fantastic finds

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“I have visited lairs, burrows and nests across five continents, observed the curious habits of magical beasts in a hundred countries, witnessed their powers, gained their trust and, on occasion, beaten them off with my travelling kettle.”
— Newton Scamander

Finally reading the screenplay, while enjoying a homemade mocha latte with my favorite new mug.

All of this casual xenophobia towards America really needs to stop. Since the trailers for Fantastic Beasts came out I’ve seen SO many anti-American confessions. If it were Americans saying this about any other country everyone would be angry about it. It was Jo’s decision to set Fantastic Beasts in America and if it bothers you that much then blame her, stop blaming Americans for it. And it really shouldn’t bother you to be honest.

As Bad As the Niffler- Newt Scamander x Reader

A/N: Hey everyone! I’m back to writing again, and I’m sorry this is so short. I’m still working on requests and other imagines, but I wanted to put something up since it’s been a bit and honestly, I really missed writing. I love you all and thank you for all the amazing support :)

No warnings, Pure fluff

The frozen air from outside of your shared flat struck Newt as he climbed back up the ladder and out of his case. He cautiously stood back onto the wooden floorboards before clasping his beloved creatures’ home shut. He paused to crack his back and to unstiffen his joints, only to be greeted with the chilling air once more. A shiver rolled down his spine, and he began to walk towards the closet. Carefully, he sifted through his shirts, waistcoats, and a few of your own articles as well, and he stepped back baffled with a hand rustling through his hair.

He could have sworn his gray sweater had been hung after the last wash he finished, and he could have sworn that he hadn’t gone and left it anywhere. Rising out of his thoughts once more, he filtered through his clothes again, only to be met with the same disappointment. Newt rubbed the goosebumps on his arms as his hair started to stand on end from the frigid atmosphere. All he wanted was something a little warmer to wear as opposed to his regular button down, and his coat wouldn’t be as comfortable as the desired sweater. With a sigh, he exited the room and ambled down the wooden staircase to where he could hear you humming along to a soothing record.

When he reached the bottom of the stairs, he called your name out knowing you were in the room somewhere, “Y/n? Love, this is probably a strange question, but have you by chance seen my gray sweat-,”

Newt strode towards the kitchen, while talking to the floor, but when his eyes finally landed on you, he stopped as his breath was stolen right out of his lungs.

You were seated at the wooden table, the newspaper sprawled out and a blue mug perched in your gentle hands. Your hair wisped around your face as parts of it had slipped from the tied bun atop your head. With lips sipping on the contents of the mug, you peered up to glance at your boyfriend as his own eyes slipped down to the gray sweater you were wearing, which just so happened to be the same size and texture as the one he was looking for.

Newt smiled to himself in awe, as he had never seen anyone more beautiful. The sweater was obviously too large for your frame, as Newt was a giant compared to you, but that made you even more adorable. The way your eyes lit up in surprise at his unfinished question entranced him, and he let out a small laugh at your shocked state. His lips curled into a beaming grin as watched you set the mug back down softly upon the surface.

“I was um….borrowing it?” you phrased, as your intended statement came out as more of a confused question directed towards yourself. This earned you another laugh from Newt, as he began to cross his arms and lean against the door frame with a sweet smirk etched on his face.

“I’m sure you were darling,” he chuckled, “Why I’d say you’re as bad as the Niffler with this thievery.”

You gasped loudly and playfully before dramatically pressing a hand to your chest, “How dare you relate me to such a crime.”

You mocked being offended and Newt stepped towards you, grin still playfully on his face. He pressed a soft kiss to your cheek and you felt his short stubble gently tickle your face as well. Distracted by the kiss, you didn’t notice Newt start to wrap his arms around you and scoop you up off the chair you were sitting in. Still off guard, Newt took this as an advantage to pepper you with more kisses, bringing you both into euphoria. You wrapped your sweater-paw hands around him, giggling harder than before.

“Hmm I should be annoyed at you for stealing it, but I’ll let it slide since you’re just so adorably radiant in my clothes,” he murmured with his forehead pressed against your own.

He wasn’t lying, he thought you looked astounding, and you were extremely cozy and warm to the touch now, a feeling he was well aware of when he embraced you. Newt lovingly stared into your eyes before capturing your lips with his. Your eyes fluttered closed as you melted into the kiss and felt the butterflied in your stomach, as even after all this time with the man you loved, you still managed to feel as you did on your first date. His hand brushed a few strands of hair from your face, but he was careful not to let you slip onto the floor. He deepened the kiss more, allow the passion you two had towards one another to blossom like a tulip in spring. His earthy scent from hours working in the case before surrounded you, enveloping you two in your own private world of love and affection. Once the kiss broke, you kissed the top of his nose enchantingly, soft as a whisper in the summer breeze.

You looked into his breathtaking pelagic eyes as sorrow swirled in your own.

“I’m sorry Newt, I really am. I shouldn’t have taken it without you knowing. Here I can give it back,” you said while tugging on the sleeved a little more.

Newt cut of your actions with another peck to your rosy lips.

“Don’t worry about it darling. You can even keep it, it looks better on you anyways. But, on one minor condition though,” he proposed.

