#bouncey rants

[rewh0re]

I WATCHED MY MAN ON SCREEN I WATCHED MY HUSBAND ON SCREEN I WATCHED KUROO TETSUROU ON SCREEN ITS BEEN SO LONG🤭🤭🤭🤭 anyways loved loved LOVED the movie especially kenma's pov like??? THAT was cinema!!!!!! HAIKYUU NATION WE'RE SO BACK

[wild-at-mind]

Why are small Pride event organising committees such trainwrecks?? My hometown has had two separate ones duking it out for who gets to do a Pride event here for as long as I've lived here, so at least since 2016. I never attend as what the 'winner' comes up with is always small and embarrassing. I think they have both given it up now (the 'winning' side of the past few years having blown all their money in a depressing failed bar project that they didn't have proper permissions for and was open like 3 months), so we get nothing. The next city over has 3 Prides- Trans Pride which is a separate and small event; a long running and well established Pride event that happens in late summer; and a newer Pride that is unconnected to the established one and is held in June. This newer event is the trainwreck. A couple of years, ago, almost immediately after it had first been held, whoever was in charge of their social media posted a quite manipulatively worded urgent plea for donations from attendees, because they had gone over budget and not made enough in the donation buckets on the gate. I asked them what on earth had happened in a comment and they said something about being let down by a company, blah blah...I don't know, it just struck me as incredibly manipulative. 'You attended this event already but your donations were over the weekend were disappointing :( so give us money now or we will NEVER hold this event again!!' Fuck off with that. Yesterday I was on facebook on a depression scroll and saw an odd post on their page. It was long and basically was heaping criticism on the way the event was held in previous years- they called it a 'glorified family fun day' (???) and said it had too many stalls selling tat and was not accessible enough- this was not elaborated on but I do know it had no steps, a mobiloo and a quiet zone so they probably could have added more detail on the specific problem there. Then it said that everyone needed to apply for free tickets in order to attend, on an app, but that people's personal data would not be used for anything and implied that this had caused concerns in previous years. It had not- in previous years the event was fully unticketed. All Prides in this city are free and you can just walk in and out. I thought this was a very weird post- as far as I know there had been no consensus that the previous events had been rubbish and too much like a family fun day. It is a family friendly Pride but was not child orientated and there were attendees of all ages. (There was an inflatable bouncey castle type thing present but hardly the main focus and I don't think it's enough to rant about family fun days, personally.) I think there was feedback from the first event about too many MLM stalls, but this was fixed at last year's event and the stalls were totally fine in number and quality. So what was up with this post? I ended up commenting expressing my confusion about the supposed feedback they had apparently received about what was wrong with the event previously, and especially about the ticketing system that it was introducing but talked about as if it was not new. Just went back and now the post has been deleted. Who is running this social media???

[bounce-a-coin-off-your-witcher]

Let me tell y’all a quick story. The story of how I caught James Newton Howard plagiarizing his own music.

It is not Witcher related, but it is fandom related and hopefully it’ll make you laugh. 

Picture this: The year is 2003. I am 7 years old and I have a mad case of undiagnosed ADHD that is beginning to rear its lovely head. This is the year the live action Peter Pan movie comes out, starring Jeremy Sumpter. I see it in theatres no less than three times because my life-long hyperfixation was/still is Peter Pan and all things Peter Pan related (if you want to hear me go buckwild… hmu about my boy Petey). 

ANYWAY, I love the soundtrack so much that I absolutely beg my mother to buy it for me on iTunes so that I may 1) burn it onto a disc because it’s 2003 and 2) put it on my shitty Meijer-brand mp3 player. She is gracious enough to do so for me because sometimes she’s cool.

I listen to that soundtrack every. Fucking. Day. Every afternoon after having lunch I take my mp3 player and my aux-cord Hello Kitty speaker out to the trampoline, turn on that music, and pretend I’m Peter Pan by double-bouncing myself and landing flat on my back (a weird attempt at the sensation of flight).

Every. Day. All. Summer. 

So by the time my eighth birthday rolled around that August I knew that shit by heart. Every single song.

Cut to 12 years later. My family goes to see Mockingjay Part 2 in theatres because I was 7 in 2003, which means I lived through PEAK Hunger Games popularity (yes I pre-ordered the last book in middle school. I hated the ending so much that I threw it across my bedroom and broke a lamp, but I digress). 

