it grows fast and tends to stick out as if it grows in completely different directions from the rest of his hair.
earning him nicknames like seaweed and kelp-head.
although he wasn’t actually born with magic he was raised by witches so he knows his way around it and it’s a pretty integral part of his life.
dabbles mostly in herbs and alchemy etc.
and whatever magic surrounds him is either the leftover spell work of those who raised him or borrowed from nature.
also he speaks to animals.
like he doesn’t have full conversations with them but they listen and understand him and he can generally guess what they want.
studies botany but gets in a lot of arguments with his professors because he has a less scientific view of nature.
has a home and everything but probably spends most of his summers living up a tree taking care of woodland animals.
you’ve caught him muttering to squirrels a few times.
seen him chased across campus by literally every cat in the area.
but you just assumed he’s nice and likes to feed the animals.
a lot of socks have been disappearing from around your dorm lately and you thought maybe someone was pulling a prank, when taehyung one day approaches you with a bag full of odd socks.
he explains that the magpie living near your dorm recently had its nest destroyed and was compensating, but that he’s “had a word with him and he won’t do it again.”
like most people you just assumed he was joking.
but he doesn’t really try to hide any of this, if someone asks why he’s so weird he’ll just frown and say he was raised by witches, like lmao what did you expect.
then a week later you come across him making a splint for a pigeon with a broken wing out of popsicle sticks and you realise you need to get to know this boy because?????? who even does that ???
and you bump into him again later that same week but this time he has ??? a squirrel ??? in his hair ???
you’re like “whu h?U???” because holy shit cute
and he’s like “yeah she likes the smell of my shampoo.”
you ask how he knows and he just shrugs.
and when the squirrel tugs too hard he’s like “ouch okay that’s enough.”
and she just like, scampers off and you’re like ??????????
and he just smiles.
after that you keep finding individual wildflowers everywhere around your dorm and wherever you go on campus.
like someone’s been picking them and leaving them around the place for you to find.
and the birds singing outside your window in the morning have increased like tenfold in number.
you have no idea this is taehyung basically attempting to court you.
not until a magpie drops a four-leaf clover on you one morning, a squirrel scampers up to you with a daisy while you’re reading in the shade for a tree, and when you look up there he is, scratching the back of his neck and mumbling something about a picnic.
just imagine how bright he’d smile when you accept his invitation.
the rest, as they say, is history.
taehyung knows all the best spots for camping and tree-climbing and berry-picking and picnics and you two go on so many adventures exploring the wilderness surrounding your little town.
he never falls out of a tree?
like he literally can’t because he was enchanted as a kid.
so you bet your butt he’s gonna hang upside down and make you do a spider-man kiss with him.
he sends you love notes by squirrel and cat and even a duck one time.
and when summer comes around he invites you to stay with him in his tree house and help him take care of the animals.
and he tells you about all the silly names he gave to plants as a kid before he studied and learned their actual names.
you literally always have fresh flowers in your hair, don’t ask me how or where they come from maybe they grow there idk.
always always always holding hands, listen this boy has no intentions of ever letting you go no way nope
and you two are just very much in love and enjoying nature and each other and everywhere you go flowers bloom tbh bless :’)
James Potter to Sirius Black: did u get the calc notes Sirius Black: do i ever get the calc notes James Potter: good point
James Potter to peter schnapps is pronounced like schnawps not schnaps: evans and i were playing footsies under the table Sirius Black: that wasnt evans
Peter Pettigrew to theyr playing cat stevens in the supermarket there is no god: if you had to marry anyone in the group who would it be Sirius Black: james Remus Lupin: james James Potter: sirius
Sirius Black to James Potter: let s get married James Potter: ok Sirius Black: im not joking James Potter: neither am i
Sirius Black to TRUTH OR DAREEEEEE BITCHES: remus i cant believe alice griffiths was your first kiss Remus Lupin: who was yours Sirius Black: james Remus Lupin: what James Potter: mine was melanie perkins in kindergarten Sirius Black: wHAT
Sirius Black to James Potter: i am shocked and offended Sirius Black: i thought we had something special James Potter: i was five Sirius Black: stop denying it James Potter: i’m not Sirius Black: were over Sirius Black: im never speaking to you again James Potter: don’t be like that babe Sirius Black: HOW COULD YOU
James Potter to Sirius Black: u know it was good for me to right Sirius Black: doesnt make it any better James Potter: how about if i throw in a curly wurly Sirius Black: two curly wurlys James Potter: deal
Remus Lupin to Sirius Black: stop making heart eyes at james Sirius Black: cant help it Sirius Black: its a perpetual state of being Sirius Black: like how ur a in a perpetual state of being a twat Remus Lupin has removed Sirius Black from the chat.
