Of the Importance of Silliness

I got thinking yesterday, pondering on the question “what makes a good relationship?” And sure, there’s the fluff, the communication and the ability to compromise, all that good stuff. But being able to be silly with your partner is also such an important concept??? So I give you:

Les Amis (and Co) being silly with their significant others

Enjolras & Grantaire: Grantaire has the habit of bursting into song about everything and anything, narrating his surroundings, drumming on every available surface and making rhymes up as he goes. Enjolras is more often than not at the heart of the songs, so he tries to retaliate with spontaneous songs of his own concerning Grantaire. Poorly.
They end up talking in rhymes sometimes, making “alas” rhyme with “jackass”, “meme” with “supreme”…

Courfeyrac & Combeferre: Courfeyrac is an amateur of fine memeing and never fails an opportunity to slip in a little “wow much doge” meme, quickly infecting Combeferre. They also “speak” whale around the flat, like Dory in Finding Nemo, because they find it hilarious.

Joly & Bossuet & Musichetta: Always up for a challenge, they watch those “Try not to Smile or Laugh” challenge videos together. Except they brought a variation. Every time one of them laughs, that person has to put a marshmallow in their mouth. It ends up with them looking like hamsters, crying with laughter, watching each other snort and spitting out marshmallow paste.
It’s grand.

Bahorel & Feuilly: They dare each other. And double dog dare each other if needed. And it’s not like the game ever freaking ends, because they both want to win that unwinnable game, okay? As a Broadway enthusiast, Bahorel knows all duet songs and choregraphies by heart, and brings Feuilly along for a two man show in their kitchen. Feuilly makes most of the lyrics up.

Jehan & Montparnasse: They send each other snaps constantly. And not the cute kind. They pull the worst faces, use the worst filters. Even when they’re in the same room, they try to make each other laugh via snapchat. Parnasse trusts Jehan not to screenshot the ugliest ones. That is real hardass trust right there

Eponine & Cosette: They speak PTA mom. To each other. And it’s very hard not to crack up, because they call each other suburban mom names with a high pitched voice, saying they want to see the manager at the mildest “inconvenience”. Eponine makes a very convincing tiger mom when she wips her fringe and purses her lips, and Cosette gets fits of laughter every time


Luke Hampton vs the big wall at the Hawks Nest. This one’s a banger.

anonymous asked:

Hi, I love your blog and especially your ace headcanons! Can you do a couple JBM for me? (Doesn't have to be ace, just them being happy, although Joly might be on the spectrum) thank you!!

Hey lovely anon, one serving of happy and healthy JBM coming up!

  • Musichetta is an early riser, her boys however love sleeping in and morning cuddles
  • This leads to a cat and mouse game of Musichetta trying to get up and prepare for the day and Bossuet and Joly taking in turns to pull her back into bed
  • Somehow, no matter when they get up, they always end up running late and making a last minute scramble out the door, with half eaten breakfast left on the counter and multiple goodbye kisses spread amongst the three of them (Probably why they’re running late tbh. These losers can’t stop kissing each other.)
  • Every second Friday night is their “Whine and wine” date night where they put crappy reality TV on in the background as they drink Moscato and tell each other about their weeks and the latest gossip within the group
  • Freaking nerds who go to bed at 8:30PM every night because they’ve been looking forward to cuddling each other all day and can’t wait any longer.
  • Tag team each other well. Musichetta and Joly make sure Boss wears enough warm clothes before leaving the house, Joly and Boss make sure Musichetta texts them that she’s home safe when they’re not they’re and she goes home first, Boss and Musichetta take turns coddling Joly when he thinks he’s getting another flu and soothe some of his worrying doubts
  • Food portions aren’t exactly packaged for 3 people. They always make too much food and distribute their leftovers to their friends (Mainly Feuilly.)
  • One time tried to do a three person piggy back when they were all drunk on Cosmo’s and Bossuet fell off and broke his wrist
  • Piggy backs are now banned in their house- along with human pyramids, shoulder wars, games of leap frog, fondue (Don’t ask, their apartment nearly burnt down.), and Bossuet cooking (see: Fondue)
Why I didn’t like the Maximum Ride movie

It’s awful. This film only takes half, at most, of what Maximum Ride is about. Let’s rhyme it off.

