I asked my amazing friend Luise if she could draw me a new profile pic, because her art aesthetic is exactly what I was looking for. I told her I loved dark colors, horror vibes, monsters and Lambert. I love love love what she created from my cryptic instructions! Thank you again, so, so much!
This is for @witcher-trash. You know why, sweet. Don't let 'em get you down!
Primary School teacher Coën Griffiths is much beloved by his Year 5 class. His Teaching Assistant, a greying lady by the name of Marlene, retires after forty years of service at the school. Her replacement couldn't be more radically different. Lambert Morhen looks like he would be more at home working in a PRU than a Primary School, with two scars down his face, dark hair and a stern frown, but he quickly proves himself to be organised, highly intelligent and efficient.
The kids fall in love with him quickly. They appreciate his no-nonsense attitude as much as they love his jokes. He can explain things in a way they can understand. Suddenly, numbers aren't as scary and words aren't too difficult. Lambert wins over the most difficult child in the class in two weeks; the one that throws chairs and gets overstimulated, whose parents haven't attended a single parents' evening since he arrived three years ago. Coën walks in to find that child sounding out his phonic sounds at Lambert's side. All Lambert does is encourage him, nudge him, tap the page when the child's attention wanders. When parents ask their children why their TA is so grumpy, the kids are quick to correct them: Mr Morhen isn't grumpy, he's just sad sometimes. He never told them anything, but kids just know, y'know?
Coën and Lambert head out to the pub some evenings after all the marking's done (a rarity in itself), and Coën learns more about Lambert. He was taken into care at a young age. Without his foster father, he would have amounted to nothing. So, rather than use his engineering degree to earn a six figure salary, he decided he'd give something back to those who mattered most. Kids like him. It was difficult not to be fond of the scowly, warm-hearted grump after that.
But Coën's favourite afternoons are those when they pack the literacy books away and Lambert takes the music lessons. He pulls out his acoustic guitar and every child grabs their sheet music to sing along with him. It's on one such afternoon as they sing "How Far I'll Go" from Moana that Coën realises that his feelings are blossoming into something beyond a friendly fondness. He might be falling in love.
The kids? They notice.
The first "Mr Morhen Hearts Mr Griffiths" piece of art appears a week later. They did finger painting and Lambert has been given a splodge of black hair, while Coën gets his trademark knitted vest and shirt. Lambert and Coën stand shoulder to shoulder, staring at it on the drying rack, neither of them talking for some time.
Coën clears his throat. "Would you, uh, like to go to dinner with me?"
Lambert hums thoughtfully, one eyebrow quirked to his peaked hairline. "I'd like that."
a new us has begun (geralt/jaskier, explicit, complete, 2k) Jaskier knows he's a placeholder. A warm body and nothing more, someone familiar and comforting who’s responsive (too responsive) to Geralt’s advances. It’s a matter of convenience, when Geralt takes him to bed. Jaskier knows. And he’s totally, definitely, absolutely okay with it.
Doubt Comes In (aiden/lambert, teen and up, complete, 6k) Everything feels wrong. The medallion slung around his neck trembles with every footstep bringing them further into the forest. Lambert doesn’t seem bothered. Or, if he does, he certainly isn’t showing it.-- Aiden and Lambert's relationship is tested when they're hired to kill a creature in a nearby woodland area.
Lost but found with you (geralt/jaskier/yennefer, explicit, complete, 7k) When Jaskier comes down with a sudden, seemingly incurable illness, it seems like the bard who has cheated death so many times is finally out of luck. When the loves of his life, Geralt and Yennefer, come to say goodbye, he can’t help but take the chance to tell them how he really feels. And then it turns out he's not dying after all and he has to live with his confession.
love, love, don't hold back (geralt/jaskier, explicit, complete, 3k) Jaskier coaxes Geralt into being rougher with him and it goes very well. It's about trust, really. written for What About the Bard, prompt: break the bed
Prove My Worth (geralt/jaskier, complete, mature, 4k) Geralt has finally allowed Jaskier to travel with him again after the dragon hunt and Jaskier is determined not to mess it up - no matter how much his feet are killing him.
hi I’m a therapist some people come to me to break down severe childhood trauma some people come to me because their job is super stressful some people come to me because they’re worried all the time about stuff that they know they shouldn’t be worried about but they worry anyway some people come to me because they’re bad at focusing some people come to me because their mom said they should but they’re enjoying the experience anyway what i’m saying is there is no wrong time, reason, or explanation to come see a therapist. we’re ready for you.
