Out of all of Les Amis, who do you think would be the most likely to randomly show up to a meeting with a baby goat?
See, this is a difficult question not because I think any of them wouldn’t but because I think they all definitely would.
Enjolras shows up in a temper because someone was abusing a baby goat and who does things like that and raging about the injustices of animal abuse while cuddling the baby.
Combeferre is goat-sitting and enthuses about the many and varied uses for goats and has his goat litter-trained and thus figures he may as well bring it out to get socialized.
Courfeyrac confiscated the kid because it was being held as evidence at the police station or something and it was bleating and really, Enjolras, what was he supposed to do, leave it there?
One of Feuilly’s neighbors had the goat but couldn’t take care of it anymore, so he took it in, and it’s still young enough to need frequent feeding, so he brings it to the meeting.
Jehan turns up with the goat following at his heels, announces he’s named it Eurydice because it followed him out of hell, and declines to explain further. When Combeferre points out it is a boy goat he only gets a withering look in response.
Joly and Bossuet turn up with a goat, Bossuet’s arm in a sling, and about six bags full of potential goat foods Joly wants to try. Both of them look very shifty. They all decide it is probably best not to ask.
Bahorel met this dude with a baller goat, and the dude was totally an asshole, so he punched him out and took the goat. The goat’s name is Rex. Like T. Rex, Enjolras, cool it, I’m not indoctrinating my goat into the monarchy.
Some model for one of Grantaire’s art classes came with a goat because they thought it would make for a good ~pastoral painting~ or something, and then left the goat there, so Grantaire shrugged and brought it with him. It’s named Bottle. Shut up, Courfeyrac, that’s a totally legit goat name.
Marius does not know why this goat is following him will someone please help him and stop giggling and taking pictures :(((((
But okay listen: 7 years ago today, MILLIONS. LITERALLY MILLIONS. of Potterheads from all over the world were sitting with their brand-new copies of the Deathly Hallows and taking their final journey with Harry. It’s amazing when you think of the sheer scope of it-that many people in a sense united by this one book, riding the same emotional roller coaster simultaneously.
“O how he loves you, darling boy. O how, like always, he invents the monsters underneath the bed to get you to sleep next to him, chest to chest or chest to back, the covers drawn around you in an act of faith against the night.”—Richard Siken, You Are Jeff para. 4 (via radicalfeministbitch)
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you’ve been playing guitar in the hall of the hotel since three in the morning and i came down to tell you to shut the fuck up au? c:
a CLASSIC (i presume you wanted stucky considering that’s what i’ve done the most of so far)
Bucky’s recently been discharged from the army, after losing his left arm: he was treated in a military hospital, and has made a full recovery with the help of an advanced prosthesis - but he doesn’t have anywhere to live, so while he gets his affairs in order and searches for an apartment, he’s living in a hotel
He doesn’t usually sleep well, at night, without the help of sleeping pills - but he doesn’t like to take them: they remind him too much of the drug-induced haze he woke up in when he originally woke up from the operation to remove what was left of his arm, after the roadside bomb. That’s not a pleasant memory or sensation, so he avoids them
He can get three or hour hours of sleep, usually, between the hours of 1 am and 5 am - but one night, at around half 2, he’s woken up by the sound of someone playing guitar down the hall. It’s surprising, obviously - he’s not expecting it - but when the playing continues for half an hour, he finally decides to go outside and tell the person to shut the fuck up
He heads out in his boxers and a robe, scowling and ready to yell at whoever it is - but when he sees the guy, his words die in his throat
He’s a specimen, pretty much: blonde, and muscular, with a handsome face and bright blue eyes. He’s leaning up against one of the walls, surrounded by a bunch of teenage girls, strumming away at an acoustic guitar. Bucky catches himself, picking his jaw up off the ground, and clearing his throat - the girls turn to look at him, their eyes lingering on his prosthesis in a way that makes his skin crawl
The guy sees him, and listens as he says, I’m trying to sleep, would you keep it down? civilly. The guy is quick to apologise: I’m so sorry, sir - i guess we’ll have to clear out - i’ll stop right away. He turns to the girls, and tells them they’d better get going, their parents are probably worried sick about them - he thanks them for coming to his gig earlier, and for their questions and requests, and says goodbye. As soon as they’re gone, he breathes a sigh of relief, and turns back to Bucky, who watches what’s happening with a curious expression. He apologises again, and says he didn’t mean to wake him - it’s just that those were some of his fans, and they caught him in the corridor, and they all wanted to hear a song (which turned into four), and he didn’t want to disappoint them
Bucky sighs, finally, and says it’s okay - just don’t do it again, okay? - and get some sleep, you look wiped (it’s true - the guy does look tired - but nowhere near as tired as Bucky does). He watches the guy go into his room, before returning to his own
Bucky goes back to bed, and actually manages to get to sleep (his regular sleeping pattern having been disrupted, and being more tired than usual).