- The house in the mountains is supposed to be the safest and most comfortable place the flock has ever been to. They. Do. Not. Want. To. Leave. Angel gets captured when the flock are ambushed by a team of Erasers with a CHOPPER while out picking wild strawberries near their secret house in the woods, where they are not cooped up inside all the time; they can go outside and fly around freely.

- Max’s first encounter with Nudge in the film is her threatening and yelling at Nudge. Max is their mother figure; she doesn’t yell at the flock, with the exception of Fang.

- They mis-aged all the characters. Angel is supposed to be 6, Gazzy is 8, Nudge is 11, and Max, Iggy and Fang are 14. Not so in the film.

- Max NEVER had the files on their identities hidden in the house. Ever. Those were found by the flock at the school much later in the storyline.

- When the flock abandoned the house and went on the run, all 5 (not including the captured Angel) were on the way to Lake Mead. Max split from the group to help Ella (the unnamed girl who Max rescued in the film), who was being bullied by several boys, and not from some drunk boyfriend, as Ella is also only 14.

- When Max is shot, Dr. Martinez, who is a VET and not a DOCTOR, examined her and discovered Max’s wings due to the fact that the bullet injured Max’s wing as well as her shoulder. Max was x-rayed and her chip was found in her FOREARM. Dr. Martinez and Ella both know about the Flock and their avian-hybrid capabilities, and in the film, they’re left in the dark and are barely a blip on the plot-line map. Max is then made to wait at somewhere around 3 days before her wing is healed enough to fly to Lake Mead.

- When Max catches up to the flock at Lake Mead, the flock are staying in a CAVE. Not a cabin, with food and warmth and beds. A cave. Eating stolen food out of dumpsters and snacking on some chocolate chip cookies that Dr. Martinez made for Max before Max left. They learn new flying techniques from the family of hawks that nest nearby.

- It appears that all of the flock have chips embedded in them somewhere, as the School seems able to monitor their physical statuses.

- Max is meant to accidentally kill Ari in a one-on-one fight in the sewers below the School while escaping with the flock and several other able-bodied recombinant DNA kids, and Total, the talking dog. Jeb finds Ari as Max is leaving the tunnel behind the rest of the pack, and as Max is flying away, he yells after her that she killed her own brother. Whoops. Way to forget a super important plot twist.

- Max’s first encounter with the Voice, the thing that showed her all those images of her childhood and New York at the end of the film, is supposed to be VERBAL. It’s the VOICE. It speaks.

- They neglected to mention that Ari, Jeb’s son and the main Eraser character of the film, is only 7 years old, and aged physically due to his DNA being effed with when he became and Eraser.

- Angel does actually speak. She doesn’t say a word in the film until almost the end of the movie. She does actually talk.

- Max sees none of those images about her childhood or about a file. She sees images of New York and the word Institution repeated over and over. That is the only clue they have when they set out for New York.

- Nudge is a much more happy-go-lucky character than she is portrayed as in the movie, where she is an emotional, angsty teenager.

- Wtf was with the casting choices, dude? Max needs to be way move average build, not a toothpick. Toothpicks can’t hold their own in a fight against superhuman wolf-men. Fang needed long black hair. Iggy’s wings were supposed to be white, as were Gazzy’s and Angel’s. Not to mention they were all several years too old for their characters. Ew. Just ew.

Other than all that, the pacing was terrible, there was no sense of urgency to the film, and no real sense of danger in the scenes where Angel is being experimented on. The tests in the book were portrayed to be much more severe, and they were more like rat-in-a-maze type tests than intellectual, solve-the-equation type tests.

Also, the scars on their backs are complete BS. The wings fold up small, close to their backs. Not INTO their backs. They don’t just go poof. Sorry. Way to avoid any of the potentially-accurate sciencey bits, Mr. Director. I can’t believe James Patterson signed off on this bullcrap.

Alrighty Darlings, Here it is Mating Season

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Originally posted by sweetly87


Newt and Fem Reader

You were at a night club with Queenie, Jacob and Newt called the Hawks Nest. Queenie had suggested that you all go out and celebrate the release of Newts new book. 

