#goodbye & good riddance

[xumoonhao]

the catharsis of deleting all the lil clips i used 🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻

[nutzgunray-lvt]

I knew I wasn't going to like the ending, but I wasn't expecting it to be so underwhelming and just ugh.

- Izuku and 1A fell out of contact once they graduated... but the "Deku Squad" goes and makes their own hero team while Izuku's over here talking about how LONELY it is that he's not a hero while everyone else around him is. Then when he gets to be Iron Izuku, they get back in touch. Yeah, found family my ass.

- The hero ranking system hasn't changed at all, despite it causing so many problems in the story. In fact, it's even WORSE now that heroics is solely concentrated on those with strong Quirks due to the low crime rate. Again, anyone can be a hero, but only if they have not just A Quirk, but a strong one at that. Eventually, another AFO or Shigaraki will rise up, and they're back to square one.

- Bakugou dropping in the ranks due to his aggression and attitude is both surprising and welcomed. I'd been dreading him being #1, but again, it shows that he's received NO character development in 8 fucking years. He'd be in his twenties at that point. Grow the fuck up.

- I guess Aizawa's "apology" to Izuku amounted to absolutely nothing, and Midnight might as well have never been Mic and Aizawa's friend, given how they don't acknowledge her death.

This series had so much potential and a lot of things that I liked about it, but I'm glad it's been put out of its misery. I just wish it could have been told by a better author.

[toss-a-coin-to-your-stan-account]

no bc nothing that will happen in what's left of the witcher will ever top the raw unadulterated You Had To Be There Moment of being a yennskier enjoyer watching s2 for the first time when it came out after only having yennefer & jaskier bonding in the form of blood of elves and post-s1 fandom content and being Absolutely Fucking Blindsided by such high undiluted amounts of yennskier that I ended the season feeling like every single fucking person in this goddamn house md screenshot at once

[il-predestinato]

Finally, the day has come!

[jackie-gremlin-ghost]

Rory: Gaslights Lydia repeatedly, proposes to her AT HER FATHER’S FUNERAL, wants her to marry him in TWO DAYS, pressures/guilts her into saying yes, invites a shit-ton of influencers when she insisted on it being a small, private affair, and admits that he never believed in her or loved her for herself, just her bank account.

Me:

[echollama]

Hearing Rooster Teeth shutting down is like hearing a distant family passing away: you see them maybe once a year at gatherings, you don't know their daily lives, you were close to them while you were younger but as time passes you've moved onwards elsewhere, and one day you hear they've passed on.

You feel indifferent mostly, but somewhere in there a little piece laments that they are no longer around.

[eupheme]

thoughts on 2024 ✨

this year was definitely a rough one, but I’ve been so grateful for this space - the comfort in the fics I’ve read and the kind and talented people I’ve had the pleasure of interacting with (and befriending!! never not in awe and excited about that!) has meant more than I can say.

I got to join two new fandoms this year for series I’ve loved for some time, and the friends I’ve met & the community has helped restore and encourage my enthusiasm for writing in a way that I will forever be so grateful for. I started making a list of people to tag (my fallout friends, logan aficionados, ppcu pals, tnbf lovelies, beloved mutuals) but I would hate to forget anyone, because I really do mean everyone that’s stopped by to chat, left me a kind comment, tagged me in a game, or shared something we have in common - thank you, for hanging out with me this year.

To wrap the year up, I have some fic recs queued for this evening! 💖 please check them out, I am so proud of all of you for putting yourselves out there, and sharing your amazing ideas.

signing off by sending lots of love to all of you, I am wishing for a great start to 2025 🥂 happy new years, friends 💕

[cherryjuicegf]

He sees her last. After the blood and the gloom and the despair that plagued his sight, after the death and the wails and the pleas that teared at his chest, he sees her last.

Chaos, he thinks, has never looked more serene.

In another place, at another time, it would be beautiful.

Now Yennefer meets his eyes from across the hall and a sudden jolt shakes her whole and she runs, gods, she runs to him with such helplessness and relief that he knows he will welcome the most bruising hug, if it means it will keep her afloat. There is a weeping beauty in sadness, but not for her eyes. Never for her eyes.

As she buries her head in his shoulder, he feels her heart digging a hole in his chest. He holds her tight.

"Thank the gods," she whispers, as though to herself, "thank the gods you're alive."

In another place, at another time, he would make a joke, perhaps about the feeling not being mutual, just to steal a smile and a banter from her lips.

But he has no heart for that now. Not even for that.

He only has a chain clenched tight around his heart and gutting his voice in shame every time he opens his mouth to speak. "Yennefer, I–"

At once, she looks at him. "No words." As though she knows what he would say, as though she knows all he hasn't done, and mourns him anyway. She shakes her head, eyes huge and dark and pleading. "You can't stay here, it's dangerous. You have to go. You have to find Geralt."

"Yennefer, Yen– I know." His fingers dig into her arms and he can't bear to loosen his hold, he can't bear to let her go. Not yet. He smiles, soft. Leans to search for her eyes, for just a moment of peace in their turbulent current. "I just wanted to see my darling witch."

Yennefer stares at him for a moment, shoulders tense. Then, she huffs a laugh. Her expression softens, almost crumbles.

