Sidhbeor

Anything geeky so long as it’s positive

[thevoidlookedback]

I don’t care for vampire vegetarianism. It feels like an awfully strange thing to desire demons just to defang them.

[toastyglow]

the backrooms are simply not as scary conceptually if there is Something In Them

[toastyglow]

the whole reason why they're so unnerving is BECAUSE there's nothing in them!! because they're unrelentingly liminal and lonely and uncomforting. there shouldn't be a monster guy in there chasing you. you should glimpse other humans (?) from a distance but they walk away before you can close the gap and then they're gone. things should run away from YOU. do u get it

[toastyglow]

"and there was a MONSTERowooowwohhhh" the monster is isolation and banal beige sameness and uncanny valley architecture. you fool. you rube. you're putting a hat on a hat and the second hat is not only unnecessary but it ruins the first hat!!!!!!! "there's a monster in there" great so now it's just another place for a monster to be. ridiculous

[byjove]

Movie about a depressed and rather morbid autistic man planning to commit suicide and picking up a number of odd jobs in an effort to raise enough money to meticulously plan and prepay for his funeral so his mother doesn’t have to worry about it after he is gone. He begins to connect with people and enjoy life for the first time while working part time as a greeter in the funeral home, helping an eccentric old lady organize her basement, walking 7 dogs and maintaining a feral cat colony for a guy with a broken foot, playing a number of bit parts in local ads and stocking the shelves at the convenience store at night. In the end, he has befriended many of his neighbors and he decides he does not want to die and goes back to school to become a funeral director instead.

[byjove]

He is popular at his funeral home gig because he keeps accidentally saying things that are very reassuring and death positive. Because he wants to die. He eventually donates his funeral fund to the old lady’s granddaughter after her sudden death so she does not have to sell her grandmother’s prized possessions to pay for her funeral.

[byjove]

The old lady gifts him one of her ceramic cats at the beginning of the film which he reluctantly accepts out of politeness. Near the end of the film, he adopts a friendly cat from the cat colony that looks remarkably like the ceramic cat and names it after her, signaling his commitment to surviving and caring for his cat the way the old woman lived for her ceramic collection.

[thememedaddy]

[pickleforstony]

[nyaa]

“omg you’re just blogging for attention”

and you’re blogging??? for gold? Women? Immortality?

[geekandmisandry]

[worldheritagepostorganization]

World Heritage Post

[thundergrace]

Oh my God! 😭 You dropped this queen 👑

[thundergrace]

To think I thought I knew what ethereal beauty was before now. Laughable.

[lymeandcoconut]

she’s so beautiful i had to include a few more photos

[transsexualpuffin]

The thing about so many left-leaning conspiracies about Israel is like. Why would they be doing that. I just saw a video where someone claimed that “the recent pistachio trend” is being manufactured by Israel to push pistachio production out of the Middle East. And it’s like ???? What. Why would they care about that. They don’t even get the profits. Dear god antisemitism has just rotted people’s brains right through.

excuse me but

The Fuck What

[thedemonofcat]

So, you know that scene from Van Helsing (2004), where Anna dances with Dracula at the ball, then looks in the mirror and sees only herself.

I used it as inspiration for a Geaskier idea.

Jaskier had been invited to perform at a ball. Naturally, he managed to convince Geralt to come along with him.

Geralt is less than thrilled about this idea. Yet more, Geralt finds himself agreeing to things he would otherwise despise, just to make Jaskier happy.

So, Geralt is watching Jaskier dance with the Lord hosting the party when the witcher looks in the mirror.

And only sees Jaskier in the mirror.

(This Scene)

[thedemonofcat]

First, there's Geralt, who is utterly convinced that Jaskier is only human. And humans are fragile. They bruise, they bleed, they break far too easily.

So Geralt is fiercely protective. He hovers, worries, and throws himself between Jaskier and anything that even vaguely resembles danger. The very thought of Jaskier getting hurt is enough to make Geralt's stomach twist.

Then there are the other witchers.

Unlike Geralt, they've already pieced together that Jaskier is most definitely not human. In fact, whatever species he belongs to will probably outlive death itself.

Which means they're perfectly content to stand back and let Jaskier indulge in his most feral instincts.

After all, if an ancient, immortal creature wants to climb onto the roof, steal questionable objects, antagonize monsters three times his size, or hiss at strangers for reasons known only to himself... who are they to interfere?

It's natural.

The way the gods intended.

[thedemonofcat]

Jaskier was furious with Geralt.

It had all begun with a rumour. Somewhere along the Path, Geralt had heard whispers of a bard cursed into a monster. Given Jaskier's remarkable talent for stumbling into catastrophes, Geralt had immediately assumed the unfortunate bard could only be him.

