#last summer I read the Theseus books

[finelythreadedsky]

summer of mary renault… part 2

[chemicaljacketslut]

just found out about s. and i am frothing at the mouth to get my hands on a copy. you guys don’t understand this book sounds like it was literally MADE for me. formulated in a lab to specifically hit so many of my buttons. i Need to read this

[vironicadart]

Ephemeral

As ever, spring arrives in fits and starts. On a sunny day, there seems to be no stopping it: the deep green lawns and fields are bordered with purple, yellow, white, and red. The next day, a cold wind settles in. Up in the grey sky, the branches -- budding, but still empty of leaves -- click and clatter, and the thick limbs groan. A lone goose passes overhead, calling. Where has its flock gone? Out on a wide meadow, a group of crows stand in a circle, quarreling.

Yet, as I noted in my previous post, a threshold has been crossed: the cherry trees have begun to blossom. You may recall, dear readers, that I am wont to visit A. E. Housman at cherry blossom time. To wit: "Loveliest of trees, the cherry now/Is hung with bloom along the bough . . ." But I have been reading Horace's odes recently, so this year a translation by Housman of one of the odes will take the place of my old standby.

Diffugere Nives

The snows are fled away, leaves on the shaws

And grasses in the mead renew their birth,

The river to the river-bed withdraws,

And altered is the fashion of the earth.

The Nymphs and Graces three put off their fear

And unapparelled in the woodland play.

The swift hour and the brief prime of the year

Say to the soul, Thou wast not born for aye.

Thaw follows frost; hard on the heel of spring

Treads summer sure to die, for hard on hers

Comes autumn, with his apples scattering;

Then back to wintertide, when nothing stirs.

But oh, whate'er the sky-led seasons mar,

Moon upon moon rebuilds it with her beams:

Come we where Tullus and where Ancus are,

And good Aeneas, we are dust and dreams.

Torquatus, if the gods in heaven shall add

The morrow to the day, what tongue has told?

Feast then thy heart, for what thy heart has had

The fingers of no heir will ever hold.

When thou descendest once the shades among,

The stern assize and equal judgment o'er,

Not thy long lineage nor thy golden tongue,

No, nor thy righteousness, shall friend thee more.

Night holds Hippolytus the pure of stain,

Diana steads him nothing, he must stay;

And Theseus leaves Pirithoüs in the chain

The love of comrades cannot take away.

A. E. Housman, in Archie Burnett (editor), The Poems of A. E. Housman (Oxford University Press 1997). This is the seventh ode of Book IV of the Odes. "Diffugere nives" are the opening words of Horace's Latin text, and may be translated as "the snow disperses" or "the snow melts."

One can understand why this poem appealed to Housman. There is a lovely anecdote about Housman and the poem. The anecdote has appeared here before, but it is worth revisiting.

"During my time at Cambridge, I attended [Housman's] lectures for two years. At five minutes past 11 he used to walk to the desk, open his manuscript, and begin to read. At the end of the hour he folded his papers and left the room. He never looked either at us or at the row of dons in the front. One morning in May, 1914, when the trees in Cambridge were covered with blossom, he reached in his lecture Ode 7 in Horace's Fourth Book, 'Diffugere nives, redeunt iam gramina campis.' This ode he dissected with the usual display of brilliance, wit, and sarcasm.

"Then for the first time in two years he looked up at us, and in quite a different voice said: 'I should like to spend the last few minutes considering this ode simply as poetry.' Our previous experience of Professor Housman would have made us sure that he would regard such a proceeding as beneath contempt. He read the ode aloud with deep emotion, first in Latin and then in an English translation of his own. 'That,' he said hurriedly, almost like a man betraying a secret, 'I regard as the most beautiful poem in ancient literature,' and walked quickly out of the room.

"A scholar of Trinity (since killed in the War), who walked with me to our next lecture, expressed in undergraduate style our feeling that we had seen something not really meant for us. 'I felt quite uncomfortable,' he said. 'I was afraid the old fellow was going to cry.'"

