summary: can you do a reddie x daughter, halloween w the losers edition?
A/N: I’m sorry it’s so short, I hope you still like it though!
Ellie bit from her candy covered apple, hurrying to wipe away a piece of chocolate that broke off from the rest of the snack and onto her costume, hoping her dad hadn’t caught on. A quick peek up proved that he hadn’t, to busy gripping her hand so tightly her skin turned white around the pressure. Her pops, on her other side, was holding onto her shoulder, talking with uncle Stan, ushering her closer any time Ellie slightly stayed from his side.
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"Oh, Geralt, I think it's broken!" Jaskier wailed from where he was sat in the mud.
Scowling, Geralt bent to inspect the ankle in question, the one Jaskier had turned when he slipped on the wet ground. He poked at it and Jaskier moaned.
He rolled his eyes. "It's not broken," he said gruffly. "Just twisted. You'll have to keep your weight off it."
Jaskier's face scrunched up in distress. "Then whatever am I to do?" He waved his arms in the air with great dramatic intent. "For I am all alone in the wilderness, miles from civilization, and now incapable of walking." He wound himself up into a full performance. "The wolves will come for me and I shall surely die here!"
Geralt suppressed a smile. "I'm sure we can figure something out."
He pondered Jaskier with mock contemplation while Jaskier gave him soft, pleading eyes. He threw in a little lip tremble for full effect.
"Fine," he grunted eventually. "If we must." He scooped Jaskier up into his arms in a bridal carry and lifted him into the air.
Jaskier squealed with delight and threw his arms around Geralt's neck. "My hero," he declared, dropping a kiss onto his cheek.
The bard really was an idiot. He tucked him into his chest and fought back a blush.
i cant talk right now im doing hot girl shit *crawls down a castle wall in lizard fashion*
Jennifer’s Body (2009) dir. Karyn Kusama
Me: *hasnt finished my WIP*
Also me: *already planning a sequel*
I’m sorry but I think it’s absurd that men have spent thousands of years writing philosophical essays on how to be a good person all while ignoring and/or actively mistreating women, who are in fact people
me when i look @hockey boys.