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✙ ;; wolfofpain. )
newtxglue
“Who are you? I’ve never seen you in this town before."
❛ You wouldn't recognize me, I reckon, considerin' I only got here a few weeks back. It's quite the story as to why, but i suppose i won't go into too much detail. Name's Newt. ❜
✙ ;; sorcierexcachee. )
↱ ↚ இ ↛ ↲
———‘๑’-｡ ❛ why… are you under my table? ❜
❛ because. i like it under here. ❜
✙ ;; cami o'connell. )
new orleans hadn’t felt like home in months. since the war between the supernatural world had begun, she began to crave a life with less compilations. she slowly started to remove herself from all of the drama. it wasn’t like she was throwing in the towel, she just had to focus herself and her school work. as much as she wanted to she figured it would just lead her down the wrong path. a distraction at this point in her life could possibly turn her upside down. putting the death of her uncle behind her wasn’t something that came easy for her. the pain hadn’t subsided yet the more she pushed it away the harder it became. ———— { it became easier to place an act behind all of the pain that came with kieran’s passing. at this point in her life she had no family left. the witches had managed to take away the two people she cared for most. } whenever she thought of her brother she could feel her heart break into a million pieces. she had never come to terms with his death. what the witches had done to her family was unforgivable. yet she had to walk around with her head held high out on the streets of the french quarter. her job now became something on her to-do-list, she no longer had the enthusiasm to keep herself happy there. of course there were some perks that came with working at a bar. she surprised to see a teenage boy walk into Rousseau’s, this wasn’t something she saw that often. there was something about the boy that caught her eye, it was as if she had seen him before, it felt like she was staring into her past. with every step he took towards her the more anxious she became. then suddenly in the back of her mind it clicked, he boy looked like a younger version of sean. this had to be some sort of trick none of this possibly be real. when she heard him speak it was like her world a sharp left turn. she would have to keep her cool, she couldn’t scare the boy away.
"Yes, that would be me. How can I help you?”
it's all quite weird, really. a month ago he was with his mom, never asking too many questions, not even knowing he had questions to ask... but now here he was. new orleans. & even if things were as strange as they'd ever been, he couldn't help but like it. not only was the town one of the best he's ever been in, but there were the people. there was something eccentric about them that only made him want more of it all. now flash forward to the time to speak, & he's nervous. nervous because, shit, he did not plan this out. & even though winging it seemed like an okay plan before, he's not entirely sure about that now. but he's doing it anyway, because he NEEDS to. because he PROMISED himself that he would. plus, he had gotten her attention now & there wasn't much space for going back, even if he truly wanted to.
" right, okay... you've got any time to talk? " & with that, he figures, if she doesn't have time then it just wasn't meant to be for him. the timing was off, leaving him bound with the inevitability of bad luck. because everything happens for a reason, right? & perhaps he wasn't destined to have some happy ending with some ounce of family in there. but there's still that hope in there that she will talk to him. that he won't chicken out & he will tell his story. so he's sat there, sad eyes paired with a frown, waiting to see if the odds were with him.
✙ ;; davina claire. )
ஐ*.:｡ ————- ❝ well you don’t really look like it. ❞
she thinks for a moment that maybe she was being too bossy. that people would notice that they weren’t really a couple. but one look around, & she can tell that no one was even batting an eye & that they were pulling it off fine. OKAY; so maybe she’s a bit nervous too. she’s definitely worried about one of the people who wants her dead seeing her & newt. or the people who hate her. or the people who don’t hate her. the point is, she doesn’t want newt getting hurt for just holding her hand. so maybe this is why she was acting a bit like a brat.
❝ —— i’m sorry about being so damned bossy. i guess my nerves are a bit on the edge too. but we can pull this off, right? ❞ it’s all in good reason though, she likes too think. because she doesn’t know anything about dates, fake or not, unless they’re based off fiction. & then, this is newt. cami’s nephew, british, cute, a normal boy who most likely had a lot more experience than she did in this area. she supposes she’s a bit more calmed down when they sit down, side by side. but her knee may still be vibrating, while she’s awaiting for the red headed friend of theirs to join them. davina claire, after all, was always more a fan or pulling the bandaid off all at once, anyways.
❝ just... trust me, alright? ❞
perhaps he wasn't completely calm, but being nervous was the inevitable. after all, how many dates had he been on before? not many. & with girls he liked? even less. it didn't matter the date wasn't real. because she agreed to it, didn't she? & that had to mean something good.
