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So, a culinary major, who sings while she's alone in her room with the lights off. She dances to a beat that doesn't exist whenever she's alone and finds her steps skipping and light half of the time. Her hair is wild as it swirls around her as she dances. Odds at EU?

There’s an old warning that bakers were uncannily close with the Fair Folk. You don’t prove it wrong. Most of a small court considers you something between an adopted child, a pet project, and an ally.

Do you ever see people whose faces echo another era?

I’ve seen women with the round faces, sparse brows and high foreheads of medieval illuminated manuscripts.

Men with dark brows that meet in the middle, olive skin, strong noses and jaws–Byzantine men, ghosts of Constantine, reanimated faces from the Fayum Mummy Portraits.

Women with soft figures and the large eyes and prim, petaled mouths of the 19th century.

Grizzled men whose brows predicate their gaze, whose wrinkles track into their thick beards and read like topographical maps of hardship and intensity–the wanderer, the poet; Whitman, Tolstoy, Carlyle. 

Faces sculpted into the perfect, deified symmetry of the pharaohs–almond eyes, full lips, self-assurance 3,000 years in the making staring at you at a stoplight.  

Plump, curved white wrists curled over purse handles in the waiting room and you think Versailles, Madame Pompadour, Marie Antoinette, Catherine the Great. Wide cheek bones, courage and sorrow in the scrunched face of the old man in line behind you and it’s Geronimo, Sitting Bull, Tecumseh. Reddened skin, thick forearms, hair and beard and brows burned by the cold into a reddish corn silk and you think Odin, the forge and the hammer and skin stinging from the salt of the ocean.

Virginia Woolf’s quiet brand of gaunt frankness surveys you in passing in the parking lot. Queen Victoria’s heavy-lidded stare and beaked nose are firmly, uncannily fixed on a sixth-grade classmate’s face.

Renaissance voluptuousness on the boardwalk by the beach. Boticelli’s caramel androgyny in a youth smoking on a bench outside the mall.

Jazz age looseness spurs the tripping gait of the man who watches you paint with his hands in his pockets, and he smiles a Sammy Davis Jr. smile and tells you that you look familiar, that he’s sure he’s seen you somewhere before, but he doesn’t know where or when.

Humans in spaaaaace

Had this thought last night as I lay falling asleep. We have all these space-exploration-ensemble shows with a bunch of aliens each of which has some sort of super-human power, more or less. And humans are always given ~leadership~ as their special power. The ability to bring people together, to organize shit, and I always thought, like…what a shitty power. What a shitty colonial “you were a mess until we came in and saved you” power. Drives me nuts. Seems like if an alien species builds a got-damn ship that can fly through got-damn space they probably have their shit together, right? At least somewhat?

So then I figure, what is humanity got to contribute to all these super-beings? We’re just nonsense reckless critters careening through space. Seems like we’d be more trouble than we’re worth.

But what if…I mean, what if that’s us. We’re the universe’s huckleberries. We’ll run headlong into danger, and we’ll *laugh*. And what if…what if we survive and a weirdly abnormally high rate. Like any alien with two bits of math can put together that we should have wiped ourselves out a long time ago with the first set of “hold my beer, and watch this.” So what the shit, how are we still banging around the universe building shit and flying off solar ramps into the sun while doing some spaceship equivalent of an ollie while crushing beer cans on our forehead. Why. Why do we exist.

And then it hits me. We survive. We’re super good at it. Uncannily good at it. So much so that we…I mean, we actually bend probability in our favor. It’s absurd. And it totally falls flat if you actually tell us this (“Never tell me the odds,” said Solo, knowing full well that knowing the odds kills a human’s chances of survival).

So there we are. Careening around the universe. Joining alien crews because they know that with a human on board, especially a cocky human in some kind of leadership position, can warp probability to stretch success in their favor. And they can never ever tell us this. So instead they just pat our heads and tell us we’re just so good at ~leadership~ and that’s what makes humans special

But really…we’re just a bunch of space dinguses.

Ahhhhhhh… what a scenic vista!

Ooh, wait, there’s the Mystery Machine! It’s… kinda weird lookin’ and uncannily rendered in 3D, but still nice to see.

