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theshunnedbandersnatch:

“Yeah, yeah.
     Bloody extortionist.”

"Hang on    
    Who’s using who, here, mate?”

Send "Don't you remember?" for my muse's reaction to waking up in hospital with no memory of your muse, themselves or their life

theshunnedbandersnatch:

“Blind leadin’ the blind on that one.
     C’mon just do me the favor this time.”

"Right, but you’ll owe me. 
    I’m keeping a record, so you know.”

theshunnedbandersnatch:

brokencrownhart started following you

“Tell me y’ did the Herbology homework, mate.
     I’m desperate.”

“Herbology, yes. Potions, no.
     I propose a trade.”

Points Prompt #1: Hogwarts Letter

At first, he thought it was a joke. When an owl thumped into his bedroom window, he was sure it was some of his mates playing an elaborate prank. He didn’t even read the letter, just picked out a feeding rat from his snake tank to feed to the owl. It was more interesting to him than a sheet of paper, anyway. 

But then another letter came. 

And another. 

And another. 

Eventually, with a stack of old parchment letters stacked up on his desk and his dad whinging about all the bird shite on his car, Stephen sat down to tear one of them open. 

Mr. Stephen Hart
The Attic over the Garage
16 Emerson Way,
Cressington,
Liverpool

He read the message, but it didn’t convince him. It wasn’t until a week later, when a cat showed up on his doorstep that turned into a person, that he realized this was serious. They were serious. 

And that was how he found out about Hogwarts. 

Study Hall

subinteng:

Subin loved being a study hall proctor.  She loved the time it gave her to talk one-on-one with her students, and she always looked forward to it when it appeared on her schedule.  Walking down one row of students, she peered over a shoulder or two, asking here and there if she could offer any assistance when a student looked to be struggling.  Deep as she was in thought over one particularly tricky-looking herbology assignment, she managed to walk right into someone with a rather hard “thump.”

“Oh!  I’m sorry!” she called, scrambling to her feet to offer a hand. “I didn’t see you there.”

Stephen eyed her hand, but didn’t have a free one of his own to take it with. He had an old tome he’d nicked from the potions professor in one and a quill in the other for the notations he was supposed to be doing.

“No worries,” he said. “I’m easy to miss.” It was a joke. At six-one, he tended to stand out among his peers.

mcclxne:

   ”I’ll take your word, kid.”

                         Thankfully it’s just the pair of them in his class. The
                         rest of the students were far off. The door locked,
                         and a moment of privacy was valuable as it was
                         likely fleeting. Either way, he toys with his coffee
                         and flashes a smile at Stephen’s words.

                         Yeah, seeing the kid hexing a helpless book would be
                         fucking hilarious.

                         Call him sentimental for keeping the thick tome. Now
                         he laid his broken dreams out as a gift to Stephen.
                         Sentimental it seemed, even now when he shouldn’t
                         be. With a person he shouldn’t care for.

   ”Long time ago, yeah. Things changed.”

  “Things usually do." 

                Nobody ever ended up where they saw themselves
                when they were younger. The world didn’t work like
                that.

                But he’s curious. He doesn’t get many glimpses behind
                the curtain with Jack. He turns the book over in his hands
                and summons a smile.

   "I’m not gonna find any hearts scribbled in here,
    am I? Jack loves Lucinda or something like that?”

; I’ll see what I can do. *u*

ooc; You don’t have to do that. I love you already. <3

mcclxne:

   ”Yeah, can’t share the sentiment unfortunately.”

               Coal meant a family that was there. Not one that was
               broken then ripped apart. He only remembers the few
               years he had with his sister. Not the distraught mother
               or the absent father.

   ”It’s alright.”

               The last gift he’d gotten was a stupid toy truck when
               he was eight. The books he’d bought on his own.
               Nowadays he had this stupid kid in front of him and a
               half-delirious sister. At the mention of the gift though,
               Jack shrugs, sips at his coffee, and finds no need to
               stick to tradition.

   ”Open it now.”

   "Trust me   you weren’t missing anything.“

            The coal was never a gift; it was just there. Everywhere.
            All over the house, all over the town. The only thing that
            killed more people than black lung was liver failure.

   "If something jumps out at me, I might hex it.”

            It’s more of a joke than a warning as he sits down on
            Jack’s desk, legs folded under him as he starts to open
            his gift. His fingers touch the worn leather of the book
            cover, and his eyebrow arches when he sees the name
            inside.

   "This … was yours?“

ooc; Anybody know where I can find some HQ James Murray/Stephen Hart icons? Or if someone makes icons, I’d love you forever. 

arcsheadgeek:

            “ Didn’t she tell ya? Tried that
               last week. Apparently ‘m not
               t’ Rex’s taste. Prefers greens. ”

                               Though a coelurosauravus on
                                your chest certainly did wake
                                you up right quick.