❝ it's fine ----------- you're fine. we'll pull it all off, no more worries at all. ❞ & he really doesn't want her to worry, because she's not the one that normally seems to do so. but then again, maybe she did normally do that, & newt was just too focused on everything else to notice. & that is exactly what the problem is. he's too focused on all the details of everything to realize he has nothing to worry about. but that was the boy for you, worrying about anything & everything he possibly could handle. so he may be nervous, but he's telling himself to calm down. & that is exactly what he does. & for the most part, it works. they show up five minutes later. ( & he knows that, because of course he was keeping track! )
✙ ;; wednesday adams. )
⋉∸∴ ⇷ ⋇ ⇸ ∴∸⋊ ——- ❛keep staring like that ;; ——— perhaps i’ll get lucky & your face will get [ stuck ] in that position.❜
❛ .... ❜
❛ right. well, good luck with that. 's all just a bloody myth. ❜
"I'm officially off the rails. You should try it."
in which you send me skins memes and i be happy
he looks over at her, clear confusion shown onhis face. he’s not sure if that’s a good thing or abad thing, but he knows what it sounds like. & itdoesn’t sound good. so a part of him is worried forher, yes. but then another part envies her. becausewhy was it so easy for her to lose track of reality?why was he not allowed that same luxury?it wasall up to him. but for the sake of the glade, therewas no way he’d be ’off the rails’ anytime soon. so he’s sitting there silent when he decides to shrugs it off. he switches his eye contact fully back to the wall. his gaze seems unfocused as he thinks for a second before saying anything more. he was the glue, after all, & if he couldn’t keep things together, who could? who would? ❝ no… i can’t go off the bloody rails, teresa. i’ve got to be okay. ❞
☓ Dear Me,~
send me something like this and i'll write to you!!!
Dear Davina Claire, October 20th, 2014
Hello. Do we still greet each other? I don’t know. Shows you how normal it is for all of us. How’s your day? How’re you feeling? None of that seems to matter, though, because you’re not here. And if you’re not here, I can’t ask those things. Because where are you? Starting to seem like I’ll never know. And I’m trying to be okay with that. I’m not.
I’ve never been too good with words, but I’d like to think this’ll do proper justice to what I’m trying to say. What am I trying to say? That’s probably what you’re wondering right now, so that’s exactly what I’ll tell you.
It’s getting bad, Davina. I’m not sure how much longer I want to stay sane without you here. I like you a lot, & I know that you think you know that, but you really don’t. Because there’s certain extents of ‘like’, aren’t there? There’s the liking for my friends, for being there. The liking for my old cat I had in year five, till we found out we couldn’t house pets in that shit flat. There’s the liking of my favourite things, the best ones. Then, at the complete other end of the scale, there’s that liking for you. & I’m only telling you this because I am 70% sure you won’t get this note anyway. & because i’m not sure how much longer I’m going to last without you.
it’s totally unfair, you know? You let me get bloody infatuated in the whatever time we had together, then send me a letter telling me you’ve got to drop the face of the planet for a while? It’s not bloody fair at all, Davina, & I really wish I could hate you for it. Like, really, really wish that. & not the kind of hate I’m supposed to pretend to have for you. Because that’s all just bollocks.
You know what else is complete rubbish? The fact that I can’t send my girlfriend best friend a letter because I have no clue where she bloody goes about anymore. Sad, innit?
I know you don’t want me looking for you, but how much longer can this go on? There’s got to be some point where I’m allowed to ask questions & get real answers. Because it’s not okay. & I tired to make it okay, believe it was okay. All for you. But it never was. & Davina, these past few weeks have been utter shit without you. You’ve got to understand that. You’re the only thing that’s been on my mind through the lot of it all. Especially at night. I guess they were right when they said you’re most lonely at night. It’s when all I want’s to talk to you… Really talk.
It sort of makes me think I’d be better off packing my bags & heading on home. Home, miles & miles away, back all the way in the bloody UK. Where I can forget it all. But then I really think & I know that won’t do any good. Just would make me a selfish bastard. At least here I’ve got Cami, right?
I’m going to stop here, but before I do, I just want you to know that I’m not finished just yet. & I don’t quite think I ever will be. So… bye. For now.