The two of you had been travelling together for months now and had grown quite close. To your embarrassment and hilarity you had even witnessed some amusing mating rituals performed by Newt and the animals in response. It always left you laughing and curious about how he’d be. You had known him to gaze at you a little too long once in a while or hold you in a hug slightly longer than usual.

One day Queenie picked up on this and suggested you all go out. She ordered a whole bottle of Firewhiskey and a pitcher of Butterbeer to mark the occasion. 

Somehow Jacob got to telling the hilarious tales of watching Newt do a mating dance for an Arumpant and how it had saved his life. To which Queenie had responded with 

“Well than Mr.Scamander should have an equal effect on women then huh honey?” she winked looking at you. You blushed furiously and excused yourself. Newt noticing this got up and followed you sensing your distress.

“Don’t let Queenie get to you (y/n) she means well.”

You sighed. “I know, I just wished she’d stay out of my head.” you ran a hand through your hair pacing.

Newt raised an eyebrow at you. “ And what exactly was going on in your head (y/n)?”

You stopped and looked at him. “Nothing.” you said brushing off the topic and trying to head back to the table. But Newt gently grabbed your arm.

“(Y/n) you can tell me, we’ve been together for over 11 months now.” he pulled you off to a side room to give you some privacy.

“It’s just…ugh how do i even begin to explain this?” you threw your hands up in the air.

“Queenie please get out of my head.” Newt whispered.

She peaked her head around the corner. “Sorry to interrupt but Jacob and I are going to have some…..alone time so we’re heading out. The bills been paid for but you’ll have to sleep in the case tonight I’m afraid hun.” She winked at you. 

“Don’t wait up and don’t do anything i wouldn’t do.” she winked and giggled with Jacob as they waved.

“What did she mean by don’t do anything i wouldn’t do?” Newt said blushing.

You took another shot of Firewhiskey. You examined the other men in the bar but none held a flame to the Zoologist. Newt leaned his back against the wall taking a shot and propping his one leg out. He looked irresistible. Your heart was pounding out of your chest. 

“Nothing, you know what happens when Queenie and Jacob get together.” you mused downing another shot.

:”They have nothing but mating on their minds” he laughed taking another shot. Then something clicked in his mind and he started to choke on his drink.

He was laughing as you handed him a hanker-chief. 

“Yes it seems they’re an ideal match.” you laughed.

“Everyone’s a match for someone, all you have to do is find the right mate and impress them.” he said looking at you with a hint of mischief in his eyes.

“And tell me Mr. Scamander how would you initiate a mating ritual?” you turned to him and asked seductively wandering about the back of the bar.

“Well” he cleared his throat, his face went beat red and he tried to address you in his most professional voice.

“For starters I would examine what you like best in a suitor, and from what I know from examining you here is that you like them to be tall, well mannered, kind and relaxed. So I would approach you like this.”

He threw his jacket off followed by his vest. He undid his bow tie and threw it on the pile as well. Shrugging out of his suspenders he loosened a few buttons on his shirt so it hung open, revealing a few scars. He rolled up his sleeves and ever so slightly brushed a small bit of hair from his eyes. You bit your bottom lip. He was in his element now.

You took a sip of your Firewhiskey eyeing him but trying not to look more intrigued than you felt. “Go on then, impress me Scamander.:” 

He locked eyes with you, grinning at the challenge.

“And I also know that scars both intrigue and arouse you. You also like seeing peoples little quirks. Here he folded his arms and had begun pacing, studying you. 

“For example you always bite your bottom lip whenever you see me roll up my sleeves or whenever I get focused and do little things like stick my wand in my mouth when i’m juggling with animals or potion vials” He walked towards you He brushed your cheek with his thumb.  “How’d you-” but he cut you off.

“i keep telling you love, we’ve been together 11 months.i know you by now” He easily towered over you and your breath caught in your throat as he placed a hand above the wall behind you. You’d been travelling together for 11 months, but up until now your relationship had always been platonic, because you didn’t dare ask him in case he didn’t feel the same.  

