I just rewatched Fantastic Beasts and made a list of notable points on Newt and his character. I haven’t been reading any Newt fics recently but what i used to see and also in my own writings was that people made him stutter and get nervous but he’s not really like that. Here you go!
-soft spoken (in general he talks quietly)
-babbles (often about his creatures)
-generally unfazed by things (if anything happens he generally responds with don’t worry about it)
-a voice of reason (again tends to explain things out and came up with a plan)
-takes charge without being a bossy pants (thanks @dontcallmenymphadorabitch )
-can stand up for himself and others
-speaks up about stuff if he doesn’t agree
-stern when necessary
-good at magic
Amy Poehler was new to SNL and we were all crowded into the seventeenth-floor writers’ room, waiting for the Wednesday night read-through to start. […] Amy was in the middle of some such nonsense with Seth Meyers across the table, and she did something vulgar as a joke. I can’t remember what it was exactly, except it was dirty and loud and “unladylike”.
Jimmy Fallon […] turned to her and in a faux-squeamish voice said, “Stop that! It’s not cute! I don’t like it." Amy dropped what she was doing, went black in the eyes for a second, and wheeled around on him. "I don’t fucking care if you like it.” Jimmy was visibly startled. Amy went right back to enjoying her ridiculous bit.
With that exchange, a cosmic shift took place. Amy made it clear that she wasn’t there to be cute. She wasn’t there to play wives and girlfriends in the boys’ scenes. She was there to do what she wanted to do and she did not fucking care if you like it.
@graciekeeper99I had the idea of Astrid being told by someone that it was her fault that Stoick died and Valkas home was destroyed and she starts freaking out and avoiding Hiccup who doesnt blame her at all even after she tells him. Please and thank you
(Another part of my “writing when I really should be studying” saga)
Astrid lifted her hand,
shielding her eyes from the sun that reflected in the ice still covering a good
part of Berk. Two weeks after Drago Bludvist’s attack, a lot had yet to be
done. It would take Berk a long time to fix what he and his Bewilderbeast had
destroyed. And she didn’t mean only the village.
A/N: Hey Anon hope you enjoy it! Don’t forget requests are open guys :)
Word Count: 623
Request: Tyler Seguin where he’s teasing you about something in a flirty way?
You tried to hold back your tears, you really did but once the movie got a little sad you were in tears.
“Babe, are you crying?” Tyler laughed from behind you. You had managed to convince him to spend his rainy day off watching movies with you. It was really relaxing and nice to just spend some down time with Tyler in the middle of the season but he had a knack for laughing at the fact that you were very sensitive. “I’m not crying; I just have something in my eye,” you said as you wiped away tears. You could feel Tyler’s body shaking behind you as he tried to hold back his laugh. He was sitting in the corner of the sectional in your living room with his legs stretched out. You were sitting between his legs with your back resting on his chest. Cash was resting at your feet while Marshal with laying on the other section of the couch.
“Baby you are one of the most sensitive people I have ever met,” he said as he kissed the top of your head. It was true, you were particularly sensitive and cried at some point during most movies. You couldn’t help that your heart went out to the characters in difficult situations.
“It’s not my fault I have a big heart and you have a small one” you pouted.
“I don’t need a heart, you have enough for the both of us” he answered quickly.
"And apparently you got to take all the humor to replace your heart,” you said sarcastically.
“Yeah and you have all the beauty,” he said sincerely.
“So smooth Mr. Seguin” you smiled and turned to kiss him.
“That’s my middle name, Tyler Smooth Seguin” he answered while wiggling his eyebrows. You laughed and tried to get up but Tyler’s strong arms wrapped around your waist and kept you glued to him. “Where do you think you’re going my little crybaby?” he said as he buried his head in your hair.
“To get a snack and change the movie, since you laughed at me I’m forcing you to watch The Notebook. I’d like to see you get through that movie without shedding a tear” you said, finally getting Tyler to release you. You went over to the kitchen a pulled a couple snacks out of the pantry. When you got back to the living room Tyler was playing around on the floor with Cash.
“I think we need a movie break,” he said as he played fight with Cash.
“Oh no mister you’re not getting out of this one,” you said putting the snacks on the coffee table. You grabbed a bottle of water and some popcorn and crawled onto the couch.
