

Ok her names Lydia aparently, subtitles tell me so

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Omg Joey Batey got BUFF holy fuck oh my god holy shit I’m I can’t do shit rn why what my he abbs back muscles shoulders face off dimples Nono Jaskier keep ur shirt off hood ok he just put the jacket over ok I can still see

I’m gonna have to rewatch this cause I’m so distracted rn

Jaskier seriously you may need to put a shirt back on cause I’m distracted

OMG ITS THE DWARVES

God I hate how people ignore Jaskier when Geralts around.

Oh wow ok suddenly Jaskiers in the background again supprise supprise

He has his Vest on too so I’m no longer as distracted, though I can still see chest hair

Ok so the dwarves are coming with Geralt and Jaskier to get ciri and yen

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Ok so Yen is teaching her while bringing her to her room?

So basically Ciri can do magic without taking the energy from anywhere else

Oh shit she bleeeding from the eyes

Ito transported them across by screaming fuck

AND THE HORSES TOO??

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Okay so Triss now knows Geralt thought Yen dead and that Tissaia met them

(I wanna go to bed but it’s 4pm now)

Tissaia ratted her out to the mage killer

This man talking about ciri being in the wrong hands but he is defo evil.

HE JUST SHOUTED AT TISSAIA HES TOXIC

LEAVE TISSAIA ALONE

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Omg Fringilla is with her uncle

Fringilla is using the blood bond speech on her uncle

Oof you’re wrong my dude she is OBSESSED with power

——

Dara fuck off

Stop talking to Hedwig

I FUCKING KNEW HE WAS THE SPY BUT IT STILL HURTS

Dara you fucker

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Cahir leave off

Just drop the cause you are going to die

Oh shit he IS dying

FRINGILLA THE BITCH SHE USED NIGHTSHADE ON THEM

Aaaaaaa she just slowly kicked him through his eyeball on my fucking god I almost puked

She killin em all

Bye bye Cahir you were gorgeous

Oof she toting w him

Oh is she not killing him??

Lucky bastard

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The old crone is really fucking weird

Hedwig is back again

The gay king is here again

Redanian king

Gay king

Gay 🏳️‍🌈

All these different storylines are confusing me again

I just want Jaskier.

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Here he issss

Once again Jaskier is walking while Geralt rides.

OMG JASK BROUGHT UP THE “do what pleases you” THING FROM S1

Omg the jabs that Jask is giving

Geralt apologised and Jaskier made a joke instead of getting mushy. Perfectness

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Ciri and Yen are almost at Cintra. They just gotta pass the monolith

Yen you’re giving such mixed signals here

Deathless mother is in Yen’s head still

Oh damn ciri knows

She’s reading Yen’s mind

She knows

She told her that Geralt wasn’t there

Omg damn yen’s changed her heart

OH NO CIRI YOU FUCKING IMBECILE WHY WOULD YOU EVEN??

Ah so that’s why Yen had the stick.

Which means Geralt isn’t far behind

HERE HE ISSSSS

And Jaskier is left in the background again for fuck sake

JASKIER CAUGHT THE DECAPITATED HEAD

Oop geralts sword is to yen’s throat

Omg he trusts Jaskier with Ciri

Daddy Geralt thank you

To slay a monster

Does he mean Yen??

Omg ong omg omg

HE FULLY JUST CLAIMED CIRI AS HIS OWN

Omg what is she doing ok confused

DONT KILL THE DAMN BABY I SWEAR TO MOTHER FUCKING GOD

NO

FOR FUCKING FUCK SAKE

The deathless mother is so fuckin annoying

Oh shit she gone

Oh fuck

She’s free

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Ciri don’t run from Jaskier goddamn it

WAIT NO DM FUCKING RUN

Fuck no she’s in Ciri

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END OF EPISODE 7

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Episode 8

Okay first of all what the fuck

Is she inside her mind because of the deathless mother?

What the fuck

It’s actually mousesack

But now she’s in kaer morhen?

Oh they’re so fucked

Everyone’s fucking fucked

Oop Geralt speak UP 🗣

We? There is no fucking we

What are you gonna do with no magic, Yen?

I’m so salty rn

Why is she what

DID CIRI JUST KILL COËN

SHES KILLING THE WITCHERS

I know it’s the deathless mother but

WHY NO STOP IT NOW

ITALIAN VESEMIR

Don’t fuckin believe her

Geralt knows straight up that ciri wouldn’t be acting like that

OH MY FUCKING GOD THE EYE SCAR IS IT GONNA SHOW UP?! Oh no course not

Oh wait Coën is alive

Thank god no offence to the other Witcher’s but

Oh no Italian Vesemir is gonna kill ciri

No offence, Italian Vesemir, but the black eyes aren’t as sexy on you

Ciri shan’t be eliminated

Go on Geralt, get grandad on board

Yen’s gonna try get the deathless mother for the power again for FUCK SAKE YENNEFER

HAVE YOU NOT DONE ENOUGH DAMAGE?!

Jaskier aaa

“Too many squirrels” ehehehe

Jaskier just wanted to sleep and drink and now he’s having to help fight a deamon ugh

I feel so bad for the poor man

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I feel bad for the elves

But dara is making this worse

Oop dara just outted himself??

Oo okay uh I’m so fucking confused again. Break time?

No Jaskier is back on screen and he has a hangover

Sassy Jask

Oh yay, a little stone you’ve saved us all

I love how he can instantly become serious

I love him and his little smirks

How has no one found her yet even tho she’s in the main fucking hall

So ciri is between life and death right now I’m guessing. Everyone whos died is there I’m guessing??

