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– THEIR HANDS FIT TOGETHER NATURALLY, the same way they used to when they were half this age. blair acts like she’s not scared of anything, like she loves the danger – but she loves the safety, too, the comfort of easily interlaced fingers. and maybe her heart softens, just a little. “ well damn, i’m sorry i have to take a rain check on that romantic date by the dumpsters, but i PERSONALLY prefer a crowded bathroom stall when it comes to planning a takedown of the patriarchy. that, or a really cozy sewer. but, you know, a dumpster’s sweet. ” blair doesn’t really know where she’s going, but she takes the lead anyway – a sort of sad metaphor for her life, but an apt comparison to her friendship with newt. he could easily tell her where he’s parked his car, but she tugs him along, meandering through the parking lot in search of his vehicle. “ a-ha ! ” she beams when she spots his car, bounding over and kicking it lightly with her shoe for good measure, “ the mothership. ” she hoists herself up onto the trunk, sitting so that her feet dangle and she’s practically eye-level with newt. the mention of LA makes her chest feel hollow with the weight of keeping secrets, and sort of ashamed. after all, she loves the way newt looks at her now, with joy and gentle admiration. the truth would end that, certainly. “ oh, not just any guy, ” she winks, “ only the cute ones. ”

NEWT’S NOSE IMMEDIATELY WRINKLES AT the thought of a bathroom stall, his recent memories of public bathrooms coming back to him unpleasantly. god. “i think i’m about done with meetings in public restrooms  — long story, don’t ask — but you know, a sewer sounds kind of interesting. maybe we’ll run into a killer clown whilst there, and get a head start on taking down evil with him.” newt swings their hands idly as they walk, more to goof off a bit than anything else. but he lets go of blair’s hand when she spots his car, laughing as she christens it with a little kick even as he says, “oi, oi, come on now, she’s delicate.” he smiles as she hoists herself onto the trunk, easily moving to rest his hands on the cool metal on either side of her, leaning on them as he looks at her with genuine amusement at her wink. “wow. you know, if i didn’t know better i’d think you were trying to tempt me into more than just drugs...” newt leans in to briefly rest his head on blair’s shoulder for a second, sighing tiredly before he’s straightening, scratching his cheek, and finally moving to the driver side of his car. “alright, give me a second okay, i’m pretty sure i’ve got a lighter in here somewhere.” newt plops down into the driver’s seat whilst blowing out a long breath, opening his glove compartment and rummaging around in it, searching his cup holders, his console, and then — “ah, here the little fucker is!” newt calls out the door as he holds up the little bic lighter for blair to see smile bright as he cranes his neck to try and see her around the car. he makes his way back to her with the glow of that triumph still surrounding him, stopping in front of her to flick his thumb over the spark wheel and offer her the flame with a playful bow and easy, “the light you asked for, madame.” 

#x. | interactions. #r.n. | interactions. #i. | newt and blair.

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ttylfern‌:

he laughed at newt’s facial expression. “oh, shut up!” three little girls waiting in line for the apple picking game stared at the two of them so hard, fern felt himself start to feel embarrassed until he remember he was more than twice their age. without newt noticing – or so fern hoped – he mean mugged the three of them back causing them to fall out one by one. lowering his voice, he continued,”i didn’t mean to watch them. i really thought something else was happening – looked violent.” fern couldn’t hold in the stifled laugh that came from his own ignorance in the situation. “i’m not a fucking peeping tom, jerk off – i witnessed… a crime really. that’s illegal right?” 

newt can’t help but snort in amusement at fern’s reply, eyes already crinkling with his grin when he notices fern glaring at a gaggle of little girls. a bark of laughter escapes him as he smacks his friend gently on the arm, his own shoulders shaking with laughter as he says, “fern, stop that, dear god. you’re going to scare them, and they’re going to tell their parents and what then? i’m more than sure kath will not hesitate to ban us both.” newt huffs another laugh at fern’s explanation, shaking his head before he fondly teases, “aw, you’re right fern. you are the true victim here. and public indecency really is technically illegal, so.” newt arches a brow. “if you like we can give your statement to the police. get those criminals put behind bars immediately.” 