You responded with a quick kiss to his cheek as your chest rested against his, “And what’s that dear?”

“You come back upstairs to cuddle with me. You’re unusually cuddly and soft right now, and I could use someone to help warm me back up.”

You happily nodded, “Of course Newt. I wouldn’t be able to say no anyways, I love you too much.”


“And I love you by sweater-stealing darling.”

Newt’s grin grew as you then laid your head onto his chest, arms consumed by oversized sleeves still around his neck. He shifted his hold on you and carried you back upstairs to your bedroom so the two of you could enjoy one another’s warm comfort while the chilly air swiftly swirled around in the world outside.

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loon-whisperer  asked:

I've been seeing a lot of Newtina proposal headcanons recently, so I'm wondering... What were proposals like in the 20s? Was it a big deal, involving a ring and getting down on one knee and a special setting? Or would it be more of a casual conversation? Also, what was dating like? Did people date? Or did they court instead? Or something in between?

Okie dokie, so this gets complicated.  To keep it from completely running away from me, I’ll focus on Western Europe and white America; these are the cultures I know best.  Other cultures may have certain similarities or differences, but I don’t know them well enough to comment.

Let’s start with how people started to pair off.  First of all, the general concept of “dating”–doing fun activities in public with a member of the opposite sex–is something lower classes have been doing for pretty much forever.  After all, if you don’t have much in the way of material goods, the biggest consideration in picking a partner is how well you work together, and the Western way to address that is via dating.  After WWI, the concept of dating started to slowly trickle up the social scale.  A young woman in the 1920s (keeping in mind that “young” stopped at about twenty-three then) might go on dates with dozens of guys before she settled down, and it would be perfectly acceptable…but that kind of dating was not much more than having a partner to do something in public with.  Maybe handholding, but kissing was the most a smart girl would do under those circumstances.

People did still do what we think of as “courting” (sometimes following a period of dating), though they may not have thought of it using that term.  “Courting” would be a lot like dating, except it would be with just the one person.  Courting was always initiated by the male half of a couple, and this was for a very important reason: courting was intended to lead to marriage, and that meant the male half of the equation had to be financially stable enough to support a wife and children (because a pregnant woman wouldn’t be hired or kept working anywhere, and a wife could get pregnant at any time).  If he couldn’t do that, he had no business courting a woman.

(Now, to apply this to Newt and Tina…the four years between their ages actually means a lot here, because those four years meant that Newt came of age before the War, and Tina came of age after.  Newt would have been brought up to a courtship-only model, and Tina would have entered adulthood when a hybrid courtship/dating model existed.  It is highly unlikely Newt would begin to court Tina unless he was doing financially well; either his book would be immensely successful, or he’d get a decent promotion at the Ministry, or his parents would die and leave him mountains of Galleons…you get the picture.)

In terms of engagement, it was no longer customary to ask a woman’s father for permission to marry his daughter…but etiquette books of the period explain that a man should be able to tell if his sweethearts’ family liked him well enough or not by how they interact (indicating a man should meet the family several times before proposing).  However, it would have been appropriate to address the family before the engagement was announced, and the man had better be prepared with an accurate, honest breakdown of his current and anticipated future finances; presumably, if he wouldn’t be able to support her appropriately, it would be so determined at this point, and things could be broken off (temporarily, perhaps) with minimal embarrassment to involved parties.

Engagement rings are a very old tradition, so a man who could afford one would likely propose with a ring at hand.  However, “Diamonds are Forever” wouldn’t hit the marketing scene until 1947, so you saw a much wider variety of engagement rings.  On the lowest end of the scale were unadorned bands not unlike wedding rings (side note: in the 1920s, it was fairly uncommon for men to wear wedding bands; it was more a female thing), and the ring might even serve as the wedding ring.  On the higher end you could see some pretty fabulous combinations of gems, though diamonds were popular still.  In-person proposals were still made on one knee with or without a ring, but it would have been considered really bad manners to propose like that in public.  That’s the sort of thing one would do in a living room.

However, there’s another method of proposal which has fallen out of favor recently: proposal by letter.  As travel was comparatively more expensive and less practical for people than it is today, it was acceptable to propose by letter when an in-person proposal was impractical.  A good proposal by letter was explicit and clear, so the woman being written to would understand exactly what her beau was asking.  An in-person proposal could have less precise verbiage because the body language and presence of a ring would make the meaning clear.

(Newtina application time: Newt’s got a ton of options for how to propose and what to propose with depending on his situation.)

Important fact to remember: engagements were treated as seriously as marriage.  Breaking off an engagement might leave you open to a lawsuit for “breach of promise”; these laws were mostly repealed or limited in the 1930s.  The way these laws were written implies that it was not uncommon for couples to become sexually active during engagement; these lawsuits were a way for a woman to compensate for any “damage” to her person incurred without a marriage to make it acceptable.

I’ve had to delete all my previous drawings that don’t have watermarks on them because of art thieves so I’m reposting them with watermarks!

Newt Scamander dating a disabled reader would include…

A/N: The (shy) reader in this preference is in a wheelchair. This was an anon request and I dearly hope that you will enjoy it, sweetheart!

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