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[dailykoreanpop]

[130320] SHINee’s Jonghyun & f(x)’s Amber, Luna @ MBC Show Champion

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[dailytomlinson]

Louis via charlielightening on instagram - 13.03

[gunesinkeyfininkahyasi]

eskiden ne kadar güzel şeyler biriktirip saklamışım*

[dechart]

Yo but July by Noah Cyrus kinda Geraskier tho

i only did the first half of the song but I still hope you like it anyway❣️ thank u for the idea!

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i've been holding my breath / i've been counting to ten / over something you said

"maybe she'll make a better travel companion then." One.

"I'm not your friend." Two.

"it's like ordering a pie and finding it has no filling." Three.

"he's a..." Four.

"I just want some damn peace!" Five.

"you're on your own from now on." Six.

"fuck off, bard." Seven.

"go on. I'll catch up." Eight.

"composing your next song?" Nine.

"damn it, Jaskier! Why is it that whenever I find myself in a pile of shit these days, it's you, shoveling it? if life could give me one blessing... it would be to take you off my hands." Ten -

The words echo in Jaskier's head,

repeating themselves endlessly on a loop. Maybe. Maybe.. Maybe..

And maybe.

Maybe Geralt was right. Right all along, because Jaskier is a nuisance, nothing but a burden, an annoyance. And if destiny's path is full of shit, then Jaskier really is the shovel, picked up and moved by destiny's hand.

i've been holding back tears / while you're throwing back beers / i'm alone in bed

alone in his tent, he repeats Geralt's words inside his head. the night in the mountains is cold and harsh, his hands are freezing; shaking - but not because of the weather. he thinks of going out for a while, for a walk, maybe -

Again - maybe.

Things are never certain for Jaskier.

And that maybe throws him a while back, not too long ago, to a dirty, dusty tavern room with a particular bath in it, and he repeats his own words in his head, "maybe someone out there will want you," and he repeats the same words out loud, and they taste bitter coming out of his mouth. but he says them still, forces himself. and "maybe someone out there will want you" becomes "I'm weak and I am wanting", and suddenly seawater tears are streaming down his face from his ocean eyes and he can't hide himself from himself. And he realises he is broken.

You know I, I'm afraid of change / guess that's why we stay the same

and he is terrified, terrified of telling Geralt the truth, because he knows it will only drive him away and they'll be drifting apart even further than they were to begin with, and he doesn't want that to happen - because he found his destiny. But he didn't know destiny could hurt so much -

So tell me to leave, I'll pack my bags, get on the road / find someone that loves you better than I do, darling, I know / 'cause you remind me every day, I'm not enough, but I still stay

And he really isn't enough. because when? When will he amount to anything? all he does is get himself into trouble. all he does is talk... and talk... and talk... He flirts and jokes and plays it, plays the part, because what other choice does he have? and he knows that whatever geralt will say he'll do, because he's hopeless, and helpless, and he is weak and he is wanting, and there's nothing he can do. If geralt tells him to leave, he'll do it. Because he has no courage to do it himself. And it's getting colder, and it's getting darker, and he realizes he isn't describing the weather, or the atmosphere, he is describing his own heart. And he is weak and wanting and selfish and sad, and he curls himself up to a ball, and lays down and listens to his own foolish, desperate heart beating, and he knows someone else knows how geralt's heart beats, how slowly and surely. And he lets out a cry he can't keep in, he hopes no one hears. But no, he wants them to hear! His pain... No. He keeps it to himself then, scrubs his eyes with the back of his hand, his ocean eyes that yield seawater tears, and he is silent now. And whatever geralt tells him, he will do it. Because he is weak and wanting and oh, so hopelessly Geralt's.

He falls asleep with teardrops still hot on his cheeks.

[hlupdate]

charlielightening: First two shows were proper, he smashed it, gutted for the lad and the fans, but just a taster for what's to come. . . . @louist91 #louistomlinson #2020worldtour . . . 📸 @charlielightening

[mukemmelhatalarim]

bana bakmazken bakmayı, öylece gülümsemeyi öyle çok seviyorum ki. yanımda bile olsa öyle anları kaçırmamaya çalışıyorum. o anlarda ne saklı bilmiyorum ama öylece uzaktan sevmeyi kanıksamışım ki yanımdayken bile uzakmışcasına seviyorum. o zamanlarda daha az korkuyorum sanıyorum kaybetmekten. hani yanımda değil ki gitsin gibi, sanırım. yanımdasın, yanımda olmanı ve yokmuşcasına izlemeyi de çok seviyorum çocuk.

[picturesofthearsenal]

Premier League Matches Called Off Over Coronavirus Concerns

A general view of the Emirates Stadium, home to Arsenal Football Club on March 13, 2020 in London, England. It has been announced that all football league matches, including the Premier League and Women’s Super League, have been postponed until at least April 3 in response to the threat of coronavirus. This follows UEFA's decision to suspend fixtures in the Champion's League and the Europa League, as many top flight players enter self-isolation. (Photo by Dan Kitwood & ISABEL INFANTES/AFP via Getty Images)

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