i just really love this movie a lot

anonymous asked:

I love all your thoughts on human-Controller culture. I'm so glad someone cares about the meatbags as much as I do. <3

YES!  It’s something that I really love about Animorphs that K.A. Applegate takes the time to flesh out the personalities and experiences of the hosts so much, even the ones who make only minimal appearances like Tom or Taylor.  Back when I was writing for the Supernatural fandom “Sol cares too much about the meatsuits” became a running joke among my friends (let’s just say I spent a lot of time worrying about Jimmy Novak and Adam Milligan), and that was years before I started doing fics about Applegate’s human hosts.  Although a lot of movies or books that deal with that concept of a hostile consciousness controlling one’s body (The Puppet Masters, The Host, The Tripods, Doctor Who, Angel, etc.) tend to gloss over the sheer disturbingness of what that experience must be like, the Animorphs series gets elbows-deep into the horror, since Animorphs never does horror halfway.

It’s actually refreshing that, even in the books like #19 and #29 that show more sympathy for the yeerk cause, K.A. Applegate does not flinch away from telling us: these humans are “the most total slaves in all of human history” (#30).  They are not even allowed the privacy of their own thoughts (#15), and they can be punished for even so much as daring to blink their own eyes (#2).  The yeerks “don’t just take over your mind and eliminate you.  You continue to be aware.  You continue to be conscious.  You sit there in your own head watching the yeerk open your memory, watching the yeerk fool your friends and family, watching the yeerk turn the people you love into the same kind of slave you’ve become” (#10).  In MM4, in #6, and #19, she outright states that the yeerks are violating the bodily autonomy of their hosts in a way that cannot be excused or apologized for.  Visser, #2, #6, and #8 all go into the devastating psychological damage that the hosts accrue; Alloran, Chapman, Allison Kim, Tom, Lore David Altman, Jara Hamee, and half a dozen other unnamed hosts all attempt or commit suicide in order to avoid continuing infestation.  If you think about it, these are people who are not allowed the freedom of their own thoughts, much less the freedom to decide when to breathe or blink or turn their heads.  No wonder they want out at all costs.  

So, yeah, it’s true that I’m a sucker for the stories about mind control, and I love wondering about the horror of being used as a human puppet.  However, I’m not sure that any writer captures the nightmare fuel quite as masterfully as K.A. Applegate does.  

anonymous asked:

Hi! Can I request some random Zoe hcs? I love her too much and your writing's really good! :)

- zoe was quite a jokester before the infection
- she would always ‘hack’ lucas computer
- which causes her to be on the fuck u list
- she thinks he’s so immature
- but she loves him
- she really likes pixar movies
- no idea why she just does
- she likes finding dory
- she knows how to use a gun
- for self defense reasons
- she will threaten to use it
- ( but she won’t cause she has no reason to )
- she adores eve
- they hang out a lot
- when eve got older zoe teaches eve the alphabet
- and numbers
- so far eve can sing half of the alphabet and count to ten
- tbh Zoe would make a good mom
- she finds the rooms under the house kinda
- interesting
- she explores them a lot
- marquirete is like no please zoe
- “there’s a morque down there zoe, what if a dead body is inside
of those drawers”
“mama calm down–”
“thERES A EXECUTION CHAMBER DOWN THERE ZOE WHY IS
THERE A EXECUTION CHAMBER DOWN THERE”
- when she had long hair marquirete would braid her hair
- and put pretty flowers from the greenhouse on the braid
- she honestly misses those days
- she braids eve and mia’s hair sometimes
- and puts flowers in it
- people are honestly surprised she can braid hair
- considering she has short hair
- and also she acts tomboyish
- so it’s very unexpected
- but it’s a cute idea so
- shes more of a dog person than a cat person
- but she still likes cats
- to the point she’ll let them inside her trailer
- she doesn’t like chocolate
- it’s too sweet for her
- she likes dark chocolate tho
- i guess because it’s bitter
- she hates her job
- fucking lauren goddamnit
- always steals her white paper
- then print out her fave celebrities
- who tf?? does that??

anonymous asked:

What do you think of 50 shades. Have you seen the movies or are you against them? I'm really just curious how you feel. I know some people think it's totally a movie and not meant to be taken quite as intensely as it is. But on the other hand people believe it bdsm community especially Doms in a bad light. What do you think??