Sincerely, Goodnight, Best Regards, Newt
☓ Dear [newt aka me]
Send me a “Dear —-” and I will write my honest feelings to them. [ask]
Dear Newt, Here’s your first piece of advice for surviving in the French Quarter without me: Stick around Cami. Your second piece: Hayley isn’t as scary as you think. Be nice to her, respect her, and the same will be given back to you. Promise. And here’s a favor that I ask: I know you must be confused. The first question to pop in your head is most likely why I’m not just texting you this. Or calling you. That’s because, I think if I do that, I’ll chicken out to what I want to say and end up saying something that doesn’t matter whatsoever. So you get a note. I think it’s more romantic memorable anyways. I’m still in New Orleans. Just hidden. There’s i You have too In this life that Cami, Hayley, and I are living, it’s not normal. I know it sounds cliché, but just bare with me, okay? Things aren’t as they seem. As I’m sure you know, New Orleans has a lot of history. In history books, websites, articles, there’s rumors. Rumors about women being able to do things out of the ordinary, about men who are stronger than the average human and can live forever, about families that turn into wolves on the full moon. Rumors have to come from somewhere, right? I’m a witch. Other people we know, who we’ve talked too. Witches, vampires, werewolves, people called hybrids who are half vampire, half werewolf. I can’t tell you who, because it’s not mine to tell. But I can tell you about me. I’m 16. I turn 17 on November 13th. I first got a cell phone only a few months ago. The Great Gatsby is my favorite classic. The 50’s and 60’s are most likely my favorite era. I’m a witch. I used to be a part of a coven. I used to be something called a Harvest Girl — meant to be sacrificed to grant our coven with more magic in the future. I was scared. I am scared. I will most likely always be scared. I don’t like burgers. I’ve died twice. It was a slit across the neck. I’ve never been kissed. I’ve killed a group of witches after they tried to get to me and hurt Cami in the process. Never had a boyfriend. I watched 3 other girls die in front of me. I suck at science. I’ve watched one of my best friends/could be boyfriend die because of me. I like classical music, jazz music. I care about Cami, Hayley, Rebekah, and a baby that I’ve never met. Josh is my best friend. My last best friend tried to kill Hayley’s baby and treated me like crap after coming back to life. I care about you. I don’t want you getting hurt. Advice number three: Don’t mess with Klaus or Elijah. I’ll deal with that. I’m where nobody knows, because I’ve done something that’s going to hurt people. If people ask about me, if you know where I am, say we had a fight, say you hate me. That I did something. Ask Marcel to compel you to forget about me, he’ll know what I mean. Don’t… forget about me. You, Josh, Cami, Marcel, I care about all of you. You in a I don’t - I can’t lose anyone I love care about. You are my top You and Cami are my top priority. But I’m going to keep you safe, all of you. Just don’t try looking for me, don’t go making deals, it won’t do you any good, not in this city. Just continue living. Please don’t forget about me. Yours Truly, Davina Claire
✙ ;; teresa agnes. )
"W-Would anyone like to tell me what the hell is going on? Because I still have no clue"
" Right. Well if we knew we'd tell you, but we don't bloody know, so i 'spect you should just slim it till we do. 'Less you've got a better idea? "
newtsbae:
“You three rebels are being watched. Don’t even think about trying anything”
sangsterbriens:
@dylanobrien: “@allysonisdead: @dylanobrien what was it like working with @SangsterThomas? #MazeRunnerChat” he’s one of my favorite humans
@dylanobrien: “@CityOfIanOShea: @SangsterThomas What was it like working with @dylanobrien? #MazeRunnerChat” he loved it
newtforisaacnewton:
when i find myself in times of trouble
mother minho comes to me
speaking words of wisdom
be careful, don’t die
✙ ;; katherine. )
" are you okay ? "
“ 'm just bloody fantastic. what made you think any different? "
"I hate you"
x. five
❝ you were never supposed to find out this way! ❞
& the second he says that, he knows he probablyshouldn’t have. because, really, how is that doing his case any better? it’s not. but he knows what hemeans & all he wishes he could do is just explain itwithout sounding like the biggest idiot there ever was.but that’s not possible, is it. because newt sort of is ani d i o t , & maybe he just had to accept that. ( except he really isn’t. he’s just not particularly okay with letting people down. & him hiding whatever he was hiding always ended up letting him & that person down. yet still, he continued to hide it. & that was no way to live. )
Send me "I hate you" and I'll generate a number from 1-20 to see what my muse will say in response.
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