#x. | interactions. #r.n. | interactions. #i. | newt and fern.

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trust your mother’s opinion on people

#r.n. | musings. #rip to newt's old blog

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newt blinks as she speaks, more out of surprise that he’s the one being spoken to than anything else. he glances around him just to check, looking left, and then right, before he determines that nope. he is truly the only one in the mall hallway at the moment, and gigi levi is, for some unknown reason, speaking directly to him. it was the kind of thing he never would have expected to ever happen in his lifetime in high school. honestly, he’s still not quite sure why it’s happening now. "um... no offense.” newt starts gently before he’s arching a brow and very bluntly if a bit awkwardly saying, “but i can’t imagine how it wouldn’t. send the wrong message, i mean. at least to your employers, the customers will likely love it.” newt can pretty confidently say that because, while he’s never been in limited too, he understands their demographic. young girls, teenage girls, girls in their early twenties, all with a shared love for... clothes. the interests seem to line up. newt blinks after a moment of trailing off, raising a hand to his chest as he adds, “but what would i know! that’s just my opinion and i’ve never even read cosmopolitan or been in limited too. and i didn’t even know it was... the season of rejuvenation, so.” newt shrugs a second before gesturing to gigi and awkwardly adding, “if you want to tell the world you’re a cutie via sweatpants labeling, than i think you should go for it.”��

as soon as 9 pm hit, gigi felt the sweet relief of temporary freedom. her shift was over and she could finally go off and do whatever she pleased. walking out from the store, her energy changed as she heard the saccharine sounds of mmmbop change to no diggity. as she skipped off to whoever was unlucky enough to be in her presence, her irritating southern twang was at it again. “ my gosh, i love this time of year !! you know, this month’s cosmopolitan magazine says that it’s the perfect time for rejuvenation. you can change up your house, change up your partner, and change up your life. isn’t that so refreshing ?? i’m thinking of changing up my style. let me tell you, i bought this one pair of sweatpants the other day and it had ‘cutie’ on the butt. i was obsessed !! it’s a whole new look for me !! i just hope it doesn’t send the wrong message for work tomorrow. “

#x. | interactions. #r.n. | interactions. #i. | newt and gigi.

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@blairfm !

#dyn. | newt and blair. #high school shenanigans?? MAYBE SO

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#r.n. | musings. #djsdjsj yup

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Say You Will (2017) Directed by Nick Naveda

#d.d. | musings. #d.d. | wanted.

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i wanted to share maybe the funniest thing ive ever read with you guys

#d.d. | musings.

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#r.n. | musings. #tumblr gave me back the blog but it's not like i can use it now #hate this for me

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blairfm‌:

– “OKAY, IT’S A GOOD THEORY, BUT YOU’RE IGNORING THE LARGER CONSPIRACY HERE,” she points a finger at him, right between the eyes as she looks at him with a nature of sincerity – as she usually does before she’s about to spin into something that’s even bigger bullshit than what deon is so earnestly spewing. “ you have to think – there’s always a bigger evil out there, and i think someone wanted to GET RID of the furbies, you know, because they knew too much,” she narrows her eyes slightly, “ you following ? ” blair leans in close, resting her hand on his kneecap, “ it’s the fucking CIA. lee harvey oswald didn’t do SHIT, you know it, i know it, those fucking furbies know it, they were probably IN ON IT, and the CIA’s got to cover their tracks before one of those fluffy guys starts squealing to the press for a bit of extra change. they’re hanging out in a chuck e. cheese for christ’s sake, they’re falling on HARD TIMES, ” you’d think she had a corkboard behind her with lines of red string, leading from furbies all the way to JFK. “ so, your chucky theory is cute and all, but that’s exactly what the government wants you to think. some petty feud between animatronics, when really, we’re talking about assassination, ” she lowers her voice at the last bit, like she’s worried she’ll get SHOT if someone overhears her. “ anyway, you can’t tell anyone or else, you know – i’d have to kill you. ” 

