okay but you know how lesson horses can be THE biggest bitches in the barn but still be so sweet and patient with kiddos who are learning?
that’s jaskier and roach’s dynamic
geralt appreciates roach for many reasons but mainly BECAUSE she is a bit of a bitch and v opinionated. it matches with him and also keeps her safe because who is going to get away with trying to steal this mean ass mare who will bite bc she doesn’t care for the way your boots are polished? no one.
and then geralt comes back to camp one day to find jaskier using her front legs like a backrest while roach just sedately chomps away at slices of the apple they’re sharing while also snuffling at jaskier’s hair while waiting for him to pass her another
and that’s geralt’s first real “well fuck. i guess i have to keep him” moment
Crack treated seriously: the Amity Parkers celebrate Dannypocalypse to honor Danny Phantom, pre reveal.
Danny is both confused and horrified by how many pictures have been taken of him doing stupid shit.
One word prompt: cooking for any of your fandoms. I would love to see some of the well-born ladies taking a spin in the kitchen.
I would be very doubtful that Marianne Dashwood could create something safe for human consumption.
This was so fun to write! I adore Marianne, but I agree that she would be dangerous in the kitchen.
His years in the army made Colonel Brandon used to seeing things he didn’t recognise.
He had travelled far, served in the East Indies, met people of different faiths and backgrounds, and became acquainted with dishes and spices — some his stomach could tolerate better than others — that most of his fellow countrymen would never see, let alone taste.
‘You’re a man of the world, Colonel Brandon.’ Mrs Jennings told him one evening soon after his return to England, and he always felt that was true.
So it was quite concerning that he didn’t recognise the dish in front of him. And another mystery he had yet to figure out was why his wife — whom, during her entire life, he suspected hadn’t spent more than a few minutes in a kitchen — suddenly decided to personally prepare this for him.
“Well, what do you think?” Marianne asked with excitement in her eyes.
Oh, his darling Marianne. Three months of wedded bliss, and it still felt like a dream at times.
“It looks wonderful, dearest,” he said with as much sincerity as possible. He knew her well enough that asking what it was would dim the light in her eyes. Something he privately vowed never to consciously do to her.
Marianne’s smile grew. “Oh, good. I know how much you love eating a trifle, and thankfully, the recipe was easy to follow.”
It was a trifle? Directing a closer look at it, he could see what his wife had intended to make, but it had not gone as well as she had believed. The Naple biscuits looked more like something you would find in an uncleaned fireplace. The custard seemed to be fine, but the whipt syllabub definitely leaned more towards a yellow colour than the white it was supposed to be.
This was probably not going to go well for either of their stomachs, but with no choice — other than breaking his wife’s heart, which he most certainly wasn’t going to do — he spooned up a bit from every layer and put it on both of their plates.
Saying a quick and naturally silent prayer, he put his spoon in his mouth.
Oh dear. It was as bad as he suspected.
Marianne clearly took a more creative approach with the wine and the eggs than the recipe would tell her to do.
Quickly looking up, he saw that Marianne continued eating. That’s good. He had enough time to reign in his emotions and curb his nausea before he lifted his spoon again.
He loved his wife dearly, but he needed to figure out a plan to ensure she never entered the kitchen again.
#project hail mary
#heated rivalry
#writers on tumblr
#photography