He’s woken by a knock at his door: when he gets up and answers it, expecting it to be a member of hotel staff for some reason or other, it’s the guy from last night. He says he’s sorry if he woke Bucky up (again), but he wants to apologise for what happened last night. Bucky says it’s okay, he was having trouble sleeping anyway. The guy tells him he always likes a hot drink, before bed - he suggests a kind of tea he usually finds useful. Bucky’s sceptical, but thanks him anyway - the guy introduces himself at Steve Rogers, and tells Bucky his room number, for if you need anything, or something like that, he adds vaguely, sounding somewhat nervous. He leaves, then, and Bucky wonders if he was just being hit on, looking like death warmed up, by a guy as handsome as Steve Rogers
He remembers that the guy was a musician, and mentioned having a gig last night - he googles him, and finds that he’s actually been pretty successful, of late (Bucky’s been out of the loop for a while, now) - apparently he’s noted for being openly bisexual (and yes, according to the internet, he is single), which piques Bucky’s interest
He decides to try the tea Steve suggested, because it can’t hurt - that night, he relaxes more easily than usual, thinking about Steve as he drinks the tea (his eyes repeatedly are drawn to his hotel room door as he does so), rather than dwelling on his past. He falls asleep not long after that, resulting in a couple of hours more sleep than usual.
He goes to Steve’s door the next day (after making sure he isn’t just wearing his boxers and a robe, this time, and that his hair is at least half-way presentable) and thanks him for the tea - he’s sorry about being such a jerk to Steve, before, and offers to buy him coffee. Steve accepts (but insists that he was the real jerk - yeah, i guess you were, Bucky says, with a cheeky grin) and they go out later that day
Steve asks where Bucky’s from: he says he’s from right there, in New York City, but he’s fresh back from military service (he wiggles the fingers on his metal hand, drawing Steve’s attention to it, in case he hasn’t noticed it, and wants to back out of what Bucky’s tentatively thinking of as a date right now). Steve doesn’t look horrified like he imagines, though - he asks to touch it, and Bucky says to go ahead: he feels the joints, and the articulated fingers, and pretty soon he’s just outright holding Bucky’s hand (a weird sensation for Bucky, in terms of having a phantom limb)
Steve says he’s a musician; Bucky confesses to googling him last night, which Steve teases him about for a few minutes. Steve says that his producer told him to move to Manhattan from upstate New York, in order to do business more easily with the record label he’s been signed to - he doesn’t know the city that well
He’s clearly hoping Bucky will offer to show him around - Bucky’s happy to oblige, and they make another date (or three, as it turns out) to do a sight-seeing tour of the city. Bucky tells him which areas he’s been looking for an apartment in - but you probably want an area a little more fancy, don’t you, Rogers? he asks, with a raised eyebrow. Just somewhere where the showers don’t try and eat you alive would be nice, Steve comments, referring to the less-than-pristine showers in the hotel they’re both staying in. Bucky chuckles, and gives him that one.
They see the statue of liberty, and go up the Empire State; they take the Staten Island ferry, and Bucky takes Steve to Coney Island (the Cyclone almost makes Steve puke, much to Bucky’s amusement).
Steve says he’s always wanted to take dumb photobooth pictures there: Bucky rolls his eyes, but agrees. He’s not expecting Steve to pull him into his lap (and then laugh at the un-manly squeaking noise Bucky makes when he does so), but they get a pretty good set of photos out of it (including a couple where Bucky finally kisses Steve’s big dumb face to stop him laughing)
Bucky finds an apartment, finally, not long after that: having finally sorted out his financial situation, he moves out of the hotel, with Steve’s help (he doesn’t have many possessions, but getting them there on the subway isn’t fun)
He invites Steve around any time he likes - you could stay here free, for a few nights, if you wanted to Bucky suggests, cocking an eyebrow. Steve says he’d like that a lot; he proceedes to stay for a few weeks, instead (before finally finding his own place)
They’re spotted together, holding hands, and end up in the paper together - Bucky groans, not believing he’s in some gossip column - I was a soldier, dammit, I’m dangerous - i’m not some bimbo girlfriend! - Steve says to ignore it, before asking him: do you regret coming out and yelling at me like an old neighbour, now, Buck?