DEON JAW HAS DROPPED BY THE END OF OF BLAIR’S EXPLANATION, DARK EYES AS WIDE AS SAUCERS AS HE SAYS, “holy fucking shit!” at some point during her spiel he had leaned into her in some combination of interest and shock but as she finishes he finally leans back, hand rubbing over his jaw as he tries to let all of that information sink in. it takes a minute, as it usually does, but before long deon’s wide eyes are zeroing in on blair again, “wait, you’re gonna kill me? hold up,” deon gasps a second before he’s leaning back into blair, forehead nearly brushing hers with his closeness as he whispers, “blair... dude, are you fuckin’ with the cia? like,” deon waves a hand, “not, like, fucking with them. but like fucking with them!” deon tries to scan her face for any hints, brows furrowed before he’s straightening up to very sincerely put a hand to his heart. “if you are, i won’t fuckin’ tell anybody! i swear on my life, man! and like, the life of mariah carey, who means more to me than anyone else, so you know i’m legit!” deon nods emphatically with the words for a second before he’s leaning back into blair, resting both elbows on his knees as he whispers, “cause like, otherwise, how do you know all this stuff like... have you got a source? a mole?” deon gasps as an idea occurs to him, eyes widening as he arches a brow and asks, “a rabbit? dude. would be cooler than a mole. just sayin’.” deon is quiet for a moment, gaze far off and unfocused before he’s shaking his head slowly and admitting, “god, i feel kind of bad for the furbies now, bro... like yeah they’re gremlins and they’re assholes but... they’re really just out here trying to chill and the governement wants to fuckin’ kill them? that’s fuckin’ heavy, bruh...so not cool.” deon shakes his head disappointedly for another few moments before he’s abruptly perking up, eyes wide as he quietly exclaims, “oh shit, do you think the government got ‘em? is that why they’re not in the toy store anymore? not because they ran from the scene of the crime, but because they’re now prisoners of the government! dude! the furbies could be getting waterboarded as we speak!” 

#x. | interactions. #d.d. | interactions. #stop i lOVE IT LMAO #i. | deon and blair. #tw torture #just for the waterboarding mention idk sdkjdsjk

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erinparkers‌:

“look i’ll apologize, i went too far in putting that image in your head but at the end of the day it’s your fault for bringing him up of all people in your list of scenarios. you set yourself up for that and i had to take the bait, you gave me no other option.” while erin always had a flair for the dramatics it was always in a subtle way, little lies and shows she’d put on to trick people, playing the role she had designated for herself since her youth. with newt he brought out a different side of it, over the top and hilarious, the two of them always going above and beyond, and he was one of the only people who could make her smile till her mouth hurt. she had to love him for that, being one of the only people she could feel safe enough around to do that. “that’s because i mind my own business, i do my own thing and stay away from even a chance of that happening. it’s all apart of the perks of being so independent.” it was a nice way to put a spin on her having always avoided her parents, them pushing her away, making sure she’d never want to be around them in any setting. she had no reason to seek them out and accidentally see that, hiding herself in her room or spending as much time out of her home as she could. she could hardly say what her parents relationship even was, if there was love there or not, passion. her own family were strangers to her, only knowing each other in the wounds they loved to dig into each others skin. “well don’t sound so hesitant, it should be considered an honor to win me something. of all the people here i chose you for that job.” she’d rather it be him than anyone else, be able to relax without her guard up, her walls and her act a shield for her. she did it to herself, and sometimes it was fun to do, but more often than not she was exhausted by it. she was exhausted by herself and this life she found herself living, but what other option did she have but to do that? “why not? it’s just a little bit of fun, we can even place bets on who here is most likely to fall for it and give in.” despite their closeness they had very different ideas of fun when it came to such things, newt often being more of her brain than she was. erin was all impulse, jump right into things and get what she wanted, not thinking of consequences. newt was the one usually to stop her when he could, though most of the times he wasn’t quick enough, or she didn’t share soon enough for him to help. “maybe this was all just a front, me protecting myself because i know you could never love me back.” again she spoke with their over the top dramatics, wishing she had chosen newt as someone to fall for. it’d be a lot less painful than the choices she had made for herself, even if he did reject her in that other universe. “no, i would not let that happen. your hair is your signature thing, i don’t know if i’d even be able to be friends with you if you shaved it off. i’d have to buy you a wig just to make you tolerable to be around. fine, if you’re going to be so serious about the logistics of it then i’ll buy it for you personally.”