I think 50 Shades plays on the fact that a lot of people are bored with their sex lives. So something as crazy and new as what happens with Anastasia seems fantastic. They don’t care if it real or fake. They love the obsessive romance. The stalking, gifts, the power. It is very obvious that they are olaying on qualities that are thought to be attractive.

Anyone who thinks that is how BDSM works needs to talk to someone who is really in it. I mean a dom or a sub could tell you more than what those stories can. People need to remember they are just that. Stories. Not field notes, manuals, or guides.

I also don’t like the movie. I feel like the cast was all wrong. As for the writing from the book. Again really not my cup of tea.

things i loved about moana

-chief moana, not princess moana
-david bowie crab was fab
-moana and maui putting their hair up in BUNS while doing shit like wow that’s such a little thing but so realistic
-moana cried A LOT and i loved it like it wasn’t really ever a “helpless princess moment” where they cry because it’s the low point of the movie. she cried when she was happy, when she was sad, when she was angry, when she was confused like a lot but it was just really nice to see from someone who cries like 24/7
-the music holy shit
-like from the opening song my jaw dropped it was just so beautiful
-stingray grandma every damn time was beautiful
-sassy beautiful ocean
-moana and maui’s friendship
-te fiti and te ka are AWESOME

Just a lot of good shit honestly go watch moana

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If there was a boy and a girl… and they were in love with each other, really, properly in love, and they could prove it, then they would be given a few years together, before they began their donations.

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“I was absolutely obsessed with Winona,” Brown told Vulture in July. “I was, like, crazy — I loved her movies. I think she’s just so phenomenal. She’s a great actress, and I loved Girl, Interrupted; Edward Scissorhands; Heathers — amazing films. As soon as I auditioned, they told me Winona was on the project and I was so excited to meet her. Everybody says we look a lot alike. I was just very intrigued — she was a young actress and I could just really, really relate to her in a positive way.”

I saw Moana today, and there was so very much to love about it.  But I think I’m just going to talk about one thing for now.  And that’s the “princess upgrade.”  (Well, that’s what I’m calling it.)

Moana has the usual Disney heroine trope of “I want more than being a princess/royalty/whatever!”  (It’s a good trope for a fairy tale.)  But with a lot of Disney princesses, there’s really nothing for them to DO as princesses.  They exist, and that’s good and right for the kingdom, your prince will come and evil will be defeated, the end.  There’s no actual ruling or governance or anything you have to be trained for, don’t be silly!

Moana is the daughter of a chief, and the main point her father uses to keep her at home and out of trouble is saying, “hey, you’re gonna be chief someday, here are your people, you’ve got to take care of them!”  And the next montage shows her…doing exactly that.  We see her making decisions in day-to-day life, talking to her people, doing her job to keep the island and her people happy and prosperous.  We see her, in short, being trained to be a leader.  Her birth position is both a job and a serious responsibility that has to be performed right to keep things good.  Destiny, of course, has some extra things in mind for her, but those things are also in the best interest of her people.  They’re tasks that need to be done, and she was the person picked for the job.

