If you’re waiting for Guillermo del Toro’s upcoming movie ‘The Shape of Water’, then you should probably read the graphic novel ‘Dear Creature’ by Jonathan Case.
It’s pretty much the same concept as ‘The Shape of Water’- a fish man and a human girl fall in love, but it looks to be told more from the fish man’s perspective as he attempts to become a normal member of human society. It looks to be a pretty cool, funny read with elements of 50′s pulp horror and sci-fi,in the vein of ‘Creature from the Black Lagoon’ and other monster movies. If that interests you, then you should definitely check it out.
Kind of really missing when the pagan/fantasy community of Tumblr was BUZZING. We’re all out living our lives now & living the truths that we were writing about online ages ago, but I’m feeling really nostalgic (╥﹏╥) Change & transition & growth is obviously okay, but I’m reminiscing. I’m not even here very much these days, myself, but… meh.
Missing all the other (what may as well be) old hags of the tumblrsphere ♡
Newt Scamander’s Love Letters to You. (NewtXReader)
In other words, a longing Newt makes me weak in the knees. I can not even imagine saying goodbye to him while he goes off on his travels. I’d probably hide myself in the pocket of his trench coat. Oh, to be as small as Pickett.
This is my gift for 130 Followers! I love you all SO much! <3
Newt sat on the ledge of your apartment window, observing the rain as it fell to the earth. He pulled his knees to his chest and sighed. As much as he loved his travels, it was proving difficult for him to leave you behind.
“Darling? Do you have enough socks and underwear?”
Newt examined his case. He had packing down to a science. He always took the same items and it was usually far more than he needed. “Yes love, I think I have everything. There are always some extra in the shed lurking about.”
“You have random socks and underwear in your shed? When were they last laundered?”
Newt chuckled quietly. The smile on his lips did not reach his eyes.
You sighed, sitting across from him on the window ledge. “Are you alright, Newt?”
He continued to gaze outside, avoiding eye contact. “I’m just thinking about how much I wish you could come too.”
You reached out and rubbed his hands that were clasped around the bottom of his leg. “I wish I could too. However, three weeks isn’t so terrible.”
Newt shrugged his shoulders as his sea green eyes reluctantly met yours, “Sorry love, I know.”
Your fingers fiddled with the hem of his pants. “Newt?”
“I love you… so much.”
Your words melted his heavy heart. He realized that these final moments were precious and he needed to savor them.
Newt pulled you between his legs, “I love you, too. It’s going to be alright.”
“I know.” You whispered, placing a tender kiss to his lips before he pulled you into his chest.
Newt left before the sunrise.
You felt your heart yearning for him desperately and questioned if you really could make it three weeks without seeing his smile.
Placed on the window ledge, where you had shared such an intimate moment the night before, was a stack of letters addressed to you.