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“geralt is gay but he’s straight for me, but he’s gay for jaskier, and jaskier’s really gay for geralt.
and I hate jaskier.”
I’m probably not the first to think of this but i couldnt stop thinking about it
idk. i think fandom could use a lot less of “every person’s interpretation of a text is valid and true!” and more of “reading a text means taking all parts of it into account, including the bits you don’t like or the pairings you don’t ship, to consider what the full picture is and what the larger themes are.”
projecting your fantasies onto a text, hyperfocusing on the characters you think are hot/shippable and building entire theories based on micro interactions that don’t take other competing dynamics and plotlines into account isn’t “analysis” it’s projection and fantasy. which is fine, but take responsibility for your desires and your fantasies instead of making fandom inhospitable for everyone. some readings of a text are plain wrong, others miss or willfully erase vital context just to rationalize romantic pairings. these are not accurate readings of the text. doesn’t mean they should be attacked or shamed, but neither can you expect people to validate every single headcanon and shipper fantasy as a legitimate “reading” of the text either.
Pl e ase
the mystrade ship is in this photo and I don’t like it
“Jaskier-”
“Call me Dandelion,” Jaskier said with a smile, as if challenging Geralt to correct the title. There was a certain … something to him now. A hard set to his shoulders, a ragged edge to his smile. Underneath his ostentatious coat, the collar of his tunic was ill-kept and fraying. The Jaskier Geralt knew would have never worn a garment in such disrepair. The Jaskier Geralt knew would have never performed so unshaven, with his hair shorn carelessly as if by hedge clippers.
The Jaskier Geralt knew was gone, it seemed.
What happened to you while we were apart? Geralt didn’t ask. Instead -
“Your hat.”
Jaskier touched the brim with two fingers. “What of it? Don’t you think it dashing?”
Roguish, perhaps. A bit sinister with the rest of him.
“It doesn’t suit you,” Geralt said, inclining his head.
Jaskier snorted, sprawling on his inn chair. “I won’t take a lecture on taste from a man with sculpted armor.”
Geralt grunted into his ale, not rising to the bait. Jaskier inclined his head, his eyes falling into shadow with the brim of his hat.
They sat in silence for a beat, old friends and new strangers with the space of a table between them.
“You look like a highwayman,” Geralt said, since the other topics he could think of were weighed heavy with implication, emotions he didn’t wish to stir, coils stirring under the ice.
“Thank you,” Jaskier winked. “I took it off of one.”
Geralt blinked. “You bought a hat from a bandit?”
“I did not,” Jaskier said, and stood, leaving Geralt with his thoughts, which chased like hounds their quarry, around and around in his head.
Wine drunk and revenge posing in his new coat, hat, and thigh-high leather boots as he waits for his apology.
Anonymous asked:
It honestly does weird me out a bit that some of you on here have kids. It isn't a slight against any of you and I'm not saying you shouldn't be allowed to have hobbies. It's just strange to me that you post something very smutty and the next post is something about your kids.
navybrat817 answered:
Hey, nonnie. I’m sure you’re not the only one weirded out. But hobbies don’t stop after kids. I’m not going to make any apologies about being a mom and posting what I choose to on my blog. If it’s weird or strange to you, feel free to unfollow or filter out “navybrat rambles”. Maybe I’ll make a brand new tag just for my family talk.
And maybe you truly didn’t mean it as a slight or to shame me, but I don’t get the weirdness of age or who has kids or not on this site.
If someone would like to point me in the direction of a site that is like Tumblr but not Tumblr, I’m all ears. 😂 Please and thank you. ❤️
The literal children on here need to deal with their internalized misogyny before they send messages like this.
I’m so fucking over it.
I'm not a mother. But I get so disgusted how people on here treat women they know are older than them and/or are mothers. Women can be mothers and write smut. They are not mutually exclusives, you absolute idiots.
i have bad news for this anon about how children are made
I also have some bad news for this anon about the age and sex of the creators of the media that fandom comes from.
I just. Wow. I’d love to check back with Nonny in 10 years and see how they feel about this comment. It’s not gonna age well. All the stuff that everyone else already said, plus you know what? Adulting is fucking hard. Let us play. Let us have an outlet without shaming us. We can be multidimensional. It’s possible to tell your kid to stop hitting his sister with the duplo block grenades he made and then turn around and thirst on a post. It helps you not kill your spawn who are now scaling the couch like little monkeys while dumping chocolate milk all over your floor. Jesus Christ. Grow up.
^^ All of this but also, ageism aside, can we not, like, perpetuate the idea that once a woman has children then those children become her identity?
A lot of posts like this defend that women are allowed to have hobbies/outlets even after they're 30, and obviously yes true, but also women are allowed to have hobbies even after they've procreated.
Women are people with hobbies. Women are people.
I am a person and I am a mom COEXIST. It isn't I am a mom, therefore I am no longer a separate person.
Stop judging people on their ages and the hobbies they have at those ages, stop judging people for how they spend their spare time, but also stop saying that once a woman has procreated, she is defined as being a mother first and a person second (and should act accordingly).
