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.”
When Taylor calls it’s really awesome because she’s full of so much wisdom. And I didn’t realize until I started becoming really close friends with her… that the way she speaks - she speaks so eloquently - it’s like when you’re talking to her it feels like you’re witnessing a song being created. I mean she speaks in such beautiful words the way she cleverly weaves them together to make a sentence. It makes things so clear for me. She gives me the best advice on my relationships, on my life, on my career. She’s just a really great person. […]
She inspires me to be a better person and when I get to that level, hopefully, one day, I will always think “WWTD” - What Would Taylor Do. I would love to be as nice and kind to every single person I meet as she is. When I see her always she is such a sweet person, she was raised very properly and I just think she’s a gem and I’m so grateful to call her my friend.
Todrick Hall, when asked what it’s like when Taylor calls, and on being her friend
Never did he ever think he would one day experience actual fear.Sure,he knew what it tasted like.He knew what it smelled like,what it sounded like but never did he think he would know what it felt like. Drawing in short but deep breaths,he slowly knelt down and reached out to shakily touch the tombstone in front of him.His long slender fingers slowly traced the black cursive writing etched into the hard gray granite stone,your name underneath his touch. ————————————————————— Rain on Rahoon falls softly,softly falling,where my dark lover lies. Sad is his voice that calls me,sadly calling at grey moonrise. ————————————————————— With his eyes burning intensely as he glanced over at the ceramic photo of you placed above your name,his fingertips trace over the letters again and again. “I..I don’t understand.Darling,why would you leave me?” he whimpered as he dropped down to his other knee.His fiery red hair fell flat on his skin as the rain began to fall down harder.The same quick way it began as mist and soon droplets of water,his sadness went from disbelief to inhumane agony. __________________________________________________ Love,hear thou how soft,how sad his voice is ever calling. Ever unanswered,and the dark rain falling then as now. __________________________________________________ Before he knew it,he was pushing the dead autumn leaves around the cold wet ground as if he was looking for something.”You can’t do this to me.You can’t leave me,my darling.Where are you? Give me a sign,any sign,to tell me you’re alright.” he cried out softly as he dug through the muddy earth,hoping that you’d somehow push through the dirt and reach out to him like you did 27 years ago every time you returned to him from your day out. __________________________________________________ Dark too our hearts,O love,shall lie and cold as his sad heart has lain. Under the moongrey nettles,the black mould And muttering rain. __________________________________________________ He soon gave up and accepted that you were gone.His human,his mate,his love,was gone and was never going to return back to him.You were now somewhere beyond the sky,in between the stars like you said you would be when the day came.As agonizing as this was for him,he knew he had to begin hunting soon and now that he didn’t have you to hold him back on slaughtering everyone he came into contact with,he was going to let every animalistic instinct take over and let everyone in Derry feel the same hell he was going through.
Okay I know everyone wanted to keep the song “Unstoppable” in the movie and believe me its a damn shame it was cut, but I think that the song ”More” NEEDED TO BE IN THE MOVIE BECAUSE HOLY SHIT IS IT HEARTBREAKING AND MAKES ME CRY LIKE A LITTLE BITCH!
- It explains that Moana was given her name by Grandma Tala meaning “Ocean” and not given by her dad that wanted her to stay away from it
- It hurts because she’s talking about the one person who truly supported her in everything Moana believed in
- I MEAN HER GRANDMA JUST DIED AND SHE KNOWS SHE MUST COMPLETE HER CALLING MOANA IS STRONG AF
- Just the evolution of the song is amazing it goes from Moana recognizing all that her grandmother has taught her and how she wished she could stay and guide her
- Then it becomes extremely powerful as she is determined to lead her people as a true chief and fufill her duty to the sea and her tribe
- Marcy Harriel does a beautiful rendition of the song I mean the way her voice breaks makes you bawl and how strong she belts out just makes you shook
-BUT IMAGINE IF AULI’I CRAVALHO SANG IT ABSOLUTE PERFECTION!!
- I’ve memorized the entire lyrics and it’s in the soundtrack and movie to me because I don’t give a fuck it didn’t deserved to be cut