That was EXTREMELY refreshing to see.  And that alone would have made the movie worth it to me, but again, there was SO MUCH MORE TO LOVE.

again my personal taste has a lot to do with why i prefer frozen, and i think anybody who knows me irl and knows what i enjoy would guess which movie l’d have preference to.

like honestly if didney set out to make a princess movie specifically targeting me, besides pirates it would be frozen,,

visually the darker blue/green/purple colour scheme is one i really like, i more or less even based my prom dress on those colours that’s how much i enjoy them. and frozen has a lot of those in both constume and setting.

hell, just the scenery of fjords is something i love, this movie made me go to norway so i could see the landscapes in person.

another visual motif i adore are slavic decorative paintings. the early concepts of frozen had more slavic tones to it but norwegian traditional art shares a lot in common in both art and clothing. i love the background details in the movie showcasing them, i wish there was more

as somebody who greatly appreciates films set in a certain historic location, i think it’s easy to understand why tangled didn’t fit the bill as much. it more or less takes place in fantasy fairy tale land of no discernible location which works for the movie, but is a thing that never stuck with me. 

tangled more or less based its visuals on 18th-19th century romantic european paintings and illustration. which is something in itself that i like the concept of, but i think the aesthetic wasn’t pushed so hard in the final film. which i can understand, because tonally it wouldnt fit the movie so much, and i think in general that artstyle would mesh more in a hand drawn or very stylized 3d film instead. i guess that extra ‘push’ of historic concepts is what i wish for.

finally as for music, i am slut for theatre and frozen’s music direction is more towards the musical theatre area and i also love wicked so theres that. tangled is more towards the pop genre which i am less partial to.

and as for character design, physiologicially i dont hold either characters’ physiques above another, i just really like norwegian dresses.

tl;dr: i like frozen better than tangled on a basis of personal taste and aesthetic, somebody could just as easily do the same thing favouring tangled and neither opinion is right or wrong.

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↳Belle in Kingdom Hearts II

Okay so among many other aspects of Moana, I just really appreciate and love the fact that Moana, a 16-year old girl, is voiced by Auli’i Cravalho, a 16-year old girl. So many “Disney Princess” characters are voiced by women who are much older than the character herself, and Auli’i’s performance in Moana has so much authenticity in it from the mere fact that SHE IS 16 YEARS OLD AND SHE SOUNDS LIKE SHE’S 16 YEARS OLD. I LOVE IT.

I think Carmilla was amazing for a lot for reasons (positive queer representation, a non-binary character!!!), but the one I didn’t really realize until the last few episodes is how few men there are. Like, in any other series, you would expect there to be very few women (and no non-binary people), and most characters would be men. Like most shows and movies have a male main character with male friends, a male villain with male henchmen, and maybe a female love interest. But Carmilla just totally fucked with that and I think it just proves that there’s need for our media to be so overwhelming male. We can make stuff with women and non-binary people and it can be great, amazing content. I’m just so happy for the existence of this show and I really hope it is a sign that more great shows full of women and non-binary folks are on the way.

Someone dressed up as Harley Quinn at my college and when I told her how cute she looked, her face just lit up and she started gushing about how much she loved Suicide Squad. 

Apparently she was real close to not even dressing up because she’s seen a lot of hate about every girl dressing as Harley for Halloween and she wasn’t a ‘real fan’ because she only knew Harley from the movie.

And like– that’s really sad to hear that someone would not dress up as their favorite character just because some salty “I’m not like the other girls” gatekeeper keeps raining on their parade.

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I was, like, crazy — I loved her movies. I think she’s just so phenomenal. She’s a great actress, and I loved Girl, Interrupted; Edward Scissorhands; Heathers amazing films. As soon as I auditioned, they told me Winona was on the project and I was so excited to meet her. Everybody says we look a lot alike. I was just very intrigued, she was a young actress and I could just really, really relate to her in a positive way. — Millie Bobby Brown

Olicity Fic Survey - Redux

I posted this once before, after the end of s3. But lately, I’ve wanted to revisit this specific rec list. I know I have some new answers. I also added some new categories, for fun. :) 

PART I – YOUR WORK

  • The fic I’m really proud of: All of them, honestly. 
  • The fic I had fun writing: My True Love Gave To Me - this year’s Christmas AU. I took JUST over a week to write 50k words, based on a Lifetime Christmas movie and it was such a ride. 
  • The fic that stressed me out a lot but ended up okay: this would have to be In the Moment (we’re lost and found) because I did not write the entire fic before posting. And that just stresses me out to do that. I just wanted to know I could do it and I definitely could but I do not want to try it again.
  • The most popular fic I have: This one is still Let Your Heart Be Light. I think it will ALWAYS be Let Your Heart Be Light. 

