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hymnsofheresy

i just woke up from a dream where i was being interrogated by a bunch of people asking me if “furbies are kosher” firstly…. im not jewish. secondly……..what the fuck

hymnsofheresy

please stop sending me asks pertaining to the kosher status of furbies. i really do not know. this was just a manifestation of my subconscious. im assuming that they are not kosher because furbies aren’t even food. but who knows! ask a rabbi, if you must.

natashatroyka-deactivated201902

Jew here! Furbies are actually worse than unkosher–they are not permissible as food, even for gentiles. This is because the Torah teaches that it is forbidden for any human to eat the meat of an animal that is still alive, and the Furby cannot die.

hymnsofheresy

hi this is the most ominous description of a furby i have ever heard

alexander

This is important hello (x)

itsahalest0rm

Reblogging again for the fuckboy who ignored it the first time

henamyung

THIS IS SO IMPORTANT

mischiefthewitchy

*slow clap for australia* shit mates. Wow.

okssure

I will probably reblog this once a day

thewisestqueen

forgotten-daydreamer

Reblog. Always reblog.

gishifu

This is what we mean when we talk about gendered socialization. Wonderful to see an entire government standing up and talking about it.

mars-amaranthine

Though I’d also like to say, women are definitely NOT the only people who go through this kind of thing. Society needs to stop pushing the idea that men can’t have feelings, can’t go through shit, and can’t be abused just as a woman could.

People need to help others, regardless of race, gender, sexuality, ethnicity, religion. It doesn’t matter, because we’re people. And y'all need to start acting like it.

Always reblog. 💜💜

thewitcherdaily

*Internal panicked “Hmms”*

inber

*Camera pans to Jaskier with a laser pointer*

andyet-here-we-are

Best addition ever

pyfagoras

The Letter for the King (2020)

whitepeopletwitter

ampervadasz

wickedwonderlandd

Hazel was FUCKING DONE

karazrel

bonus:

blackqueerblog

i wish somebody looked at me like the way he looked at that onion

that-twink-over-there

The scream always takes me out 🤣

this-is-a-job-for-vesemir

Geralt wondering if it’s gay to share a brain cell with the bard but not getting an answer because it’s not his turn to use it

dandelionslute-deactivated20200

If your still taking requests, all the creature!jaskier stories have been filling a need I didn't know I had, but I've seen very few with the idea of Jaskier being a vampire from the beginning. I get that it's angstier with him transforming in front of Geralt, but I like the idea that the nights he's sleeping around, he's actually feeding and Geralt doesn't think much on the smell of blood since some people are into it being rough, up until he accidentally walks in on Jaskier fang deep in a neck

Finally.

It’s the early hours of the morning and Geralt’s taken the left side of the double bed because it’s closer to the door and should someone come looking for trouble, he was in a better strategical position to hold the room, and to protect Jaskier. Also, it was the less damp side.

He’s been lying awake for who knows how many hours, the sun threatening to peak up past the hills any moment now, when the latch on the door finally clicks open, and he doesn’t have to worry because he can smell instantly that it’s Jaskier. But where the fuck has he been? Well, Geralt knew the answer to that, but still. Why bother coming back this late. Or was it early?

They’d been playing this game ever since they met - Jaskier sneaking (and sometimes not sneaking) off at night, never really hiding the fact that he was flitting about and finding love wherever he could. Geralt wondered what it was about Jaskier that drew so many people in, I mean, if you ignored the gorgeous eyes and soft hair and lovely lips and tall, lithe body and talented fingers and dreamy voice and the way he breathed and -

Oh.

Jaskier’s kind, he thinks, too kind, in the way he walks on his toes as silent as possible to climb into bed beside Geralt and not wake him. Geralt lays still, eyes closed, breathing gently but he has to really make a point to not sit up in surprise when he smells blood, and it’s not Jaskier’s blood, oh no.

And that’s new.

Okay, he thinks, squeezing his eyes tight. This is okay. Maybe they got a little carried away. Some people like it rough. But blood? And wait.. if this wasn’t Jaskier’s blood, but someone else’s… was Jaskier the one who made them bleed? That thought definitely shouldn’t turn him on a little, but it does anyway.

Geralt notices it more. Jaskier creeping back in with that hot scent mixed with his and Geralt can almost taste the metallic tang of it. Maybe this was Jaskier’s thing.

He told Jaskier he’d be gone all night. So it’s really his own fault when he opens the door and is met with.. well. A sight, that’s for sure.

