Bean.

Emily: *Screams louder to establish dominance*

Spencer: Should we do something?

Jaskier: Do you have a bandaid?

Geralt: Yes. Why, did you hurt yourself?

Jaskier: I scraped my knees falling for you.

Geralt: …you got into a fight again didn’t you.

Jaskier: that’s besides the point

Jaskier: Do you have a map?

Geralt: Jaskier. I’ve just about memorized the path—

Jaskier: Because I keep getting lost in your eyes.

Geralt:

Jaskier: Do you ever get tired of running through my mind all night?

Geralt: No, but I do get tired of putting up with this bullshit you’re pulling.

Jaskier: :’)

Jaskier: If you were a cat, I’d spend all my nine lives with you.

Geralt: Cats hate witchers.

Jaskier: can you not just let me have one moment-

Geralt and Jaskier had just made their way outside Oxenfurt, where they decided to meet up for the year after winter. They spent several days there so Jaskier could finish up the semester by grading finals and bidding his students farewell. In that time, Geralt was figuring out something of his own.

Apparently, during the semesters he taught, Jaskier spoke very highly of Geralt. Not in the sense of how he did in his songs… the professor talked to his friends about Geralt’s attractiveness and personality, and how much he loves it.

Before they left the university’s grounds, Geralt met one of Jaskier’s closest friends, Priscilla. She was very happy to meet him, and immediately began ranting about how much Jaskier talked about Geralt (all the time).

“I don’t know if you’ve figured this out by now, but he loves you very much.” Geralt stiffened at Priscilla’s words. A sad smile twitched onto her lips at his reaction. “Can you say the same for him, witcher?”

Geralt shook his head, ridding the memory from his vision. Priscilla was right, and he hadn’t quite realized it until she explained. He planned to form some sort of confession after leaving Oxenfurt, and now was the perfect time.

Geralt slid off of Roach, then wrapped a hand around her reigns. Jaskier gave him a funny look, and stopped playing his lute, switching it to hang on his shoulders. “Are you alright, Geralt?”

If Geralt had the ability to blush, he would, but his nervousness remained in his amber irises. “Your hand looks heavy, let me hold it for you?”

Jaskier’s mouth parted in shock, but he was quick to wrap his hand around Geralt’s free one. Geralt gave it a little squeeze to show he was being dead serious. “It’s not so heavy anymore… is it?”

But do you know how much of Amazon's warehouse workers are actually Amazon employees? Only about 60%. And that's not during the holiday season, when the number of contractors is exponentially higher.

I've worked in a distribution center. For every 30 pickers or packers, there is at least one manger. Those managers are all Amazon employees, meaning the remainder there is gonna be mostly contractors. Again, this is especially true around the holidays. When I worked there in 2017, the contractors had a three strikes rule. Call out for a shift more than three days (not consecutive, just three days any time at all) and you're fired. You have the flu? Fired. You lost your childcare? Fired. You have no transportation to work? Fired.

A truly horrifying number of warehouse employees were living out of their cars, sleeping at the truck stop across the road. A fellow EMT on duty was so incompetent that he gave a hyperglycemic man a candy bar and made him so sick he could have died. They will require their managers to 40 hours a week (over a 3-4 day period), but the second you cross into overtime territory you're made to leave the building or else. A manager once left in the middle of an active medical emergency because she was going to hit double overtime if she didn't, and she didn't want to lose her job.

Amazon is not an ethical company. They do not treat the vast majority of their employees well, not even their managers. I was an EMT on call in a distribution center and every morning a manager came in with steroid cream he needed put on his head because he was losing his hair from the stress. He wasn't even 30 yet. They do not give reasonable accommodation for disabled persons. They do not allow adequate rest times. They make every single employee clock out before they go through security upon leaving, which can take up to 20 minutes because everyone leaves at once. A Supreme Court justice literally decided that was legal--to hold employees in the building on time they aren't being paid.

Amazon is fucking bullshit. The price gouging alone should be enough to not shop with them whenever possible, but their treatment of warehouse employees is despicable. They treat the backbone of the company like worthless, replaceable drones. Fuck Amazon, fuck Bezos, eat the fucking rich.

Elle Greenaway- murderous bitch who maybe murdered someone in cold blood (claimed self defense but who can prove that?)

