Watching Home Alone is so funny it’s like
Kevin’s mom: *hyperventilating into a paper bag* I can’t believe I left my son home alone, he has to be so terrified, my poor baby boy all alone I need to go get him-
Kevin: *actively planning to commit war crimes*
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Ngl, I got a headcanon that Howdy has a cooking hobby that he keeps a secret cause he knows if anyone knew he can cook he’d be bombarded with requests- making his life hell and more hectic than it already is MDHDHDDHUD-
(however on rare occasions he will make a meal with/for someone he truly likes/cares about smh, it’s a love language for him)
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"He'd be very proud of you."
Big sisters, very little brother. 💙💚💙
So, the triplets' redesign was a little hard, until Leeta (now renamed too O_o) let me know P!nk was a good likeness to roughly base her on, and it went well from there.
I will leave Will dark-haired until either Matt or Liam prove me wrong, and only grudgingly. 🐌
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finally finished that wip
"So...Geralt seemed awfully crossed when we left. You don't happen to know anything about that, do you?" Jaskier huffs, a bit anxious. He had seen how Geralt looked at the both of them when Yen first asked him to accompany her as her vicount husband.
A little side mission really, nothing too high stakes. Just a bit of drinking, a bit of noble charming, one quick trip to the Lord's chambers to steal back a relic that Yen claims to be rightfully hers. Simple enough right?
But somehow, Geralt seemingly thinks this little mission was as dangerous as a basilisk on the rampage and loudly protested against it. Yen, being Yen simply snorted and went about dressing Jaskier as the perfect Vicount decked in black and gold. The entire time, Geralt's eyes never left his person, a constant glare simmering alongside something else Jaskier cant quite name.
"Don't worry about him."
"I'm me. I can't not worry about Geralt. What if he's upset at me for pretending to be your husband? Oh gods, that would be fucking ironic-" Jaskier feels a gentle hand cup the side of his face, guiding him to face his witchy friend. She smiles wickedly.
"I promise you, he has no ire towards you. If anything, he's plotting against me, the idiot." Yen gives his cheek a reassuring pat before snaking her arm between his.
"But enough about him. It's just you and me tonight, dear husband."
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