Aaaaaand off it goes.

Huh. Everything’s been really pleasant so far… maybe this movie isn’t going to be so weird after al–

GAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

WHAT IN THE NAME OF ALL THAT IS HOLY

WHY IS DAPHNE’S FACE ALL FREAKY 

WHY IS HER HAIR BLOOD RED, PRESUMABLY SOAKED IN THAT OF HER ENEMIES

WHY IS FREDDY LIKE A WEIRD ANDROID

WHY ARE HIS EYES SO UNEVEN

WHY IS VELMA WATCHING, ALWAYS WATCHING

…ohhhhhh goodness, what have you all gotten me into this time?

Idea: Takenaka is using his powers in this scene. He notices Reigen staring at him, and decides to listen to Reigen’s thoughts to see what’s up. But what Takenaka realizes in that process is that the man is also reading him like an open book – this telepath can hear Reigen breaking down every miniscule aspect of his current presentation, and the conclusions he’s drawing are so uncannily accurate that he might as well be a telepath himself. Being read like this is a new experience for Takenaka since he’s always been on the other side up to now, and this is honestly really unnerving for him.

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One word moodboard: Selkies requested by @rumpels-popo

Selkies (also spelled silkies, sylkies, selchies, Scots: selkie fowk) are mythological creatures found in Irish, Scottish, Faroese, and Icelandic folklore. Selkies are said to live as seals in the sea but shed their skin to become human on land. They are often seen by the shore, watching inquisitively with uncannily human eyes.  

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List of 60 qualifiers/intensifiers in German.

A while ago… a longgg while ago… I had a list of these and I thought I’d try and make the list more expansive. Qualifiers/Intensifiers are adverbs used to indicate the degree of something (e.g. very, quite, pretty, extremely).

Here are 60 of them. This list is by no means exhaustive (when I had to grab some examples from Duden online, it shows you the section for synonyms and there are easily 150+) but I mean it’ll stand you in good stead.


1. absolut (downright/utterly/absolutely)
Ex: Du hast absolut keine Ahnung.
Tr: You have utterly no idea.

2. ausgesprochen (downright/markedly)
Ex: Eine ausgesprochen malerische Landschaft.
Tr: A downright picturesque landscape.

3. außergewöhnlich (exceptionally/abnormally)
Ex: zu außergewöhnlich hohen Preisen.
Tr: At exceptionally high prices.

4. außerordentlich (exceedingly/remarkably)
Ex: Das Essen war außerordentlich lecker.
Tr: The food was remarkably delicious.

5. äußerst (most/extremely/utterly)
Ex: Die Lage ist äußerst angespannt.
Tr: This situation is most tense.

6. bedeutend (significantly)
Ex: Die Donau ist bedeutend länger als der Rhein.
Tr: The Donau is significantly longer than the Rhein.
Note: This is mainly used with the comparative.

7. beileibe [nicht] (by no means/in no way)
Ex: Meine Freundin ist beleibe kein Supermodel.
Tr: My girlfriend is by no means a supermodel.

8. beinahe (almost/nearly)
Ex: Er wäre beinahe mit dem Auto zusammengestoßen.
Tr: He nearly collided with the car.

9. bei weitem (by far)
Ex: Er ist bei weitem der Beste in der Klasse
Tr: He is by far the best in the class.
Note: This is mainly used with the comparative or superlative.

10. bemerkenswert (strikingly/remarkably)
Ex: eine bemerkenswert schöne Kollektion.
Tr: A strikingly beautiful collection.

11. besonders (especially/particularly)
Ex: Das hast du aber besonders gut gemacht!
Tr: But there you did particularly well!

12. beträchtlich (considerably)
Ex: Die Zugspitze ist beträchtlich höher als die anderen Gipfel in den
bayrischen Alpen.
Tr: The Zugspite is considerably higher than the other summits in the Bavarian Alps.
Note: This is mainly used with the comparative.

13. denkbar (possible)
Ex: Sie hat den denkbar schlechtesten Eindruck gemacht.
Tr: She has made the worst possible impression.
Note: This is mainly used with the superlative.

14. durchaus (absolutely/definitely)
Ex: Ich bin durchaus nicht dieser Meinung.
Tr: I am definitely not of that opinion.

