omg they say it's your birthday!! happy birthday to you gia!!! as hopefully you already know it's been such a joy to get to know you and be friends and develop the academically sound theory of inextricable links and just have a person to talk to who i know will never think my detailed thoughts about the minutae of some mike nesmith or peter tork performance are too weird or arcane... i can always trust you to have amazing insight into all things music and pop culture and i just love and admire the way you see the world!! i can't wait to travel back in time with you and introduce the monkees to avocado toast and i'm sure we'll have time to hit up a wings over america show while we're there :-) happy birthday <33
it’s my birthday too, yeah?!?!!?! hazel! my friend!!! this is such a lovely lovely message, thank you thank you!!! :’) i can’t wait to build our patented inextricable links time machine and make mike and peter friendly and see the beatles at shea stadium or something who knows !! i am always always glad to have become your friend and talk with you and share wings wednesdays with you and etc etc!!! much love <3
the way Carlye says something like “has it been hard for you over here?” Like she knows it’s fucking with Hawkeye in particular ways that other people aren’t going to know to check for is so..... like they really knew each other and were in love for a time and then it all fell apart
oooh yeah the way that they obviously care a lot about each other but just can’t make it work is so 🚬😑 also like Carlye is a nurse, which means she had to sign up to be there, and seeing her intensely pacifist ex in a warzone she must have known this this was affecting him in a different way than everyone else just from the virtue of knowing him before and like their whole “cheers to surviving” toast and how that can really be their only goal in this situation
I honestly can’t think of a perfect album, but some pretty damn close ones are abbey road and tapestry with an ep honorary mention to boygenius
6. from the album you feel is perfect, what three songs would you choose to eliminate if you absolutely had to?
okay from abbey road (based on vibes alone) because, mean mr. mustard, and polythene pam and from tapestry home again, where you lead, and smack water jack
9. name a musician who is no longer living who you wish you could see in concert
The first musician I could think of was Johnny Cash so that’s my final answer 👍
director's cut on worth waiting for? marghawk friendship supremacy my beloved
hazel <3 <3 <3 it would be my honor
this came about because of Women of MASH Week (thank u char!) ... i wanted to write something margaret-centric with a dash of houlifield, but more of a character study than a getting-together (although of course it ended up being both). marghawk friendship supremacy currently occupies every thought not occupied by beejhawk at this point (thanks in large part to your excellent work which i have been inhaling at an inadvisable pace) and i really wanted to give them a moment of true vulnerability with each other and see what happened. i definitely have a comfort level writing hawkeye (even though i’m always worried my jokes aren’t quick enough for him) but writing margaret like this was VERY intimidating for me... i hope i did her justice, although i don’t HEAR her when i read it back, the way that i hear bj and hawkeye. i think that means i need more practice (so maybe Watch This Space ???)
originally i was thinking this would be super quick, maybe less than 1k, but then i looked at the clock and it was 3am and i looked at my wordcount and it was over 2k... i intended to end it with the end of ch1 then realized someone COULD theoretically interpret that as them hooking up, which was SO not my intention at all, so the second night i wrote more -- i was a little hesitant about shifting from an in-depth conversation to include margaret’s memories and letters, but ultimately i’m so glad that i did. so there i was... looking at the clock and it was 3am and my wordcount was over 3k... and i had a marghawk friendship supremacy/houlifield fic. who knew i had that in me?
Can I request prompt 10 with A as Courfeyrac, B as Combeferre, and C as Jehan? : )
Angst to fluff Prompts: Courfeyrac justchallenged Combeferre to a duel for the honour of Jehan, who loves them both.
This onewas hard! I hope you like Harry Potter! Beauxbatons AU, 1.2k
The sunllight always seems to shine a little longer in the gardens of Chateau Beauxbatons, atleast it seems so to Jehan. At the moment they are basking in the lastafternoon sun, sprawled out on the warm flagstones of the fountain.
“You know,”a familiar voice speaks up a little way away. “I can’t look at that fountainanymore without getting flashbacks from nearly getting caught out of bed at onein the morning because you wanted to go swimming.”
Jehansmilingly opens their eyes and turns their head to see Courfeyrac andCombeferre approaching across the lawn. “But didn’t we have a lovely time,Courf?” they say dreamily.
“You doknow the magical properties of the water are just a myth, right?” Combeferresays in amusement.
“I couldn’tcare less,” Jehan replies, folding their hands underneath their head. “I justwanted to swim naked in a fountain.
They’rerewarded for that with a laugh from Combeferre and a delighted blush dustingover Courfeyrac’s cheeks. The two of them come to sit on the edge of thefountain as well and Jehan looks up at them.
“Where haveyou been all day?” they lament, despite having passed some absolutely wonderfulsun-drenched hours doing nothing. “You both just abandoned me.”
Courfeyrac makesa loud noise of protest, shaking his head so a ripple of metamorphmagus’ magicflows through it to make it curl up higher. “We were not abandoning you.”
“I wastutoring,” Combeferre says.
“And I actually had class,” Courf teases,giving a tug on one of Jehan’s ankles.
“Why won’tyou just let me be dramatic for a while?” Jehan complains good-naturedly. “There’sno need to be so reasonable. Uncalled for.”
“Now that is insulting,” Courfeyrac exclaims.
Combeferrelaughs but to Jehan’s surprised delight Courfeyrac suddenly rises to his feet,jumping up on the edge of the fountain with a flourish.
“You!” heraises his voice, breaking in harshly on the afternoon tranquillity. “Ichallenge you to a duel! Let us cross wands!”
“What?”Combeferre laughs, looking up at him.