PART II – OLICITY FANDOM WORK

Favorites

Genres

General

Smut

what she says: i love freeze your brain

what she means: If you look at Freeze Your Brain at face value, you could easily interperet it as simply about JD’s fixation on 7/11 and his issues oversharing. But it’s really more about a place that feels normal and familiar and safe in a frightening and new situation. It’s easy to overlook this, as a lot of the song is made to be comedic. Take the lines “When mom was alive/we lived halfway normal./Now it’s just me and my dad,/we’re less formal” for example. During the musical, it’s easy to focus more on Veronica freaking out than on JD’s words and their meaning. This is done intentionally, as if to show that JD hides how hurt he is about his mother’s death with other emotions, as many people do. Towards the end, it is shown that JD uses slushies to control a possible self-harm habit and self-destructive thoughts, and that’s when the gravity of the song hits you. Despite sounding light-hearted, Freeze Your Brain is about a teenager trying to hold onto the one place that makes him feel safe and happy no matter where he is. If you consider the possibility that his mother introduced him to 7/11, it’s also about trying to recapture childhood emotions, despite the fact that so many things have changed.

Could Never Be (Newt Scamander X Reader)

Originally posted by ilvermorny

(GIF not mine)

Request by Anonymous: I just love your writing and was wondering if u could write another newt fanfic? One where the reader gets jealous of newt and she’s heartbroken. Lots of fluff? 😂

Word Count: 2,695

Warnings: Nothing really… I think.

I think I made it a little angsty, sorry.

A/N: The Nundu in the story is based on how it is described in the book, not how it is shown in the movie.

I’m not really that happy with this one but oh well

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You were sitting in your train carriage on your way to Austria with Newt, who was currently fast asleep across from you. You were watching the scenery rush past outside the window. You and Newt had just been in Ukraine studying Ukrainian Iron Bellies, the last species of dragon you two had to research. You and Newt had decided to come to Austria to examine Nogtails, you could’ve gone anywhere in Europe to find them but Newt said that he had met someone here on one of his journeys so you two could stay with her instead of having to look for accommodations. It was really nice of the person to offer you her home, you were tired of sleeping on uncomfortable beds in cold lodgings. See, you and Newt hadn’t gotten much funding in Newt’s book project so you couldn’t really afford high quality lodgings.

You two had met through your jobs. You had a minor job in the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures and Newt had already started his travels and book. He had failed to turn in multiple progress reports and when questioned about it he said it had slipped his mind. You had later found out that he thought of it as a waste of time, he of course didn’t say this outright but you could tell. He didn’t want to spend his time writing reports when he could be finding more about the beasts he so loved. You didn’t know this at first though and was slightly sceptical about being assigned to him to keep him in check. You didn’t really want to have to look after someone who you thought was irresponsible and insubordinate. But you had grown close to this man over the months you two had spent together. You two had agreed that every month you would write to the Ministry your progress reports and in exchange Newt would teach you more about beasts. He was wary at first, letting you come with him on his dangerous adventures but soon found you to be an invaluable asset. Your affection only grew for him and you knew it wasn’t a platonic affection.

You turned your gaze to the sleeping man across from you, notebook and quill in hand. He had fallen asleep mid sentence in his finishing notes about Ukrainian Iron Bellies and you didn’t have the heart to wake him up. You took the moment to admire the handsome man, how the light from the window shone on his messy auburn hair and illuminated his many endearing freckles, how his dark lashes fluttered slightly as he dreamt. He looked much more vulnerable when he slept, normally his body language was more guarded and careful as he was used to it having to be so around beasts. His face revealed much more though, you found he was a very easy man to read, every emotion he felt would be clearly expressed on his face. If he was curious, happy, focused, uncomfortable, it would show.