He feels her hands shaking where she holds him and the corners of her lips tremble as though with all the unspoken screams of the sea trapped into a single shell, wailing and weeping and waiting to be heard. He only wishes he had time to put her heart to his ear.

Her voice is quivering as she speaks. "I don't know where Ciri is," she says and it sounds like the complaint of a mother and a child crushed into one, like the world's cruelest crime, the earth's deepest regret, choked in swallowed tears. "I don't know where she is, I don't–"

She doesn't let her face break, as if she knows that when the bottle cracks, there will be no end or beginning, as if she knows he will only have to stay there, and hold her through it. And he cannot stay here between death's teeth.

She can't afford this too.

But he knows terror when he sees it in her eyes, for it is not frequent, and floods them with a different kind of darkness. It breaks his heart.

She looks at him for a moment deeply, in thought. Then she lets out a sharp breath. Quiet, exhausted. "Gods, Jaskier. I'm losing everything all over again. And then," she nods at him from tip to toe and laughs again, as though she finds it absurd, "here you are. Here you always are."

Maybe it sounds painful, because she winces.

Maybe she cannot bear looking at him, maybe in hope it will hurt less if she loses him. But Jaskier doesn't abandon her eyes, only stays there, because their violet melts just like then, just like that other time she was all bereft and scared and he got to see it, and knew. Yet again, a familiar kind of despair.

But, gods. What else could one make out of shared pain, except for love?

A tear flows down her cheek, and he wipes it away with his thumb before it shatters. He holds her face. "Hey. You are not in this fight alone." He swallows, voice thick, hand firm as though to caress the love on her skin and right into her. "Not anymore."

Oh, she has been alone for so long. So long that her first instinct is to disbelieve him, doubt him, squint. But it is only for a moment.

Because his thumb is still stroking her cheek clean of stray tears and her brows can only twitch in desperate acceptance as she slowly covers his hand with hers and leans into his touch, closes her eyes. Presses on, as though to memorize the shape of his palm when it's missing, as though asking of him to remember her shape.

Jaskier can't hear her, but feels her own voice in his head as he prays they don't become no more than a memory.

"We'll meet again." She looks at him again and now her voice is steadier.

It makes him smile. He will miss this. Offering a hand for her to lean into every now and then. Watching as she rises again, indelible.

A chuckle, as the curtain threatens to rise. "Eh, I wouldn't worry too much about that. Besides," he speaks softer now, like a lullaby, like a confession, "I could never be done with the likes of you, Yennefer of Vengerberg."

A promise.

And Yennefer smiles, through the tears, and shakes her head. How strange, how comforting. To fight so hard for a purpose, and to know the purpose is willing, at last, to fight back for you.

With a deep sigh, she raises her head. And there she is again. Solid, seething, like a burning hill. "Don't leave Geralt alone."

"You know I won't." Then, pleading. "Be strong."

He knows she will be. It's mostly to remind himself.

Slowly, their hands drop away, and he hopes the warmth of her touch lingers on his hand for a while.

"Be brave," she replies, but she knows too. "I won't be there to save you this time." Jaskier huffs, mostly to hold back tears. "Well, then," she continues, and her voice is suddenly strained in a half-laugh, half-sob, an attempt perhaps, to seal the promise back. "Goodbye. Good luck–"

Only, she can't.

Her voice dies in her throat, and she presses her lips together, in refusal, in grief. Her eyes are wet again.

Jaskier lets out a silent gasp and shakes his head, pulling her close one last time, tighter than before. This is too much. He can't ask for too much. So he only lets her steal some breaths from his chest before he lets her go, and places a kiss on her head.

He feels her holding her breath, or his, as she pulls back and silently looks at him one last time.

And then, like a cord snapping in two, she turns around and walks outside the room. She doesn't look back.

And Jaskier watches numb. Her form disappears behind the walls and he stands wrecked, a sob threatening to rip his throat apart.

Broken, trembling, he smiles at her remaining memory, and decides to seal her promise himself. "Good riddance."

His voice echoes back to him in the empty hall.

[pointlessjey]

Goodbye to the worst year of my life!

[bigbrotherismyreligion]

Okay kenney……

[hekateinhell]

i think the vc girlies (gn) can use this one

[nutzgunray-lvt]

It really doesn't say anything good as a writer if the only character who has actually developed is a freaking one off character.

[skyerocketing-anxiety]

Good Omens fans it's so incredibly over. It's truly never been more over than it is now

[il-predestinato]

Charles Leclerc after the Pirelli test in Bahrain. 🎥: Scuderia Ferrari (March 7, 2023)

[silvers-not-home]

i hope im like a whisper in the wind that constantly whispers ‘grumbo is better than both mumscarian and scarian’ into your ear and it irritates you so much

oooooo you wanna wave me away so bad but you forget i am but a figment of your imagination, a personification of what your heart and soul knows is right oooooooo

you fool you underestimate the power of multishipping. there is no "better ship" when THEYRE ALL GOOD!!! MUAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!! *conveniently timed lightning strike as i stand in Frankenstein's tower*

[neverneedabitchimwhatabitchneeds]

„That's what life is about

Truly findin' yourself

And then closin' your eyes and dyin' in your sleep“