Tyler laughed as he came to join you. You were stretched out with your legs resting on Tyler’s, his hands resting on your thighs.
“No funny business, you’re watching this movie,” you said as you eyed him. He had a childish grin on his face and put his hands up in mock surrender.
“Alright, fine miss bossy pants. I’m promising you that I won’t cry, you’ll probably cry but I’m a big tough hockey player” he said with a big smile. It took about 1 hour and twenty minutes plus Ryan Gosling have a freak-out to get Tyler’s sensitive side out. You watched his face closely as a particularly sad scene played on the screen and you saw one lonely tear escape Tyler’s eye and roll down his cheek.
“Looks like you have a little more heart than you thought you did,” you said softly as you leaned forward to wiped the tear away.
“Yeah well whatever heart I do have just know it’s all for you”
————————————————————————————— Pairing: Bucky x Reader, Steve x Reader (platonic) Request: Hi! Could you do an imagine where the reader has
to share a bed with Steve and Bucky on a mission for whatever reason? :)
Warnings: None Notes: Part 1.Thank you all for your requests before, i’m getting through them as fast as i can :) Part 3 coming soon! —————————————————————————————
“Right well, we have no food and no clean
clothes.” You muttered as you searched through the cabins cupboards “Can either
of you hunt by any chance?” You asked with a hopeful look on your face. “I
can.” Bucky mumbled from the doorway. “Do you think you could find us something
to eat James?” You asked placing a hand on your stomach. Nodding he strode out
of the door and into the forest. Sighing you sat down on the bare wood floor
and pulled your knees up to your chest. “Y/N? Can I ask you something?” Steve
asked sitting down next to you. “Sure Steve, what’s up?” You mumbled placing
your head on his shoulder. “Why do you always call Bucky, James?” He whispered
wrapping his arm around you. “Oh” You muttered, “I guess I never really thought
about it, I can stop if he doesn’t want me calling him that.” You whispered.
“No no, It’s just that you’re the only one he lets get away with it, I mean
people used to all the time when we were younger and he always had something to
say about it, I just don’t get it is all.” He said placing a kiss on the top of
your head. “Well okay then.” You smiled and pushed yourself up from the floor.
‘Do you think you could start a fire Steve?” You asked rubbing your hands up
and down your arms. “Geez can you do anything yourself?” He chuckled with a wink.
Jabbing him in the side you leant against the kitchen side. “Oh yeah, I found
this.” Cap said throwing a large t-shirt at you “It’s a bit big but better than
your ripped suit.” Giving you a small smile. “Thanks.” You mumbled heading to
the bathroom to change.
As you unzipped the cat suit and pushed it
down your shoulders you felt a presence behind you. “Oh shit sorry Y/N.” Bucky
gushed spinning around with his arms covering his eyes. “It’s okay James.” You
blushed as you pulled the shirt of your head and stripped the rest of your
uniform. “You can turn around now.” You said placing a hand on his shoulder. As
he turned your hand remained on his shoulder and his human hand landed on your
hip. Looking up at his face you saw a small upturn in is lips. “I like when you
call me James” He whispered leaning his forehead on yours. Swallowing you got
lost in his blue eyes that sparkled under the cabin lights. “Guys, I need help
with the food.” You heard Steve call out. Snapping out of your daze you placed
a hand on Bucky’s chest, leant up and kissed him on the cheek before heading
into the main room. “What do you need help with now old man?” You said with a
wink towards Steve, “Ha ha, very funny kid, Buck couldn’t find anything out
there but I found a can of bean’s at the back of this cupboard.” He said
holding up the can “But no can opener.” He sighed in defeat. “Weakling.” Bucky
joked as he grabbed the tin and jimmied the lid of. “See not that hard ey Punk,”
He said with a smirk. “Shut up Jerk.” Steve smiled back. It was nice seeing the
boys like this; you never really got to see this side of Bucky. “Boys stop
bickering and cook.” You joked pointing at the stove. “Wow look at little miss
bossy pants over here!” Bucky smirked wrapping an arm around your shoulders.
“Yeah Y/N, you need to respect your elders.” Steve winked. Sighing you grabbed
the beans from Bucky’s hand and poured them in a pan to cook. “See not hard.”
