Congrats Bouncey!! 🥳 Dialogue prompt for you, darling! "I have a pretty nice cock but my butt is divine"
oh... oh Wolfie you beautiful goob.
tw: spicy-ish, alcohol mention but it’s just the boys being goofy together
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Geralt wasn’t drunk. He could feel the warm tingly sensation of alcohol swirling in his gut, sure, but he wasn’t drunk. Not like his brothers. The two of them were stumbling around Geralt’s spacious living room (’dancing’, Lambert had tried to assert before falling onto his ass on the carpet) to whatever Ke$ha song was blasting from Eskel’s “Pride” playlist.
Geralt leaned his ass against the edge of the couch and sighed. He loved his brothers, but they were a handful. As always.
“Why don’t you finally buck up and ask Jaskier on a proper date?” Lambert asked, swaying back up onto his feet like one of those inflatable noodle men you see at car dealerships. “He’s like a teacher or whatever, right?”
“Professor. He has a fucking doctorate, Lambert, show him some respect.”
“Whatever,” Lambert repeated, glaring. “You’ve been pining for months now, always talking about his sweet voice and his lovely eyes and his rather sizeable uh...”
“I think the exact description was enormous prick,” Eskel piped helpfully. “How did you see that anyway?”
“Guys,” Geralt growled, spinning away. “Swimming lessons with Ciri, I told you. We were both in the changing room at the public pool. Yen was helping Ciri in the women’s room but you know she doesn’t get her hair wet in public.”
“Well it doesn’t matter how you saw it, really,” Lambert smirked. “What matters is that you’ve been fucking drooling over this twunk for like two months and you can’t even say two words to him in person because your mouth goes dry when you think about bending over for him.”
“Shut up!” Geralt huffed, crossing his arms over his chest.
“I have a pretty nice cock but my butt is divine!” chirped a voice from Geralt’s back pocket.
All three Witchers jump in surprise.
“Did you...” Eskel grinned.
“Butt dial him? Yeah.” That was Lambert.
“Fuck, dude.” Eskel again.
“Geralt, do you want to take me off speaker so we can talk about this?” Jaskier finally asked.
“Uh... yeah, I guess.”
“Good luck, bro.”
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“Awwwwww gross!” Triss clapped. “What an adorable and weird getting-together story.”
“Yeah, that’s us,” Jaskier winked. “Adorable and weird.”
“He’s adorable,” Geralt smiled, nuzzling his nose into Jaskier’s over-soft hair. “And I’m weird.”
“We switch off,” Jaskier corrected. “He’s just being sweet.”
“Gross,” Lambert added from the couch. “Super gross.”
The “Beat the Boss phone” is an £27 micro-telephone built into a Bluetooth headset with only trace amounts of metal in its construction; it is lozenge-shaped and is designed to be…
Something for @argumate to consider for that trip.
Pocket Art Generator V.2 (Process Documentation)
I went back to the pages of pocket photos I had stored in Flickr, downloaded them individually and arranged them in Imovie. For the soundtrack, I went back to the output track I had compiled, grabbed a small selection, stretched the time and tempo to create more of a drone-like track with less variation and more hum to support the color swatch images.
“The problem is we need some money,” Giuliani says to an unidentified man during an accidental call to NBC News writer.
Late in the night Oct. 16, Rudy Giuliani made a phone call to this reporter.The fact that Giuliani was reaching out wasn't remarkable. He and the reporter had spoken earlier that evening for a story about his ties to a fringe Iranian opposition group.
But this call, it would soon become clear, wasn't a typical case of a source following up with a reporter.
The call came in at 11:07 p.m. and went to voicemail; the reporter was asleep.
The next morning, a message exactly three minutes long was sitting in the reporter's voicemail. In the recording, the words tumbling out of Giuliani's mouth were not directed at the reporter. He was speaking to someone else, someone in the same room.