“I also know you love the scent of cedar and freshly fallen rain which is why I went out and fed Frank and the Bowtruckles before I came in here.”  He smiled amused. Still studying you.

“And what would your ideal mate be Mr.Scamander.” He put a finger up to your lips to silence you.

“Newt” you said correcting yourself.

He smiled hearing his name from your lips. “Well she would have to have lovely (h/l) (h/c) hair and entrancing (e/c) eyes. And a beautiful smile. She must have a deep love for animals and….”

He turned around and handed you a shot of firewhiskey “A knack for surprises and adventure.” He downed his fast. You took it and eagerly drank it your head rushing with his sudden seductive nature.

“There’s something else I’ve noticed about you too (y/n) you have a very sensitive spot just here on the back of your neck.” He smiled whispering into the spot, his breath tingling your neck as he moved your hair aside and placed a gentle kiss on it. You turned away trying to hide the massive blush spreading.

“And you also have one here on the small of your back, and he gently ran a hand down the back of your dress the slip dipping low enough that his fingertips brushed against your bare skin, giving you goosebumps. 

As if by reaction you leaned back into him. He wrapped an arm around your waist and held you close gently placing kisses from your cheek to your neck to your collarbone to your shoulder, then to that delicious spot on the back of your neck. You gave a small moan and Newt knew he was winning you over.

But he wasn’t finished with you just yet. And you weren’t finished with him either.Months had been building up to this. Months of sexual tension and feelings and stolen glimpses. He turned you back to face him and he ran both hands up to rest on your neck and ran his fingers through your hair. He looked you in the eyes, his green eyes boring into your (e/c) ones.

”And I would follow with telling her just how much she truly means to me. That she makes me a better person. That before I met her I was in my own shell, observing the world but never getting to know it. And now from sunrise to sunset all I can think of is her warm smile and her kind heart and her laugh. All I can think of is what I can do to get her to speak to me to get her to look at me, to spark her interest and see her eyes light up with just a hint of mischief and longing. To see that she desires me as much as I do her. And then I would kiss her like she’s never been kissed before.”

He pulled you into a side closet and pushed you back shutting the door behind him. He hovered over you just for a moment. His sheer height towering over you and you could feel his breath. He then wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you into him kissing you passionately. Slow at first but then the need to explore overcame both of you. You also wanted to tease him and ran your tongue along his bottom lip to which he eagerly opened his mouth and the two of you began exploring. You gently began biting his bottom lip, eager for more. He slipped off your dress and it fell to the floor as you began unbuttoning his shirt, he then pulled off your slip and pressed you close to him. Your now bare chests pressed together.

“Then I’d pull her even closer if she so desired me too.” He whispered seductively. You nodded and ripped off his shirt and began unbuckling his trousers. He threw them off and kissed down your neck to your breasts, gently caressing your nipples, he then kissed his way between them well still fondling your breasts with his hands.

Kissing down your stomach, your hips your inner thigh and back up again and only when you pleaded did he slowly remove your panties. He ran a hand down from your breast tracing his fingertips as he went along down your body until he reached that wonderful sweet spot. He gently began rubbing up and down causing you to moan and become wet. It was then that you noticed his arousal.

“And when she was ready, only then would I penetrate her, for I want her full attention as we mate.” And here he grabbed you by the hips and lifted you up, you wrapped your legs around him and he leaned you back against the shelf. You then pulled off his briefs and saw in full pleasure his arousal. He was wonderfully sized and he gently and very slowly slid himself into you, Filling up any available space inside you. He slowly began to rock back and forth. Both of you letting out a small sigh from the wonderful sensation that had been nagging you inside for months.

“Then what would you do Newt.” You moaned his name as he picked up his pace. Without speaking he pinned your arms up above you with one hand and pulled your hips forward with the other. You both moaned at the wonderful new sensation rippling through your cores and it caused you to arch your back which only made Newt moan more.

“Are you ready for the finishing move my love?” he whispered.

You only nodded silently begging him for more as he kissed you urgently. Pressing himself deep within you he started pumping harder and faster as your climaxes started to peak. “N-Newt.” You gasped. He pulled you onto him and you held on tight as he pushed you over the edge both moaning loudly. You ran your nails up his back and into his messy hair and he kissed you and spun you around still out of breathe as he continued to ride you, you were gasping for air.

