#musiicteach

[shackleborn-arc-blog]

 “can you play it again? it sounds sweet.”

                            // @musiicteach

[hedrifted]

"bitch, throw one more snowball at me."

❝  dude ,  you  started  it .   you  think  i’m  gonna  go  down  that  easy ?   ❞  

[briefcased]

@musiicteach​ || u didn’t ask for this but we were talking abt it so w/e 

waiting had never been his strong suit ----- how his mother used to chastise him & his jiggly leg syndrome !! it’s happening now as he sits on his ( former ? ) lover’s front step, the house behind him dark. STRANGE. matt usually didn’t go out at night. but a lot can change when you’re gone for ten months...

he checks his watch for the tenth time in as many minutes, & gives a sigh, his breath steaming in the air before him. there’s a light layer of snow on the ground, a contrast from the tan he’s gotten ( he’d just got back from a stint in egypt studying the sphinxes). newt would have visited matt sooner, but he’d been hesitating about it for a good three months. suppose matt hadn’t wanted to see him ? he hadn’t called; their only form of contact was a breezy postcard from newt every few weeks. he’s just NOT GOOD with words, both saying them & writing them down. 

but enough was enough, he’d decided. he’d show up for christmas. maybe new year’s, if things went well. just to see how matt was doing... to catch up. to see if he’d changed; if they’d changed. 

he pulls out of his reverie when car lights swing into the driveway, and newt shifts uncomfortably on top of his suitcase, suddenly wishing that he hadn’t come at all. 

[briefcased]

@musiicteach​ !! 

❝  —– don’t tell anyone, alright ?? ❞ newt isn’t sure the muggle would; who would believe him, anyway? they’re inside his SUITCASE, which has a ( physically impossible ) world of its own when it comes to caring for the otherworldly creatures within. for the most part, they’re QUIET, save for the occasionally pixie trying to wrest its way out of the case. but newt’s didn’t bring matt in here to show him those unruly ones.

tentatively, he extends his hand towards a pot that was currently sprouting a small beanstalk; slowly but surely, green tendrils reach out and latch onto his wrist, and a grass-like creature crawls onto his arm, slender and graceful. a grin lights up the researcher’s face, as it always does whenever contact with a creature is made. 

❝ i found this in my mandrake pot a few weeks ago. she seems to have grown quite FOND of me. what shall i call her ? ❞

[notstpd-a-blog]

musiicteach replied to your post:✍ :Offer 3-5 tips on how to get other role players...

it’s a trap, if you message u only get pain

dont tell them that, now i’ll never have friends :((((((((((