Request: I was listening to Can’t Help Falling In Love by Elvis himself and I couldn’t help but think about Newt while listening to it idk its such a Newt song and then i thought of you and well, it sounds like a possible fic idea ;) ;) I know you have so many requests but i just wanted to put this out there, also to tell you that these kinds of songs remind me of Newt and then you and your amazing stories. Anyway, have a good day!
Newt’s quill scratches against the parchment and he mumbles words under his breath, reading over his manuscript. Thunder outside rumbles, raindrops thump against the glass panes, and you plod over to Newt, dropping into the open spot next to him. He hardly notices as your forearm brushes his lightly, or the way you hum softly before tapping the back of his hand.
“Yes?” He mumbles, eyes still scanning over his messy handwriting.
“Can I ask you something?”
“Yes?” The word is distracted, his attention only half on you. This manuscript is important. He’s almost finished editing his chapter on bowtruckles and other leafy beasts; best friend or not, he doesn’t want to pause his work until he gets through the last page of it.
“Why do mooncalves only emerge during full moons?”
He doesn’t look up from the parchment. “They have an affinity for it.”
“But why?” You question, resting your chin in one hand as you play with the leaf of a potted plant sitting on the table.
Newt glances up at you, wary. “You really want to know?”
You nod, lips puckered in confusion as the leaf turns a shade of blue.
His heart twists, chest warming as he sets down his quill, and Newt shifts, uncomfortable with the sudden change of his heart’s rhythm. “It’s only a theory right now.”
You meet his eyes and smile. “That’s all right. I’d still like to hear what you think.”
Newt tries to ignore the feeling in his chest. “Could it wait a couple of minutes? I’ve almost finished here.”
“I’ll wait.” You say it with another smile, reaching out to squeeze his arm gently.
Though he was unaware of it, Newt has been on the precipice of falling for quite some time. Only a lack of free time had prevented him from considering this, considering asking you on a date. It would really only take a gesture, a small nudge, to knock him off that cliff, to convince him to ask you out.
Your soft squeeze of his arm is that nudge.
He lifts his quill again, throat dry, fully prepared to edit more, but Newt can’t tear his eyes away from the gentle slope of your nose or the way you narrow your eyes at the color-changing leaf.
Three pages of the chapter still need to be edited, but Newt flips the notebook shut, taking a deep breath, praying the strange feeling will disappear after a good night’s rest. “The moon’s a signal to them.”
Okay. Do you guys see this art??? My friend @appolloed made it for me, (yeah, for me!) for my birthday yesterday. I’m in awe of how incredible it is!!! Their art style is so unique and I’m honored that they made me something so great. I printed them out and now these two are hanging on my wall :)
But seriously, they are so good at art it’s not even fair. They totally turned my birthday around with these two dorks and it makes me so happy to think about.
i love MY MOM and i can’t really say that enough and it’s so strange this loyalty and love i have for her especially because i disagree with her almost completely politically but she approaches my ideas with such a softness and understanding and her ability to feel comfortable with me having my own ideas despite them being separate from hers is despite it all something i really appreciate like. i think there’s only really been one time where i’ve felt patronized by her and a couple days later she came into my room with tears in her eyes and hugged me and said she was sorry for speaking to me like that and she does that a lot? just comes in and apologizes for some perceived wrong she’s done … there’s just this obvious vulnerability and insecurity she has and i guess that’s why she’s always been understanding with me whenever i speak on my own insecurities. i’m probably being easy on her on some things but i guess it’s difficult to hold things against her when she’s so supportive of my interests and my ideas anyways.. I love my mom and that’s all i wanted to say.
I was flooded with love. I should absolutely not let a handful of mean people bring me down so low, especially with so many beautiful, supportive people holding me up. I’m working on not being so dumb about stuff and not letting the sadness consume me. Thank you for being patient and understanding.
was apparently two days ago and I’m literally the worst at stuff like this because remembering names is hard but I seriously feel the need to do a post because the amount of appreciation that I have for you guys is seriously insurmountable. I kind of just randomly stumbled into this fandom because a few months ago I did a post like ‘should I watch Hannibal? I’m bored and it’s on my Amazon Prime’ and basically everyone that replied said ‘YES’
So then I did, and here I am.
But I wanted to seriously thank all of you that have been so kind and supportive since the very beginning when I came here, from writing to sharing your favorite parts of the show to drawing and posting edits/gifs and even just reblogging and messaging out of the blue to chat. Seriously, this fandom is so much fun and so amazing!