You giggled as you flopped down on the bed. “So boys, who’s sleeping where?”
You asked with a quirked eyebrow.
Hours later you’d all eaten and joked
around the fire. Yawning, you stretched your arms out and stood up. “Goodnight
boys.” You said kissing Bucky on the temple and ruffling Steve’s hair. Retiring
to the bed, you wrapped yourself in the blankets and closed your eyes. “So James”
Steve chuckled “You and Y/N?” He said wiggling his eyebrows. “Shut up Punk, I
like her, she’s nice.” Bucky replied running his hands down his face. “Then you
need to tell her, Y/N doesn’t like being messed around.” Steve said clapping
Bucky on the shoulder. “But what if she doesn’t feel the same, I feel like I
only just got her in my life, I can’t lose her already.” He replied sighing. “That’s
just a risk your gonna have to take.” Steve smiled “Anyway we should be heading
to bed, we’re gonna have to work out a way to get home tomorrow.” Steve sighed
and pulled Bucky up. “Yeah your right.” Bucky gulped. You felt the bed dip and
smelt the distinguishing smell that was Bucky. You could feel how stiff he felt
lying next to you. The bed then dipped on the other side of you as Steve got
in. “Well this is awkward.” He whispered, earning a chuckle from Bucky.
It’s been a helluva week and I’ve pretty much been missing from any social media. But the boss lady isn’t in until noon today (Poor thing has worked 3 days in a row, she must be exhausted) so I’m taking advantage and catching up, at least with Tumblr.
I’ve not been able to bring myself to look at my daughter’s empty room yet. Her Dad was up there cleaning it out. Apparently she hasn’t cleaned since she was three. I told her we’re painting and such, but it will always be her room so she best bring her butt home often. She said “C’ya at Thanksgiving!”
Sixx is extremely happy that “Miss Bossy Pants” is gone but Fabio is missing her. She was his go-to person if and when he had issues at night. I’m OK until someone asks how I’m doing … then the tears flow.
They did not change Fabio’s special ed teacher so he is stuck again this year with a woman who doesn’t want to teach. So much fun. If I were independently wealthy I’d stay home and teach him myself. Unfortunately, i’m not. So here’s to another wasted school year during which he will learn nothing and the teachers will pass out 60s just so he advanced to the next grade. We’re going to give the new prinicpal a chance, he says he knows IEPs, but if things don’t change we’re thinking of looking into an IEP Lawyer. That’ll be fun.
In other plans, back to school next week. Mornings will now be for me. Walking until I can run again. Evenings for my son, helping with classwork and homework. And weekends, well his little world is going to be opening up. We’re going to gently push him from his comfort zone and get him out and about with us. No more solitary hours on the computer and/or iPad.
Chapter 2, my friends, takes place in 5x21, after the team brings in Chase to ARGUS and go out to celebrate and is, by far, the fluffiest chapter I’ve written so far. The chapter has plenty of drunken team fun, but the peek bellow is a taste of our two heroes interaction.
April hummed as she straightened the pillows on the couch. All that was left on her mental to do list was to make some lemonade and set out some snacks on the kitchen counter.
“Got plans?” her roommate, Reed, asked. Reed was a sophomore just like her. They’d been paired with two other pre-med students in their four bedroom campus apartment. Out of her three roommates, Reed was the one she was the closest with. They’d clicked last year at freshman orientation and had been good friends ever since.
“Not really,” April replied as she made her way to the tiny kitchen the four girls shared. Taking out the fruit salad she’d made earlier that day, she said, “Jackson’s just coming over to study for the Organic Chem test we have later this week.”
Reed nodded. “So your boyfriend’s coming over. Got it. I’ll get out of your guys’s hair.”
April picked up a grape from the bowl and threw it at her friend. “Shut up! He’s not my boyfriend and you know it.”
“But you want him to be.”
“I do not! We’re just close because we’ve been friends for so long. Since Kindergarten. That’s a long time. It’s kind of like we’re brother and sister.”
Reed snorted. “You don’t look at him like he’s your brother. You look at him like he’s a pint of Ben and Jerry’s. Like you could gobble him up in one sitting.”