This is where it all started again 2 years ago. I love you so much, and I can’t wait to finally be done with this period in our life and move on, together. Let’s be together forever ❤️❤️
“But if you forget to reblog Madame Zeroni, you and your family will be cursed for always and eternity.”
not even risking that shit
scrolled past this, re-evaluated my life, then SCROOOLLLED back up and hit the damn reblog button.
Nope. I know better, have your reblog Madame Zeroni.
who the fuck is Madame Zeroni
Look at these stupid children who don’t know who Madame Zeroni is
☝🏾😂
Man lissen if you don’t know you better ask somebody AFTER you hit the reblog button
Idk who she is but I have an exam today so I’ll reblog her
idk who she is but i have an exam today so i’ll reblog her
^Haiku^bot^0.4. Sometimes I do stupid things (but I have improved with syllables!). Beep-boop!
Because wise, I am.
Oh fucks no she’s back lmao must reblog. I’m sorry guys
2 million people aren’t wrong
where’s my grandparent who will peacefully die of old age and give me a note only to open when i need it, revealing that they have gifted me their old farm that i can use to escape to if i ever need a reprieve from capitalist corporate life, in an idyllic town with lovely villagers and also a wizard
I was tagged by @minxiebutt. Thank you so much!
Rules: Bold what you prefer and tag people you want to get to know better! (I don’t know anyone orz)
Musicals or Plays
Lemonade or Iced tea
Strawberries or Raspberries
Winter or Summer
Pandas or Koalas
Beaches or Forests
Planets or Constellations
Pastels or Neons
Diners or Cafes
Unicorns or Dragons
Gemstones or Crystals
Hummingbirds or Owls
Fireworks or Sparklers
Sunflowers or Hydrangeas
Brunch or Happy hour
Sweet or Sour
Rome or Amsterdam
Day or Night
Classic or Modern art
Sushi or Ramen
Polka dots or Stripes
Macarons or Croissants
Glitter or Matte
Degas or Seurat
Aquariums or Planetariums
Road trip or Camping trip (if I don’t have to drive)
Coloring or Watercolors
Fairy lights or Candles
Honey and lemon or Milk and sugar
The Assassin AU.
Laurent throws himself onto the end of the booth seat. “It looks like Damen is cheating on me,” he announces, and then he steals Lazar’s glass and downs it. Lazar is distracted enough by the proclamation that he doesn’t seem to notice.
Jord stands up. “I have some poison in my car that we can-”
“Stop,” Auguste says, pulling Jord back into his seat. He looks at Laurent. “That doesn’t sound like Damen. Are you sure?”
Laurent gives him an incredulous look. “I said it looks like he’s cheating on me, not that he’s actually doing it. I just need you to give me some alternative solutions so I don’t go home and stab him while he sleeps tonight.”
“…I’ll get you another drink,” Orlant says. “And another like, five for me.” He squeezes past Jord and Auguste to hop the bar and find some appropriate alcohol.
The bar they are in, The Veretian Blind, is the cover business Auguste owns to hide their actual jobs as assassins. The bar is purposely made to look as unappealing as possible in order to dissuade any actual potential customers.
“Alright,” Auguste says, “what’s the evidence?”
Reblog to have something good happen at 1:42 tomorrow
So I finally got a chance to take some nice photos of the ita tote @minxiebutt made me! I absolutely love it! If you are in need of a bag, please consider commissioning her. She is a joy to work with. Even though I’m always bad at knowing what exaclty I want, she was patient with me and showed me all the options. And she had my order done so fast, I couldn’t believe it! Since getting it, I have taken this tote everywhere (it has even been on the plane with me). I also got this tote that I gave to my girlfriend and she loves it <3
Thank you so much, Minxie!
Mark Hamill goodnaturedly patting Chadwick Boseman on the shoulder to celebrate his success is one of the most blessed images I’ve ever seen.
This is the Money Chadwick. Reblog In 47 minutes to get 48 million dollars.
The first time I ever attempted Levi lol. I was so tired that day and my make up is such a mess hahaha. But no one really cared at those small cosplay meet-ups back then….
Art by 千束るち on pixiv: 通販のお知らせと2017年ツイログ
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