The two of you sat down as you semi dressed yourself again. Catching your breathe he leaned over and gently kissed you, placing his fingertips on that sweet spot on your neck causing you to giggle into his kiss. He gave you that adorable smile blushing. “Sorry, I’m not normally that……confidant.” He smiled at you. You laughed lightly. “That’s alright darling you can just blame it on mating season.” He laughed and kissed you again.

For @wilwywaylan who needs her dose of cute and fluffy. She requested Joly and I was only happy to oblige. I’m sorry it’s short, dear, but I hope you like it! <3

Imagine the instant between sleep and wakefulness. Imagine the fleeting and ephemereal sensation of weightlessness and perfect contentment, and the split second in which you remember that you exist. If Joly could pinpoint the exact moment in which it happened, he could say that it was at that unique moment in time in which he doesn’t feel anxious in the least. He’s tried to find ways in which to prolong that white, light, soft moment but nothing seems to work, so instead, he turns to the other things that calm him.
When he opens his eyes first thing in the morning, it’s to the same sight. Beautiful dark skin, glowing like sunlight on burnished brass. Chestnut curls as rich as mahogany spread over the sheets. Two faces peaceful in sleep. The same feeling each new day. Their hands on his skin, or brushing fingers even without consciously knowing it. Their legs and arms pressing together, locked together. All three not wanting to be apart. And invariably, the scent of jasmine and citrus and musk, three smells for three hearts, swirling and blanketing them.

Joly knows that he worries about everything and anything, he knows that he’s ill and that he’s difficult and needy sometimes. He knows that, how could he not? But even through the worst of his troubles, he knows that he is never alone. When he slogs through a 20-hour shift at the hospital, Musichetta comes and silently puts a box of home-made cookies on his desk, giving him a smile and a wink. When he can finally go home and it’s pouring with rain, Bossuet is there to hug him and hand him his umbrella. When he falls asleep in front of the TV, because of work or his medication, he knows he’ll wake up with a cushion under his head, a blanket over his legs and a cup of his favourite tea in easy reach. When he just needs silence because sometimes that’s all someone can want, they’re just there, by his side, ‘Chetta combing her hands into his hair to draw out the stress, Bossuet leaning next to him, lending him solidity and strength.

He can’t ask for anything else, especially as he never thought he’d have so much support. It’s hard to find one person who loves and supports you; having two is nothing short of a miracle.

mcmasque  asked:

Hello love! Can I ask for your favorite/literally any and all Musichetta hcs? Thank you!

Whoop Whoop here I go!

  • 6′2′’, she’s so tall, so beautiful. She’s been told so many times tall girls shouldn’t wear heels because “Men don’t like it when girls are taller than them”. Musichetta will crush them under her heel, if you think she cares.
  • Cameroonian from her father and Italian from her mother. They both met in France and stayed there ever since.
  • Food puritan. Good food takes TIME. Good food is slow cooked for 4 hours with fresh products and a sprinkle of love.
  • When she hosts, she’s one of those people who are like: “Oh it’s okay I made something simple to nibble on” *gestures towards 50 party sized dishes*
  • Gold ink tattoos. She has a trinity symbol on her wrist to symbolise Joly, Bossuet and herself
  • Rock climber extraordinaire. Goes on rock climbing hikes with Combeferre and Feuilly sometimes. Could crush a watermelon with her biceps
  • Teaches self-defense voluntarily in a Parisian university
  • So many crop tops
  • The Mom Friend™ , but not the “sweet and overbearing” mom friend, she’s the “will call you out on your bullshit and help you grow” mom friend

Dialogue of a Man and a Tree - Vincent Godfrey Burns

The Man: Why do you grow so tall, way up there in the sky?
The Tree: I love the heights that are clean and free, where the lonely eagles fly, where the crane and the hawk can nest with me, and my friends, the geese, go by.
The Man: What do you use for food, tree to make you grow and grow?
The Tree: I live on a diet of Nature’s best from my roots deep down below; I never go hungry, I rest and rest and wait for the rain and the snow.
The Man: How do you grow so strong, Tree, sturdy and straight and true?
The Tree: I live in the light of the sunshine and yarn for the sky’s deep blue; the clean, sweet air is always mine, and the cold winds help me too.
The Man: How do you live so long, Tree, so much longer than man?
The Tree: I’ve geared my days with the Creator’s ways since ever the world began. There is no death when life keeps faith with nature’s wonderful plan.