Sirius Black to James Potter: jaems Sirius Black: james Sirius Black: im d runk Sirius Black: come over Sirius Black: i need yoy James Potter: crikey Sirius Black: on second thoughts im completely sober and i dont need you anymore James Potter: was it because i said crikey Sirius Black: not it was because of some completely unrelated stupid thing u said James Potter: fine Sirius Black: fine James Potter: … James Potter: im still coming over Sirius Black: i know
Remus Lupin to Sirius Black: whats that on your shirt Sirius Black: toothpaste Remus Lupin: are you sure Sirius Black: i hate you
Remus Lupin to James Potter: mary macdonald just asked me if you and sirius were fucking James Potter: what did u tell her Remus Lupin: i told her you and sirius were fucking James Potter: excellent
James Potter to Sirius Black: why werent u in detention this afternoon Sirius Black: didnt have detention James Potter: wHAT???1??11???? SIRIS??!?!? BLACK/!!!/2/2/2/??? DIDNT!??!?!? HAVE////???? DETENTION??!?!???1!@!!! what is the world coming to Sirius Black: i hate you
Sirius Black to James Potter: can i say at urs over break James Potter: obviously James Potter: is that even a question James Potter: also mum wants to know if you want her to set up a bed in my room for you Sirius Black: is THAT even a question James Potter: tru
James Potter to fuckwits galore: sirs mum just rocked up at school Remus Lupin: where are you James Potter: front gates James Potter: jesus christ his dads here too Remus Lupin: on our way
Remus Lupin to black eyes look hardcore but they hurt like hell: james do you really think the best way of distracting his parents was by having pete moon them from the top of the school James Potter: in hindsight?? yes
Sirius Black to materoonies: so if i were a respectable and trustworthy citizen Remus Lupin: which ur not Sirius Black: and i had a group of highly respectable and trustworthy mates Peter Pettigrew: which u don’t Sirius Black: how would i go about hiding a body James Potter: …..what did u do Sirius Black: nOTHING
Sirius Black to whats the answers to number 3: remus why do u like cat stevens Remus Lupin: why do u like james Sirius Black: good point James Potter: i am shocked and offended Remus Lupin: is it because of how shockingly bad your haircut is James Potter: I TOLD THEM TO CUT IT SHORT I DIDNT MEAN /THAT/ SHORT
Sirius Black to LADSLADSLADS: smooth peanut butter is better than crunchy Remus Lupin: no it isnt Sirius Black: james tell him James Potter: smooth peanut butter is better than crunchy Remus Lupin: i hate u
Sirius Black to SMOOTH IS BETTER REMUS AND U KNO IT: i love you bro James Potter: i love you too bro Sirius Black: i love you more bro James Potter: thats not possible bro Remus Lupin: can u guys stop doing this in the groupchat its 3am
Remus Lupin to settle down children: where are you Sirius Black: in the car Sirius Black: im playing a game called put the gearshift in neutral when james isnt looking Remus Lupin: is gearstick a euphemism for something else Sirius Black has removed Remus Lupin from the chat.
Remus Lupin to how would you even put a dick into neutral: how did you get those hickeys Sirius Black: i fell over James Potter: i was with him when it happened Sirius Black: utterly tragic James Potter: im suprised he made out it mostly unscathed Peter Pettigrew: get a room
Remus Lupin to were in the enemies to lvoers trope except were all still enemies i hate all of u: did you guys see what kim k posted on twitter James Potter: fuck me sideways Sirius Black: say please Peter Pettigrew: stop it
James Potter to Sirius Black: please Sirius Black: ;))))))))))
It is cold. The concrete under Lafay’s feet. The night air. The stuttering stillness of his anxious heart. Everything is cold.
Lafay hasn’t breathed a word, he watches Gaston on the bed, hardly breathing. He has a million things he wants to say. Why did you leave me? Why did you choose her over me? When did I stop mattering to you? But he can’t speak. Even if he did, the chances Gaston would hear him are slim and the chances he would be well-received are slimmer.
So he sits there, watching him day in and day out.
In thirteen days, Gaston opens his eyes.
But the first day, they exchange no words. Gaston looks at Lafay, and Lafay looks at Gaston, and they never breathe a word.
Lafay continues sitting in the room, though. The minutes stretch into hours, and he doesn’t move, especially now that Gaston is awake. They gaze each other with novels to say but never speak.
Sixteen days into Gaston’s recovery, Gaston finally speaks.
And Gaston says, “Lefou,” and then, “thank you,” in a scratchy voice that is strong albeit quiet. Much like the ocean at night, forceful and serene.