15. echt (really/truely)
Ex: Das ist echt beschissen.
Tr: That’s really shitty/That really sucks.
Note: echt is colloquial.

16. ein bisschen (a bit)
Ex: Ich bin ein bisschen sauer.
Tr: I’m a bit angry.

17. einigermaßen (to an extent)
Ex: Er hat sich wieder einigermaßen erholt.
Tr: He rested again, to an extent.
Note: colloquially this can mean ‘very’.

18. enorm (enormously/tremendously)
Ex: Die Preise sind enorm gestiegen.
Tr: The prices went up tremendously.
Note: enorm is a bit colloquial.

19. entschieden (decidedly)
Ex: Er hat entschieden schlechter gespielt als vor einem Jahr.
Tr: He played decidedly worse than a year ago.
Note: This is mainly used with the comparative.

20. entsetzlich (horrendously/appallingly/terribly)
Ex: Es war entsetzlich kalt.
Tr: It was horrendously cold.
Note: According to Duden, this when used as an intensifier is also colloquial.

21. etwas (some[what]/a bit of… it’s hard to define on its own)
Ex: Nehmen Sie etwas Salz und streuen Sie es über den Fleck.
Tr: Take a bit of salt and scatter it over the stain.

22. extrem (extremely/particularly)
Ex: Das ist ein extrem starker Kaffee.
Tr: That’s an extremely strong coffee.
Note: extrem is a bit colloquial.

23. fast (almost/nearly/virtually)
Ex: Der Bau ist fast fertig!
Tr: The construction is almost done!

24. ganz (completely/quite)
Ex: Sie ist ganz verrückt nach Schokolade.
Tr: She’s completely crazy for chocolate.

25. ganz und gar (utterly/completely… it’s.. more 'completely’ than ganz)
Ex: Ihren Vorschlag können Sie ganz und gar vergessen.
Tr: You can completely forget about your proposal.

26. genug (enough)
Ex: Der Schrank ist groß genug.
Tr: The cupboard is big enough.

27. geradezu (virtually/almost/really)
Ex: Das ist ja geradezu fantastisch!
Tr: That’s really fantastic!

28. gottserbärmlich (dreadfully/god-awfully)
Ex: Es war gottserbärmlich kalt.
Tr: It was dreadfully cold.
Note: I am given to believe this is also  colloquial.

29. höchst (most/extremely)
Ex: Ich war höchst überrascht, dass die Wahl so augegangen ist.
Tr: I was most surprised that the vote ended like that.

30. irre (mind-blowingly/insanely)
Ex: Das ist jetzt irre wichtig für mich!
Tr: That’s insanely important for me at the moment!
Note: irre is colloquial in this sense.

31. irrsinnig (insanely)
Ex: Sie freute sich irrsinnig.
Tr: She was insanely happy.
Note: irrsinnig is colloquial in this sense.

32. kaum (hardly)
Ex: Er kann kaum lesen!
Tr: He can hardly read!

33. komplett (completely)
Ex: Du spinnst komplett!
Tr: You’re completely mad!

34. lange/längst (not nearly)
Ex: Dieses Buch ist [noch] lange/längst nicht so gut wie sein Letztes.
Tr: This book is not nearly as good as his last book.
Note: If you use lange, it’s normally preceeded by noch.

35. mäßig (relatively/reasonably)
Ex: Ein mäßig großer Raum.
Tr: A relatively big room.

36. nahezu (virtually)
Ex: Eine nahezu optimale Lösung des Problems.
Tr: A virtually optimal solution to the problem.

37. recht (really)
Ex: Er arbeitet recht gut!
Tr: He works really well!

38. relativ (relatively)
Ex: Zehn Euro beim Einkaufen sind relativ wenig.
Tr: 10 Euros for shopping is relatively little.

39. sehr (very)
Ex: Ich kaufte ein sehr altes Haus.
Tr: I bought a very old house.

40. total (totally/absolutely)
Ex: Nach dem achtstündigen Marsch war ich total erschöpft.
Tr: After the 8-hour long march I was totally exhausted.

41. überaus (extremely/exceedingly)
Ex: Meine Frau ist überaus erfolgreich.
Tr: My wifeis extremely successful.

