#i'd die for this man

[midnight-wonder]

I feel this is accurate scenes of the general public listening to Jaskiers songs.

Image 1 (the side eye) is a reaction to Burn Butcher Burn, because Jaskier has just publicly said he wants Geralt dead.

Image 2 (shocked man) is a reaction to The Ride of the Witcher, because now it's back to his old tune of celebrating and frankly, the fans can't keep up.

"Do we hate Geralt again?"

"No I don't think so?"

"Ok great."

[huxleaf]

I was talking w one of my classmates then i realized i was doing all the talking n he was just going "mhm" and "woah" and then i apologized for talking too much and then he looked me DEAD IN MY EYES AND WENT "its ok i like hearing u talk, ur voice is nice" mf what if i started SOBBING???

[inkskinned]

you said you were stuck in a time loop, which was fine. i feel like late-stage capitalism has us all in a time loop, ammiright? you came barging in at 5:33. in the morning. i hadn't even processed the idea of coffee.

but you had this look of utter panic in your eyes. terror like the ocean. you grabbed my cheeks. im in a time loop.

i don't know why in movies the first reaction is to deny it. when someone is panicking like that, it's not appropriate to ask them to calm down. it didn't matter if i believed it, what mattered was that you believed it so much that it was consuming you.

so here we are. i pour you some of the dark roast. "you look like utter and entire hell," i say.

you push your fingers into your eyes. "you always say that."

i try to think of something funny to say that i wouldn't have said on previous time loops, but jokes don't land without the proper timing (lol). "remind me to think -"

"-yeah, of a joke that only works in the future. and before you say anything, i know you're pissed i just stole your punchline." you bolt the coffee, which is wild. it's very hot. you don't seem to notice.

i blow on mine to cool it down. i both am very pissed at you and also i can't see you in this amount of panic without wanting to help. but i'm also not really sure what we are, not since i saw you kiss her like that, no offense. it just was like, kind of rude when you knew i liked you.

and besides. i'm just like, barely a person. i write omegaverse fanfiction. i love the concept of a time loop, but what the fuck am i gonna do? send an alpha in there? i open my mouth.

you point at me. "you're about to ask why me. and then say some disparaging shit about yourself. i'm just a nerd who plays dnd or something. that self-own is slightly different each time." you sigh. "i know you think you can't really help me. i don't know who can help me. i only came to you because you fucking believe me." you check your watch, sigh, and throw your head back. you cover your eyes with one hand. "i've come here on 26 separate revolutions," you say. "you have believed me every time. and yeah, i have no idea how you fit into this but i just -" you sigh again. "i just like fucking talking to someone about it."

"do you need more cof-" i start, but you're already holding the empty cup out. i frown at it. "you're not getting any more until you promise not to bolt this one like an animal."

you laugh a little and sit up, pushing your hair out of your face. "okay, that's new dialogue. but to be fair to you, i'm not usually this rude. i'm still pretty new at all of this." you check your watch again. another sigh. i guess you're cruising for a personal best in the Sigh Olympics.

i almost tell you im not an NPC but i've played enough video games to know i'm very much an NPC. i pour you another cup. "so what happens in the loop?"

"really bad explosion." you mutter into the mug. you put your elbows on the table (rude) and bury your face in your arms like an angsty teenager. one hand floats up while you talk, because evidently you literally can't talk without your hands. "i have to save the day and there's this bomb and i have no bomb training and it keeps moving, you know."

"do i die?"

you peek up from your arms. "yeah. bigtime. you keep trying to run or stay or do anything and you always super die."

"oh."

"to be fair, like, everyone dies in it though.... so you're in good company."

i hate that you make me laugh. i hate that being around you always feels tingly and strange, this electric tension between us. something that is evidently (given how you stuck your tongue down a stranger's throat literally 3 days ago) (well. 3 for me) super one-sided. i take a sip of my coffee and close my eyes.

i die today, i guess. a little spark of panic starts at the top of my hands and starts whipping up my wrists.

"shit," you say. you look at your watch and jump to your feet. "i have to go. if i can come back, i will. i am still trying to figure out when is best to do everything, you know? the order of stuff. maybe morning isn't good for us."

i look up at you and think about how you keep kissing me in the back of my car and in alleyways and in the dark. and i can never fucking get a read on you. and i also think about how incredibly panicked you look. how broken. how long have you been doing this? "i don't want to die," i say.

you glance downwards. "well, you're not really dead, you'll come back in the loop."

"but i will have died." my hands are shaking. i am trying really hard to stay calm.

you push your hands through your hair again. "i really have to go. i will have this discussion with the next version of you, though. it is like, something i am thinking about."

"but i don't get a next version," i say. i don't really have the language for this, because i haven't had 26 tries with you. i only have my memories: you, a week ago. drunk and telling me you loved me in my ear. you, kissing her anyway. you, months ago, throwing up on my birthday, whispering to me i ruin everything i touch, always, over and over. please don't ask. i can't ever fucking have that be you.

i run my finger along the rim of the mug. "i don't want to die in this one."

you seem baffled by this. "i get that but - time will reset, you'll be fine, you won't even remember we talked about this."

"but i know now." i stand up too. "i have to live the rest of this day knowing i could die. knowing i probably am going to."