smolfeuilly-deactivated20160608  asked:

Joly, 'Chetta and Bossuet call R "kid" because they have adopted him. That's it. He's their adopted child. *wipes tears away*

Musichetta : Be careful with your diet, love, bad cholesterol runs in the family

Grantaire : Why does that matter? I’m adopted!

Bossuet, slamming his fist against the fridge : What? Oh my God! Who told you?

hawk in the raven nest (raven!neil)

Nathaniel Wesninski always knew that his life could have been much different, and perhaps much easier, if he had been anyone but Nathaniel Wesninski. With the three on his face and a state of always being surrounded by his fellow Perfect Court, he was forced into accepting his life as a number before he was a person. Though, when the cracks in the Ravens and in their corrupt Captain and Coach began to show, Nathaniel realized that he couldn’t just sit back and let things be. Dreaming of dismantling the amazing yet corrupt Edgar Allan Ravens was one thing; actually going through with it, with two unexpected allies at his side, was a different story entirely.

(full story coming Summer 2017)

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Miles to Go

“Tim!” Dick called out. He craned his neck to listen for a response. Nothing. His brow furrowed. Where was that kid?

The man strode into the Manor kitchen, stopping when he saw Damian wolfing down breakfast. “Have you seen Tim?”

Damian rolled his eyes and didn’t bother to reply. Dick’s blue eyes narrowed: the boy’s manners had taken a nosedive since his last birthday ushered him into the teenagerhood.

“You gonna help, squirt, or what?” he asked, stealing a pancake.


Dick laughed, shoving the pancake into his mouth. “Payment for covering for you last night,” he told him, chewing obnoxiously.

Damian swallowed. “I have no idea as to what are you are referring,” he announced haughtily.

Dick’s eyes twinkled. “Does ‘cuddly raccoon’ ring a bell?”

Damian chucked a spoon at his older brother’s head, from which Dick promptly ducked. “Shut up!”

The spoon clanged against the wall and fell near the trash can. Dick laughed, scooping up the silverware. He stopped short.



“Tim is sleeping in the trash can?”

Damian paused shoveling pancakes in his mouth. “I didn’t notice,” he replied.

Dick rolled his eyes and hauled the massive sleeping toddler out of the trash.

“Really, Grayson, that’s where he belongs. It’s his home now,” Damian admonished.

Dick grunted, throwing Tim over his shoulder. Little bugger had grown this past year. “Are you cohabiting?” he responded, grasping a cloth napkin and thwacking the back of the kid’s head.

Damian scoffed but went back to eating his third set of pancakes.

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I have a fondness for Joly and Bossuet as childhood best friends

They met when they were toddlers and lived next to each other so their parents would organise play dates and put them in the same activity groups so that they would have a familiar face there, especially for Joly who was quite shy growing up.

Joly would mend Bossuet’s numerous boo booes with little dinosaurs band aids and would give him little kisses on the scratches to make it all better.

Then they grew up and stayed like two peas in a pod, one never seen without the other. But Bossuet started to feel a bit more than friendship for Joly, even though he was in denial most of the time. With his luck, Joly would not like him back and he would ruin their friendship if he opened up about it, so he kept it silent. It would pass. Little did he know Joly was feeling the exact same way.

Fast forward to university. Bossuet met Musichetta at Law School and hit it off immediately as good friends. He introduced her to Joly and watched as the two started dating. He felt like a horrible friend, because on the one hand his crush for Joly was still fiercely there, but on the other he found himself really attracted to Chetta. While Joly was still in love with Bossuet, but also with Musichetta, and it made him feel terrible.

Musichetta was, of course, very aware of the pining. You just had to see those boys’ faces to understand that they were longing for each other. In the end, she’s the one who brought them together at last and Bossuet finally confessed that he was head over heels for them both.

And thus JBM began