#chlmera

a/n this is actually “Please say something”. I’m a doofus. sorry.

“You’ll write?” Tina stares, unseeing, at his scarf, then forces herself to look up into his eyes. A shiver runs through her when she finds that he’s looking into hers as well.

“Yes.” He nods jerkily. “Promise. And—and you’ll write back?”

Her lips pull into a tentative smile. “Promise.”

She wipes a tear from her eye with the back of one finger, and he reaches to finish the task for her. His skin is calloused and scarred; his touch, gentle.

They linger, gazes catching and pulling away as they try to stretch the moment.

Please say something.

“Dorset has much nicer weather in the summer.” His hand falls back to his side.

She takes a breath. “What?”

He plows on, eyes trained on the ground somewhere beside her. “My family’s house is nearby—and there are some fascinating creatures native to England. Perhaps by the summer, MACUSA will need an auror to report back to the Ministry. And—you could visit me. Er—if you wanted.” He looks up, hopeful.

“Oh,” she breathes. Her chest feels less empty. “Newt, that sounds—” Please say something.

His gaze fixes on her for a moment, hopeful, cautious. These past days have been a blur of grief and anger over her sister, anticipation of the wizarding world’s fights to come…there hasn’t been a moment to even try to understand this wonderful, new, terrifying thing between them. They have spoken about much else, but—not about that.

The words rushing onto the tip of her tongue are so clumsy, so…

Tina lifts a hand, noting vaguely that it is steadier than she’d expected, and touches the back of her fingers to his cheek. His eyelashes flutter, his ragged breath falling between them, and when he opens his eyes, there is something bright and fiery and tender in them that makes her chest tight. With her hand still resting on his freckled, sun-beaten skin, she leans forward until her lips reach his forehead. She lingers as he presses into the touch, and, just as slowly, pulls away.

Still looking down, he whispers roughly into the small space between them. “I’ve never felt like this around anyone.”

She spreads the fingers still resting on his cheek, tracing a scar that runs just beneath the angle of his jaw. “Neither have I.” She can feel his swallow beneath her fingers. “I’ll come back,” she promises suddenly, her touch falling away when it becomes too much. “Even if MACUSA don’t—even if the weather’s—I’ll come back.”

His smile is soft, tender, breathtaking when it finds hers. Don’t cry, she tells herself, but she can feel tears already gathering, breaking free. He wipes the tears away as he had before, a barely-there touch. “Take care of yourself.”

“I will. You, too.” The last of the passengers are boarding her ship; the dock clearing out in the minutes they’ve spent unaware. “I should—” she pulls away, glancing toward the ramp.

“I’ll see you,” he murmurs, gratitude in his words, looking up to meet her gaze one last time.

“Soon,” she promises, soaking in his messy hair, wide eyes, the tilt of his neck. She’s not certain of the way in which she’ll keep that promise, but she is sure that she will. Somehow.

if you think candy shows the characters in an unpleasant light youre gonna LOVE the first chapter of meat

good. i’m glad

okay bw2 were bad sequels in general bc the characters aged poorly, but i think the way the map was expanded to fit the old one was really clever. iris being the champion didn’t sit well with me, and the new victory road was kind of a copout, but i think it was a much better direct sequel than usum overall

i mean USUM isn’t a direct sequel though? a direct sequel would be a continuation of the previous plot and USUM is, and I’ve said this many times, glorified third versions

i like the individual parts of b2w2 way more than i like the whole. as far as the additions went, the map was lovely, the aesthetic was wonderful, the music still slapped, and some of the stuff they added, like plasma having a fucking castle in the sky-ass flying ship was silly in all the right ways. the new gyms were cool, the new locations were cool. sure iris as the champion didn’t make a lot of sense, but like... if they made the previous protag the champion it would negate, like, half the plot, because why the fuck aren’t they doing anything? why do i, some random-ass kid, have to do this when this other random-ass kid has literally already handled this entire situation two years ago? iris is a decent enough alternative because she was already a late game gym leader so, like, okay, that makes sense, and also her outfit is adorable and i love draconic magical girl iris ok? ok. i also personally liked the new victory road because it had a lot more ... i guess personality to it than the standard “it’s just a bunch of fucking caves”? it changed the formula up a little bit. 

im just here for the Romantic Trauma Validation babey

YEAH IT’S B-PLOT the main story is not about the trauma man and i had in fact never read the fic my good friend sarah had however and gave me the basic rundown + a shit ton of major snippets of the side story involving these two so ive just been reading basically a strung-together version of just mtt and c*pra, aka trauma man

it is however not the main focus so its all about digging and commitment

this pale sweet gold,

riffs curling like orange peels.

like you’re being split right down the middle under long nails, filling,

becoming smoke, becoming

the weird— not

bad weird, just weird— sting of

weed on the back of the tongue.

the house is old and you, roman

candle, shake with it.

you are hazy and struck through, the lights are

just at the right angle to impale you. you cough up blood and it’s some shitty fucking joke, because

you don’t know how to say that this is all you’ve really wanted.

the same girl ends up on top of the mosh four or five times and

they always drop her, but she keeps coming back up

in this peal of pure joy, like

it’s even better the next time around, like

running back to the entrance of that one fucking roller coaster, the one

where you think you’re going to die for a few seconds every time.

and you think that you’re in the space between, you’re in the line and you’re dizzy and your feet are distressingly close to the ground, but

maybe that’s okay, so long as you’ll come up again.

—

link?

this is like reading an ancient greek text