lost my brains!

I don’t care if it’s not really canon.

ETA: yes I know it’s Oscar Isaac. Yes I acknowledge my ongoing Oscar Isaac Thirst

C: my tutor back in Cintra had me analyzing this stupid poem for ages and Yen’s telling me he was wrong

Y: if that’s two people I will eat Jaskier’s hat

J: give it here *hops on desk* *double take* what moron was teaching this under Calanthe’s nose?

C: Valdo Marx

J: that son of a - banshee. He told you this was about two people? Either he’s more of a moron than I thought or a ballsier liar than I assumed. No, clearly, there’s the voice of the poem - anytime there’s a first-person pronoun - there’s the voice’s love, and there’s the ‘her’ with the kiss. That’s basic analysis, how dare he call himself a troubadour?

C: and how would you know?

J: well, I’d better, I wrote the damn thing.

Y: *wanted to scold him on his language but is suddenly processing* when did you write this?

J: *conspicuous silence* at any rate, you can rest assured. It’s three people.

Y: was this before or after Burn?

This is such a good question for them.

Hawke is kind of inherently understanding of the fact that Fenris will never be as demonstrative as he is - and if we’re being real, Hawke kind of likes having to work for it. 

That said, it gets rough sometimes, considering that physical touch is the easiest way for Fenris to affirm his feelings for Hawke, and also something he struggles with continually. He shows affection a lot in the form of fussing over Hawke’s health and well-being, since that’s immediate and practical (and Hawke does need looking after. He’s gotten hurt a LOT over the years and there are lasting physical ramifications)

Boyfriend Dungeon

Release date (Windows, Mac OS, Linux, Steam, Nintendo Switch) English: August 11th, 2021

“For your summer job, you’re tasked with clearing the creatures in ‘the dunj’. Soon you discover weapons you find transform into cuties… and they’re SINGLE! (What a craaazy coincidence because you also happen to be up for grabs yourself.) Spend the cash you earn on romantic outings to forge precious moments with your lovers and work together to clear the rampant monster infestations, because after all, a couple that slays together, stays together.

- Date up to nine weapons, from dancing swords to heart-piercing daggers - Generated action-combat dunj and challenges! Stay sharp! - Various combat styles. For example, hit hard and dodge quickly with the dagger, or take on crowds with Lasersaber - Inclusive, tasteful approach to gender and sexuality - male, female, and non-binary romance - Let’s get to the point: take your weapon-babes on romantic outings, such as to the club or the beach”

thanks so much for this prompt my dear!! here have some yen with toddler ciri, i cried while writing this :')) hope you enjoy!! 💜

wc: 546

prompt – call me

Yennefer stares sleepily as Ciri's shoulders rise and fall in peaceful breathing.

She dares not move on the bed beside her, not even to shift as her leg starts to go numb in the same position. Afraid that the slightest sound, the slightest breath louder than the others would wake her. And she needs to sleep peacefully for once.

A smile creeps upon her lips. Gods, she's so small.

And she's been through so much. She's barely five.

She tries to think about how she would be as a baby. So tiny, so vulnerable, she would definitely fit inside Geralt's palms. A silent snort escapes her. No doubt. Geralt's palms are huge.

She tries to think about how it would be to hold her then. Somehow, it doesn't feel right. The way she holds her now, the way her little arms fit around her neck when she hugs her, sometimes it doesn't feel real. But it feels right. The right time.

She has to make it right, she will burn everything to succeed if needed. Ciri didn't have much of a choice after all. It's on her now.

She wonders, will she ever love her as her mother did? She's not her mother. Not in that way, in the way that she feels the same blood flowing in her veins. She wants to laugh. When did she start believing in nonsense? Her own blood never did her good anyway.

Suddenly the girl's breath hitches, and she moans in her sleep. Yennefer feels her heart jump in her chest. Her hand hovers over Ciri's shaking shoulder, uncertain. Ciri moans again, a complaint, and then flinches and whimpers, and Yennefer wishes she didn't listen closer. Mommy, she is muttering, her voice weak like a baby songbird, mommy, mommy.