“yeah, yeah, just blame the guy who talks too much and doesn’t think before he speaks. typical. criminal.” newt replies in amusement at erin’s response, eyes warm with his fondness as he glances at her. honestly, it was always fun to muck around with erin like this. newt was pretty sure that they’d known each other long enough that the back and forth was second nature, and sometimes you just needed that. you just needed to not think, and to laugh, and well, that wasn’t all the they did of course. sometimes thing’s weren’t this good. but newt could happily appreciate when they were. he arches a brow at erin’s confident reply, lips curving even as he attempt to stifle his smile with his curious, “oh, is it? well. excuse me. i didn’t realize i was speaking to hilary clinton herself. will you be offering a seminar on how to achieve your level of familial emancipation? will you teach me your ways?” the teasing is gentle because well, newt knows what’s really thinly veiled in those comments and he’s hoping not to disturb too much of it because he’s been there. he understands it. honestly, he’s been striving for his own independence, otherwise known as freedom, from his family for as long as he can remember. he knows that erin’s different, though. that some part of her at least used to want her father’s approval, and newt can only imagine that that’s worse. he hasn’t sought out his parents approval ever, from what he can remember. their love, maybe but, well. he’s honestly even stopped doing that. “oh, i’m sorry i didn’t realize what a privilege i’d been given. my mistake.” newt puts a hand over his heart as he sorrowfully shakes his head, lips twitching as he asks her, “would you like to play that interaction through again and i’ll revise my response? i promise this time i will bring the proper level of excitement to the performance.” newt gives erin a pointed look at her question, shaking his head with a purse of his lips as he says, “... oh come on, erin, you know i’ve never been a big gambler. there are too many variables, i get too anxious about it, it brings back memories of my father’s crippling cat fighting gambling addiction, which can not lead to anything good when combined with my past trauma with chuck e cheese...” newt hopes the joke will distract erin from her goal, but he’s not holding out on it. when erin gets something in her mind newt isn’t sure there’s much anyone can do to stop her from doing it. and even if there was anyone who could, newt isn’t entirely sure it would be him. newt huffs a laugh at erin’s dramatics, eyes crinkling with it as he says, “oh, come on now, erin, this is getting less believable by the seconds. there’s not a person in the world who wouldn’t be able to love you.” newt means it, even if he doesn’t quite expect her to believe it. erin was... a lot, but she was a lot of good for the most part. she would be easy to love. newt should know, he loves her. even if it’s not romantic, it still counts. newt snorts at her retort, shaking with his laughter as he says, “a wig! god, you’d have to get me another beer just to get me into it. you’d have to keep me liquored up until the end of time, erin. is that what you want?” newt asks with an arch of his brow, “to turn me into a drunk all because you can’t stand the sight of my bare scalp?” 

#x. | interactions. #r.n. | interactions. #i. | newt and erin.

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blairfm‌:

– “OH, COME ON,” A SLY GRIN CROSSES HER FEATURES AT THE SIGHT OF HIM. blair pretends to be a lot of people, but not around newt – it’s simple, like being naked, but…better. “ don’t act like you weren’t tempted, huh ? ” she winks before turning on her heel, standing behind him as she rests her chin on his shoulder, reaching her hand around to dangle the joint in front of him. “ as if you don’t want to hit this with me – cause you’re mr. goody-two-shoes now ? ” her eyebrows arch slightly before she’s moving wildly again, skipping forward until she’s walking backwards two paces in front of him. sometimes it’s hard to tell the difference between when she’s fucked up and sober, the way she moves around like a marionette on a string, guided by some otherworldly force of nature. that, and her seemingly boundless energy that will diminish the second she steps behind the counter in the mall. so, she’s procrastinating – so what ? newt has arrived with the perfect distraction: his presence. and god, she adores him for it – just like she adores him for much else. she holds out her hand to him, “ then lead me to your chariot, monsieur, i don’t have all night ! ” 

