M: You don’t know where we’re going. A: No, Merlin. I know where we’re going. It’s just, I can’t tell you, that’s all.
ron weasley really, at the age of thirteen, stood on a broken leg between his best friend and a man he thought to be a mass murderer and said “if you want to kill harry, you’ll have to go through me first” and yet some of y’all STILL think he was a bad friend/person/character
one of my favorite (read: least favorite) things about how people treat cleopatra is she’s so often called a slut or is only ever portrayed as being this incredibly sexy, often scantily-clad seductress, when in actuality 1. while some ancient sources describe her as somewhat pretty, it generally seems that what was attractive about her was her intellect, charm, and voice, and the sources that refer to her as extremely sexy/slutty are specifically out to condem her, 2. she was a brilliant politician who chose her affairs as a way of securing power for her country and not just so she could have a bunch of sex (which shouldn’t be an issue anyway), and 3. one of the men she had an affair with was mark antony, ancient roman super slut supreme, a man known for his love of sex and tendency to wear extremely short tunics for the sake of showing off his sexy legs/probably also his dick
i’m not saying there’s anything wrong with portraying cleopatra as beautiful or even sexy, because she clearly had allure. all i’m saying is that, if your cleopatra is wearing less clothing than your mark antony, there’s probably a problem in your depiction of them
“What if you deserve to be happy and this is a thing that will make you happy? And maybe don’t worry about whether you’ll be happy later and just focus on how you’re happy right now?”
jaskier, finding geralt after thinking he was dead: Geralt!
geralt: jaskier!
jaskier, running towards him: Geralt! TuT
geralt, running towards him: Jaskier! TuT
jaskier: GERALT :(
geralt: jaskier?
jaskier: GERALT >:(
geralt, running in the opposite direction: oh shit
jaskier, chasing after him: GERALT OF FUCKING RIVIA HOW FUCKING DARE YOU I THOUGHT YOU WERE DEAD YOU SON OF A-