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3sneks · 2 years
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This is how it happened
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3sneks · 2 years
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I'm only on episode 4 of the archive 81 netflix adaptation and I quit its just really boring and they made melody just stupid, like why would you ask your creepy neighbors about their cult meeting you werent supposed to be at..
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3sneks · 3 years
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everyone is talking about the plush in hunters room, but where did he get it from???
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3sneks · 3 years
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Am I the only one who thought that Ivan and fedyor were already married.
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3sneks · 4 years
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Sucks to be you
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3sneks · 4 years
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This is the only valid IKEA rat you may not like it but it's TRUE:
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3sneks · 4 years
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It's so funny to me how most sea life listens to percy no questions asked and then Jason has to fight literally everything
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3sneks · 4 years
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Jill from resident evil 3 can kill me and I would thank her like seriously look at her biceps
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3sneks · 4 years
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No body:
Poseidons heir: we don't like percy because he lives on land
Poseidon: percy is my favorite so stfu
Kjkjhkjfdg just remembered when Poseidon told percy he's his favorite son while his official heir was like a meter away khjjlhgdf
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3sneks · 4 years
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Kjkjhkjfdg just remembered when Poseidon told percy he's his favorite son while his official heir was like a meter away khjjlhgdf
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3sneks · 4 years
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Hey so what if Eldritch horror Jaskier. A Jaskier who's born knowing hes wrong but had no idea why. He only knows that he is, that people fear him instinctively and animals hiss and run when he gets close. An actual baby monster. Maybe his father lay with an old god and when she bore Jaskier she left him to the man, saying she'd be back for him one day and in awe he raised him, a little baby eldritch god.
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For as long as he could remember, Julian never felt right in his own skin. It felt too thin, like paper stretched over rock and expected to hold. He'd sit on his own for hours, staring at his hands while maids whispered and crept a wide circle around him, so as not to catch his attention. His father would find him just like that, scoop him up into his arms and shush him when he asked why he itched.
"You'll understand one day my dove." He'd croon, pressing kisses into the crown of his hair. "My handsome little miracle."
He didn't feel like a miracle, even as his mother doted on him, treated him like something wild and amazing. He felt wrong. When he'd play with his toys he'd have to be careful, grip gently or they'd snap like twigs. His little sister would cry the moment he came into her nursery, wailing loud terrified wails until her nursemaid came to sooth her.
"You're special my flower." His father assured, hands ruffling through his hair. "Just like your mother." 
But he didn't feel special, not a day in his life. His mother would glare at him when he walked into a room, his sister would shy away, animals fled from him. He felt like a monster, even as he learned to perfect a smile, to charm and amaze, coax people close. It felt like buying scraps of affection with lies. But how else was he to survive when everyone who saw him seemed to understand just the same as him, he was wrong inside. 
Everyone that is, until Geralt.
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3sneks · 4 years
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3sneks · 4 years
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people tend to stab Jaskier a lot in whump fics but I’ve only seen ONCE instance of near-drowning and it was INCREDIBLY GOOD, so if you’re still taking prompt requests,,,
Jaskier tends to avoid large bodies of water if he can help it. Nothing against them, really — only he’s heard one too many stories from Geralt’s reluctant lips, of Aeschnas and Brukolaks and Drowners, pulling oblivious travels down into the deep. It would be enough to turn anyone off a nice afternoon swim, really. For life — if you’re lucky enough to get away from the water’s edge breathing. As someone who quite enjoys living, and has little desire to meet an unromantic end in some boggy mire, smothered by mud, Jaskier’s learned to keep his distance whenever he finds himself passing by a lake or river. Though he always gives Geralt’s monsters a wide berth, the water beasts get the widest berth at all. 
Whatever lurks beneath the deep, it’s not his business. Jaskier’s got no desire to bother them — so, by the gods, they shouldn’t want to bother him.
Of course, the gods always have a nasty sense of humor.
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3sneks · 5 years
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I'm at my grandparents house and they're watching a documentary on how bird are gods that's why we name shit after them and why we are scared of them.
they can kill us and are superior in every way going.
Russian TV is wild.
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3sneks · 5 years
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3sneks · 5 years
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You know that feeling when it's a warm summer evening, you just got back from hanging out with your friends. You feel sleepy as you sit in the car, riding to your grandparents passing the sunset. Looking out the window seeing the city past the light fog as more and more lights turn on.
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3sneks · 5 years
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so i was told i could die …
unless i go to chemotherapy.
please help.
gofundme.com/helpkichona
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