42. unermesslich (immeasurably)
Ex: Das ist unermesslich traurig.
Tr: That’s immeasurably distressing.

43. ungeheuer (enormously/tremendously)
Ex: Adriana Altaras ist  ungeheuer witzig.
Tr: Adriana Altaras ist tremendously funny.

44. ungemein (extraordinarily)
Ex: Ich freue mich ungemein, dass du da bist.
Tr: I’m extraordinarly happy that you’re here.

45. ungewöhnlich (abnormally/exceptionally)
Ex: Sie ist ungewöhnlich vielseitig.
Tr: She’s exceptionally versatile.

46. unglaublich (unbelievably)
Ex: Der Urlaub war unglaublich schnell vorbei.
Tr: The holiday flew by unbelievably quickly.

47. unheimlich (uncannily/incredibly)
Ex: Etwas ist unheimlich groß.
Tr: Something is incredibly big.
Note: When used in this way, unheimlich is colloquial.

48. verdammt (depends on the context, e.g. 'bloody’)
Ex: Heike ist verdammt glücklich über ihren Freund.
Tr: Heike is bloody happy about her friend.
Note: verdammt is colloquial and I know that 'bloody’ sounds very British.

49. verhältnismäßig (comparatively/relatively)
Ex: Eine verhältnismäßig hohe Besucherzahl.
Tr: A comparatively high number of visitors.

50. viel (much)
Ex: Diese Schule ist viel größer als meine.
Tr: This school is much bigger than mine.
Note: This is mainly used with the comparative.

51. vollauf (fully/completely)
Ex: Ich war vollauf damit beschäftigt.
Tr: I was fully occupied with it.

52. völlig (fully/completely)
Ex: Ich bin mit dir völlig einverstanden.
Tr: I agree with you completely.

53. vollkommen (fully/completely)
Ex: Ich bin auch vollkommen deiner Meinung.
Tr: I am also entirely in agreement with you.

54. weit (far)
Ex: Der Wagen ist weit schneller, als ich dachte.
Tr: The car is far quicker than I thought
Note: This is normally used with the comparative.

55. weitaus (by far)
Ex: Isabella ist weitaus reifer, als man ihrem Alter nach schließen dürfte.
Tr: Isabella is by far more mature than one may expect of her age.
Note: This is normally used with the comparative or superlative.

56. wenig (little)
Ex: Dieser Schriftsteller ist wenig bekannt.
Tr: This author is little known.

57. wesentlich (substantially)
Ex: Er hat heute wesentlich besser gespielt.
Tr: He played substantially better today.
Note: This is normally used with the comparative.

58. ziemlich (quite)
Ex: Der Regen ist ziemlich stark.
Tr: The rain is quite heavy.

59. zu (too)
Ex: Wein ist mir zu ungesund.
Tr: Wine is too unhealthy for me.

60. zutiefst (deeply)
Ex: Ich bin dir zutiefst dankbar für deine Freundlichkeit.
Tr: I am deeply grateful to you for your kindness.


All examples taken from Duden, Wiktionary or Linguee. The translations in some places are rough approximations (it’s not super-easy to give 1-1 translations for them all as in English we might say extraordinarily in one context, but exceptionally in another).

Enjoy.

The general opinion on this site is that IRL aliens wouldn’t be anything even remotely humanoid. I’ve seen people come up with terms to describe organs, appendages, and genders.

From a statistical and evolutionary standpoint, it’s likely that alien life could be so alien we’d struggle to even see it as life.

However, people often forget the other side of the spectrum.

What if we leave Earth, stumble across an alien species, and find that they’ve dealt with humans before?

Not humans exactly, but close enough that an inexperienced eye would not be able to tell the difference.

From a biological standpoint, it’s possible that a species with no relation to us would evolve in a manner similar to ours. Not to mention that there’s really only so many designs that could be considered as viable to locomotion and manipulation of one’s environment.

From a statistical standpoint, it’s highly possible that even its culture could be uncannily similar.

What I’m saying is, what if we have a twin out there?

Bendy in Toon Terror: Part 3

“The massive ink monster was also still; there were no more smaller ones to smash. The Thing turned it’s crooked horns and huge grin around slowly; from behind echoed a jazzy tune that bounced uncannily off the walls.”

