Reblog If Its Okay To Become Internet Friends

reblog if it’s okay to become internet friends

I’ve always wanted internet friends but have never actually had the courage to ask. so this is me asking I guess. I hope this isn’t an inconvenience. if you’d like a good friend to love and support you, I’m here. even if you want to send memes back and forth that’s fine.

we can talk about a show, a movie, your favorite character. we can talk about your day, your favorite music. anything and everything.

YEEEas

i need a fic w geralt just absolutely breaking DOWN over jaskier. like, trying and failing to hold back tears over smth that happened to jas (maybe he almost dies from a monster attack and it shakes geralt to his core or geralt going to apologize to jas after the split?? idk smth ANGSTY). like looking at/realizing jas has been hurt (physically or emotionally) bc of geralt/geralts path just makes everything hit him at once that he’s been repressing his entire life bc wItCheRs dOnT fEeL and almost losing his bard just makes it all come to a head. ofc it would end fluffy w jas comforting geralt and reassuring him that he’s ok and just. hoLDiNg him as he silently cries and there’s lots of soft kisses and ahdjdks geralt just loves his bard sm give me emotionally exhausted geralt and a hurt (but ok) jaskier comforting his witcher i Need it

It was adorable

Excuse me while cry

Jaskier related thoughts from our favorite Witcher Geralt, anyone?

spoiler alert: Geralt is a sucker for Jaskier’s blue eyes.

 —————

  How it went,

Geralt couldn’t say.

 He didn’t know how it happened,

What had him trembling,

Shivering

 Crumbling,

 Falling right at Jaskier’ s feet.

 Crushing

 Under what had once been walls,

High and sturdy,

Carefully raised in years

And years

And years of work.

 -  All destined to crumble down before blue eyes.

 And

 Geralt had never been prone on emotions, yeah

But

That didn’t mean he couldn’t tell

When he was actually feeling something.

Thing is,

Being alone for as long as Geralt had,

Tended to smother anyone’s ability to

Just

feel

and,

Geralt’ d been alone for so long

-   Wandering,

slaughtering,

hiding

From people

From their wary eyes and baneful words-

 Alone with monster for such a long time he almost became a monster himself,

Embracing the greyness that was his life,

 And then

 Then

 That little bardling came along,

 Pegging at his carefully raised,

high and sturdy walls with nimble fingers and softly spoken words;

 Pouring light and colors, erasing that greyness,

Little by little,

 Carefully,

carving a little space for himself

in that stony thing that was Geralt’ s heart;

 Nesting his little frame under Geralt ’s wing;

 Trotting around behind him,

Singing and talking and smiling

 Smiling so much,

So wide

And sweet

And sincere,

 Puffy cheeks and shining eyes out on display and Geralt-

 Geralt knows that he feels

Maybe even knows what he feels

When Jaskier smiles at him.

 -He’s not a fool,

He doesn’t like lying to himself –

 And, yeah,

 Catching up with the blooming warmth in his chest takes a little while,

That’s true,

 But

 He knows there’s something.

 It can’t be otherwise,

Not when just looking at Jaskier has his heart feeling too big for his own chest,

 And,

 Like every life-changing discovery

 It’s all in the little things

 But,

can someone really say little, while speaking about Jaskier’ s eyes?

 Is it possible,

When all it takes

For Geralt to lose himself

Is to look into Jaskier’ s eyes?

 When it feels like drowning,

Falling,

Surrendering to sweet,

Clear,

Shimmering waters,

 Calming pools of liquid warmth

Bluer than the sky,

As clear as the purest water

 Always shiny, always caring, always trusting, always beautiful

 -Oh, so beautiful.

 And maybe,

Just maybe

 When the wisest men, when the fearless explorers talked about the fountains of youth,

 Those magical springs,

Able to conceal your years and pains,

 Maybe,

Just maybe,

 What they had in mind were Jaskier’ s eyes.

 And, now,

While they sat so close,

Huddled together to chase away the cold,

 The fire their only light,

 With Jaskier fitting so perfect,

Warm and soft and young

Almost invisible

Under all their furs, and their capes, and Geralt’ s arm,

 With his head under Geralt’ s chin

With his hands open on Geralt’ s chest,

 Snuggling closer

 Nuzzling sleepily the Witcher’s neck

 Now,

While they sat so close,

Geralt’ s heart was on fire.

on fire,

While moving Jaskier jus a little bit closer,

While resting his chin on Jaskier’ s messy hair,

Snuffling lightly,

Basking in his scent,

 And

He didn’t know how it happened.

He didn’t want it to happen;

 Yet, there he was,

Falling down

Hard

Before blue eyes

While Jaskier engraved his name on Geralt’ s bones,

Conquered  the unclaimed land that was Geralt’ s soul,

 Without trying

Without effort.

 And Geralt-

 Caring like this, he tried hard not to,

 But Jaskier, being Jaskier, didn’t ask for permission,

Drowning the greyness that was Geralt’ s life in bright colors and softly spoken words

 And now, while they sat so close,

Huddled together to chase away the cold,

Geralt’ s heart was on fire,

Was about to burst,

And

 Taking hold on Jaskier chin,

Tipping up his head,

To drink in his blue eyes,

His puffed cheeks,

His adorably red nose,

 Felt so fucking right, so fucking natural, so fucking perfect

That Geralt found himself wondering why,

Why, for the love of the Gods,

He’d waited so long.

 And,

Jaskier’ s shimmering eyes were focused solely on him,

Warm puffs of breath were falling on his nose, and-

 “Geralt?”

 Jaskier was tilting his head, biting those soft lips

 - Sweet, adorable little thing! -

  “Geralt, is something wrong?”

Resting his hands on Geralt ’s pale face-

“Are you okay?”

“More than so”

“What’s wrong then?”

Geralt didn’t answer, tucking away a loose strand on Jaskier’ s fringe before cupping his nape.

The Witcher ran his nose down Jaskier’ s one, coming to a stop with his lips a miserable breadth away from the other’ s ones.

“ I just had an epiphany ”

“…what?”

“I love you. I fell for you the moment I took sight of those blue eyes of yours”

 And

Jaskier blushed, giggling so prettily between his big, rough palms, arms wrapping around Geralt’ s neck, rising on his knees to place a kiss on his frosted lips

And

“That makes two of us”

 And, Geralt had never been prone on emotions, living the greyness that was his life,

But now,

With Jaskier,

He was willing to drown in bright colors and softly spoken words.

While Jaskier climbed all over him, straddling his hips, his thighs, curling softly in the hard panes of Geralt’ s body, nuzzling Geralt’ s chest,

A chest that was Geralt’ s just by name,

For it had been shaped just to be Jaskier’ s.

Shaped to hold another heart beating for Jaskier’ s life,

Shaped to frame lungs breathing  for Jaskier’ s warm breath,

And

“Can I sleep on your chest tonight?”

And

“You can do what you want.

I’m yours, to do as you please, little one.”

——————-

Uh, I’m trashing.

These two will be the death of me.

Also, English is not my native language, if something’s wrong please tell me <3

Merlin Rewatch

Season 2, episode 13: “The Last Dragonlord”

It pains me to admit it, but I do enjoy your surly retorts.

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1x07- The Gates of Avalon

↳ I just wanna know why Merlin’s running around with two massive rodents tf