Lafay is at a loss.
“You’re welcome,” the words punch out of him as if they were stolen.
Gaston turns his head toward the window on the opposite wall.
They lapse into silence again.
Gaston begins eating more. Lafay begins breathing more.
Upon the twenty-first day, they speak some more.
“No one asked this if you,” Gaston accuses, “and yet here you are.”
Lafay ponders this, then agrees with a nod, “Here I am.”
Gaston fists his hands in the blanket of the bed. His jaw is set, face tense. Lafay watches curiously to see if Gaston will say something damning or something redeeming.
It turns out, he says something redeeming.
“Why?” he bursts, “Why do you stay?”
Lafay shrugs. He’d asked himself the same thing a million times, and each time finds but one irrational, irrelevant answer.
But saying it out loud is too difficult, so Lafay says, “Isn’t it obvious?”
The next day Gaston says, “What have I done to deserve this?” quickly and bemusedly.
“You turned the entire town against an innocent man-!”
“No,” Gaston interrupts. “Not- Not this,” he gestures to himself. And then to Lafay. “You. What have I done to deserve being saved and cared for by you?”
Lafay’s heart stops. He expected Gaston to thrash and yell, maybe even run back to the village to finish the job he’d started. It’s he monster he became. Lafay wouldn’t be surprised. He never expected Gaston to receive and welcome help.
“And don’t start with the cryptic responses, Lefou. It isn’t obvious and I don’t understand. All that I know is I was commanding an army and protecting our village one minute- and the next something happened. Now I’m here.
"I’ve obviously done something wrong,” Gaston finishes. “I only wish I knew what it was, and how things turned out the way they did.”
Lafay nears the bed and habitually grasps Gaston’s shoulder. He wanted to reassure him. He wanted to cheer him up. But he couldn’t, because he didn’t know who Gaston was anymore. Was Gaston the same man who fought wars with him, defended the weak? Was Gaston the same man who tried to kill the father of a woman he claimed to love?
Was Gaston the same man who left Lafay to die in the castle?
“Gaston…” Lafay starts. “Tell me honestly why you attacked The Beast that night.”
And Gaston replies, “To save Belle-”
“No,” Lafay stops him. “Tell me why.”
There’s a breath of silence.
“I-” Gaston stops.
“Because I think- I want to think and hope to think- it’s because you were scared,” Lafay starts rambling. “None of us had ever seen magic like that before. Tell me you were just confused and scared and you wouldn’t have hurt anyone if you were yourself.”
Lafay stops. Then, says, “Tell me that you left me because you were not yourself.”
“Lefou,” Gaston says pleadingly, “I regret that more than I regret anything I’ve ever done.”
Lafay laughs brokenheartedly, massaging his shoulder more aggressively. “Gaston we both know regret isn’t something you identify with-”
“You’re wrong,” Gaston says. “I know I haven’t much experience in the past, but any word said to mean regret is nothing without accommodation for how I feel knowing I betrayed you-
"And for what? A stupid girl. I don’t care about Belle. I know that now. I don’t think I ever cared about her. I wanted something to be an example of- an example of what it is to be normal. Because what I want isn’t.
"Lefou,” Gaston stresses. “what I want isn’t normal.”
Lafay’s heart stops with each syllable, hands slowing until they rest softly on Gaston’s collarbone. Gaston can’t be saying what Lafay thinks he’s saying.
“Forgive me if I am misreading this, but I want you, not Belle.”
Lafay suddenly can’t breathe. In a thousand varieties he’s heard those words, mumbled in the abyss of dreams and the shroud of fabricated memories, but never so clear and real as now. And he doesn’t know what to say.
Time stops, and Lafay forces air in and out of his lungs like factory work.
“I- Of course- Yes. I mean, no, you’re not misreading anything I just-”
“Lefou,” Gaston reaches out with one hand, twisting the fabric of his shirt and dragging his body weight down onto his own.
i can never really it trust when someone that good-looking is into me. do you know what i mean? i just don’t get it. like, if they’re mediocre-looking, i can sort of appreciate why their standards are so low. when they’re that pretty, i’m just like, what are you hiding? you know?
Re: To your post about JK Rowling making Harry look identical to James to escape theroies about Harry's true father. But what if Snape was Harry's father and to hide the truth Lily injected Harry with polyjuice potion (so it would stay in his bloodstream) and that's why he looked exactly like James.
Imagine the real reason Hongbin has been missing in action these past few weeks is because he’s been hiding on rooftops, spraying couples with water from a giant water gun, like a sniper. What if this is a regular occurrence and is the reason why Hongbin is so good at playing Hanzo in Overwatch.