An AU inspired by @shinyzango Written and Illustrated by myself. Now we’re getting somewhere!

CHAPTER ONE | CHAPTER TWO: Part 1 | CHAPTER TWO: Part 2

CHAPTER TWO: Part 3

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Nature Family

@ciphernetics did a very very good thing and came up with the best AU idea ever.

I ruined it. Enjoy the ruining.


“David?”

He glanced up, his eyes widening. “Yes, Nikki?”

She was one of the only campers left waiting at the pick-up spot, having wandered away from Max to explore a mysterious rustling from the bushes. (This, it turned out, was a squirrel; Quartermaster seemed more than capable of sorting it out and had pulled her away from the animal by her overalls.) But … Well, David had to admit that he’d been so worried about Max being lonely or upset about the summer ending that he’d almost forgotten about the adventurous young camper. So it was with no small amount of guilt that he met her  eyes, watching anxiously as she scuffed her toes along the ground and glanced over her shoulder at Sleepy Peak Peak.

“Well, uh … I think my parents aren’t coming?”

David sprang to his feet, leaving Max to continue drawing in the dirt and ignoring him. “Don’t be silly! It’s only noon, after all! And Max is still here,” he added, gesturing at him.

Max looked from David to Nikki, something almost like concern in his expression. “David, are you being fucking stupid again?” He stood, pouring as much resentment into the motion as possible. “What’s up, Nik?”

She shrugged, stuffing her hands in her pockets. “It’s just that Mom said Dad was picking me up yesterday because of his Sunday Golf Tournaments, and he didn’t. So …”

“What?!” David tried to keep his voice calm, but he couldn’t help wincing as it leapt up to what Gwen called “dog-whistle levels.” “Wh … why didn’t you tell us that, Nikki?” As a matter of fact, why hadn’t her parents told them that? They were in charge, after all!

“I was gonna, but then Max and Neil decided to try and blow up the Supply Shed and that sounded like more fun!”

Oh, dear. David whipped out his phone and sent a quick text to Quartermaster and Gwen: ‘stay away from the supply shed might be dangerous’ Then he narrowed his eyes at the two of them, putting his hands on his hips. “Now, kids, that was very irresponsible of you –”

“Yeah yeah,” Max interrupted, rolling his eyes. “How about you just do your goddamn job and figure out where Nikki’s parents are?”

Oh. Of course, that made sense. “R-right. Thanks, Max!”

“Fucking idiot.”

He had all the campers’ parents saved in his contacts for easy access, just in case. So he didn’t have to leave their side as he looked up Mariana Zuckerman’s number and listened to the line ring.

And ring.

And ring.

Finally there was a tiny click. “You’ve reached 555-0175. Dr. Zuckerman isn’t available right now, so please leave a message at the –”

He snapped the phone shut, shaking his head. “No worries,” he chirped to the kids; Nikki was watching a line of ants travel through the grass, but Max’s eyes were trained on him, tiny pinpricks of searing turquoise. “We’ll just try Mr. Sherwood then …”

Nikki’s dad didn’t pick up, either.

That was … well, of course it wasn’t troubling, David wouldn’t jump to conclusions so quickly! But he would have to give her parents a friendly reminder that it was important to have their phones on them at all times. 

Then again, maybe they were driving. That made sense.

“Why didn’t they pick up?” Max demanded, startling David out of his thoughts and nearly making him drop the phone.

“Oh, I’m sure they’re on their way!”

He just stared for a few long moments. Then turned with a heavy sigh, shaking his head. “I’m gonna go find Gwen.”

“Max, don’t –” But it was too late; faster than he’d ever seen the boy move, Max was trotting across the small grassy clearing that served as Camp Campbell’s pick-up spot, over to where Gwen had her nose buried in a magazine about … something or other, he didn’t really understand most of what she read.

Maybe Max had the right idea, though. Gwen would know what to do, even if she was a bit of a worrywart. He straightened, feeling better already as he tried dialing Nikki’s mother again. There was no point in panicking, which meant he’d just ignore the niggling worming sickness in his stomach until it went away.

That usually worked.

