Sep 21, 2025
ummm so WHERE is my dylan obrien and thomas brodie sangster reunion
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ummm so WHERE is my dylan obrien and thomas brodie sangster reunion
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Boyfriend reveal!!
Dance pt2
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(To who asked for a pt2) Sorry that I posted so late today was crazy!!
I didn’t see Newt anywhere around me and decided to hide behind the kitchen, catching my breath but trying not to make so much noise. I peeked out from behind the building but Newt was nowhere to be seen. “Where could he be?” I whispered as quietly as possible. I thought maybe he gave up, but as soon as I was gonna walk away I felt two skinny but shockingly strong arms wrap tightly around my waist, picking me up and spinning me around. “Boo” was all he said, setting me down, as I giggled trying to find my balance from laughing so hard.
“How did I not hear you!” He shrugged, beginning to walk back from behind the building. “I have no idea.” He. Chuckled, The way he looked at me made me melt. He made me calm and I felt safe around him, like I could do anything or attempt anything and he would cheer me on the whole way through. We walked for a while longer in comfortable silence before stopping at my hut. Alby gave me my own since the boys would always try and watch me change. Newt was tired of trying to keep an eye on all of them. “Well, here we are.” He held a small smile on his face.
“Would you like to come in? I wanna talk some more.” I smiled, wrapping my arms around his neck and giving him a big hug.
“I really shouldn’t Y/n. You know guys aren’t supposed to be in your hut.” He said returning the hug.
“Untrustworthy guys, which last time I checked aren't you.” He cocked an eyebrow still holding me close.
“Who says that?”
“Me. Now come on, I wanna show you something. We can even keep the door open all the way if you would like?”
A small smirk emerged on his bright red lips. “As long as the door stays open.”
I smiled, dragging him in, leaving the door wide open as I promised. “You can sit on my bed, or in the chair. It’s whatever you're comfortable with.” I shrugged. He smiled widely sitting down in the small armchair Gally had made for me.
“Thank you, love.” I couldn’t help but blush when he called me that.
I grabbed a small box from under my bed and carried it over sitting on the floor, in front of him. “Look!” I opened the box revealing what I had been collecting. Cool rocks, butterfly wings, pieces of jewelry I had made, and dried flowers I had pressed in books.
“Did you really pluck a butterfly?” He laughed. “What no! I found them on the ground. I framed a beautiful white moth, wanna see?” He nodded. I grabbed the moth off of my nightstand, bringing it out and showing him. He grabbed the frame in one hand, having the box sitting on his left thigh. I noticed his other hand waiting for something to be placed in it. “I don’t have anything else.” I giggled.
“Your hand darling.” He never looked up from the nick-nacks as I grabbed his hand and he pulled me to sit on his right thigh. I blushed hard, thankful that he was too busy looking at my so-called treasure to notice. “What’s this?” He asked, holding a small white piece of paper. My eyes went wide realizing that was a letter to him. I wrote it a few months back telling him how much I appreciated him and loved him. “I’m not sure, probably just trash.” I tried grabbing it but he moved it away with a sly smirk on his face. “Your eyes say a lot, you know that?” I just shrugged. He laughed while opening the note and began to read it quietly. The whole time I sat there playing with his fingers out of worry.
I watched him close up the letter, turning to look at me. He took his finger and gently moved my chin to face him. “I’m sorry,” I whispered. “Sorry? That was the sweetest thing I think I have ever read. Y/n, I would love to give us a chance.” A small smile spread across my face and I hugged him, burrowing my nose into the crook of his neck, his arms wrapping around me while I still sat there in his lap. This was the perfect night.
"confío en usted pero no en lo que no puedo ver y disocio de la realidad”
Nel 1880, Frank Griffin, capo di una banda criminale, dà la caccia all'ex protetto Roy Goode. L'inseguimento lo porta a La Belle, in New Mexico, una città abitata, dopo un disastro minerario, quasi interamente da donne.
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