You couldn’t help but feel the surge of affection you felt whenever you thought of him. You just felt so happy and almost blissful when he was with you. You could never express your feelings to him though, you didn’t want to scare him off and endanger your precious friendship with him. You knew he wasn’t looking for a relationship, he was focused on his work and creatures and adventures and love was just - just something that he didn’t think of. You tried to keep these thoughts away and suppress your feelings, you were happier that way, or so you thought.

Suddenly, the train jerked to a stop and Newt’s eyes snapped open, looking a little disoriented at first then his eyes landed on you and he smiled softly and looked down.

“Well, we’re here.” You said, standing up and stretching. You started to reach up for your bags in the upper compartment, you had to go on your toes to reach it. You felt Newt walk up behind you and reached over you. Your breath hitched in your throat at your closeness.

“Here, let me help.” He offered kindly, grabbing onto your bag. You looked up at him as he lowered your luggage and gazed down at you, smiling softly. You gave a little smile and a quiet ‘thank you’ as you took your bag from him. “So,” Newt started, opening the carriage doors, “shall we?” He asked, opening the doors for you. You took a deep breath, something you always did when visiting a new place. You used the time in that breath to clear your mind and relax yourself as you stepped into the new and unknown.

“We shall.” You said, stepping out of the carriage.

———

“Newt! Over here!” A voice shouted from the crowd of people at the train station. You looked around, quite pointlessly you realised as you didn’t know what the person looked like. Suddenly a woman was flinging herself onto Newt and enveloping him in a hug. You watched, stunned at how close Newt was to this woman. You suddenly realised, your heart dropping, that you and Newt had never hugged. Not even a friendly hug. You plastered a fake smile onto your face as the woman stepped back from Newt. She was beautiful. She had lustrous black hair, stunningly blue eyes, high cheek bones and angled features. She was also quite tall, you noticed, as you had to look up at her to meet her eyes.

“Y/N, this is Emilia. Emilia, this is Y/N.” Newt introduced you.

“Lovely to meet you.” She said politely, holding her hand out for you to shake. Though you could’ve sworn Newt told you she was Austrian, she spoke with a slight British accent.

“Likewise.” You said and shook her hand. “You have an impeccable English accent, are you part British?” You asked.

“Oh no. I’ve never been there actually. I just learnt English from a native speaker and I may have picked up the accent.” She said, shrugging.

“Emilia was the one who helped me rescue my Graphorns. Without her, Graphorns may well have been extinct.” He said, smiling at her, gratitude and admiration in his eyes. Had Newt ever looked at you like that?

“Oh please, Newt, I barely did anything.” She said, giggling. So she was smart, resourceful, modest, polite, beautiful and bilingual. You could feel your self esteem plummeting as the three of you walked through the station to her car. What were you compared to her? Just someone Newt kept around to do his paperwork?

No, you reminded yourself. You two were friends, close friends. Best friends? You didn’t know anymore, it was always somewhat blurry. You were pulled away from your thoughts as you felt Newt brush his knuckles against yours. You quickly looked up at him, your face already heating up from the light contact. He looked down at you worriedly, you must have been frowning unconsciously. You gave him a small smile and nodded your head slightly, you didn’t want to worry him. He smiled at you and brushed your knuckles again. The moment was gone too soon though and you felt yourself missing even the softest of touches he gave you.

———

It was feeding time for Newt’s creatures and you were waiting for him in the little cabin in his suitcase. You had come straight down after dinner, you didn’t think anyone really noticed that you had left anyway. All throughout dinner Emilia was talking to Newt, not letting you slip a word in. You were sure it wasn’t on purpose but you couldn’t help but feel unwanted. You just sat there as her and Newt exchanged stories and memories. You hated seeing how comfortable Newt was with her, he was talkative and was less shy and you felt your whole being clench in sadness as you stared down at your plate. Newt had of course tried to include you in the conversation but his attempts proved useless as you found you couldn’t relate to their stories. When Newt brought up plans on capturing the famously evasive Nogtail you hoped you would be able to contribute more but found yourself in silence again as she and Newt shared ideas.

