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[phoenixlionme]

My Favorite Fictional Couples Part 37

NOTE: Be respectful of my choices; the OTPs are not ranked, just of who I thought when making this list.

Marvel Comics: Jefferson Morales + Rio Morales = Jefferio

2. El Tigre: Manny Rivera + Frida Suarez = Marida

3. A Monster In Paris: Emile + Maud = Emaud

4. The Office: Jim Halpert + Pam Beesly-Halpert = Jam

5. The Boondocks: Jasmine DuBois + Huey Freeman = Juey

6. The Boondocks: Riley Freeman + Cindy McPhearson = Cookiegangsters

7. Living Single: Synclaire James-Jones + Overton Wakefield Jones = Synerton

8. The Fresh Prince of Bel-Air: Philip Banks + Vivian Banks =Phivian

9. Heartstopper: Nick Nelson + Charlie Spring = Narlie

10. We're Back! A Dinosaur's Story: Louie + Cecilia Nuthatch = Loucelia

[franklin-gaspar]

GÁVEA SUN-SHADING DEVICES

Location RIO DE JANEIRO, BRASIL Year 2016 Team Executive Design: Entrescapes, Abóbada Projetos Building Project: EMAUD PUC-Rio Construction: Abóbada Projetos Executive design and construction of architectural sun-shading devices, in collaboration with Abóbada Projetos.

[persephonesveil]

Me, explaining Witcher potions to a non-viewer friend): They tend to loot the bodies of the creatures they slay for potion ingredients (which yes, the thought of Martha Stewart, Witcher at large has just slithered out of the radioactive pit that is my end of the collective unconscious)

Caro: Actually, I want to see the Emeril Lagasse show, where he uses said ingredients for some....erm..."food"....

"But, Geralt, that Marta Stuart person said that varg should be par-boiled to remove the gamey flavor first-"

"Hush, Jaskier, we do not listen to the natterings of peasants that come in from the isles. They know nothing of the continent, or of its flavorings. I follow the teachings of that Emaud LeGrass fellow. He stopped at our citadel once, in a bygone time, to teach us of cooking on the road."

"Is that the one who does all his cooking with loud shouting?"

"The very same. He claimed it was to bring other creatures near, so that you could also kill them and add them to the pot. Or ward them off, it was all the same to him. He did his cooking in the courtyard, and I'll be dipped in honey and fried sideways if three of the stupid little krestlings didn't come up to the lip of the pot and stare inside! How they actually got to the courtyard, past all of us, I'll never know. Pan-fried krestling is heavenly, in case you're wondering."

"I did, actually."

"And now you know why they're so vanishingly rare. That Emaud fellow would say that this was his country's version of Whatchagot Stew..."

Geralt trailed off absently, and Jaskier's keen eye saw him reaching slowly and stealthily for his dagger. He held very still. For wild things he'd freeze or run the wrong way, he'd say and do foolish things to spend time with a buxom lady, but for dinner, he didn't fool around.

It got so quiet he could hear the rustling. Suddenly Geralt was moving, lightning-fast, with an uncharacteristic "BAM!"

It was quiet again, and Geralt was stirring the pot, humming to himself.

"Uh, Geralt, was that you killing the thing, or cooking it?"

"Shut up, Jaskier..."