“OH, I DON’T KNOW WHAT YOU’RE TALKING ABOUT. i’m a model citizen.” newt has to laugh as she dances around him, still that kinetic, beautiful ball of energy she’s always been. he can’t explain how reassured he was to have blair come back and see that this part of her hadn’t changed. honestly, he hoped it never did. he playfully gasps at the joint dangled in front of his face, making a joking grab at it before he’s turning his face towards hers, nose practically in her hair for the moment before she’s moving again. “... fine. maybe i was a little tempted. just,” newt brings a hand up to demonstrate, pinching his thumb and forefinger about an inch apart as he squints an eye closed before he’s dropping the hand with a lopsided grin. he doesn’t hesitate at the offer of blair’s hand, lips twitching up into a smile as he reaches for it and interlaces their fingers. “oh, don’t you? and here i was hoping we could spend the next twenty four hours by the dumpster. y’know, talking about our feelings, bringing down the patriarchy, etcetera...” newt allows blair to continue to lead them despite the fact that she can’t possibly know where his car is, and honestly, it kind of reminds him of when they were kids. a lot of things have changed, but that hasn’t. and maybe it never will. maybe when they’re both old an grey newt will still be wheeling his little old man wheelchair frantically after blair, desperately trying to keep up. as it is now newt simply scans the parking lot for oncoming cars as blair walks backwards, instinctively being her eyes as he teases, “madame, i hope this wasn’t what you were doing in la? just happily going into the cars of guys who promised you lighters, and candy, and a good time if only you’d jump into their passenger seat?”

#x. | interactions. #r.n. | interactions. #i. | newt and blair. #i had muse for this so i guess it's spoiling kati hours today #also you're right kati.... it's only downhill from here skjsjk

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“...GOOD LORD, I’VE HEARD ABOUT this.” newt jokes upon stopping in front of blair, gaze already warm with some amount of fondness at just the sight of her. he was finished his shift and pretty bored as he impatiently waited to go home, but he knew that would no longer be the case with blair around. blair was good for a lot of things in newt’s opinion, but entertainment was definitely one of them. he hadn’t been bored around her for even an instant since the moment he met her, and he didn’t exactly expect that to change now. “pretty young women in alley ways attempting to lure innocent bystanders in and tempt them into doing drugs.” newt shakes his head as if deeply disappointed as he lets his hands slip into his pockets, brow arching as he says, “well, i’m sorry to say it, miss, but your wily temptation will not work on me. i say no to drugs. i’ve said no to drugs since long ago.” newt is silent for a moment before he drops the act with a sheepish shrug of his shoulders, smile almost embarrassed as he admits. “...also, i’m pretty sure i left my lighter at kit’s. i might have a spare in my car though?”

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– HER SHIFT IS IN TEN MINUTES, so…that’s probably adequate time to smoke a joint and chill outside near the dumpster and still arrive right on schedule – which happens to be fifteen minutes late. she pulls the joint out of a tin in her leather purse, fumbling around in the bag for a lighter – nothing. she can see it in her mind now: sitting right on her nightstand next to the ashtray, covered in stickers. fuck. so, she waves down the first person that passes by. 

“ hey-o, ” she greets cheerfully, “ got a light ? ” she waves the joint in the air, rocking it back and forth precariously on her fingertips with confidence. “ i’ll share. ”

#x. | interactions. #r.n. | interactions. #sdkjdsjk this is already getting longer kati i'm sorry ily #i. | newt and blair.