A lovely blonde woman with her sleeve dropping off her shoulder, leaning up against the wall beside the bed with Jaskier’s hands around her waist and his head buried in her neck, body pressed in close. Her eyes flutter a little but land on Geralt, standing in the doorway, and she shakes Jaskier’s shoulders frantically.

He turns and looks at Geralt and there’s blood staining his lower lip and red on his fangs.

Fangs?

Geralt un-sheaths his sword quickly and points it at the pair. He narrows his eyes at the woman and makes space in the doorway beside him. “Go.”

She slips out of Jaskier’s grasp and runs.

Geralt turns his attention to Jaskier, who’s wiping at his mouth with the back of his hand and backing up into the corner. “I can explain,” he stutters, putting his hands up in a sign of surrender.

Geralt’s silent, thinking. He keeps his sword raised. “The blood.. the smell.”

“Shit,” Jaskier swallows and he can’t help but dart his tongue out to lick across the blood on his lip, immediately regretting it when Geralt glares at him. “I didn’t think, I thought I’d cleaned up enough. You weren’t supposed to smell it.”

Geralt raises an eyebrow. “I’m a Witcher. You thought I wouldn’t smell it? I was engineered to have a sense of smell better than even the most well trained hound.”

Jaskier just blinks at him.

“What the fuck is going on here, Jaskier?” Geralt asks, and his voice is angry now, demanding.

Jaskier look down at the floor and runs his hands through his hair. He looks back up at Geralt. Well, here goes. “I’m a vampire.”

This time, it’s Geralt who blinks. “What?”

“A vampire,” Jaskier replies, “surely you’ve heard of them.”

Geralt says nothing at the joke, the sword still raised in his hand, not quite sure if he should drop it just yet or not.

“Fuck,” Jaskier sighs and shifts on his feet a little. “I’ve always been a vampire. I was… born like this. I’m not bad though, I promise. I only feed on people who let me,” he insists, eyes wide. “I would never hurt anybody.”

It’s true. Geralt knows it.

“I couldn’t tell you,” Jaskier continues, taking a step towards Geralt and Geralt tips his head with a warning look, keeping the sword pointed at him. “I met you, and I’d never met anyone like you… and I never have again. I couldn’t tell you and have you leave me. Or kill me, maybe,” Jaskier makes a face and Geralt thinks I never could.

“I only feed on people who let me, and it’s funny how many people do,” he repeats, another step closer. “I swear it. I always thought it was easier for you to think I was off entangled in the arms of a lover, which I suppose is not always entirely untrue,” he gives a playful little smirk and Geralt feels a wave of jealousy crash into him.

“People let you?” Geralt manages, eyes fixated on Jaskier as he steps a little closer.

Jaskier shrugs. “I guess people get one look at these,” he twitches his top lip just enough for the tips of his fangs to show, “and get a little.. curious.”

The way he says it makes Geralt’s face hot.

“It’s not like I’m turning them, Geralt,” Jaskier says and he reaches his hand out to the tip of Geralt’s sword, gentle fingers pushing it downwards with no resistance. “I’m just.. hungry. I need to eat. And it’s better to find someone who’s willing, than to go stalking prey in the night.”

Geralt puts his sword away, against every instinct in his body. Jaskier smiles.

“Why go in search of someone who could betray you.. show interest and then turn around and slay you,” Geralt says, upset at Jaskier’s recklessness. “You could’ve just-”

“What? Told you? Asked you?” he laughs. “I’m hungry, Geralt, can I have some blood?”

Geralt says nothing, and it says everything.

“Oh,” Jaskier says quietly, blushing a little. His eyes dance across Geralt’s face, lingering on his mouth just a little. “You’d let me, wouldn’t you?”

It’s an easy answer - yes - but Geralt can’t make a sound. He nods.

Jaskier closes the distance between them with a few more steps and Geralt catches him by the hips with firm hands. Jaskier’s eyes are low and they dart between Geralt’s own, and his throat.

“Then let me.”

yazuminkelei

jaskier, despite his reactions, is actually much better at handling his journey with geralt than most people give him credit for. he gets involved in a lot of endeavours (voluntarily) that could end up killing him, gets attacked verbally and physically, yet he still manages to be compassionate. he shows moments of hurt disbelief, but we’ve never seen him truly angry

even when people snap at him, he takes it because he can empathize with them, knows that they’re in a bad head space and they need time. he’s patient and kind and understanding with a heart of gold

so on a completely different note: here’s a list of things that make jaskier go absolutely apeshit

geralt mishandles his lute and jaskier ignores him for a solid hour

(he can’t go any longer than that)

someone even looks at ciri the wrong way

jaskier, ready to kill: you have such lovely eyes. be a shame if someone happened to gouge them out