As they tend to do, the movie ends, and we’re all standing up to get our shit together when… I hear it. 

It’s one of my favorite orchestral pieces from the Peter Pan OST: “Learning to Fly”. I know it’s that song because Wendy and Peter have a whole little moment at this point in the music.

But it can’t be, because this is “Track 19 (Final Credits)” on the Mockingjay: Part 2 soundtrack.

But my ears have not deceived me in the slightest; the proof is still playing right in front of me. Blasting from way too many high definition speakers. James Newton Howard thought he could pull a fast one on his audience. He thought he could just copy one of his own pieces because 12 years is too long for anyone to remember that short 11 seconds worth of music. Right? 

WRONG, JIMMY! I REMEMBER. This singular Midwestern bitch with a mad case of ADHD remembers. 

And now the rest of you know, too. 

[comfyswitcherblanketfort]

More Little Raccoon Crimes

lmao okay someone said they wanted me to write a follow up to this lovely fic right here (where Bouncey and I break into Henner’s house to redecorate) and im feelin the chaos vibes tonight so here you go 🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️

Warnings: all of this is illegal and frowned upon. plz don’t break into anyone’s house even if it’s to leave gifts, this is pure nonsense and just for funziez, also swearing bc of who i am as a person

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“We almost got the cops called on us last time! Why are we going back in?!” Tadhg was gripping the back of Regan’s sweatshirt as they crept in the backdoor of the cute little cottage they’d redecorated the last time they were there. 

“I have it on semi-reliable authority he’s out of the country. We’ll just leave him the dutch oven and maybe hide the suits he insists on wearing even though they’re too small. If they’re like hanging or something.” Regan shrugged.

“He could stand to wear the blue tank tops a little more anyway.”

“You brought a 5 pack, didn’t you?”

Tadhg smiled and held up a tote bag, “Three.” 

“I love it.” 

The two intruders made quick work of folding and setting the tank tops in a nice pile on Mr. Cavill’s washing machine. This little adventure was sure to be less time consuming than painting his living room. 

“Shouldn’t we put them away?” Regan asked, grabbing one of the apples set out on his dining room table. 

“Dude. No. That’s super creepy. Like the stuff you study creepy,” Tadhg warned, “Even, I, a simple humanities major, know that’s a little wack.”

“So no looking for the ill-fitting suits then?”

“No. Feels too weird to go past the laundry room.”

“You’re the boss! I’m writing him a note, though. Boy has to have the money for a good tailor.” 

Tadhg rolled her eyes as she stuffed the tank top packaging into the bag they’d brought, “Take that apple with you too. In case he decides we took too many liberties this time.” 

Regan took a bite out of the apple and grinned, “You do listen to my rants!”

“Oo! Sign it, ‘The Get Your Shit Together Fairies’,” Tadhg was peering over Regan’s shoulder as she wrote, answering spelling questions and making her add a comma here and there. 

They set the note on top of the dutch oven with instructions to post it to instagram if he baked any sourdough before they crept back out the door. Everything was buttoned up and done with no sign of Henry coming home early so they took their time until Regan took another bite of the apple.

“Fuck.”

“What?”

“Who has fresh apples in the house then they’re out of the country?”

They stared at each other in horror for a moment before scrambling into their car and flooring it down the driveway. They’d made it onto the country road at just about sundown and felt like they could breathe easy, having pulled off another well intentioned, but still very illegal, break in. 

As they turned the corner, a taxi came by in the other direction.

Regan and Tadhg held their breath in giddy terror as Henry Cavill looked them dead in the eye with the unmistakable look of recognition in his eyes and a pronounced wifi signal above his eyebrows. 

Tadhg floored the accelerator and they sped off to safety screaming at the top of their lungs. 

[tornado-s-tale]

Appreciation.

When she first said this was a hell-site I didn’t know what she meant my that, maybe I still don’t know the exact meaning. Maybe it’s because of all the glitches here, or maybe because of the notifications that I don’t get or other shit that I don’t even know about. Basically what I was originally leading to was how much I appreciate certain people and after ranting so much about other things here I thought it’s be good to write about something good, something that I love. 

Mainly, it’s sorta become my message to that friend who introduced me to this hell-site because it’s just her who knows me, maybe even the really real me whom I sometimes have doubts about. I agree that there are still some things I find tough writing about here because I don’t want her to know but I still end up posting them knowing that they’ll still see them. Maybe its because I want them to see it, tell them about something that I can’t with a straight face or just like I normally do. What I’ve come to know about by now is that I can share the most intricate things with them that I can’t really with a lot of the others. 