        “ I wouldn’t test your luck. Abby's 
          determined. And she’s got a lot
          to choose from. ”

                    If a coelurosauravus was the worst
                    thing that ever crossed their paths,
                    Stephen wouldn’t travel with a 9mm
                    tucked in the waistband of his trousers.

mcclxne:

   ”Optimism isn’t a bad thing.”

                         As if he’s one to talk. Either way, he’s not looking
                         forward to covering up the fresh set of another
                         round of ‘talking’ with his family. It meant something
                         blowing up. It meant more scars to hide. Jack smiles
                         pleasantly around his coffee as he takes a seat across
                         from his student.

   ”Not exactly. Could be fruitcake.”

                         But it’s a thick tome of valuable information. A little
                         worn around the edges. He hopes Stephen will like
                         the countless pages of creatures. The annotations
                         though are the only thing he couldn’t spell off. Though
                         neither could he erase his name on the first page,
                         scribbled in youthful haste.

   ”Unless you prefer the coal.”

  “I’m from Liverpool; I’ve had plenty
   of coal in my life, thanks.”

               He takes the box and has to fight the childish urge to 
               shake it. Curiosity is a blessing and a curse.

  “I didn’t get you anything.”

               Not true. He’s found him a few things, left them sitting
               around Jack’s office for him to find. He’s never been 
               good at giving gifts, not even to Kadi. And he always 
               thought she enjoyed the puzzle of finding things.

  “Do I open it now, or do I wait?”

arcsheadgeek:

brokencrownhart.

                               A brisk walk with wide eyes
                               and not even so much as a
                                hello  as he passes.

            “ Heads up. Abby ‘s on
               the  r a m p a g e  t’day.”

        “Don’t let her hear you say that.
         She’ll cut you up and feed you
         to Rex.”

                  He was only taking the piss … mostly. 
                  But he would steer clear of Abby if he
                  could manage it.

mcclxne:

   ”Some would call that gullible.”

                         Their relationship should prove that. Yet for all of it,
                         here he was, poorly wrapped gift in his hands and
                         too late to give it when it counted most. Either way
                         it’s pushed across the table.

   ”Be good on holiday, kid.”

  “I’m secretly an optimist.”

                  Because sarcasm is easier than admitting he’s
                  just that desperate, and just that little bit was
                  enough honesty for the day. He takes the gift,
                  eyes it skeptically.

  “Or else Santa’ll give me a lump of coal?”

Question: You’ve been one of my favorite people of 2014. Send this to everyone who has had an impact however big or small on your life this year.
Answer:

ooc; I didn’t see this until now, but cheers!

amalgamrp-deactivated20190410:

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Question: "If I say I'll never leave would you believe me?"
Answer:

“I believe everybody that says that.” Shame how often he’s proven wrong. 

damnthecretaceous:

Hold on hold on… are some of you guys BACK?

ooc; I miss you guys. Come back. 

skatingthinandice:

Nick + Stephen + touching

When everything I was is lost

I have forgot but you have not

When I am lost, you have not lost me.

Question: "I’m not leaving you here!"
Answer:

                         The pain is something he’d expected when he’d shoved Stephen out of
                         the way. It’s agonizing the way the curse ripples through his body, causing
                         his limbs to seize up as he struggles against it. A sharp breath rattles free
                         as he slumps back against the wall. 

   ”You have to, kid—-“

                         Teeth grind and he casts a glance towards the wizard bearing down on
                         them. Jack can feel their magic twisting up his head, coaxing his body into
                         moving while he fights against the pull. The hooded stranger wants him to
                         kill Stephen, the thought at the back of his mind like an itch and his grip
                         tightens around his wand.

   ”You gotta run.”

allhailthemightyquattro:

Sorry mate, I’m doing this one.

Stephen Hart Appreciation Week - Day 2 - Favourite Scene:

STEPHEN!!! I hated how Helen tried to turn Stephen and Nick against each other in season 2, and this scene is proof that she never truly succeeded. 

ihartdinosaurraces:

Testing…Testing…Is this thing on? Where my Primeval homies at?

andthenwegrillit
chasing-dinos
lizardgirlabby
matt-andersons

Anybody else I forgot? 

allhailthemightyquattro:

Stephen Hart Appreciation Week - Day 3 - Favourite Episode:

The first episode of season 2 was not only a great episode, but it was the calm before the storm. Nick and Stephen’s friendship had taken a hit but it wasn’t broken. This was before Helen came back and fucked everything up.

amalgamrp-deactivated20190410:

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Question: "Are you crazy?"
Answer:

“Yep.”

Question: "Don’t worry. I’ll protect you."
Answer:

“You’re not funny, old man. Just    don’t you have a class to teach or something? I’m fine.” He’ll be even better once his palms stop sweating, and his heart crawls down out of his throat.