I feel like Calanthe knows this is death

Calanthe definitely knows

Oop that twat asked for a dance aND SHE IS DANCING WITH HIM!?? She KILLED HIM

Calanthe definitely knows she’s dead

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Oh yay Fringilla is back yay

I care not for her storyline at this point it’s too repetitive

Cahir is still hot af

FRINGILLA KILLED THE BABY?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?

cAHIR KILLED THE BABY?!?!?!?!?!??!?!?!

CAHIR KILLED THE FUCKING BABY

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Back to witchering

Hi Lambert

MEH LAMBERT UR HOT WITH BLACK EYES BUT GERALT WILL ALWAYS BE MY FAVE

Oh no LAMBCHOP is definitely gonna try to kill ciri for what happened

Geralt found her FINALLY

Cmon Jask get to Geralt

Wait Jaskier is here I stg I saw the screencap

HERE HE IS

Ahahah I love him so much

JASKIER YOUR FOREHEAD IS SHOWING HAVE SOME DECENCY

“What the fuck” is exactly right, Italian Vesemir

Oh fuck

NO

someone PROTECT THE BARD

THE BARD THE BARD IS HE OK THE B A R D

I CANT SEE JASKIER WHAT HAPPENED

LAMBCHOP BE CAREFUL

SomeONESHOW ME THE FUCKING BARD RIGHT NOW OR I SWEAR TO FUCKING GOD

CIRI FICKIN HEAR IT UNDERSTAND WHAT CALANTHE SAID

JASKIER IS OKAY THANK FUCK

NO NOT ANOTHER DEAD WITCHER

AND ANOTHER

CIRI STOP THIS FUCKING MADNESS

AND ANOTHER ONE

ITALIAN VESEMIR DONT DO IT

CIRI FOR FUCKING FUCKETY FUCK SAKE

Don’t draw this shit out

CIRI WAKE THE FUCK UP

Oh my god

Her parents are there

CMON YOU GOTTA REALISE ITS FAKE CIRI

OH GOD WHAT IS THE ELF DOING TO THE BABIES OWH

SHE JUST KILLED DOZENS OF BABIES OH MY GOD

AND THATS FUELING THE DEATHLESS MOTHER

FCUK IFF IS THAT A FUCKING DRAGON

COME ON FOR FUCK SAKE

Yen hasn’t had mITALIAN VESEMIR JUST STABBED CIRI

COME ON PLEASE LET IT ALMOST BE OVER ITS GOT 20 MINS LEFT

Fucking finally Jaskier has been trying to get that through your thick skull for the entire damn episode

Ciri they’re dead. And you will be too if you don’t wake thE FUCK UP

They’re all calling to her and I’m gonna cry

CIRI THAT ISNT TOUR PARENTS FOR FUCK SAKE DONT DO IT

CIRI FOR FUCK SAKE

YENNEFER is gonna be the vessel

Oh my god oh my god oh my god

CIRI DONT DO IT PLEASE FOR GODS SAKE

I’m crying

Genuinely crying

God damn it

So ciri is gonna be ok and Yennefer is gonna die or some shit

Geralts monologue is making my cry harder

WHAT ABOUT YENNEFER

CIRI SAVE YENNEFER FOR FUCK SAKE SHE JUST SAVED YOU

“Oh not again” JASKIER HAS NO RIGHT BEING THIS FUNNY

Ciri really just pulled all threee of them into the monolith

Now what

We watch the world burn?

Ah yes we do

Great

ITS THE WILD HUNT

Omg

The fuck tho

Is that it

What about what the fuck is happening with the other guys

YENS MAGIC IS BACK FUCK YES

For fuck sake Jaskier was pushed out again I don’t understand how the screenwriters thought this was funny

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Tissaia SHUT UP FOR FUCK SAKE UGH

Okay so next season is gonna be then getting through the wild hunt while hiding cause ciri has a bounty on her head

Damn Lydia ur fucked up

WHO IS HER LORD FFS

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The elves are against everyone again

Istredd is gonna get killed

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Oh great so EVERYONE is gonna be after Ciri now

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Hi Hedwig

HOLY FUCK OK HEDWIG IS CALLED PHILLIPA AND SHE IS GORGEOUS O LORD

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Wow ok Yenralt action. Where’s my Geraskier content tho

Good. Don’t forgive her

So Geralt is using Ciri as an excuse to stay with Yennefer okay then great parenting

But WHERE IS JASKIER

They’re all tired ffs life goes on. Us THREE will help eachother

Fuck Jaskier then

So Ciri portaled them to another world ‘spheres’

Wait is Ciri’s parents alive

Cause how else would Nilfgaard know

OH GOD IS THE WHITE FLAME CIRIS DAD?!?!?!?

IT IS OH MY FUCKING GOD HOLY FUCK IT’S DUNY WHAT THE FUCK THE FUCK THE FCUK THE FUCKKKKJ

THIS ALL FUCKING HAPPENED CAUSE OF YOU, YOU COMPLETE ARSEWIPE

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Holy shit S3 trailer!?! NO??

The untold chapter

The Witcher: Blood Origin

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HOLY FUCKING SHIT OH MY GOD WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK HOLY MOTHERFUCKING SHIT PLEASE TELL ME IM NOT THE FIRST TO FINISH THE SECOND SEASON I NEED TO TALK WITH PEOPLE ABOUT THIS!!!

SEASON 2 AAAAAAAA