“I’m not saying you shouldn’t be allowed to have hobbies.”
I find it strange that you think I need your permission.
There's a whole lot of shit this person said that they didn't mean to say.
I may get shit for this but I also have to wonder if this is due in part at least to the weird age segregation that a lot of tumblr kids seem to insist upon? Like, if the only adults you ever interact with are your parents or other authority figures, then yeah, I can see how you think adults only exist to do jobs or raise kids. It’s been your only experience with adults.
Like when I was young I had friends who were adults. I had older cousins who would take me to movies and hang out with me and play board games, I met older writers and artists in fandom on forums and ff.net and livejournal, and as I got older I made friends with adults in the context of my first few jobs. So I knew that people could exist as adults outside the context of raising and/or teaching children, because I’d had exposure to and experience with people of all ages.
But lately I see things online that are literally like “if you’re 15 don’t talk to the 20 year olds in the group chat” and “friendships with adults are toxic because of power imbalances” so like...yeah, I see how these kids could have such a disconnect with the idea of adults as people.
Idk just a possible theory for this weird trend of “omg you’re an adult on tumblr?! What about your taxes?! Who is making dinner for your children!?!?!” And to me it’s sort of sad. If I’d grown up thinking I had such an early expiration date for all the things I loved, I’d’ve probably been a lot more depressed than I already was.
Adults are literally just people who get slightly more excited about going to the housewares section than they used to.
“the weird age segregation that a lot of tumblr kids seem to insist upon”
this part from the last reblog is so big and NEW, y'all!
I was on smut mailing lists back in the day (that’s what we did sort of between usenet and, I guess, livejournal?) and you had to affirm you were 18 to join, and I was 16 and I lied and I’m pretty sure everyone knew but it was whatever.
now, I see so much DISCOURSE about age segregation, like even that 20-year-olds shouldn’t interact with anyone over 25?? that 27-year-olds are grooming 19-year-olds by interacting with them in the fandom, and y'all, that’s bonkers
I mean, I do get it, I remember giggling and being all “I’m 16 and reading about two dudes dicking down written by a woman in her 30s,” so I get it, but that was a ME problem, and a problem of my own maturity, and EVEN AT THE TIME, I knew it was a “me” problem. I never tried to spin it into “these people are so strange” or “why are they doing this at their age” or “these people are trying to corrupt the pure babes in their cradles.” I never tried to prevent these AMAZING fandom creators from interacting with me just because they were over 22.
there is just so much FUCKING GATEKEEPING now, and it’s mainly coming from younger people, and I don’t get it. why are you doing this? do you enjoy making people feel bad for liking things or being into things you aren’t? why can’t you just leave grownups, who honestly and truly are doing no one any harm, alone? why do you gotta get in their business and give your special opinion about what they do and how they live? is that fun for you?
I was up in Dublin yesterday and saw something that has inspired me to write O’Brashir but honestly I mostly blame @the-last-dillards for making me see the world through this lens.
there’s a lot I blame @the-last-dillards for, tbh
wellwhatisnttaken asked:
Hi! For your most recent prompts post- angel and demon AU with Geraskier,? Plz?
greyduckgreygoose answered:
“An incubus is what I do, not what I am,” the demon sniffed, toying with the tray of fries before him. “It doesn’t define me.”
“Hmm,” Geralt said, unconvinced. He watched with distaste as the demon, who had earlier introduced himself as Jaskier, take a slurp from his soda.
“Take some,” Jaskier said, indicating to the tray.
“I don’t need it,” Geralt replied.
“Neither do I,” Jaskier said, “but it helps to blend in.” He not-so-subtly leaned over the table to sniff at Geralt’s body. “Bathing helps as well.”
“I don’t intend to inhabit this body long,” Geralt growled, “As soon as I smite thee, I will be sent back to heaven.”
Jaskier sighed shortly, shaking his empty soda cup. “That’s what I’ve been trying to tell you, Seraphim. ’s not me killing these people. I’ve been properly rehabilitated and everything. Only take what I need and move on without hurting anyone.” He fondly patted his guitar case, which sat on the seat beside him. “I have dreams, now. You have to understand that.”
“I don’t,” Geralt said. He picked up a fry and examined it. He’d eaten a rat in a subway once. Its soul had tasted like grease and dirty rain water. If he ate this, would he taste the fried potato, or the soul of the plant that was?
Jaskier was frowning at Geralt like he had said something tragic. “Come on, you have to want something for yourself. Millenia watching humanity, protecting them from their own temptations … I can’t believe that you flappy bastards are as selfless as all that.”
Geralt shrugged one shoulder. Selflessness would imply a self, which he wasn’t quite sure he possessed. It would be more accurate to say that he was a weapon, created for a singular purpose.
A purpose he was procrastinating from by allowing this demon to talk circles around him in a mall food court.
And yet … from the first, Geralt had been reluctant to conclude Jaskier was the murderer, even when confronted with the plethora of evidence against him. Jaskier had fed from all the victims and Geralt had followed the unmistakeable taint of his corruption to his lair, but still …
“… someone, perhaps?” Jaskier asked, leaning his chin upon one hand and chewing on a straw in a remarkably blase manner for one facing annihilation.