The public gets worried about unseasonal winter rain showers and no one ever suspects the real reason.
Hey I read your "Mc's Dad wanna talk" you are awesome...!!! Can you please Do RFA+Saeran+V meeting MC's parents who are protective of MC and couldn't trust the boys easily..
thank you so much!!
for those wondering which HC this anon is talking about, it’s here
as if he wasn’t already nervous enough
hearing the conversation MC was having with her parents over the phone a day before the meeting gave him soooo much anxiety
“It’s okay dad, I promise, Yoosung’s a great boyfriend. You’ll love him”
“MOM! WILL YOU CALM DOWN? I’m not moving to another country.. I just want to move in with Yoosung.”
“Oh my god, we’ll talk about this tomorrow. See you guys. Yea, love you. Bye.”
MC was rolling her eyes but Yoosung, this poor bb was freaking out
“Don’t worry, they’re just being overprotective- hey, are you okay? You’re sweating”
“MC do your parents think I’m a bad guy?”
“Do they hate me already?”
“Do you think they’ll make me cut my hair-”
“Jesus Zen, it’s 3am. It’ll be alright. They’ll love you when they see you tomorrow, I promise.”
*the next day*
“N- NICE TO MEET YOU MR. AND MRS. MC’SLASTNAME”
sorry idk what to put so^^ that’s what i’m going with
“Nice to meet you too…”
*pulls MC to a side*
“Honey, why are his eyes bloodshot? And why is he sweating? Did he not sleep last night.. what kinda of job does he have?!”
“He was too busy worrying about his impression on you two to sleep.”
this is Zen, probably:
she was sooooo stiff and cold
her hands were literal icicles that claimed to have fingers
“Greetings, I am Jaehee Kang, 26 years old, working at C&R International as the Chief Secretary.”
whoa whoa whoa what was that? it’s like she’s writing her CV
“Uh, yes, nice to meet you too”
MC’s parents are low key shook but also kinda like ????? okay so she’s a good person, check. a little strange but still formal so.. check. seems to have a legit career with good insight for her future, check.
after the dinner Jaehee was dead beat. She was speaking like a robot for the entire night and if that doesn’t tire you out well… you’re probably not human
Instruments/Instrumentalists from the eyes of a violist:
Flute: Wow that’s….that’s high up….wow…..
Piccolo: Oh dear……oh dear….I thought..I thought flute was high up…….
Oboe: That A440………👌👀👌👀👌👀👌👀👌👀 good shit go౦ԁ sHit👌 thats ✔ some good👌👌shit right👌👌there👌👌👌 right✔there ✔✔if i do ƽaү so my self 💯 i say so 💯 thats what im talking about right there right there (chorus: ʳᶦᵍʰᵗ ᵗʰᵉʳᵉ) mMMMMᎷМ💯 👌👌 👌НO0ОଠOOOOOОଠଠOoooᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒ👌 👌👌 👌 💯 👌 👀 👀 👀 👌👌Good shit
English horn: sounds like a hug from a mom… I love it
Clarinet: Are all clarinetists horny stoners or just the ones I know?
Bassoon: Sometimes your toot toots are on offbeats of my pluck plucks!! Sounds good, friends!!
Saxophones: Where r u hiding? Come play the Glazunov concerto there’s a viola solo… :’( I never see u guys but i know u must be somewhere
Trumpet: Ow! U guys are loud!! I need earplugs!!! Good job doin’ u tho, good job.
Horn: I don’t get why u sit behind the woodwinds when ur a brass? Sometimes I can’t tell if ur supposed to crack when u hit a high note or if it’s on accident.
Trombone: I admire your constant sliding. Shifts are tough.
Tuba: But a tuba is so big….so heavy…wh?y ? would u do that to urself?
Piano: how can all your fingers be so independent???? I don’t..get it?
Harp: The day I realized harpists play with their feet and their hands…that was the day I realized a harpist would always win in a fight no matter what. Harpists are the most badass of all instruments
Percussion: You do so much!! Do you wear a pedometer?? How many steps do you take during a symphony??? Wow!!!
Violin: Nicer to me than to each other, but only because I’m not their competition.
Second Violin: Oh man, u guys can work so hard adn get no recognition sorry…but also sometimes u guys don’t work as hard so make sure to be hard workers even tho u don’t get recognition…..I know that feel…
Viola: The only people who can tell viola jokes and not get punched. Care about each other and just want each other to succeed
Cello: Either amazing and the nicest people I ever met,,, or I want to push them off a cliff there’s no in between.
Bass: I would take a nap in my bass bag if I played bass.