I’ve always been that sort of person who doesn’t tell people about myself as a whole. People have always just known bits and pieces of me that I’ve judged was alright to let them know about. But with you, it’s a bit different. Sure, I hesitate to tell you things sometimes thinking about how I’d be troubling you but that feeling’s sorta started to fade now and I pretty much tell you everything. 

Just your presence brings me a sort of joy that keeps me happy and motivated. I’ve even started to get along pretty well with Trash Panda now, but I’ll always be in your corner first. And that’s something that you should always remember :) 

I’m big on hugs, like really really big. And earlier hugs were something that were very little in availability for me so I really know how important they are and since then hugs have sort of become a defining part of me. I told you the reason behind the Kuma being my spirit animal right? And I’m really really really thankful for the hugs that you give me, really really really really really appreciated!!!! There’s Trash Panda and my Bouncey Bounce for that too but just letting you know that you’re my favorite person here for a hug and if I ever want a hug, you’ll be the first person I go to :D

The joy that I get being with you in homeroom or even just randomly chilling is something that i wouldn’t give up for anything else, EVER. You’re adorable, cute, beautiful, your voice is a soothing melody that ALWAYS HELPS and makes me happy, you’re like a smol little neko whose every action is adorable, you’re pretty much the most important person for me here and I’ll always be here for you. 

Suki desu. Daisuki desu. Ano, watashi wa aishite masu. :)

Thanks for caring about me, though sometimes I get a bit sad because I worry you but I’ve come to understand that you are pretty much going to worry about me as much as I worry about you so I’m going to try and take better care of myself, ‘kay? 

I don’t remember where I started with this post nor do I have the energy to scroll up and correct any grammatical errors or any other errors that I might’ve made. But, I do remember what I had in mind when I was going to write this post. It was YOU, all the good things and how much I appreciate you, everything. It might’ve fallen short of ‘everything’ for the time being but you get the idea right? That’s pretty much it. It’s an appreciation post for you and don’t you dare have 2nd thoughts about whom I’m referring to ‘cause you’re literally the only 2 followers I have at this point of time when I’m posting this!

P.S.- 1,821 days left and I’m still winning by a very huge margin. 

P.S.S.- I love you :)

[filosofablogger]

I am stricken tonight with a very severe case of mind bounce.  You have all seen how worthless my writing is when my mind is bouncing, so I think you’ll understand when I say that the serious piece I just spent 6 hours trying to focus on turned out to be … File #13 material.  Sigh.  So, I decided to try something different and rather than try to corral my bouncing mind, let it flow freely wherever (within reason) it wants to go.  Hopefully, that will clear the cobwebs, tame the wild brain, and allow me to work on something meaningful later today!  So … bear with me, if you will, and if you do, I promise a cartoon at the end!

I think the word ‘probably’ should be stricken from the English language.  The word has about as much meaning as a soggy piece of dough that absorbs whatever odours are near it.  “Will you be coming to dinner tomorrow night?”  “Probably.”  No show.  Strike it, Merriam-Webster!!!

I love flowers, but you know what my favourites are?  Dandelions and clover.  Yes, they are weeds, but I like them best because they are unstructured … they grow wherever they please, they are colourful and beautiful, and they follow no rules … just go where they want to go.  I currently have a back yard filled with dandelions and when I need to feel happy, all I have to do is look out my kitchen window. 

I stumbled across this quote today and it struck a chord:

“Twenty years from now you will be more disappointed by the things you didn’t do than by the ones you did do. So throw off the bowlines. Sail away from the safe harbor. Catch the trade winds in your sails. Explore. Dream. Discover, acquire new friends and gain knowledge of yourself and the world.” — Mark Twain

This is so true.  The older we get, the more we realize how very short our time here on earth is and … there is always so much left to do.  I was explaining this concept to a friend via email earlier today, and it rather explains why, as we get older, we actually seem to need less sleep.  I think I see sleep as a waste of time, for there are books to read, things to write … closets to clean???  I don’t have grand dreams of travel and adventure, but there ARE things I would like to accomplish before I die.

