Sometimes I Hyperfocus So Hard On Something, I Forget I’m A Person Until Someone Interacts With Me.

#some things never change

tell me this isn’t exactly what this feels like

You’ve heard of sharing a bed. Now get ready for sharing a brain cell.

80% of my time is spent reading fanfic

So thanks to all writers

I can’t be the only who went StANd OuT AbOve the CrOwd 😎👍

The Oscars: The Witcher Edition

(insp.)

reblog if you’re part of the holy trinity of ignored sexualities

pansexual, bisexual, asexual

kaminari: 🎶 i want to see my little boy 🎶

kirishima, carrying a feral bakugou by the armpits: HERE HE COMES

not a single day has passed since twn2 that i don’t wish

geralt had protected jaskier with quen in that final battle

imagine it—jaskier scrambling for shelter as the table’s knocked askew, voleth meir has been besting and murdering witchers, he’s defenseless and terrified as she gears up for another blow—

and then geralt’s in his space

magic hums in the air. geralt groans with the effort of sustaining the shield. he has to get so close.

jaskier watches him, open-mouthed. overwhelmed with the pure fact of his longing, with his heartache, with how much he misses geralt protecting him, with how good it feels to have that protection again.

to be reminded that even now, geralt still wants to give it.

and then, before geralt returns to the fight, there’s a moment when he darts his concerned gaze down to jaskier. making sure he’s okay. reassuring him that no matter what, geralt will take care of him.

it would’ve taken 15 seconds, and it almost would’ve been enough for me