Spencer Reid- a genius with both mommy and daddy issues who looks like a fourteen year old TA and does magic tricks whilst, at some points, zooted off his ass on dilaudid

Jason Gideon- man who screams at crime scenes and lays down in blood stains

Derek Morgan- calls their tech analyst like “ugh mommy shove that nice hot information down my throat”

Penelope Garcia- the aforementioned Information Mommy, who talks to the team (specifically morgan) like a phone sex operator trying to make enough to cover rent

Jennifer Jareau- bubbly blonde woman who yells at TV reporters and kicks ass

David Rossi- rich, elderly, famous crime novelist who DEFINITELY should be retired

Emily Prentiss- goth lesbian who DEFINITELY has cursed folks out in one of the many languages she knows

Aaron Hotchner- tired workaholic man, trying his best to hold this shitshow together, also beat a man to death

My last pickup of the day the other day was for someone named Olivia.  It said to pick her up at Sonic by the mall.  Ok cool.  Off I went.  New Message from Uber-Rider has updated their location- new location, Sonic by the mall.  Umm… that’s what it already said.  Whatever.  The app is glitchy sometimes, though it always gets me there eventually.  Then I get a message asking me if she has to meet me where I am (four miles away).  Umm… no, honey, I am on my way I just had to make a u-turn to head in your direction.  I figured she was new to the app.   So we chat a bit via the app at red lights and make light of the question and the quirks of Ubering and I have her LOL’ing already so I know it is going to be a fun trip.  She casually mentions Wendy’s.  So I ask her where she is and she confirms that it was indeed Wendy’s (which in fairness is next to Sonic).  I get there and she is nowhere to be found.  I wait until just before Uber starts charging for wait time and I message her.  She thought she’d had time to run to the pharmacy and was almost back.  I immediately started the ride on the app so that it wouldn’t charge her.  I know what it is like without a car (and I know what fast food pays… and it isn’t “charge me by the minute” money).   Finally she shows up and gets in and I instantly liked her.  And not just because she dropped the F bomb in her very first sentence (talking about the heat).  We chatted up a storm all the way to her drop-off location.  We talked about struggling and how hard and just absolutely defeating life gets and how you have to treat everyone well because everyone else is struggling too.  We talked about how Wendy’s is still paying her less than $9 an hour while new hires are making $11.  We talked about kindness and empathy and the increased importance of both as the pandemic starts to wear on us all and we did it all while listening to Lizzo, so it was definitely a memorable ride (and a welcome change from my usual rider-friendly fare).  It was a sharp contrast to my next passenger, who couldn’t stop talking about his private plane and backyard racetrack as I took him back home because he had driven a boat from his home to his friend’s.  But I digress.  Olivia was easily the nicest and coolest passenger I have had yet.  She even told me if I show up at Wendy’s during her shift that she’s got me covered.  I got her work times and those of her boyfriend and told her I would try my best to be in the area during those times. I also told her that if Uber said I was her driver, I had better not find out she walked to the pharmacy when I could drive her there. 

Scientist bakes sourdough bread with yeast derived from 4500 year old Egyptian pottery

"it's ok to be feel. your sensitivity is always, always welcome here"

people neglected me before, but i can care for myself now. when i brush my teeth, or wash my face, or put bandaids on my scrapes, i'm saying to myself:

"you're worth caring for. you were always, always worth caring for"

i couldn't decide before, but i can decide now. i can put my boundaries and my trust where i want. and even when i make bad decisions, they can be my decisions. when i say "no," or "yes," or "i changed my mind," i'm saying to myself:

"what happened before was wrong, will always be wrong, but what happens next can be right. now you're me, and it's today, and we get to decide how things will be"

Child labour is creeping back in at the edges.

Workers are not being allowed to sit, or drink water, or take proper breaks.

Let’s start this off with a story of when I was a kid. I had jumped off the top of a slide and broken my leg. Because the bone breaking didn’t feel like any pain I’ve ever felt before, I thought I was fine. And proceeded to walk on that leg until I couldn’t anymore and eventually needed a cast.

This is for those in the autism community who will say things like “oh I’m not experiencing sensory pain, I just got uncomfortable/uneasy when x sensory thing happens.”

Newsflash that’s PAIN

Just as hunger is pain, thirst is pain, being itchy is pain, hitting your funny bone is pain.

JUST BECAUSE SENSORY PAIN ISNT HOW SOCIETY TOLD YOU PAIN IS “supposed” TO LOOK LIKE IT IS.

Pain looks VERY different for all different types of situations. But it holds one message clear.

It is telling you something is wrong

When you ask for directions on the street someone will show you the way, even though they have nothing to gain from it.

The journey to my new (first) tattoo!!!!!!!!!!

“of his own volition” I CRIED

The angel hourglass is from the illustrated edition, but the demon hourglass I asked to have customized - I always hated when the books show Crowley with leathery wings despite clearly stating angel and demon wings are the same save for grooming. So I wanted black feathery wings with a snake tail and my amazing artist obliged! I even shaped the tail like Crowley’s tattoo.