Other people don’t make us unhappy … we make ourselves unhappy by allowing ourselves to place too much value on how others treat us, by setting our expectations too high.  When somebody lets us down, it is not fair to blame that person, but rather we need to look inward and remind ourselves that we cannot control others, but we can control our own reactions.  It took me more than six decades to figure this one out, and here I am giving it to you … for free!

I am a pretty tolerant person … I wasn’t always, but in my dotage, I find the philosophy of ‘live and let live’ to be a good one to live by.  However, the lady across the street goes to the grocery in her pajamas, and for some reason it drives me bonkers!

The never-ending winter finally killed my crocuses.  Sigh.

I was digging in my disaster of a walk-in closet one night recently and came across some very old photo albums.  Funny, I had forgotten the picture of my dad in a skirt and a bra, and the one of him in a bullfighter’s suit.  Miss Goose had some jaw-dropping moments over those, and I was at a loss to try to explain the former!

Why do cats like empty boxes so much?  Even our autistic moggie, Izzy (short for Isabella), will come out from under the sofa if there is an empty box in the living room floor that she can curl up in.  It is almost as if she feels safe and protected there.  We received an order from Amazon today (a set of plumber’s snakes) and I tossed the box on the floor to take to the dumpster later.  But Izzy has been in it all day long.  I guess the box can stay around for a while!  Typically, we don’t see her more than once or twice a day, but she has been out of hiding all day today!  She even let Miss Goose pet her for a while!

There is too bloomin’ much Easter candy in this house!  I indulged just a bit tonight, which is okay, but means an extra bit of insulin tonight.  Sigh.  Chocolate is nice.My old friend Linda was the first person to ever call me ‘Jilly-bean’, but several have done so since then.  I rather like it.  Sadly, Linda left my circle of friends in 2016, pre-election, as she tired of hearing me rant against Trump.  She is the one, though, who is responsible for my Jolly Monday posts, for she asked me to consider writing something completely non-political at least on Monday mornings.  So, I shall always remember Linda.

Well, folks, now you have an idea of what my mind bounce is like, and no doubt you are rolling your eyes and thinking, “Filosofa … PLEASE go to bed!!!”  Ah, so … I am going in just a few minutes.  Even though there is a load of laundry hanging out in the dryer getting wrinkled, but it does not matter, for it is only my clothes this time.

Thank you all for allowing my mind to bounce and bonk.  Hopefully I can get it back into the saddle by mid-day and come out with some relatively intelligent post.  Love to you all!

Bounce … Bounce … Bouncey Bounce Bounce … I am stricken tonight with a very severe case of mind bounce.  You have all seen how worthless my writing is when my mind is bouncing, so I think you’ll understand when I say that the serious piece I just spent…

[evilradmedieval]

Vince Staples - “Big Fish Theory” Review

Remember those days filled with angst and hate towards the world around the time Odd Future first came out circa 2009? Well, Vince Staples has come a long way from the days of rapping about armed robberies and rape with fellow former Odd Future members Earl Sweatshirt and Mike G. Since then, he’s made a pretty big name for himself, slowly separating himself stylistically from his Odd Future counterparts with each and every release. A major jump in his lyrical maturation was seen on his fourth mixtape Shyne Coldchain II in 2014, a project that was supported by big-name hip-hop producers such as No I.D., Evidence and Scoop DeVille. Although a Long Beach native, the album had no stylistic remnants of west coast hip-hop, as he sonically was going for a more modern, hard-hitting soundscape. Staples then follows up that project with the socially conscious and politically charged EP Hell Can Wait. The project alludes to life living in North Long Beach complete with songs addressing gang violence, police brutality, poverty and racial profiling. The album was the most lyrically powerful albums I’ve heard in a while, complete with one of the most hard-hitting flows and lyrical showcases I’ve seen Vince Staples ever showcase. This level of lyricism and high production value carries over into the more conceptual debut commercial effort in Summertime ‘06, one of the better hip-hop projects of 2015. Inspired by Joy Division, the album was a pretty conceptual, heady and had some interesting lyrical themes and production. However, I thought that the album had some filler tracks and some lackluster and dragging performances by both Staples and his features. Despite the negatives, it was a solid breakthrough into the mainstream, as even the track “Norf Norf” was able to irk the living hell out of a Christian mom enough for her to post a viral rant on YouTube. Regardless, the album was a notable entry in Vince Staples’ every growing discography. Then he proceeds to release another solid release in Prima Donna, an EP that proved that his growth is simply neverending as an artist sonically and lyrically. Thus, it seemed that every year Staples is able to provide his fans with new material. With this sophomore release in Big Fish Theory, Vince Staples delivers with some heady lyricism and some experimental, off-the-wall production that may require a couple listens to fully appreciate its forward-thinking genius.