You had restrained your tears as you stepped down into what was your home for so many months and spent time with the creatures you loved so much, braiding Dougal’s fur, playing a coin game with the Niffler and running around after the Mooncalves. But now it was feeding time, a time where it was just you, Newt and your beasts. Both you and Newt always made sure you’d be there to talk and feed the animals and just be in each other’s company without any other obligations. You were hoping Newt would come, even with Emilia. Apparently not.

You slowly climbed up the steps of the cabin and quietly lifted the lid of the case slightly so you could peer out of it. Newt and Emilia were still talking and laughing and looking at each other and breaking your heart. You slowly moved back down the steps and grabbed the buckets of food you had to distribute. You weren’t going to cry, you refused to. You were friends, nothing more. They were friends, maybe more. You wanted Newt to be happy, even if that meant your heart shattering, your stomach clenching, your eyes watering.

You slowly made your rounds, giving each creature some food and love until you finally reached the last enclosure, the Nundu. Arguably one of the most dangerous beasts and very rare. You had no idea how Newt had managed to capture the Nundu and get it trust him. Not only was he brave but kind too, something that animals could usually tell. You could just trust him. You threw the Nundu a slab of meat and watched the beautiful beast devour it swiftly.

You sat down on the soft grass as it walked over to you and flopped itself down, resting it’s head on your lap. It wasn’t often that the Nundu would be calm and relaxed around others but he could tell when someone was feeling bad and would try to make the person feel better if he was close to them. It was always an honour when the great beast allowed you to come near enough to it to stroke it calmly. You finally relaxed, loosening all your muscles and letting your face fall, all your sadness clear on your face. There was no one for you to hide it from in that moment and that is maybe what prompted you to unravel.

You let your sobs escape your lips and tears fall down your face. You scolded yourself for being so upset over a boy which just made you cry harder. You felt your entire being contract painfully in heartache. It wasn’t just about Emilia anymore, if it wasn’t her it would be the next girl. You knew it would never be you because he would never look at you like that. You would forever be held back by the boundaries of friendship, you would never know what it would be like to be close enough to him to share breath, close enough to count his many freckles, close enough to feel his whole body against yours. You would never know that feeling. You shut your eyes as tight as you could. The Nundu whimpered in sadness for you as it nuzzled closer.

You suddenly heard Newt’s voice say your name softly. You shook your head, trying to rid your mind of his kind voice. You heard the Nundu growl protectively and a quick shuffle of feet. The weight of the Nundu lifted off your lap. Your eyes snapped open to find the animal standing between you and Newt. You quickly wiped your tears away, trying to be inconspicuous. You stood up and placed your hand on the creature as it released another growl at Newt surprisingly.

“It’s ok, it’s ok, it’s just your mummy.” You said to it. It didn’t stand down but it did let Newt come closer.

“Y/N,” Newt started, rushing towards you, “are you alright? Are you hurt?” He asked frantically, looking your body up and down and cradling your face to look into your eyes. You brushed him off and stepped back, surprising him slightly.

“I’m fine.” You mumbled, not meeting his eyes.

“Y/N, you’re not fine, you-“

“I’m fine.” You said, cutting him off. You didn’t know why you were being so aggressive. It was just easier you guess. It was better than crying in front of him.

“Y/N, please, talk to me.” He begged. You stayed silent as you stepped closer to the Nundu and began tracing it’s leopard like spots. You hoped your silence would prompt him to go away and let you cry in peace. “Is this about Emilia?” He asked quietly. Your gaze snapped to his in surprise. “Do you not like her?” He asked. You shook your head lightly, turning back to the Nundu who’s eyes were still fixed on Newt. “Then what is it?” He asked desperately. You took a shaky breath.

