jaskier's lacy chemise

i'm such a friend lover. i genuinely believe that my friends are the coolest funniest loveliest most ridiculously joyous people out there! im biased as hell!! i think theyre all rad! and the universe just so happened to slip all these beloved people into my orbit! and vice versa!! wtf!

You are a monster.

This picture does things to me.

Jaskier is shirtkess, revealing for the first time his well toned body, the faint dusting of dark hair on his chest, the thickness of those arms...

And we can only see a black-clad leg but we know it's Geralt, standing there, watching Jaskier bathe. We can't see his face but we don't need to. We know he's yearning.

Jaskier isn't looking at him, he's completely oblivious. But if he were to look, he'd see Geralt briefly peek his tongue between his lips as he licks them, there and gone again. See that desirous gleam in his eye, quickly disguised. And if he had witcher powers, he'd hear the quickening of Geralt's heart, the only thing that could raise a witcher's heartbeat being the person he loves...

I love women who are unabashedly big.

Women with big laughs, big smiles, big voices, big bodies, and even bigger personalities to match. Women that don’t care if they take up space with long strides and sit with their legs miles apart.

They give big hugs and big kisses, and they have big hearts. Big, proud women are amazing.

This posts includes trans women and excludes terfs, btw.

Rb this version pls

nothing worse than when the premise of something captivates you but then it sucks ass. bro you put this idea out into the world and you didn’t even do it a shred of justice

I’ve always wanted to write a book dedication “To all the authors whose ideas inspired me to write, and whose execution inspired me to edit”

Plagued by brain worms