The intro track “Crabs in a Bucket” kicks off the album with glitchy production courtesy of Justin Vernon of Bon Iver fame and up-and-coming experimental hip-hop producer Zach Sekoff. Instrumentally, the track is unlike something I’ve ever heard Staples spit on, in which the beat has these very house-influenced drum patterns yet overall evokes a very nocturnal vibe. Lyrically, the track deals with the mentality of African Americans stuck in urban poverty. The title of the track is inspired by a previous track by Staples himself on “Señorita”, therefore possibly assuming that this track could have been a spiritual sequel in a sense. Vince exhibits a pretty energetic performance here as well, and the wonky-inspired instrumental breakdown towards the tail end of the track definitely sounds like something Flume would have been involved in. “Crabs in a Bucket” is a borderline danceable track, yet boasts a decent amount of heady lyricism for listeners.

We get a DJ Mustard-esque banger with the lead single “Big Fish”, featuring a relatively entertaining and infectious hook a la Juicy J. Although not one of the more intricately produced, the track is bass-heavy and can definitely be played in the clubs. Vince Staples sounds great here as well, in which lyrically he simply reflects upon how far he’s come as a rapper and makes several references to previous tracks from his Summertime ‘06 project. I especially loved how the chorus is so contradictory of what Vince Staples’ is trying to evoke here topically as well. Sure, all the fame and fortune of becoming a successful rapper comes with being obnoxious and boastful, yet Vince’s bars are equally heady enough to carry through the concept of the album and maintain the same persona and perspectives as an artist without putting on a front by selling out. This is probably one of the more cleverly put-together tracks on the album as well, as ironically the song is getting major airplay.

Vince Staples sings on this track. It’t not his strong point, but luckily this instance is only seen on this interlude of sorts. “Alyssa’s Interlude” carries on the Prima Donna persona which alludes to the ever-famous Amy Winehouse, which features an interview of her and experiences of love. The interview recording is then followed by a piano-driven instrumental section in which Staples slightly harmonizes, backed by the sampled vocals of David Ruffin of the Temptations off their track “I Wish It Would Rain”. I think that despite sampling an actual interview, it would have been more impactful if he sampled some aspect of her actual music, as it would have evoked more feelings as opposed to an actual interview. Either way, the sentiment is still there and is an interesting transition into the next track.

Once “Alyssa’s Interlude” cuts to a close, we jump right into “Love Can Be”, an upbeat club track of sorts that has me still on the fence about. I especially love the Kaytranada-inspired GTA production and Kilo Kish’s vocals, however thought the inclusion of Dan Albarn’s vocals towards the middle and tail section of the track were unnecessary. Lyrically, the track depicts a bleak outlook on love, as Vince Staples gives us a narcissistic and ironic set of bars for his verse. The bouncey yet glitchy production sort of clashes with the actual song in a way that’s not that pleasantly sounding to my ears. Still, it’s a pretty off-the-wall track.

“745″ has one of the slower, more melodic instrumentals off the track. It’s spacey, atmospheric and a lowkey banger as it features some pretty booming bass and twittering high hats throughout. There’s also this pretty slick G-funk synth chord progression layered in the track as well, giving a pretty West Coast vibe to it. Lyrically, Vince Staples showcases his nihilism yet again regarding love in which it’s too tricky an obstacle for him to deal with. The hook is pretty catchy as well.

We then encounter another interlude of sorts which houses another Kilo Kish appearance. On “Ramona Park is Yankee Stadium”, the track merely sets the mood for the dangerous, Crip-infested areas of North Long Beach. New York Yankee hats reference the type of headwear Crips would wear when they wish to discreetly pledge their allegiance to the Naughty Nasty Gangsta Crips, a gang Vince used to be affiliated with. 

“Yeah Right” may possibly be the wonky/ trap banger of the fucking year. Produced by Flume and PC music affiliate SOPHIE, Vince Staples brings back Kucka from their past collaboration “Smoke & Retribution” for another go. The beat is bass-heavy, clunky and off-kilter. Distortion and rattling drums make for good reason to really bump this in a car. Lyrically, Vince goes in, questioning the illustrious lifestyles of other rappers. Kucka makes a quick appearance in the middle section of the track, then comes in King Kendrick Lamar for a surprise appearance coming through with those hard-hitting bars. The track is an absolute banger, and the best track on the album for sure.

