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✨These two✨

the last time i went to pride a few years ago i brought one of these things and filled it to the brim with vodka and i was too busy sharing hits off the secret vodka bag with every stranger who wanted to partake to care about anything else. it became a whole bartering system where people gave me pins or lei's or other trinkets to gain a spot in line for the secret vodka camel bag. didn't matter what they looked like or how much clothes they wore, drag queens and leather kings and all the other ruffians got a hit from the camel bag if they had something to share, even if all they had was themselves. it was fucking disgusting. nobody had to bend down or anything because the straw was several feet long. moral of the story is at the end of the day... coexist.

No no but like... one day Geralt is like "im covered in scars and I spend my life working for others and nothing is MINE fuck it I want some ink" and just getting ridiculous shit, like a huge horse on one arm, and barbed wire and ivy on the other like a cliche, and a huge back piece that's all his favourite creatures fighting each other

It's a game on the starblaster to adopt a persona for the year for interacting with locals. Taako and Lucretia are the best at it, Merle and Barry the worst, but the reigning champions are Davenport and Magnus maintaining a father/son relationship whose backstory alternated between "Magnus doesn't know he's adopted/not a gnome" and "Magnus is Davenport's biological son, he just takes his stature from his mom who was a goliath."