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im thinking.,.,.

thinking VERY hard

Spider-man and the Moon Knight system, aka the poly ship we never knew we needed

The batman (2022) + text posts

Bonus:

Species that don’t adapt in a constantly changing environment are doomed to die – and Vesemir would be damned to see his boys dead.

So instead of holing himself up in a keep in the Kaedweni mountains, Vesemir walks the Continent and walks with open eyes – both to the horrors, and most importantly, to opportunities.

It starts with little things. In one of the castles he sees something akin to cotton and resin used as insulation around windows, so he implements that next winter in Kaer Morhen despite Lambert’s moans about the smell of molt resin. Never did they have such a warm winter in the keep with almost no leaks, even once the snow starts to melt.

The next year they screw Eskel over in a town, giving him a currency that had not been valid in the past two years or so as payment, which Vesemir takes as a cue to give the boys a refresher course on the basics of economics that winter – or more like attempts to, since half-way explaining the exchange rate of the Redanian ducat, Geralt gently corrects him that they’ve been using golden Crowns since the early 1200s.

It hurts, the realisation that Vesemir can’t help his boys anymore, not like when they were little – but eventually that starts the avalanche of changes that followed.

First, it’s just a fearful merchant, who reluctantly agrees to teaching witchers about the financial matters of the Continent for a hefty sum. Later, it’s an ambitious student of Political Science from a Kaedweni university, who climbs the mountain every other winter or so, to teach them about the finer details of international relations so that (unlike Lambert) they don’t make the deadly mistake of calling the Queen of Rivia as the Queen of Lyria, as the two had become separate kingdoms as of late.

Hell breaks loose though when Vesemir happens to meet Jaskier on the Path, who seems more than happy to introduce him to a few colleagues of his in Oxenfurt.

In a year or two witchers have full complex timetables for the entire winter with language courses, economics lessons and seminars on healing. To the encouragement of Triss, such things as ‘Mental health and Wellbeing’ also make it to the curriculum, and although at first most boys call it just ‘preposterous’ and ‘that’s for sissies’, eventually most of them attends.

But Vesemir does not stop at that, no sir.

Once he learns about scholarships and all the support and allowances other institutions get from royalty he dusts off his old secretaire and starts writing letters.

He writes to universities about grants and to masters of crafts about taking witchers as novices so that his boys can diversify their skillsets, their knowledge to their liking. He becomes the nightmare of kings and queens, constantly bombarding them with letters about funds for renovations until they say ‘ugh, fine’ and send a hefty sum.

It takes many winters, but, eventually, Kaer Morhen has no more leaky roofs, no more crumbling walls. It’s still not a pile of gold, and the new floor heating does not always work as well as Vesemir hoped it would, but when he looks at his boys at the dining table, they are warm, and well-fed and safe and, most importantly, as close to happy as the old witcher’s ever seen him.

When Eskel was novice to a farmer he decided to be a goat herd at his freetime between monster contracts – even now, sitting at the dining table he has a little, fluffy baby in his lap.

Lambert has a knack for elixirs and chemicals and has always been a snobbish little bastard, so he fit right in amongst the medical students at Oxenfurt with his scholarship, or at least so Vesemir infers, based on the wild stories he tells his brothers when he thinks the old witcher isn’t listening.

As for Geralt, to him probably the best thing that came out of Vesemir’s efforts are the dwarf lady, who teachs equestrian vaulting in the afternoon (much to Roach’s dismay), and Jaskier, who volunteered to teach Music and Poetry.

The latter came as a bit of a surprise to Vesemir, as he never considered Geralt the artistic type – he sort of comes understand the young witcher’s fascination with the course though, when he catches him holding hands with Professor Pankratz under the table.

Vesemir would like to watch his boys a bit more enjoying their well-deserved lunch break, but looking at the brand new gilded clock (graciously provided by the King of Kovir) he sees he’s already running late.

not as pathetic as a NICU nurse putting the ‘smallest and most vulnerable patients’ at risk by refusing to take a precaution against a potentially deadly infectious disease!

before the vaccines were widely available to healthcare workers it would have been an impossible expectation — that is no longer the case and has not been for a while now.

the "personal freedom" argument these days runs something like "no one has the right to tell me how I should live my life and also no one has the right to treat me differently based on the choices I've made" which is just. arrant nonsense. a child's solipsism.

FUCK NICU NURSES WHO REFUSE TO VACCINATE

John, casually purifying it by dropping a charm no bigger than his pinkie into the water and then walking away: call me again when you’ve turned an orphanage into inside-out land sharks or something

John, who specifically chose this partner because he was a serial killer and therefore expendable, and was also planning to feed him to Dagon tomorrow anyway: aw thanks mate, you’ve saved me an arseload of trouble

Joker: …

John: haha I’m dating King Shark so good bloody luck

One of my colleagues spotted a woman facing slightly away from a man who was talking to her, who was scary close. She looked uncomfortable and made eye contact. He noticed the guy was wearing a Broncos jacket and nonchalantly passed them both by and started the sports speak to the dude, like "aw bro did you see the defense last night? Hell of a time to he a Bronco fan, right?" And stood slightly behind the guy so he had to turn away from the woman. She said a cheeky "I'm not into sports, g'night!" comment and slipped away to the elevator. The dude looked super pissed but just stalked away to his car.

What was he supposed to do, admit to bad intentions?

But also imagine Annie religiously watching BFU: Supernatural and then wanting to go to the places to see if Ryan was right and there were ghosts there.

George is outraged that Annie thinks it's a good idea to go looking for murderous ghosts but Mitchell loves the idea so George ends up going with because "somebody has to be responsible around here and make sure nobody suspects anything. He's more annoyed that Annie will message Ryan afterwards or comment on the episode confirming or denying the presence of ghosts and she's so confident in her messages that Ryan becomes desperate to know how she knows for certain.

At that point both Mitchell and George usually wrestle whichever device Annie was using to comment off her so she can't say anything else.

Also, the married women are not paid (and therefore can’t qualify for assistance if they should ever divorce, etc). And worth “of course” less than a man.

“ In the Army’s case, the agreement for compensation is that the officer allowance be paid jointly to the husband—the check is written in his name. Officially, the wife is a “worker without expectation of remuneration,” and her husband receives 40 percent more of an allowance as a married man than he would as a single man. “