It put Geralt to mind of another demon he’d been put to charge of dispatching long ago, a handmaiden of Lilit who had a smile as sharp as a blade, and clawed Geralt’s Grace to ribbons when they made love. He’d sinned for her, and willingly, but she had still died on his blade.
It was inevitable, in the end.
“I’ve never coveted anything,” Geralt said grimly. “Nor anyone.” A lie, slipped so smoothly from his lips. Shouldn’t he be struck down for such falsehoods? Perhaps they didn’t count when told to demons.
“Let’s make a deal,” Jaskier said hurriedly as Geralt made to stand, the plastic seat creaking as it slid across the floor. “I’ll help you find the real naughty Infernal, and you … don’t unmake me from existence. How’s that sound?”
Geralt narrowed his eyes. Jaskier must think him a fledgling to believe Geralt would bind himself to a pact with a demon. But then in truth, Geralt was not much enthused to return to the endless golden halls of heaven, with its rotations and hierarchy and eternal sameness.
And it wasn’t as if Jaskier could run far, with the scent of Geralt’s Grace upon him.
“Two days,” Geralt said, surprising himself.
“Great!” Jaskier beamed, and for a moment Geralt was struck with the full force of what was surely Jaskier’s demonic influence, the shine of his blue eyes and the flush of his cheeks making something strange rise in Geralt’s chest.
Geralt frowned, considering Jaskier with narrowed eyes.
“I guess that makes us partners,” Jaskier said, thrusting a hand in Geralt’s direction, which Geralt stared at then proceeded to ignore, turning to walk from their table. “Hey, I’ll even throw in a shower!” Jaskier called brightly, tipping his plastic tray into the garbage before hurrying to trot along after.
ooh this was brilliant! Very good omens-esque! I love it!
Good Omens fan: oh boy! more of the show I like! I'm excited to see what happens!
Non-fan: Ah, but have you considered the fact that the new content, which you have not seen, and which I also have not seen, will suck? I know it will, because I did not like the first season
I have thoughts.
I watched the first season from a place of extreeeeeme trepidation. I have loved this book for 20 years. And the TV series really could have gone tits up. (I mean, have you seen American Gods???)
But even if the series were terrible, that doesn’t supersede the book. I still have the book. I can still love the book if I had hated the series.
And I’m coming into the second season from a place of increeeeeedibly cautious optimism. The first season was great, and it rejuvenated the fandom in ways I would have never imagined. The second season could be a bag of hot garbage, though, it’s true. That doesn’t mean the first season isn’t still great.
If the first season had been hot garbage, that doesn’t mean the book wouldn’t have still been great, too.
So what if season 2 sucks? Maybe it will. But maybe it won’t! Let’s be excited to get more of the thing we love!
Personally, I am incredibly excited to see where the story goes. Even if they do a shit job of telling that story, I want to know what this new story is. For 22 years I’ve wondered what happens to Crowley and Aziraphale on the day after the day after the world doesn’t end. I hope I get to finally find out! And I am excited about that!
One of my posts is getting some attention. So just in case folks visit my page, here are a few of my works!
WORKS IN PROGRESS
Posada Remix (WIP) Explicit. (Geraskier) Book!Geralt falls through a portal in Netflix land and meets Jaskier in Posada. Spoiler alert: he loves him.
Refuge in Lettenhove (WIP) Explicit. (Geraskier) It takes losing Jaskier for Geralt to understand that he loves him, but he thinks he has little hope of making amends. He has lost track of Jaskier and is on the run, protecting Ciri from Nilfgaard. Exhausted, afraid, and wounded, they seek refuge in the court of an unknown noble/resistance leader. When this leader turns out to be Julian Alfred Pankratz, Geralt thinks that maybe there is such a thing as second chances. However, his Lordship is acting as though he’s never seen Geralt before in his life.
Keep Me Forever (WIP) Explicit. (Jaskier/Eskel -> poly witchers) Eskel has fallen hard for a sex worker named Dandelion. He brings his new love to Kaer Morhen for the winter. Will Dandelion be able to thaw the frosty reception he receives from Geralt and Lambert? Spoiler alert: you’d better believe he can.
COMPLETED WORKS in order of word count, shortest to longest.
Roses are Red (Geraskier, Rated Teen. 1,759) Soft drunk Geralt makes first love confession. He also composes a terrible poem for a very confused Jaskier. In Vino Veritas.
Offerings (Geraskier, Rated Teen. 2683) Secondary Title: Was Anybody Going to Tell Me That Geralt was Courting Me? Or Was I Just Supposed to Find it Out From This Random Herbalist Myself? Geralt has been gifting Jaskier with random bits of herbs and twigs. He isn’t going to question it. In fact, he starts hoarding them, as embarrassing as that is. Then one day, he visits an herbalists and finds out that these herbs mean a whole lot more than he realized.
Y'all, “posada remix,” thooooo!
This is my favorite NPC interaction in all of Witcher 3
This pic has everything. We got sad boys, smoky boys, happy boys, chatty boys and flashy boys.
