sometimes i reblog kind of cultured scientific post, but other time i just wanna reblog some cliché gay memes.
It happened by accident. And I’m straight up going to blame @newtmas and @comebacknow for starting me on this path because of the rarepair with a cat discussions.
This happened:
So…
I turned something angsty (what’s new) and now we’re keeping her.
Sala is our new Fandom Cat.
HCs allowed, fanfic mentions and art totally encouraged. Only rule is you can’t hurt her. Tagged #tmr Sala? #MazeCat #SalamanderMaze What are we using??
tagging @newtmas @comebacknow @newthomally @purplepingupenguins
is she immune? I don’t wanna lose anyone to the virus anymore
Newt walks onto a sandy shore, seeing pretty blue ocean waves and feeling the nice, warm sun beat down on his sensitive soft skin. He takes in a breath, closing his eyes as the salty sea air fills his nostrils and settles into his lungs. Once he exhales, a laughter emerges from far away, coming closer. His dark brown eyes peek open, looking over to see Chuck running for him while Alby, Ben, Winston, and other boys of the Glade who’ve lost their lives follow; all wearing smiles.
“Newt, you made it!” Chuck grins, hugging his waist tightly and Newt places his hands on his back. “Hopefully it wasn’t painful.”
“No, Chucky,” Newt begins, “forgetting would’ve been more painful—more bloody awful.”
Chuck lets him go and all the others give Newt hugs, welcoming him to their own Paradise; a place free of harm, Grievers, WCKD, Cranks, and most importantly, the Flare.
Night fell and the boys all made a fire, sitting around it, and talked of stories of the ones who they left behind. One by one, they each spoke, listing off things that they remembered and what stuck out to them.
It landed on Winston and he cleared his throat. “I remember being in pain in the Scorch, and I wanted to end it, I didn’t want to be a Crank. So Newt … Newt granted me the choice to die how I was—a Slicer of the Glade.”
Chuck was next, smiling as he held up his own little wooden totem that he made of Thomas. “I gave up my life for Thomas, gave him my little carving to remember me by, and while he does that, I carry his. To remember that if I had the choice, I’d do it all over again.”
Newt smiled, hearing him say that because it was true. If Newt had to trust Thomas all over, to choose Thomas, to follow Thomas all over again, he would.
“Newt?” Alby motioned to him. “What about you?”
“Tommy,” he whispered happily. “Tommy, and Minho.” His eyes shifted down to his limp before focusing on the boys. “I thank them for their friendship, for taking care of me … I thank them for trying to save me. I thank them for being my family—my brothers.”
Alby nodded, agreeing and raised his mason jar filled with moonshine. “To brothers!”
Everyone one else joined, raising their jars while Chuck raised a juice pack, cheering, “To brothers!”
The smile never left Newt face and he didn’t mind. He was home.
its been a week, dear creators please stop teasing my feeling
A closeted boy runs the risk of being outed by his own heart after it pops out of his chest to chase down the boy of his dreams.
© Beth David and Esteban Bravo 2017
It’s here! After a year and a half of hard work, we are both so excited to finally share our film with you. Thank you all for your support and encouragement - this film means the world to us, and your kindness and enthusiasm has made this journey all the more meaningful. It is our great pleasure to share with you this labor of love, and we hope with all our hearts that you enjoy watching it as much as we did making it.
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In tribute to Joan Lee, July 6, 2017. She passed on the day of the premiere for Spiderman: Homecoming.
