#middle head

[silvertonedwords]

Exactly! He chooses his words carefully, so when he speaks he means it, Tina listens #couplegoals 🥰

I think my favorite thing about the “you’ve gone middle head” thing though is how much it annoys Tina that she loves it. 

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The Three Heads of the Runespoor

(I’ve preciously imagined Newt and Tina’s first kiss happening in the course of comforting one another. Though I’ve been rethinking this concept, and I see it might happen something like this instead...)

“This is balled up!” Tina rose from the chair with fists clenched. She spread her fingers with intention, striving for calm. “You want to go against orders of the Ministry because Dumbledore has a hunch?!”

Newt stood up too, with his mother’s old words as a worm in his ear, ‘When a lady stands, a man stands with her.’ Social expectations could make his head spin if he let them. He didn’t let them. He just thought about staying close to Tina. He figured anything that brought him to that end made sense, even when propriety often made little sense.

“You know with Dumbledore, it’s always a bit more than a hunch.”

Tina folded her arms across her chest. “A BIT more than a hunch? You’re willing to take this kind of risk on a BIT more than a hunch?!”

Newt focused on the crinkles between her eyebrows because her eyes held too much fire right now for him to hold for too long. “I’ve thought about this too, and I believe it could work. We just need to follow the tracks.”

Tina knew this decision was too important to make without his eyes on hers. She stood on tiptoe to catch his gaze and bring it into her.

Newt stayed with the fiery intensity as she dropped her heels back down.

“What tracks?” she asked.

“The Runespoor, naturally. The left head, the planner.”

Tina struggled not to smirk as she recalled their previous conversation about the Runespoor.

“The Runespoor.”

“Yes. If you go right head about this, Tina, then you risk having your head chewed off by the left and middle heads. The right head is the critic. It evaluates the efforts of the left and middle heads with a continuous irritable hissing and a display of venomous fangs. Under those conditions, the left and middle heads frequently band together to bite it off. ...Which explains the relatively short lifespan of the Runespoor.”

Tina pursed her lips, unfolded her arms, and planted her hands to her hips.

Newt glanced at the ceiling, at her narrow boots, up the pearly buttons of her shirt to her neck, and then finally settled on her eyes again. Merlin, she’s beautiful. How is a person supposed to make a point in the presence of such intensity?

Tina held her posture as she took a step toward him.

“Are you saying I’ve gone ‘right head’? Irritable hissing?! Venomous fangs?!!”

“IF... I said IF you go right head.” Oh, I’m in trouble. Paracelsus, please help me. “Your voice is lovely. And so are your... uh... teeth. ...Though I can’t see them just now.”

Newt couldn’t help but smile in the awkward turn this conversation had taken. He stepped a little closer and could hear Tina’s breath catch in the stillness between them.

Mercy Lewis, why is it always like this with him? Tina felt herself melting into that smile of his. Her hands slid from her hips as her body softened. Her lips parted and her mouth opened slightly.

“There they are,” he said, “Your teeth, I mean. They’re lovely. I didn’t intend to imply otherwise.”

His eyes were Central Park in spring. Fresh grass, comfortable for kicking off shoes and skipping in bare feet. Like home. She wanted to crawl inside him. What if I did? What if I just...

She took another step toward him. Their bodies we’re almost touching. “Be careful, Newt.”

“With this?” he whispered, forgetting everything that had come before this moment.

She was referring to the plan, the tracks, the ‘left head of the Runespoor,’ but she answered, “Yes... With THIS.”

The universe collapsed into the space between them, and all at once there was nothing else — nothing except her mouth with his. Tasting. Experiencing the first textures of intimacy. Oh, this is... Reaching. Knowing more of each other with their hands.

Go slow. Came the voice within each of them. You have forever.

But what if we don’t? asked Doubt.

“You’re kissing me,” Tina murmured.

Newt paused, uncertain.

“I was just wondering,” she grinned, “Which heads are we using?”

Newt pulled away to look at her, to understand.

She held tight to his waist. “Left? Right? Middle? You know... the Runespoor.”

He chuckled into a sigh, resting his forehead against hers. Damn, she feels good. “The dreamer.”

“We’ve gone middle head, then?”

“Yes.” He beamed so wide his cheeks hurt. “I’m happy I’m not the only one who uses that expression.”

She kissed him again, losing herself in the fabric of the vision, in the fullness. “I’m happy too.”

[speakbeastypodcast]

On the third day of Christmas, the Newt Case brought to me...a Runespoor. Perfect for anyone who has gone middle head 😉 . 

[overthinkingisasideeffect]

Am I the only one who sees the double reference here?

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Drawings (pencil and watercolour) of Aboriginal carvings at Middle Head and South Head by W. A. Miles. Miscellaneous papers relating to Aborigines, ca. 1839-1871. (State Library of NSW: 823642)

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Holtermann on the Harbour defence gun emplacements, Middle Head, with South Head in the background, American & Australasian Photographic Company, 1870-1875. State Library of NSW (a2825097 / a2825098). 

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Middle Head Sydney Harbour

Middle Head Sydney Harbour

Middle Head

Middle Head on Sydney Harbour houses the remains of Sydney’s original fortifications. Designed to repel an invasion from the sea, these huge concrete structures no longer have their guns, but remain as a reminder of times when Australia thought it was going to be invaded.

The Royal Australian Navystill has a presence in the area with HMAS Penguin still an active naval base. The…

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Orange feather star - Cenolia trichoptera

Middle Head, Sydney Harbour, Australia