Yennefer feels a lump forming in her throat. It won't ever change. A child wants its mother.

Gently, she shakes Ciri's shoulder. "Ciri, wake up," she whispers, ever so faintly, and maybe she should have been used to the nightmares by now, maybe, but the way the girl's face twists with tears makes her heart weep. "Wake up, child, I'm here."

She doesn't know what the fact that she's here means. It has to mean something.

She shakes again, a little more firmly, and Ciri flinches and opens her welled eyes, looking up at her. Her eyes widen for a moment, then a thin whine escapes her lips and she jolts up, falling in Yennefer's arms. "Mommy, a dream..."

For the barest of seconds, for as long as she dares to go without hugging her back, Yennefer freezes. A child wants its mother.

Her.

Slowly, as though she will break the bubble of magic, she wraps her arms around Ciri's back and holds her tight as the girl sobs in her shoulder. "Shh, hush, dear," she whispers shakily and, on instinct, her voice finds a melody, an old lullaby she doesn't remember where she heard first. Silently, she sings.

Ciri slumps in her arms, her little body still shaking with some last sobs. Yennefer caresses her head as it rests on her shouder.

There is a text overlay that says:

“Gender is what’s in your pants.”

okay then wtf is this

(End text overlay)

The person steps back so we can see they are wearing some loose black and green checked pants. The pull the waist band of their pants forword, away from their body, and look down at themselves. A moment latter a green and dark brown parrot pulls it self out of their pants and stands on the waistband before cocking their head.

The person looks to the camera and smiles.

The movie is captivating, but the book is twenty kinds of terrifying, even now, ten years after I first read it. As disturbing as the movie may have been to some, the things Selick added really serve to cushion just how horrific the story really is.

First of all, the character of Wybie does not exist in the book. Coraline is facing all of this nearly alone, with her only help coming from the sly comments of the cat, a warning from the circus mice, and the stone given to her by her neighbor, presented with no comment but that it “makes the unseen seen.”

Second, the Other Parents are never quite as warm (and, dare I say, normal) as they are in the gifs above. They’re described as having paper-white skin and the Other Mother’s hair is said to move on its own, and her long, red, claw-like nails don’t ease any uncertainty that she is absolutely, positively up to no good. The first time Coraline meets them, they (and the rest of the Others) seem to be playing roles (for whatever reason, Coraline does not seem to pick up on this), like they all know what to say and what to do and are simply waiting for Coraline to make her move in their terrifying play world. This is shown to be partly true when the Other Parents tell her they know she’ll be back soon after she refuses the buttons - this time, to stay.

Third, the Other Mother commits atrocities that really should not have been in a book for anyone not fully grown up. She physically deforms the world around Coraline to slow her progress in their game beyond any mild traps the movie portrays, and, instead of turning the Other Father into the wandering pumpkin-thing seen in the film, she simply ceases to use him and throws his body away in the cellar, leaving him to rot with whatever bit of sentience he has left. She begins to lose her touch, as Coraline gains the upper hand. Her world doesn’t just become a nightmare - it falls apart completely. No creepy but oddly cool bug furniture here, just the house that now appears to be a child’s drawing. Whatever the Other Mother is (a beldame, but something tells me she’s much more ancient and powerful than that), she does not give half a hump about what she has to do to ensnare Coraline. Destroy the supporting characters of her twisted creation? Done. Allow herself to be dismembered to ruin Coraline’s life in the normal world? Not even gonna bat an eyelash.

On a final, personal note, imagine eight year-old me, ignored by my parents, absorbed in the story and identifying with Coraline from the start. Imagine me finishing this bloodcurdling book and immediately thinking of my basement, where there is still a locked door that my grandmother swears up and down is nothing more than a storage room, but has not once in my (or my mother’s) lifetime unlocked.

A decade later, at the Opening Night of the Coraline musical, I was sitting next to Morgan, Merilee’s youngest daughter, and told her how her not being scared had made the book happen. And she said “I was terrified. But I needed to find out what happened next. So nobody knew.”