anyone questioning his fashion taste

yennefer: don’t you think your trousers are a little…

geralt and ciri, frantically making DON’T DO IT hand gestures

yennefer: …last season

jaskier, letting out an offended gasp: wha - you - last season? you want to know what’s lAsT sEaSoN? the trousers geralt’s wearing - those are last decade. you’re lucky we’re allowed into any civilized society because i dress with the trend and people admire my fashion sense. do you know how much i spent on these? lAsT seAsON? i’ll show you laSt sEAsoN -

he overhears someone disrespecting geralt at a bar

(they’ve heard of the scary witcher, but now they’ve also heard about his completely feral bard)

jaskier, hands wrapped around the offenders neck, shaking the light out of their eyes: i dare you to say that again -

uncle-knobheads

Fic authors deserve more credit.

Story time: I started a book about 23 hours ago and just finished it. Also in that time I slept for 10 hours, spent time with family, was at work, etc. Anyway, I enjoyed the book (Simon vs. the Homo Sapiens Agenda). But it felt like it flew by, so after I finished I looked up the word count because what are pages? Pages are meaningless. I only function in word counts anymore.

The estimate I found was 58,580. My immediate reaction was “oh, that’s why. That’s nothing!” But what a shitty response. Because no. That’s not nothing. That’s a whole. Damn. Book. An entire novel! And Fic authors regularly bust out 30k, 50k, 100k, 150k words. AND THEY DO IT FOR FREE. WHILE WORKING AND LIVING THEIR LIVES.

So anyway, thank your favorite fic author today because they deserve it. Because they’re amazing. They’re the MVPs.

galadrieljones

Some rough word count equivalencies for you, via famous novels, just to give you an idea of what OP is saying:

30k fic = Animal Farm by George Orwell

50k fic = The Great Gatsby by F. Scott Fitzgerald

75k fic = Catcher in the Rye by JD Salinger

100k fic = To Kill a Mockingbird by Harper Lee

150k fic = The Two Towers by JRR Tolkien

200k fic = Moby Dick by Herman Melville

250k fic = Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix by JK Rowling

300k fic = A Feast for Crows by George RR Martin

350k fic = Lonesome Dove by Larry McMurtry

400k fic = Gone with the Wind by Margaret Mitchell

a-shakespearean-in-paris

I WROTE SOMETHING AS LONG AS MOBY DICK AND I DIDN’T EVEN KNOW

princesweetpea

I can’t believe I’ve surpassed Animal Farm.

Holy shit.

iffeelscouldkill

This is awesome. With that said, huge appreciation also to fic writers who write shorter fics - 10k, 5k, 1k, 500 words. Because yeah, huge long fics get a lot of love, and a lot of labour goes into them, but the same is true for tiny fics as well. Not everyone is banging out huge great novels, but little ficlets are fantastic and still bring readers a ton of joy.

So if you’re feeling a bit downcast because you can’t write that 50 chapter epic or your latest WIP is “only” 2k and it still took you ages - that’s amazing. Seriously. Not everyone is naturally wordy or prolific. And you can say a ton with just a few hundred or thousand words.

Props to short fic creators - you guys are awesome.

corancoranthemagicalman

The Lion, The Witch, and The Wardrobe = 38k fic

Charlie and the Chocolate Factory = 30k fic

Of Mice and Men = 30k fic

Breakfast At Tiffany’s = 24k fic

For those writers who discredit themselves because they feel they aren’t writing the novels that others might, you’re still writing a novella, my dears. You’re still putting time, effort, and passion into something. Well done.

(honestly shout out to all fuckin fic writers. You didn’t have to give us shit and still y'all out here living ya best life and doin something you love. Bravo.)

battlecries-dear

I’ve recently seen the idea of Jaskier being incredibly skilled with a dagger/sword/bow etc. becoming more popular and I am very excited

Basically he’s multiclassing as a bard/rogue and he’s damn good at it.

Years of learning every instrument and song he came across and talking his way into and out of trouble lent him to quick hands and an even quicker tongue

Subsequently years of getting too drunk at shady bars and fucking noblemens wives, sons, daughters, have led to him picking up a few... necessary skills for his survival

Be that knowing where to punch a man to make him fall or how much power to put behind a dagger so it finds purchase in a pursuers gut, he was no damsel

But sometimes it was nice to not have to always watch your back, to not always have to sit facing the door and sleep close to the window, so when Geralt came along, he made some assumptions, and it wasn’t Jaskiers job to correct him, so he let the Witcher do what he did best, no not kill monsters, he let him protect.