#kitten son

((muffled scream from back of the car Snufkin’s driving))

Joxter: …Snufkin. What was that?

Snufkin: That? Oh, that’s…the Park Keeper. In the trunk.

Hodgkins: WHO?

Snufkin: My nemesis. He’s tied up in the trunk. I’m doing as you said, Dad! I plan to gut him like a fish and dump his carcass in a ravine for the vultures to feast on for wrongly imprisoning Moomintroll!

((Hodgkins glaring/judging Joxter with a shocked gaze from the backseat))

okay this is funny :D let me tell you a joke that one of my professors told (and which I have Adapted somewhat to make it more Relatable):

So, it was midterms week in the fac de droit! Courfeyrac had to study for a really big exam, but he hadn’t been to class for several weeks because he’d been off doing revolutionary stuff, so he didn’t know what was going on. So, he decided to ask his friends for help!First, he asked Enjolras to give him a study guide, and Enjolras did, but it was twenty pages long, so Courfeyrac didn’t like it too much. So next, he asked Marius, but Marius’s study guide was five pages, and that was still too much. So then he asked Bossuet, and Bossuet’s was better, one page, but Courfeyrac thought he could still do better, so he asked Bahorel. Bahorel gave him a study guide that was only one word.“Trust me, this explains it all,” he said.Courfeyrac took it, and went on his merry way to study for the exam (and then do some more revolutionary business). The day of the exam came, and everyone was writing away, but Courfeyrac realized he couldn’t remember the one word! He was in a panic! He sat there for awhile until his professor came and asked what he was doing. Seeing no other recourse, Courfeyrac told him about the one-word study guide. ”It’s one word,” he said. “And it explains everything we’ve done in the course thus far.”Well, the professor didn’t like this one bit, and he slammed his papers down on the desk, angry and red in the face. “Bullshit!” he yelled.Courfeyrac immediately grabbed his paper and pen to start writing. “Thank you, monsieur professeur! That’s it! That’s the word!”

Joxter: You see my beautiful angel son, Snufkin?

Snufkin: hey

Joxter:

my beautiful friend you got TREAT! for a while i kicked around a draft for part 2 of you never have to wonder, following the same story but from other povs. here's a little tidbit from courf's pov (exr and c/j):

The day before the wedding, he goes over to Jehan's place under the pretense of rehearsing his best man speech. Ever since Marius moved in with his fiancé and Courfeyrac started living with Combeferre instead, he's had more and more excuses to hang out at Jehan's-- med school keeps Ferre out of the house, and he hates a quiet apartment.

It doesn't take long to get on the subject of the new development with Enjolras. Insufferable gossips, all of them.

"R's staying at his place this weekend," Courfeyrac tells him from the sofa. "No one's sure how that happened."

Jehan's watering sunflowers in a hand-painted clay pot. A few sequins woven into his thin sweater sparkle in the light from the open window. Grantaire can call Courfeyrac a twink all he wants, but Jehan will always out-gay him. "Are they in love?" he asks, casual as anything.

Courfeyrac's too startled to play dumb. "How'd you know?"

He just smiles, small and secret. He taps his index finger against his temple and goes back to his sunflowers. If Courfeyrac had any of the poetic ability Jehan does he'd think something about that, like how the sunflowers tilt their faces toward him because he's like sunshine, a beautiful little sunbeam in his life, but the metaphor comes out clunky and maybe it's the law degree but his brain's never been beautiful the way Jehan's is, and fuck but he loves him, like, it's completely bananas how much he loves him, it really is.

"You're a crafty one, Prouvaire," he says. "Don't tell anyone. Enj is pretty...tortured about it."

Jehan turns and looks at him before he says, with great gravitas, "I wouldn't dream of it." As if he were, like, a regency heroine. God.

"Good."

"I don't know why he should feel so awful about it, though."

"It's complicated," Courfeyrac says. "Guess he's worried he'd...I dunno. Be bad at it."

He and his watering can have moved on to a spindly tomato plant. Without looking up, Jehan says, "He wouldn't be."

"You sound sure."

"I am." He smiles and it's a simple, beautiful thing. "He's full of love. Pass me the clippers, would you?"

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