“A duel!”Courfeyrac repeats. “To prove our deep, passionate, dramatic affection for this dear creature!”
Jehan sitsup with a delighted laugh, but Combeferre doesn’t look terribly impressed.
“Noduelling on school grounds outside of classes,” he says meaningfully. “Madame Maximewill have you cleaning the stables for weeks.“ He grins. “Unless, of course,you do it at midnight on the stargazing roof. That’s practically tradition bynow. Is that what you want?”
Courfeyraclooks just a little nervous now. Combeferre is an excellent charm caster.
“No,” Jehanlaughs. “Have a proper magic duel.Entertain me. Dazzle me!”
Combeferrelooks at them with puzzled curiosity, but Courfeyrac catches on immediately.
“Nowthere’s a thought!” he grins, jumping down. He starts swirling his wand in acircular motion, faint flickering flames starting to trail from the tip. “Bestdisplay of magic wins. Jehan’s choice. What do you say, Ferre?”
By way ofan answer, Combeferre takes out his wand as well. “I don’t think if this shouldbe called a ‘proper’ duel,” he says conversationally, shaking a flurry ofsparks from his wand. “This is more of a matched demonstration of skill.”
“Nodistracting Courf with sexy pedantry,” Jehan scolds, pulling their legs in across-legged position.
“Who’sdistracted?” Courfeyrac winks and a ring of bright fire spins away from hiswand, cartwheeling past Jehan and towards Combeferre.
He doesn’ttry to dispel it, merely stepping to the side and waving a cloud of blue sparkstowards it. The ring topples sideways and Jehan’s eyes widen in delight. Forjust a moment the ring looks like a flaming galaxy surrounded by fiery bluestars and then all the fireworks flicker out.
“Oh weshould have done this at night,” they sigh. “A tie!” they add insistently.“It’s a tie.”
“How dareyou,” Courfeyrac laughs and he raises his wand. “Avis!”
His wandspits out five little birds, that could have been sparrows if not for theirbrightly coloured feathers. Jehan squeals as they frolic through the air,making three rounds above their head before dissipating in a puff of downyfeathers.
“Your move,Ferre.” Courfeyrac looks smug, Jehan loves his expression when he’s triumphant,no matter what face he’s wearing.
“Is it?”Combeferre raises his wand up far higher than Courfeyrac did and at first Jehancan’t even see what the energy of his conjuration is forming. When they do see,they gasp. A large, glossy black raven comes soaring down, swooping around thethree of them in a wide circle.
Jehan holdsout their hand and the bird draws near to land on their wrist. As soon as theweight of the claws touches their skin it lets out a single croak and vanishes,making Jehan let out a mournful sound in response.
They lookup. “Coco, I adore you, but the raven— the raven wins.”
Combeferregrins. “Play to your audience, Courf,” he says casually, putting his wand away.
Courfeyrac’seyes glint. “Oh really? Jehan, come here. I have something to say that willchange your mind.”
Jehan is athis side in two seconds, fully expecting to get something whispered in theirear, but they weren’t prepared for the wand tapping against their messy bun ofhair.
“Colovaria.”
Jehan canfeel the magic rippling through their hair and in their peripheral vision, oneloose lock that’s tumbled down their face colours from auburn to pink.
“Oh!” theygasp, hastily loosening their hair. “Oh I can’t quite see!” They have alwaysenvied the tricks Courfeyrac can do with his hair.
“Ferre,”they plead, glancing up at him. “Can you do the thing with the water? So I cansee?”
“Emotionalmanipulation, Courf,” Combeferre says accusingly, but readily taking out hiswand again and pointing it at the pool-like basin of the fountain.
“Justplaying to my audience,” Courfeyrac singsongs, wrapping one arm tightly aroundJehan’s waist in a short hug.
“Hmhm,”Combeferre hums meaningfully and Jehan laughs admiringly at him as the ripplesin the water slow down under his wand until it’s a still, shining surface.Nearly a perfect mirror.
“You’re so good at that,” Jehan says, pullingaway from Courfeyrac to lean over the water and admire their hair. They breatheout a delighted sound. Their hair is all streaked with pink and purple. It’salready colouring back to red at the edges, but the colours almost seem to movethrough their hair when they shake it, just like Courf’s does. It clashesterribly with their own hair colour and doesn’t match the blue school uniformat all. It’s lovely.
“You both win,” Jehan declares, whirlingaround to face them. “Come here.”
They pressa kiss on Courfeyrac’s cheek, making his skin flush warm. “And you.” They jump upon the edge of the fountain to be tall enough to plant a kiss on Combeferre’sforehead. He smiles, and they both raise a hand to help jump them down again.
Jehan linkseach of their arms through one of theirs, shaking their head to see the coloursof their hair dancing past their face. They beam. “What an excellent duel.”
Next timethey must make sure Bahorel is around as well.
michael my cowboy friend michael who lives on my wall and makes everyone ask "...who is that?"
favourite song: DON'T CALL ON ME is the monkees answer. solo career answer is harmony constant :)
least favourite song: mm i don't know probably something off from a radio engine to the photon wing. don't have one i hate though!
favourite album: MAGNETIC. SOUTH. (honorary tantamount to treason answer bc conceptttt albummmm)
least favourite album: from a radio engine to the photon wing which isn't even that bad lmfao but keep in mind i still haven't listened to one of his christian science-y concept albums
song that got me into them: roll with the flow! SPECIFICALLY your cover of it last year hazel 😁 song covers that live in my head all day every day
seen live?: YES. his final show :(((((((((((((( almost been a year since then too
rate: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 obviously!!!!!