"you could always die, to be fair."

i feel my hands get out of control. "earlier, you said i always say a different insult about myself. what if you're just going through different parallel universes and those are all just different - but real - versions of myself? what if you're not in a time loop, you're in a fucking universe loop?"

"if it helps, i've wondered this too. also, you're hot in all of them. if that helps."

i point at you. "no flirting. i'm trying to figure out if i die today."

"who's flirting?" you catch my wild hands and give me that long, perfect smile. like we're in this together. "i won't let ya die." you check your watch and sigh again. "well. maybe not this time."

i grit my teeth. you are so not making quips at me while i try to explain the existential dread i'm having. "does the time loop reset if i fucking kill you?"

"honestly i don't know how long it continues after i die, because i just wake up. it could be that the loop goes until the explosion for everyone, and we're all in the loop, or it could be that when i die, the loop restarts. when i die i wake up, is all."

i pull away from you and stalk into the kitchen and start doing all 3 of my dishes. "okay, first, you know i was joking. and secondly, this is exactly my point. you don't know if this is just a parallel universe. maybe in the ones where you died, the explosion happened and nobody reset and it's just you travelling." i have to stop and push my heel into my eyeball. "... how often have you died?"

i look at you. you look at me. you give me this very sad, halfway smile and a little what can ya do shrug. something in that action seems so old and weary that i want to burst into tears.

"i have to go," you say. "really. for real. there's this family of five i save from getting into a car crash. and i know it's like oh but we're all gonna die in the explosion anyway, what's the point. and..." you shrug again. "it matters to me, is all. at least i saved them for now. at least i saved anything."

you pad over to me and wrap me in a tight hug. you always seem so tall against me. i feel your cheek rest against the top of my head for a moment. for a second, it's just us, and the space is warm, and my heart is a little broken hare.

you leave me there, and i stand in my stupid badly lit kitchen with my stupid mugs. i think about you. i start texting my mom that she needs to get out of the city, but it feels pointless.

i don't know what to do. tomorrow is the same day for you. but i have to prepare to die in my today.

[spxcefarer]

[horsemeatluvr23]

i had a dream where etho accidentally called bdubs 'john' on stream,, and in retaliation bdubs said 'yes horace'..... and that's how we found out etho's real name is freaking. Horace.

[andy-clutterbuck]

The Ones Who Live | 1x03 - Bye

[moonchild-nissa]

[markantonys]

it seems very possible that adar will die this season, but it would be so much better if he survived all the way to the last season and spent that time going on an "enemy to reluctant ally to weird friend" arc with the good guys. season 5 lindon dinner party with adar sitting there with his emo outfit and unwashed hair and a bunch of orcs, glaring at everyone and demonstrating atrocious table manners, and some other elves who don't know him are side-eyeing him but gil-galad's like "oh that's just our weird friend don't worry about him"

[atypical-artisan]

Super Punch Out is 30 today!

Myself and a few others decided to re-make the posters from the spo manual to celebrate! Please enjoy the-

SUPER PUNCH OUT POSTER PROJECT!!

And here are all the lovely artists that helped me put it all together!! I thank you a billion and one times for making my little dream a reality!

Birdie Mac - collab between @zoidennnfie (Portrait), @fruitful-gummies (Name, blurb, and stats), Me (Colors, everything else drawn), @ohshy (Rendering and cool effects)

Gabby Jay - @ohshy

Bear Hugger - @sukipershipper

Piston Hurricane - @asmothe-racoon

Bald Bull - @powpowpunchout

Bob Charlie - @paunchout

Dragon Chan - @glassjoemybeloved

Masked Muscle - @upperhug

Mr. Sandman - @honeyhive65

Aran Ryan - Me! (See more versions and my thoughts on it here)

Heike Kagero - @scrubazoid

Super Macho Man - @fruitful-gummies

Mad Clown - @matchamabs (Go check out her comic project from may! It inspired this!)

Narcis Prince - @tonitheloftwing

Hoy Quarlow - @blormpo (No longer on tumblr but goes by blormpo_epicfail in most places)

Rick Bruiser - @ratticus-ratt

Nick Bruiser - @zoidennnfie

Background art - @lazypastry (Absolute champ for making Birdie's w out me asking :P)

And for some extra fun: Shitposters/silly goofy versions some of us made for shits n giggles (Warning for mild nsfw under the cut)

[evelynpr]

The day Izuku calls him "Katsuki" instead of Kacchan while arguing is the day Bakugo's heart explodes and dies for real

[marzipanandminutiae]

people really watch/read that scene in Emma where she talks to Mr. Knightley about how he can say whatever he wants because he's never been a dependent, and doesn't know what it's like to "have tempers to manage" and say "wow that's so sad that this adult woman has to walk on eggshells to keep the people who control her life- specifically, a man, her father -happy, and thus keep her place in the household"

and then turn around and insist that it's women's job to keep men from trying to violently take our human rights away, by just being ~sweet and kind~ to them at all times

[mendelsohnben]

Nathan Page as Detective Inspector Jack Robinson ↳ Miss Fisher's Murder Mysteries series 2

[drrav3nb]

KATHERINE HEPBURN as Jane Hudson ROSSANO BRAZZI as Renato de Rossi SUMMERTIME (dir. David Lean)

[jelly-fish-wishes]

These characters with be the end of me

[spicyavogato]

I NEED his pathetic ass back in the next life series you don't understand

[tea-cat-arts]