Rick Ross’ “Hold Me Back” track from a couple years ago was a source inspiration for the subsequent track in “Homage”. The hook is accompanied by the heaviest bass on the entire tracklisting. The instrumental is pretty experimental, as there’s these strange fluttering electronic blips bouncing back and forth. Lyrically, Vince gives a pretty energetic set of bars, however thought that the songwriting could have been way better. The intent is there but I wasn’t really feeling the hook and some of the verses.

This pattern of bass-heavy tracks continues with “SAMO”, a SOPHIE produced cut. The beat is clunky and has some elements of chopped-n-screwed influence. Here, we have another uninspired hook, with some dumbed down vocal mixing. A$AP Rocky and Kilo Kish both make a subtle appearance, letting Vince handle most of the rapping duties. Vince’s verses weren’t that memorable this time around as well, unfortunately.

“Party People” comes through again with more clunky, upbeat instrumentation, courtesy of Sekoff. With such a banger beat, the instrumental is contrasted by the borderline anxiety-ridden lyrics. The quality of the album bounces back, in which I thought the lyrics and hook were written better this time around. There is definitely elements of cynicism and sarcasm in his voice as the hook is delivered. The bars on this tracks are spat incredibly well, being one of my favorites on the album.

Another lead single in “BagBak” finds itself on this album. Although trap-flavored, the instrumental is pretty upbeat and features a great vocal sample on the hook. With the track, he wrote the lyrics phonetically as to create various meanings and perspectives for the song. On the track, Vince Staples’ flow is on full display, and many references to social commentary are laden throughout the track. Again, one of the better tracks on the album.

Lastly, we conclude Big Fish Theory with the track “Rain Come Down”, a seemingly commercially friendly track featuring fellow L.A. native Ty$. The track is pretty melodic yet clunky. Vince Staples comes through with a decent set of verses as well, yet the track isn’t as compelling as I’d thought. 

The album overall doesn’t necessarily blow me away in regards to some songwriting. However, I was impressed by the noticeably experimental instrumental choices that Vince Staples opted for. Summer ‘06 was already a step in that direction, yet this album made that fully realized. Some of them were too clunky and overly-dominant to the point where I was unable to make out what Vince Staples was rapping, as he raps at a pretty high tempo. However, the inclusion of producers such as SOPHIE, Flume and GTA blew me away, as the album sonically was pretty cohesive. Regarding his lyricism, Vince Staples still impresses, yet still struggles to come up with a good hook here and there. However, Big Fish Theory is a solid entry in Vince’s growing discography, and he’s shown no signs of stopping regarding output as well as growth as an artist.

RATING: 7/10

[bounce-a-coin-off-your-witcher]

Me: (makes a Geralt/Jaskier shitpost and tags it #geraskier)

Someone on Tumblr who does not ship Geraskier: Why can’t two men just be friends!?!?! THEY DON’T LIKE EACH OTHER LIKE THAT! UGHHH YOU GAYS ARE SO GROSS AND RUIN EVERYTHING!!

Me: Then block?? The Geraskier tag??? You idiot??????? I’m not going to police my fun and goofy content to make your dumb ass happy when there is a perfectly simple way to just... not see the goofy content??

[bounce-a-coin-off-your-witcher]

The Blaviken Look is by far the Best and Horniest Geralt Look in all of season one and I hope to god they kept that fuckin wig. Or got a better one. Cause like...perfect amount of grime. Perfect amount of cleavage revealed with the shirt flap. Perfect height on those leather pants. 

Just.

Give me Horny Blaviken Geralt or give me Death!

[bounce-a-coin-off-your-witcher]

People will message me and be like "you mess with Jaskier and Geralt's canon characterizations too much!"

Yeah, bitch, this is a fanfic/meme blog. I'm hardcore analyzing the books for my thesis...

I come here to play with the characters like I'm Dark Helmet in Spaceballs.

[bounce-a-coin-off-your-witcher]

The Babe: What do you want for Christmas?

Me: A raccoon.

Him, immediately: No.

Me: Like a stuffed animal, not a real raccoon!!!

Him: Well this IS you. You'd ask for a real raccoon.