#at least for tonight LMAO

[viyojo]

You're a kid now…🧍‍♂️still a kid now!

[mobius-m-mobius]

OWEN WILSON and TOM HIDDLESTON in LOKI S2

[maggicktouched]

A part of her wished more than anything else that she was wrong. She suddenly wished that she could not feel Yennefer's magic pulsing through the air, or that she would not be in her room and the guards would find the little witch first and toss her out into the street. She'd be forced to go on her way, continue her search, and perhaps, this time, actually fucking think of what she was going to say as she went along! For more than a week she'd wandered the roads in search of Yennefer, and how had she spent all that free time? Singing silly tunes and playing with the wild things that came to see her and chatting with her familiars. Occasionally she bemoaned her traitorous stomach or her muscles that ached too easily for her taste, or the way that exerting herself made her go all red in the face where it wouldn't have before, but for the most part she'd simply skirted along merrily. Not once had she thought of how she might break this incredibly sensitive piece of information to Yennefer.

But the door opened almost as quickly as she'd opened her mouth, and Beck bit the inside of her cheek to try and keep her expression neutral. She couldn't help the way her whole body swooned at the sight of the sorceress. It had only been a couple of weeks, but Beck had missed her.

While she'd miserably failed to rehearse what she was going to say, she had put several spells on herself to keep the pregnancy from being noticed. She needed to at least have the chance to explain before Yen knew.

"I---I've been looking for you." She admitted. There was an uncharacteristic awkwardness to the way she hovered by the door, unsure if she should really venture too far in when she was likely about to be cast out in a mere few minutes. Beck shifted from foot to foot, idly twisting one of the rings on her fingers. "Yennefer, I--um. Ok. Well... you see I."

Fuck it wasn't coming out. Fuck fuck fuck. Since when had her silver tongue turned to lead? It was only two words!

"I'm pregnant." She blurted after that, going incredibly pale. After she managed to force the news from her lips, she couldn't stop talking. "I'm pregnant and I haven't been with anyone else. When we---something had to have happened."

A nervous whine escaped her, and she moved from twisting her ring to picking a hangnail. She was completely mortified to feel tears welling up in her eyes, and a lump forming in her throat. "You don't have to say anything or do anything, and I'm not---I haven't come looking for money. Don't misunderstand. It's just that I'm leaving soon and I thought before I went that you had a right to know. That's all. That's---that's all. That's all I have to say."

She felt like she might collapse from anxiety upon finally getting it all out. She forced herself not to flee out the door behind her, and took a deep breath to extinguish her desire to cry.

Yennefer had had a pleasant enough time with the witch--more than pleasant, in fact. It had been downright enjoyable, lovely even. But all good things eventually came to an end, and Yennefer was hardly made to be in one place for long. She had had had no real home since she was a little girl--if you could call that pigsty a home at all. She had hardly been welcome within the walls her parents shared, and she'd hardly felt any more welcome at the school in which she'd spent her girlhood years, learning to hone her magic, control her chaos. She dreamed of it, yes: a little cottage somewhere in the woods with the pitter patter of little feet running through the halls, of a loved one sharing her bed, of growing old enough to one day see wrinkles upon the face in the mirror that never quite aged.

She had thought, for a time, that she might have that life with Geralt, the man who had tied his life to hers with a reckless wish on a djinn--that their fates might forever be connected. But they had gone their own way in the end. Then she had thought, just maybe, that she and Beck would spend a time together, though by then she had stopped pretending that happily ever after was in the cards for her. She was too old, and she had seen too much of the world: she was no blushing maiden who believed in true love. Yet, those nights with Beck in her bed had been some of the happiest she could remember.

The road called, however, as it always did. She did a few jobs in Redania and Temeria as she made her way up to Kaedwen. She crossed paths with Geralt again, as his wish made sure she always would. And then she met an old, ugly little man with a large pile of gold, a good title, and no sense, and she'd decided it would be as good a place as any to pitch her tent, so to speak. Of course, the little man wished to keep her locked up, keep her close--it was only to be expected. Some days, she even let him believe he could do so. The townsfolk likely thought she was enchanting him, but she had needed no magic for him to open his doors to her. Her magic had made her inhumanely beautiful, and that was a weapon as much as any spell, and one Yennefer knew well how to wield.

Though she was beginning to get bored with the man's company, he was fulfilling her every whim, and Yennefer had expensive tastes. He had bought her gowns and jewels, fine foods, and given her the reins to throw any sort of party she liked--which she did, frequently, taking his more attractive knights to her bed when the affair was over. There was little risk in such encounters, as Yennefer--despite how much she might desire it--could not bear children.

And so the days wore on in the same extravagant monotony, until Yennefer thought to pack up her things and leave again. She had not packed yet, though she thought, perhaps, she would do it soon, gather up her things and leave in the night before the Baron could miss her--or decide he should use force to attempt to make her stay. Perhaps she'd throw another party before she left, she thought, laying back upon her bed.

It was then that she felt the magic. It was a surge in the air, a feeling in her veins, a sensation and knowing--Beck's presence--before she heard the knock or heard the voice. Yennefer did not like to admit that she was ever surprised, but she was surprised now. She sat up and made her way quickly to the door.

"Come in, come in," she said, quickly ushering the woman inside and closing--and locking--the door behind her. "What on Earth are you doing here?"

[thelonelyshore-if]

Somebody stop me before I conceptualize individual titles and mini summaries for some of Croft's books.

[coldswarkids]

side note I went to an awkward parish dinner after mass, hoping to deepen my connections with the vball group. it was extremely awkward, only the guys talked to me (but secondarily to having their own boy in jokes) and the girls just completely ignored me and my attempts to engage them in conversation just flopped. so that was fun lol

also one of the boys was 100% hitting on me in front of the whole table 💀 and I am sitting there thinking like I appreciate the compliment but a) Viking and b) you are an adorable 22 year old baby boy. you are just a child helpppp you ain’t even got a prefrontal cortex up there yet

[jimmyspades]

"I seem to be getting a lot of gavel whacks. Is it just me?" BOSTON LEGAL 5.06 "Happy Trails"

[autumnhobbit]

y’all pray for me tomorrow

[neverendingford]

skyglow:

(alternative title: photo dump of a midnight desert run)

[pixelephant]

[crazysnor1ax]

Starvetober Day 11 - Heal

[nvrsaidiwasinurcloset]

Currently writing:

Ethan knocking up another guys girlfriend when the broke up for a little bit (dude this is going to have so much fluff and angst and smut)

The opposites attract trope…but like, reader is feisty and bratty and Ethan is an arrogant ass so they argue all the time.

And good god I’m going to finish part 4 to both Pleaser and Bad Idea, Right? even if it fucking KILLS me lmao.

I’ve also been jumping back into some of the older requests that I didn’t have inspiration for at the time, but I have one half-written for birthday sex haha.

[ihamtmus]

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[butts-bouncing-on-the-beltway]

Local parent visits child and comments on the shyness of one of the cats in the household, child decides not to mention that said cat has literally never met a human she didn't try to climb like a cat tree while headbutting them for attention, more at 11

[todayisafridaynight]

barely four hours into the new month and im already silly

[badgirlcoven-official]

"Willow is a bad character because she's a mary sue" me when I missed the entire point of the show

[birchbow]

playing a game called "i have one last day before I go back to work, can I finish an entire other chapter in that time".

Have I been writing for 10 hours. Yes. How close am I. SHRUG. Closer than I was 10 hours ago!!!!!!!!!! ORAHH