#Harriet Movie

[lady-arryn]

EMMA (2020) costume appreciation: 16/∞ (costume design by Alexandra Byrne)

[didanagy]

EMMA (2020)

EMMA AND HARRIET

dir. autumn de wilde

[cinematicjourney]

Cries and Whispers (1972) | dir. Ingmar Bergman

[spiritsofprogress]

Sometimes family is you, your dapper son, a grumpy tour guide/genius, a “priest” , a professor with a heart condition and a medium.

With 999 ghost friends who forced you to have a sleepover bonding you forever.

[friendlessghoul]

Dorothy Sebastian photographed by Ruth Harriet Louise

[eyesaremosa1cs]

Greta Garbo, Photographed By Ruth Harriet Louise

[luvbecca222]

anya taylor joy and mia goth on the set of emma (2020)

[cinelestial]

Happy Birthday to the talented Cynthia Erivo 💫

[esqueletosgays]

TAROT (2024)

Directors: Spenser Cohen & Anna Halberg Cinematography: Elie Smolkin

[weirdlookindog]

Lo spettro (1963)

AKA The Ghost; The Spectre

[ashrista]

[lilsphoto]

~ "The Maze Runner: The Scorch Trials" ~

[filmap]

Sommaren med Monika / Summer with Monika Ingmar Bergman. 1953

Bench Skinnarviksberget, 118 23 Stockholm, Sweden See in map

See in imdb

[chronophotographic-gun]

Sommaren med Monika • Summer with Monika (1953)

[davidhudson]

Happy 92nd, Harriet Andersson.

Ingmar Bergman’s Summer with Monika (1953).

[eclipsedechoesofmywords]

"All Those Years Ago"

[The Maze Runner Book, Newt and Sonya]

Masterlist

Summary: Newt and Sonya remember

Warnings: angst, suicidal ideation, mental health, loss and grief, childhood trauma, violence, hurt/no comfort, the Flare, canon divergence, character death(newt)

Word count: 980 words

A/N: I finished Fever Code and it hurt. I changed Newt's dead scene a bit. A birthday present for myself!

Newt just wanted to die. Why couldn't Tommy just give him that? Why couldn't the Cranks, WICKED, the world give him that?

They wouldn't in the Maze, and now they wouldn't when he was becoming his worst fear. He wanted it to stop. Letting Thomas see him like this was horrible enough. What if Lizzy saw him like this? What would she think?

Lizzy. Sonya. His sister. The one WICKED forced him to forget. The one WICKED took away from him after stealing them from their parents. The parents WICKED killed.

He remembered everything now.

He hated it. Hated it hated it hated it-

"Make amends! Repent for what you did!" His throat hurt as he yelled at Thomas to do it, to kill him. He had only so much shucking sanity left. "Kill me, you shuck coward. Prove you can do the right thing. Put me out of my misery."

Thomas shook his head, looking distraught. "Newt, maybe we can—"

"Shut up!" he yelled, "Just shut up! I trusted you! Now do it!"

"I can’t."

Hated it hated it hated it. "Do it!"

“I can’t!”

Did he not understand? "Kill me or I'll kill you. Kill me! Do it!"

Thomas said his name softly despite the situation. It made him angrier.

"If I kill you, you can't tell Lizzy anything! Do it before I become one of them!"

"Lizzy?"

Thomas doesn't know. Of course, he doesn't. He doesn't remember.

He doesn't remember sneaking around the WICKED compound with Minho and Alby and then Chuck later on, doesn't remember being sent to the Crank Pit, doesn't remember helping him see Lizzy that last time after Newt had spent years watching her from behind a wall of glass.

“Sonya..." he says quietly afterward. He hated that name. Elizabeth. Her name was shucking Elizabeth. Lizzy. They made him forget his own, but he would never forget hers.

"What?" He shakes his head. "You can- you can tell her yourself-"

So much. He wanted to tell her so much. He could go on for years if he wanted to. And he did, but he didn't have the time.

"Sorry. Tell her that..." He breathes heavily. One word that wouldn't change anything but maybe Lizzy would understand.

"Newt-"

His head was clearer, one strand of sanity left. He had to get it done.

"KILL ME!" he gasped painfully. "Please, Tommy. Please." Thomas was his only hope.

He saw the gun shaking in his friend's hand. Thomas closed his eyes.

Newt went to thank him but didn't get the chance.

He was finally dead. As he should've been all those years ago.

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Sonya paced impatiently around the Safe Haven for the umpteenth time she had been there as she waited for the others to come. For her brother to come. She could hardly believe it when she remembered him.

Newt was her brother. She has a brother! The idea made her giddy.

Sonya would be lying if hope wasn't part of the reason she wanted her memories back. Her family being alive was next to impossible but she still wanted to know. She had to know.

And her hope had paid off. Her older brother was still there, still alive. Though she hadn't had the chance to tell him who she was yet. So she hoped once again. She knew he wasn't immune, Janson had told them and, well, she remembered. But Newt was the strongest person she had ever known. He'll be here. He will.

"Are they here yet?" She asked Harriet. Again.

"No. They aren't. Just like they weren't here 15 minutes ago. Or before that. Or-"

"Okay, I get it!"

"Why do you wanna know anyway?" Harriet frowned. "Is one of the boys your boyfriend?"

"What?" Sonya stared at her dumbfounded. "No!"

Sonya hadn't told her about Newt yet. She didn't want to, not until she told him.

"Right. Well, whatever, stick." Harriet walked off. What was up with her?

Doesn't matter.

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They were here.

People had started coming from the Flat Trans for a bit now. Every time she didn't see Newt and his friends she panicked but tamped it down. He would've stayed behind, made sure everyone else was through before he went himself. But he would come. She told herself that again and again.

And when he did they would make up for all that time they lost because of WICKED. They would talk about their childhoods before and about when they were in the Mazes and-

Sonya's heart raced as the familiar figures walked from the shack with the Flat Trans. And then the shack lights on fire. Huh. Better safe than sorry.

She squinted, desperate to catch a glimpse of her brother, to make sure he was really there.

Brenda, Thomas, and Minho finally came into view.

Something was wrong.

"Newt!" she shouted, breaking into a run. She pushed past Minho, searching the faces for the one she longed to see. "Where is he?"

Surprise was written on all of their faces as she looked around them.

"Why do you want to know?" Brenda's brows furrowed.

Sonya ignored him as she looked at Thomas. She wasn't an idiot, she knew how much Newt cared about him even before her memories had returned.

"Thomas...where is he?" He would know. The look on his face told her he did.

"I-the Flare-he wasn't..." he trailed off.

Immune. That's what he meant, wasn't it?

"Where is he?" Her voice wavered.

"He's..." Minho started, his voice thick. "He's gone."

The word hit her like a punch to the gut. "What do you mean gone?"

"He—he didn’t make it," Thomas stumbled over his words, "We- I tried to help him, but—"

"No!" She shook her head violently as if denying the truth could change it. "You’re lying! He can’t be gone!"

What was all that hope for? She knew better. She lived in a world that knew better.

"He called you...Lizzy?" Thomas phrased it like a question.

Lizzy. Yeah, that was her name, wasn't it? All those years ago.