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ofsilcnce‌:

even wren could tell when he had taken something too far. so he dropped the whole stick, letting himself get shoved off of kit, pretending to stumble even further away to give the two of them space. his hands going up in surrender, “dudes, come on i was kidding-” of course, wren wasn’t the funny guy. jokes weren’t his thing. it was easy for him to see why the two of them wouldn’t see it. it possibly didn’t help how poorly wren was at expressing care for people, and unfortunately, these were people he cared about. so as he was trying to explain himself, a fist came flying at his face. wren had taken a punch or two in his life. he had taken many in fact. as soon as the punch landed, wren took it, staying in place. not even reacting as if something had happened. “alright dick face, i’ll let you have that one. but you do that again i’ll fucking kick your god damn teeth in, so don’t fucking test me.” his voice was dark, his glare was intense. “look, this shit is fucking awkward, and neither of you are fucking helping. like dudes come on, not like we don’t all fucking know each other, not like we hang out with anyone else in this shitty fucking mall,” his hand ran through his shaggy curls, “you two are the buddies here so don’t fucking focus whatever the fuck y’all have on me,” he looked between them, his eyes lingering on newt. he didn’t know if newt ever told anyone they fucked around together. and he wasn’t trying to throw that mess in here too, so he hoped newt could see that through his look. that he did remember what they had gone through.

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“jesus christ, kit--” newt startles from where he’s honestly just attempting to wash his hands at kit’s punch, brows furrowing in his confusion for a moment as he looks between the two of them in alarm. if he knew this was what was going to happen when he went to have a piss he might have just risked the bladder infection and held it for the rest of time. newt simply watches as wren vents his frustration, still half shocked that this is even happening. he’s not sure how things got to the point of physical violence, but considering the two guys he was currently spending the afternoon in a cramped bathroom with, he supposes he should have expected it. he catches wren’s prolonged look and scans his eyes for a silent moment, jaw clenching as he bites back a lot of the things he wants to say and simply sighs deeply instead. he drops his gaze from wren’s tiredly, before he’s pursing his lips and at least attempting to diffuse the situation.  “alright, alright, let’s... all just calm the fuck down okay?” newt says as he raises both his hands in a gesture of peace. “there’s no reason to bloody deck each other or knock anyone’s teeth out. thing’s are fine.” newt pauses a moment before he’s leaning towards kit, his hand gently circling his friend’s wrist as he arches his brow in silent question. because, yes, things were terribly awkward and uncomfortable and wren was absolutely being an ass, but wren was usually a bit of an ass. so kit’s reaction still seemed a bit disproportionate for just that. “right?” newt’s thumb strokes over the inside of kit’s wrist, brow raising as he asks, “we’re fine? and... we’re going to go to the food court,” newt is truly making this up as he goes along, just... trying to somehow keep things than getting any worse than they already are. “and get ice for... wren’s... face. and kit’s knuckles. and we’re going to all forget this ever happened! we’re going to collectively agree to deeply repress this experience, and only ever bring it up years from now when it’s dredged up in intensive therapy!” newt raises his hands brightly with the words, looking between the two of them expectantly before he’s adding, “and everything will be fine. right?” 

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#x. | interactions. #r.n. | interactions. #i. | newt and kit. #i. | newt and wren.

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pinklacecrybaby‌:

elsie frowned at that, trying to decipher what exactly newt was referring to. “balls deep,” she muttered to herself, before it hit her and she gasped, crying out, “wait, really? people were- in there?” she looked at the ball pit in horror, and grabbed onto newt’s hand, starting to tug him as she stood up. “we, we have to do something,” elsie insisted, before raising her voice, “kids! kids, you need to get out-.”

newt truly has to stifle a laugh at elsie’s reaction, mostly because as much as newt hates to say it, it is almost tooth achingly cute. however as elsie grabs his hand and drags him over newt can’t help but finally let out the bark of laughter he’s been holding in, grin bright even as he helps elsie to herd the children out. “alright, kids, you heard the woman, the ball pit needs to be cleared out for... maintenance. yeah. maintenance.” there is a chorus of groans from the children even as they seems to begrudgingly move to get out anyways. the perks of looking old enough to know what you’re talking about newt supposes. “yes, yes, i know, it’s a big hassle, but trust me, you’ll thank me when you’re older.” newt stands by the edge of the pit as he ushers every last kid out, turning to elsie once the last one grudgingly makes his way towards the games instead. “well, would you look at that, els? you’ve saved the day.” newt teases affectionately for a moment before he’s looking back to the empty ball pit before them and asking, “...so? what do we do now?” 