Without a second thought, Geralt had set off to break the curse.

The only problem?

It wasn't Jaskier.

Jaskier was perfectly alive, perfectly healthy, and, until very recently, perfectly content.

The cursed bard was Valdo Marxs.

Valdo.

Of all the bards in the Continent, Geralt had managed to mistake that insufferable prick for Jaskier.

Now Jaskier was nursing a spectacular grudge. Partly because Geralt hadn't bothered to verify whether he was actually cursed before charging off on a heroic rescue. Partly because Geralt had apparently been willing to rescue another bard.

But mostly...

Mostly because that other bard was Valdo Marx.

[thedemonofcat]

Months after the events on the mountain, Geralt sets out to find Jaskier, hoping for a chance to apologize. Of course, that's far easier said than done.

Here's what Geralt has managed to piece together so far:

After leaving Oxenfurt, Jaskier was abducted by guards in the employ of his parents.

Sometime later, he was seized by a band of traveling bandits.

The bandits then sold him to Nilfgaard, where he was imprisoned for being a known associate of Geralt.

While being transported back to Nilfgaard by ship, the vessel was attacked by pirates, who promptly took Jaskier captive.

The pirate ship was then attacked by a dragon, who, thanks to poor eyesight and Jaskier's fondness for jewelry and brightly colored doublets, mistook the bard for a particularly shiny treasure.

The last Geralt heard, a group of Fae had spirited Jaskier away from the dragon.

[thedemonofcat]

After the breakup on the mountain, Fae Jaskier retreats to his home realm, leaving the human world—and Geralt—behind. There, he takes up a new calling as a fairy godmother. Or, more accurately, a fairy godfather, though Jaskier insists the title is far more elegant.

His first assignment is a rather unexpected one: he is tasked with watching over Ciri.

By the laws of the Fae, only the human a Fae is assigned to can see them, unless the Fae chooses to reveal themselves. So while Ciri can see Jaskier in his true Fae form, Geralt remains completely unaware that the bard is there at all.

Jaskier genuinely wants to help Ciri, guiding her through the dangers and difficulties of the human world. But he is still wounded from what happened with Geralt, and a little bit of his old dramatic spite remains. As he grants Ciri’s wishes, he may find himself subtly encouraging requests that are perfectly reasonable for her… but just inconvenient enough to make Geralt’s life considerably more complicated.

[thedemonofcat]

After the mountain, Jaskier doesn't stop travelling with witchers.

He simply stops travelling with Geralt.

Over the years, he falls into step with one witcher after another. They are kinder than Geralt ever was—less guarded with their gratitude, quicker with a smile, more willing to admit they enjoy the company of a bard. They laugh at his jokes, make room for him by the fire, and ask about his songs instead of merely tolerating them.

They are, by every measure, easier to love.

And yet, somehow, Jaskier never does.

Instead, against all reason and every ounce of self-preservation, he finds that his heart still belongs to the White Wolf.

Meanwhile, each winter at Kaer Morhen, Geralt hears stories about his bard from whichever brother Jaskier had been travelling with that year.

It is strange, listening to witchers speak so fondly of someone Geralt had always assumed he knew.

Because, as it turns out, there is a great deal Geralt never knew.

A great deal he never thought to ask.

He never knew Jaskier was part elf.

He never knew the bard had three siblings, or that family was a subject Jaskier carefully stepped around whenever anyone grew too curious.

He never knew what Jaskier taught at Oxenfurt Academy. Never knew how many instruments he could play with effortless mastery, or how many languages he spoke.

He didn't even know that "Jaskier" wasn't his real name.

It was Julian.

Geralt had spent years with the man at his side.

And somehow, he had never truly met him

[thedemonofcat]

Geralt is not jealous.

He doesn't feel jealous. Geralt is a witcher; he doesn't have any emotions. A stoic monster hunter

Except that Geralt has gotten a new horse.

This Roach likes Jaskier more.

Geralt is totally not jealous of this.

[help-help-i-need-an-adult]

[thedemonofcat]

Geralt is not jealous.

He doesn't feel jealous. Geralt is a witcher; he doesn't have any emotions. A stoic monster hunter

Except that Geralt has gotten a new horse.

This Roach likes Jaskier more.

Geralt is totally not jealous of this.

[thedemonofcat]

Massive problem: Jaskier has been kidnapped again.

It’s all wrong; Jaskier doesn’t have the right outfit on, and his makeup isn’t right. The lighting in this dungeon is all wrong for Jaskier to lie around helpless.

Honestly, do these criminals think of nothing?

How is a bard meant to be a sexy damsel in distress in these conditions for Geralt to come save him?