this could be for either

being multilingual like...

What people think it’s like:

  • *speaks multiple languages fluently on command*
  • *is very sophisticated*

What it’s actually like:

  • constantly speaking to people in the wrong language
  • managing to squeeze 3 or 4 languages into one sentence without noticing
  • gradually forgetting your first and second language, while not speaking anything fluently anymore. not even your first language is safe
  • Grammar? What grammar? Which grammar??!!
  • being permanently confused
  • can’t even order bread at a Danish bakery after 2 years of language training
  • cry and curse yourself for moving somewhere where they don’t speak English or your first language. but mostly cry. and weep
ddadds hugging hcs

because i really love headcanons for the way people hug i think theyre super cute

Craig:
- The strongest, most secure hugs ever. Makes you feel like you could survive an apocalypse so long as brodad is hugging you
- Does that thing where he picks you up a little when he hugs you
- Somehow always smells fresh even though he’s working out always

Mat:
- Firm hugs that always last a little longer than normal but never in an awkward way
- Always smells like coffee and cafe pastries, even on his days off
- Keeps a hand on your shoulder for a bit even after the hug is over

Damien:
- Always asks if he can hug you before he hugs you, like a gentleman
- Very gentle hugs, like he’s worried he’ll break you if he hugs any harder
- You’d think his Victorian style clothes would be kinda stiff but theyre actually really soft to the touch

Joseph:
- Either smells like fresh cookies or grill smoke, no inbetween
- Gives you soft pats on the back while hugging
- Jesus himself has blessed this hug probably

Brian:
- A hug can’t get any softer than this
- Like Craig, probably picks you up when he hugs you. Good chance of spinning in a circle if he’s really happy 
- The most classic Dad Smell™ of some combination of old spice, irish spring, and home depot

Robert:
- Usually very short, but fulfilling hugs
- Does that thing where he goes for a handshake and then pulls you into a quick hug 
- Gives you a really solid Two (2) pats on the back

Hugo:
- Usually very gentle hugs, unless he’s super excited about something then he’ll just pick you up
- Smells like old books all the time
- The kind of guy that’ll hug you every time he sees you once youre close enough

theyre on a date!!

This is dedicated to @mormoc and @percyyoulittleshit 

Because I went through a funk and they sent me such sweet messages and they’re just amazing people in general and I want to thank them for being just the best girls and the best of friends a girl could ask for. I love them and I just want to say thank you guys!

this guy realllllly does not like being called short.

Ya’ll know what I want? I want a scene where Pidge for whatever reason is all dolled up in a cute dress, with her hair nicely brushed and maybe some makeup (Most likely thanks to Allura), and I want Lance to walk past her, not recognize her, do a double take, and go flirt with her, all like ‘Well, Hello there, Pretty lady’, and for Pidge to just scream because she doesnt know what to do, and then Lance starts screaming because he realizes he just hit on Pidge. 

In one smooth motion, as if a wave passed over them, every candle in the ballroom goes out.

The light chat rises to panicked whispers in the darkness. I begin to choke on the smell of ash.

A sharp gasp rakes through the crowd as the tall candelabras at the top of the stairs erupt into columns of flame, illuminating the tall figure standing there.

They’re wrapped in flowing silk and sumptuous furs that shimmer like champagne in the firelight. Concealing their face is a goat mask. Its crimson eyes seem to glimmer.

The figure glides down the staircase, their very form seeming to flicker like a candle as they survey the crowd. A small laugh rises from them as their golden, clawed hand reaches to pull away their mask.  

In the smoke-choked silence, Nadia’s wine glass shatters against the floor. She brings a trembling hand to her lips. Julian squeezes my hand, urging me to step back.

On the staircase, Count Lucio’s eyes blaze with amusement. His grin splits like a wound.

“Surprise, bitches.” he laughs, throwing out his arms. “i bET YOU THOUGHT YOU’‘D S EE N THE L AS T OF ME”

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S O I havE SOM  E HOPES ABOUT THE MASQUERADE CHAP T ER

Prankin’ with the Marauders