#dkjdskj I LOVE ELSIE SO MUCH #the love of my love...she has my heart #x. | interactions. #r.n. | interactions. #i. | newt and elsie. #also sorry this got so long bby i have no self control but we been knew #feel free to shorten tf out of it!

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THE FACULTY (1998) dir. Robert Rodriguez

#dkjdskjsd #r.n. | musings. #it's newt

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natecreeds‌:

despite the front he put up of playing the role everyone gave him, nate was a lot more than that. he didn’t think he was worth much, he didn’t think he was worth anything in all honesty, but at least he knew he was a good guy. at least he tried to be one, sometimes that got lost in translation in his jokes and his usual carefree attitude, but he did try to be good. he couldn’t do much for anyone other than give them movie recommendations and maybe some weed, but he tried to be there for the people he cared about, even if he didn’t always hit the mark. he knew what it was like to not have anyone even try with you, and he didn’t want to be like that. “i know i just did it too you, and no hard feelings, but get your hands off my shoulders.” he felt bad saying that, but it was almost too much for him, too gentle and too nice. he couldn’t handle that, the lack of it in his life before making it terrifying to him now, overwhelming. he quickly tried to make it fun again, fearful of ruining it all. “i’ve been told i’m pretty life changing in general. tend to have that effect.” he forced a smile, his overthinking and internalized stress immediately killing his high, and he was especially thankful now that they were going to smoke again. “you’re really asking me for my sources as if i didn’t flunk out of high school for not knowing how to properly cite something. you think i know anything about sources? that’s just cruel man.” he teased him, not really taking it to heart, making light of his failures as he jokingly punched newt in the arm. “hey man i’m all about that. i’m a great ego booster, to those who deserve it of course.” newt was definitely that, nate had never seen newt be anything but nice, which is more than he could say for most people. “i can agree to that.” he opened the door for newt as he replied, letting him out as he followed close behind.

newt blinks in surprise at nate’s request for only a moment before he’s immediately taking his hands off, hands raised in surrender more as a default than any comment on the situation. “oh. sorry.” newt replies instantly, eyes filled with sincerity as he says, “completely understandable. i... really didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable or anything, man.” newt isn’t sure exactly what he did, but that doesn’t make him any less sorry for doing it. he moves to slide his hands into his pockets instead, brows furrowed as he looks at nate with some amount of concern, but... nate is just continuing, as if nothing happened. so, maybe newt should too. he forces his lips to curl a bit at nate’s retort, but the expression doesn’t quite reach his eyes. “and exactly what context did someone say that in, out of curiosity? and you can’t say the bedroom, that’s the obvious answer.” newt’s smile falters yet again at nate’s self deprecation, brows furrowing for a moment even as he amusedly takes that light punch in the arm. “... oi, i think you’re a lot smarter than you give yourself credit for, nate. high school diploma or not.” the words are honest but newt packages them in a teasing tone, hoping that it will perhaps soften the delivery. he picks at the lint in his pockets as he continues to follow nate, eyes crinkling with a genuine smile this time as he says, “well, now i just feel special, now. calling me pretty, telling me i’m worth it... you going to ask me for dinner and a movie next?” newt jokes lightly, as he passes through the door, smiling brighter at nate’s easy agreement to his conditions as he looks over his shoulder to beam at him. “great. maybe i can finally return the favour and give you some game recommendations in exchange for all the movie recs you’ve given me over the years. i’ve been saving up material, you know?” newt’s smile only widens as he moves to lean up against the painted brick, regarding nate as he honestly adds, “just in case you ever came in on my shift.” 

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