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Normal Horoscope:

Aries: Be wary of the crow man who lives in the tower of the old church. His eyes watch the dark.

Taurus: Patience, a new storm gathers at your feet. Marvel at the beauty.

Gemini: The muffled voices on the other side of the wall are not your family.

Cancer: Keep the ring with you. It will offer protection, but only when you least expect it.

Leo: Something that runs on all fours is in your kitchen, sawing the legs off your dining table. Let it be.

Virgo: The stars didn’t say anything today, but they handed me a marionette that looks uncannily like you. Not sure what that means.

Libra: There is an antique shop by your home that is selling a skeletal bird in her cage. Her name is Felicity and she needs a friend.

Scorpio: During your grocery shopping tomorrow someone will ask you to fill out a survey. They will then promptly explode into blue smoke.

Saggatarius: The arrangement of your school supplies is absorbing some bad juju, give it a shake.

Capricorn: There is an open house in your neighborhood, take a tour, you may glimpse the ghost.

Aquarius: Okay so, the stars and I agree that you can’t actually summon booty but we see what you were getting at.

Picses: Turns out you can accidentally become a muse. Congrats?

You ever listen to a song with backing vocals that sound so uncannily like your parents calling your name that you instinctually take off your headphones to check?

The First Time // Lee Seokmin

the prompt: (abridged) seokmin is your new neighbor, and after a bit of bonding, the two of you carry not only romantic, but domestic feelings for each other.

words: 3375

category: fluff on fluff

author note: you had me at seokmin and domestic feel like ever time I look at dk I think of how much of a husband/boyfriend vibe he gives off and to write a whole scenario based off of that??? i am blessed. also i suck at summaries but the request was rlly long so i tried to shorten it. i also changed the ending from dinner and tv to dancing bc i had more inspiration for the latter.

- destinee

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Heart-Filled || A Newt Imagine

Originally posted by sundaze-e

Summary: Newt and Minho had to endure a night in the Maze. The reader wakes up to an all-too-pleasant surprise. Fluff though, so… yeah.

 A/N: Look at that adorable face. Also, I was sleepy as ever when I wrote this so I don’t even know. Don’t get me started.

Word Count: 1168

“It’s getting dark,” you commented, storing the last of the monthly supplies. “Can I go meet up with Min and Newt before they get to the Map Room?” you turned to Clint, who was listing things down.

“Sure,” he shrugged. “The Hut’s practically empty. Be quick, though, no more than ten minutes.”

You thanked your Keeper before shutting the door behind you. The doors were already closed. Newt and Minho were probably already in the Map Room. You were about to return to the Hut when you saw Alby walking towards you, catching your attention, so you met him halfway.

“Hey, Alby, what’s up?” you smiled politely at your leader.

He had a grave look on his usually dominant face. Your smile vanished.

“Y/N…” he trailed off, inhaling deeply. “They didn’t make it.”

It took a little longer for the words to sink in. It could mean something else… but no, the words clearly held one meaning.

Newt was inside the Maze.

All came crashing down, and you muttered an inaudible “excuse me” before rushing toward the Deadheads.

You were torn between preparing for getting familiar with the feeling of pestering emptiness in you and hoping he’d be there, alive and well, when the sun comes up. The rational part of you wanted to settle for the former choice: Minho and Thomas got lucky the first time around, it seems unlikely that Minho will get lucky the second time.

All of a sudden, the walls seemed quite tempting. But you continued to run, focusing your eyes on the obliviously mourning Gladers as you went. Gally – the person who made sure you had enough to eat, Thomas – the boy who never let you anywhere near the Maze doors, Chuck – the little brother who always lifted your spirits with his innocent yet wise insights… they all loved you, needed you.

You reached the crowd of trees, finally, and leant against the nearest tree you could find. You began to process everything, - well, you tried – but the tears came flowing down uninvited.

You promised. You thought, the idea ripping your heart to pieces. He did promise. He always does.

Every now and then, when time calls for it (or when Alby says so), you watched Newt prepare for a day in the Maze, pushing away the obvious uncertainty of whether he’d return or not.

One night you told Newt about your concerns, and ever since, he always promised that he’d return to you, that he’d be careful, that he’d watch the time. He always kept his promise… until now.