“I - I’m just used to - to being your girl.” You whispered. You heard him walk closer to you.

“What do you mean?” He asked quietly. You turned to face him and laughed, trying to put some humour in it but not really succeeding.

“It’s so silly. It’s nothing really.” You said lightheartedly. “I just -“ you sighed, your eyes watering “I just don’t like watching how you are around her. And it really is stupid because I know it’s selfish and I know you don’t belong to me and that you won’t ever feel anything more than friendship towards me. And honestly I don’t blame you. I just want you to be happy and if that means me not being with you then -“ You were cut off by Newt enveloping you in a hug. Your first hug with him. You were too shocked to do anything. He had never had much physical contact with you before and you found you loved how you fit against him. You hugged him back, releasing a shaky breath, not knowing why he was hugging you.

“Please don’t finish that sentence.” He whispered into you hair. You were surprised at how much pain and emotion was in his voice. “I -” he hesitated “adore you.” Those weren’t exactly the three words you were hoping he’d say but you were relieved. So relieved that you could stay in his life. So relieved that you let out another sob, it was a confusing sob, a mix of happiness and sadness and jealousy.

“I love you.” You whispered against his chest. You felt him tense against you and you suddenly regretted saying that. You wanted to take it back but you couldn’t. Newt stepped back from you and looked right into your eyes. You couldn’t quite tell what he was feeling in his spring green eyes. He looked more shocked than anything, disbelieving actually. Suddenly he broke into the happiest grin you had ever seen on him.

“You love me.” He repeated giddily, a light blush gracing his features. You had made Newt Scamander, the beautiful, strange, caring man you loved, blush and you couldn’t be happier about it.

“I love you.”

“You love me.”

“I love you.” You said again, smiling uncontrollably.

“I love you too.” He said. Your eyes widened and you could’ve sworn your heart screamed in joy.

“You love me.” You repeated.

“I love you.”

“You love me.”

“I love you so much.” He said and enveloped you in another hug. You started crying tears of joy. You felt the Nundu brush up against you and Newt. You laughed and Newt grinned happily and brushed his hand against the soft fur of the beast.

“Don’t worry, we love you too.” You reassured the creature. You turned back to Newt as he brushed some stray tears from your face with his thumb and leaned his forehead on yours. You didn’t think you could be any happier.

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Welp, there it is. Sorry that it isn’t so great. Constructive criticism is welcome.

Ugh I really don’t like this

Thank you so much for reading and I hope you enjoyed it. \ (•◡•) /

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“I read the (Aquaman) script and let me just put it this way, I’ve never seen a movie that’s anything like this. It’s going to be a world that you’ve never seen before, which is really cool. We went to space, we traveled all over different worlds, but we never went underwater. So it’s just a really cool spin on what’s below and it uses a lot of great movies that I already love — whether that be Raiders of the Lost Ark to Star Wars to Lord of the Rings to Romancing the Stone. It has a lot of really cool adventure, it’s funny and heroic, and there’s a lot of different characters and a lot of different worlds that we get to go to.” 

- Jason Momoa talking about the Aquaman movie 

Maybe Just One More

Originally posted by xoxoeddie


Request from Anon : Hi!! Could you please do something very fluffy with lots of cuddles after a long day? I’m swamped with finals and stressed to the max and would love some newt cuddles and fluff rn

OMG ME TOO! I have finals this week that I should be studying for but decided to write this imagine instead because why not? haha (I really should be studying though… xD)
I hope it’s sweet and fluffy enough to help the stress <3 

Word Count : 1136


Newt finally decided to take a little break from writing his manuscript. He stood up from his workbench and enjoyed the satisfaction of stretching out his muscles after sitting for so long. He looked down at his work, his eyes scanning over everything he’s written down with the quiet buzz of his creatures surrounding him. He actually managed to write down a lot of information about the special quirks Dougal had. After mentally checking items off his daily chores list, Newt decided it was time to leave his case. 

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