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Anon said:
I’m just saying Stan has a collection of colorful, pretty, funny, and even a few formal, yarmulkes, these are just facts. (come on Stan in a rainbow kippah? how could that not give you life!)
I have to agree. Also Richie is his hype man and a single compliment from him makes Stan’s day
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If Stan and Richie lived together
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Just a friendly reminder that Richie and Stan are best friends
Bonus: Bill calls Stan a turkey
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Jaskier bribes Geralt into coming to one of his classes to show some point about how life on the road blah blah blahblah and Geralt just sits in Jaskier's chair glaring at all the giggling students, one of them even calls him Mr. Pankratz on their way out
First of all, I need you to know that when I read this in bed last night I snorted so loudly at Mr. Pankratz! You genius, you.
I wanted to write a short drabble about it, because the idea is just so good (and we’re all in love with the professor!Jaskier art, right?), then it somehow snowballed into a 1k ficlet. Because I have no control over my brain. So now let’s slap a very dignified title on this thing and call it a day lmao
Professor Pankratz brings his himbo husband to class
Geralt surprises Jaskier by travelling back from Kaer Morhen a fortnight earlier than planned.
Of course, when asked, he simply states that they’ve had a mild winter and there was no sense in loitering inside the castle walls when he could have picked up a few contracts along the way.
“Naturally.” Jaskier agrees with a knowing smile. For once, he refrains from calling the witcher out on his bullshit. That’s one of his many ways to show Geralt that he missed him, being mindful of the man’s appreciation for quiet after a taxing journey.
Just like Geralt is always more prone to soft touches and casual gestures of affection, after he’s been away from his lover for so long. It’s the sweetest thing, really. Like the first bite of a warm pastry filled with jam.
And not even Jaskier, for all his lyrical prose and dewy-eyed emotions, could have imagined a future like that for the both of them. But against all odds, it works. Summers circle back to misty autumns, icy winters give way to springs and their bond grows fonder, steadier and all the more fiery for it.
The bard doesn’t say much that night, but he does draw a hot bath for Geralt and he scrubs his back, unknotting the tension in those broad shoulders with a nimble touch born of intimacy.
“Hmm, I needed that” Geralt murmurs once he’s drying his hair with a towel that smells like lavender. It means thank you, but also come here.
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“You can build a
whole world around
the tiniest of touches.”
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Wow!!! That's so cool!
movies i watched so far!!!! quarantine film club babey :-D
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If this isn’t their first meeting in s2, then… 😂 😂 😂 😂 😂 😂
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In the wee hours of Wednesday morning, North America, Australia, western Asia and most of the Pacific Ocean will be treated to a full lunar eclipse in which the moon takes on a reddish hue as it passes through the Earth’s shadow.
We borrowed this moon image from The moon hoax, or a discovery that the moon has a vast population of human beings, an 1859 book that compiled the original six articles published in The Sun in 1835. A century before H.G. Wells’s The War of the Worlds induced panic about a Martian invasion of New Jersey, these six articles helped grow The Sun’s readership dramatically and establish it as a major New York newspaper. Read more about the fascinating history of The Great Moon Hoax on our blog. Rather listen to a podcast? The memory palace has an episode that might be of interest.
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As far as earthly pleasures were concerned, Jaskier found that Geralt was game for almost anything. In an inn, a room given in lieu of payment, an empty bedroom they stumbled into, pleasantly woozy from the good wine courts served, they would indulge. With fingers, hands, lips and tongues, there was no limit to how they wrung pleasure from each other. Jaskier loved those moments where he and Geralt could forget about everything in the world except each other.
Those times were made even more precious because on the road, there was nothing of the like. The most Geralt would grant him was a chaste kiss, no matter how much Jaskier begged and wheedled. Straying hands were firmly caught by the wrist and put back above the waist. Attempts at deeper kisses were gently slowed down. Jaskier could only conclude that Geralt was worried about monsters around them. So he tried everything to ease Geralt’s mind.
Out of courtesy, Jaskier stopped making advances before a hunt. He didn’t need to be caught with his lovely bottom out by a ghoul or anything like that. But even if he saved his amorous attentions for after a hunt, Geralt still eased away from him with a “hmm” and a shake of his head. There was no rhyme or reason to it though. Jaskier had tried his best to figure it out.
At first he thought it depended on the hunt and what monster they had dispatched of (well, Geralt dispatched of while Jaskier cheered him on). But there was no rhyme or reason to it. Some days they would dispatch a ghoul and Geralt would happily bed him at the inn. But other times, same number of ghouls but Geralt wouldn’t even kiss him in the woods.
Which meant it wasn’t to do with the monsters. Or the amount of time it took to recover from it. There was only one conclusion Jaskier could draw: Geralt didn’t like outdoor sex. Or anything more involved than a soft kiss. Hand holding seemed okay too. But nothing more until they got to the inn.
So maybe privacy had been the problem. But Geralt had no problems with pulling Jaskier into his lap and mouthing along his neck if the mood took. Whether that was in an inn, court or, in one unforgettable instance, at the dinner table of some lord.
This all led to Jaskier coming to the silent conclusion that Geralt just didn’t want to have a romp outside. Which was a bit of a shame, Jaskier himself always fancied the romanticism of love making under the stars. But, love means compromise on matters and if he got Geralt in his life, it was all too easy to give up on notions of making a field echo with their cries of pleasure.
At least, that was what Jaskier had resigned himself to until Geralt was grabbing his hand in slightly sweaty palms at a court. But rather than pulling him towards the nearest empty room, Geralt dragging him out into the garden, proceeded to spin him around and thoroughly ravish him. As delightful as it was, Jaskier was puzzled.
“I thought you didn’t like this,” he stammered a little as Geralt pulled his shirt over his head and gestured for Jaskier to do the same.
“I do.” The short reply had Jaskier blinking, trying to figure it out while stripping. “Stop thinking.”
“I don’t want you to do something you’re not comfortable with.”
A hand reached for Jaskier and pressed his palm against Geralt’s crotch where it was impossible to deny his interest.
“But before, when I tried. You never.” Jaskier was at a loss for words, torn between admiring the speed with which Geralt stripped and trying to find answers. “Why now?”
Idly, he worried that Geralt was under a spell.
“Roach.”
The what now? Roach? What did the horse have to do with any of this? Jaskier was so puzzled.
“I didn’t want her seeing anything untoward.”
And Jaskier was ready to scream as understanding made his jaw drop. All along, Geralt hadn’t been unwilling. He’d been protecting his horse’s sensibilities. Unbelievable.
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Some paths, some doorways, some people were not to be yours, though the slightest difference in the rippling of time might have made it so.
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