He promised.

Your thoughts lingered to the boy, the boy you entrusted your life to.

The boy whose arms you slept in every night, who vowed to make you both a new life outside the Maze, who always put you first before anyone including him, whose voice you wake up to every morning – husky, thick and loving.

It was fully dark now, and you remained still, uncertain of what to do. A flickering light began to ease its way towards you.

“Y/N?” Thomas.

Gally held the torch in his hands. Both boys looked at you sympathetically, eyes fresh of tears.

“Let’s get you to your room,” Thomas whispered, voice cracking.

When you didn’t respond, he lifted you up in his arms and began walking to yours and Newt’s room, Gally leading the way with the light.

The bed was uncannily cold. The room was too quiet and still, and it formed an ache in your stomach, a certain emptiness you knew would never leave.

Sleep never came. Instead, tears you willed to stop never did. You only felt your eyes get heavier when the sun’s rays began peeking through the door, and sleep finally found you.

The boys probably didn’t bother waking you, because you woke to the boys’ voices, Alby’s the loudest, commanding the Track-Hoes to lift the craters elsewhere.

The tears threatened to arrive along with the thought of his absence. Consciousness fully took over, and you shut your eyes then rolled to your side and let yourself grieve.

Well, you tried to roll to your side.

You opened them slowly to see a hint of pale skin and tousled light brown hair. Your fingers ran across the bare back that faced you. A hint of familiarity hit you, and you let your fingers dance to his hair.

Newt.

“I’m sorry…” he whispered, his back remained facing you.

You didn’t respond, and you withdrew your fingers. He took the opportunity to turn around and look at you.

His gaze was intense and apologetic, but he was also determined to get a response out of you. He reached for your hand and placed it on his bare chest.

“Talk to me, love.” His expression was worried, and he pressed his hand on yours.

You kept your gaze on your hands on his chest. You missed him, truly. But you were angry at him for worrying you so much. For breaking his promise, technically.

“I was ready to jump off the wall.” It was all you can say. You didn’t want to say it, but the second bitterness overtook your thoughts, the words rolled off your tongue. And for the first time in two years, you saw Newt cry.

It was a gentle sob, two tears rolled off his cheeks and his shoulders didn’t shake. He didn’t move at all.

You were both silent for a long while and you were contemplating leaving when Newt took you in his arms, tightly. It was a wonderful feeling. Home.

You began sobbing again, curled up in his arms, your own arms embracing yourself under his. He pressed his forehead on your head, rubbing your back. When you finally calmed down, he spoke.

“I’m not doing that again, love. Ever.”

“That’s very convincing, Newt.” You spat bitterly, and you felt him cringe. The  guilt came as soon as the words left. You whispered a soft apology.

“I love you, Y/N, in case you’ve forgotten already.” He breathed deeply. “If that is the case, I’ll remind you every day.”

“I love you, too.” It was barely audible. You felt an unexplainable peace, knowing that the boy you loved so dearly, your safety and the responsible captor of your heart, was here in your bed, willingly yours in return.

“I think of you, y’know.” He commented. “Every time I run in there, all I could bloody think of is what I can give you out there.”

You remained silent, giving him nothing but a sniff.

“I wouldn’t be doing this if you weren’t here. I do all this for you. Just say the word, love, whatever you want, I’ll dedicate my life to finding it.”

You raised your chin up, your nose just under his jaw. You breathed in his all-too-familiar scent and relished in the feeling of his bare skin against yours, emerging butterflies in your stomach.

You.” It came as a whisper, but the weight of the word remained the same. “I want you.”

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and another thing

the opening scene from million dollar ghost

you have vlad trying to be all menacing with the behemoth

(this cap really just speaks for itself)

ooh so spooky frightening what’re you gonna do now

and then he STOMP

he does a got damn toddler stamp over the portal like his mother just told him to go pick up his toys

i swear,, to god

not to mention the whole way that scene was set up–it was uncannily similar to the way danny/and friends get themselves into a problem in under two and a half minutes pretty much every other episode. yes, the screen treated vlad a little differently because he’s an antagonist, but the parallel is still very much there.

do i care too much about count dadula? yes. i do.