Bucky snorts, and says, of course I don’t, you little punk, before making a lewd comment about how Steve’s equally noisy in the night, now, but for completely different reasons, which makes Steve blush (when that happens, Bucky feels like he’s won)
It’s not a conventional ‘how did you meet’ story, but at least it’s funny to tell folks who ask
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Steve’s really into music: he goes to gigs every week, where he can manage it - cheap ones, for little-known acts, at his local venue. They’re never too crowded, and he gets to hear brand new stuff, which he really likes
One time he sees a kid he recognises from his neighbourhood: he writes his own songs, and sings and plays guitar, and he’s pretty damn good - much better than anything Steve’s seen for a while. He’s not that popular, but he’s got a sort of swagger that’s really attractive to Steve; a confidence, which makes him seem like he doesn’t care that there aren’t many people there, or that the acoustics are crappy, or that the whole place stinks of alcohol and sweat
After the gig, Steve’s waiting at the subway station nearby for a train, and he sees Bucky on the platform struggling with his guitar and amp. He goes to help him, offering to carry his amp, and gushing really embarrassingly about how much he loved his performance. He addresses him as James - all the flyers say James Barnes - but James says to call him Bucky, shaking his hand and grinning at him, clearly excited to meet someone who actually gives a shit about his music. He tells Steve that he’s gonna be playing again next week, and he should come again
Steve does: he goes to every gig, pretty much, turning up to clap and holler whenever he can. He gets into fights with people who loudly say they think Bucky’s music is no good, which Bucky himself has to break up - he doesn’t mind doing so, though. Steve’s cute, and he’s amazingly supportive, and he’s Bucky’s number one fan - so Bucky just shakes his head, calls him a punk, and they forget about it
They go for a drink after one of those fights, with Steve holding a soaked flannel given to him by the barman up to his bruised cheek. After a couple of drinks to give him courage, Steve kisses Bucky. He thinks he’s overstepped the line, when Bucky pauses, and asks if it’s just cause he’s drunk - but Steve says he isn’t, and he’s always found Bucky attractive, especially when he’s singing and playing guitar - there’s nothing more beautiful than that - so Bucky rolls his eyes, tells him to shut up, and kisses him back
Bucky gets scouted by a record company, and everything changes so damn fast: he gets a record deal, and he starts playing bigger and bigger gigs; Steve knows for sure that things are different, now, when he hears Bucky on the radio. He shoots to stardom so fast, and it’s confusing for both of them - Bucky hardly gets to see Steve, anymore. His ticket prices go up and up, until Steve can’t afford them; he plays further and further away, contractually obliged to play gigs on the other side of the country
But Bucky always remembers Steve: he sends him tickets, for when he can get away from work, and he writes to him, telling him that he misses him. They make the long-distance relationship work, even though Steve usually can’t come to Bucky’s gigs anymore, because of his work
Steve sees horrible rumours in the papers: rumours about Bucky doing drugs, and sleeping with various different women all the time, but Bucky insists it isn’t true. Steve writes strongly-worded letters to the journalists who put that crap out there, and tells them to quit trying to ruin Bucky’s life. Eventually, he unintentionally draws enough attention to himself that they catch on that he and Bucky are involved - it gets a little hard for him to leave the house and live a normal life, with all the media attention he suddenly gets. He finds himself bullied and scrutinised, as people wonder what Bucky sees in him, and he starts to wonder himself
But Bucky stands up for him, like always: when he invites Steve to come on tour with him yet again, Steve finally decides enough is enough, and quits his job to go with him on what turns out to be an amazing road trip, interspersed with getting to watch Bucky perform from backstage, and dedicate his love songs just to him; Bucky teases him about how often he tears up, hearing some of the lyrics, but Steve just punches him softly on the shoulder and calls him a jerk