Mrs. T. W. Pym, Letter to The Times (May 5, 1936), in Richard Gaskin, Horace and Housman (Palgrave Macmillan 2013), page 12.

Gilbert Spencer (1892-1979), "From My Studio" (1959)

The snow has vanished and the cherry blossoms (soon to flutter down in a drift of petals, alas!) have arrived. But this is never the end of "change and chancefulness" (Thomas Hardy, "The Temporary the All"), is it? How could it be otherwise? Why would we expect it to be otherwise? (With the exception, in my case, of wishing to spend Eternity lying in the grass on a never-ending late summer or early autumn afternoon, looking up into the green-leaved, sun-and-shadow-mottled, wind-swaying boughs of a tree.)

Marcus Aurelius has wise words for us: "How ridiculous, and like a stranger is he, who is surprised at any thing which happens in life!" (Marcus Aurelius (translated by Francis Hutcheson and James Moor), Meditations, Book XII, Section 13.) Spring is here. But not for long. Anything is possible.

Kinsale

The kind of rain we knew is a thing of the past --

deep-delving, dark, deliberate you would say,

browsing on spire and bogland; but today

our sky-blue slates are steaming in the sun,

our yachts tinkling and dancing in the bay

like racehorses. We contemplate at last

shining windows, a future forbidden to no one.

Derek Mahon, Collected Poems (The Gallery Press 1999).

Derwent Lees (1885-1931), "Aldbourne" (1915)

Recently, the robins have changed their tune. The flat, matter-of-fact chirping of the short winter days has been replaced by song. From all directions, from out of the fields and the bushes and the trees, come the voices of the unseen singers. The music continues into the night.

Flowers and Moonlight on the Spring River

The evening river is level and motionless --

The spring colours just open to their full.

Suddenly a wave carries the moon away

And the tidal water comes with its freight of stars.

Yang-ti (Seventh Century A.D.) (translated by Arthur Waley), in Arthur Waley, One Hundred and Seventy Chinese Poems (Constable 1918), page 92.

Trevor Makinson, "Maryhill Goods Yard"

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373 of 2022

GODS: Life Zeus: What’s your name or nickname? Joeri. Hera: Where are you from? West Flanders, Belgium. Athena: How old are you? I'm 32. Hephaestus: When is your birthday? Every year. Aphrodite: What’s your relationship status? Married. Poseidon: What are your pronouns? I'm male, so he/him by default. Dionysus: Are you and extrovert or an introvert? Ambivert for sure. Demeter: Do you have any pets? Two cats. Apollo: What kind of music are you into? Metal (particularly djent and sludge etc.) and hip hop. Artemis: What do you first notice about new people? Eyes. Hades: What’s a big fear of yours? Failure and losing. Ares: What’s a big pet peeve of yours? People who interrupt others. Hestia: Where do you consider home? My hometown. CREATURES: Lasts Pegasus: Last movie you watched? I don't watch movies. Mermaid: Last tv show you finished? Inside the World's Toughest Prisons. Centaur: Last book you read? The Legend of Ice People. Siren: Last song you listened to? Juli - Warum. Gorgon: Last thing you ate? Croque-monsieur. Too high in calories lol. Cyclops: Last time you cried? 30 years ago or something? I don't cry. Minotaur: Last time you were truly happy? 21 September. Meet up with my friends. Sphynx: Last text you sent? I don't remember. Chimera: Last call you made? Probably the disability service. Griffin: Last thing you did before going to sleep last night? Snuggled with my husband. Nymph: Last dream you remember? A nightmare I'd rather forget. Satyr: Last time you couldn’t stop laughing? Probably today. HEROES: Experiences Heracles: Have you ever had a dream come true? Yeah, more than one. Theseus: What is your worst regret? I don't have regrets. It's pointless. Perseus: Have you ever been arrested? No, never. Cadmus: Have you ever had your heart broken? Yeah, once. Achilles: Have you ever had to be hospitalized? Yes, I had a brain surgery. Actaeon: Tell about a memory you wish to forget. Health-related things and sexual abuse. Bellerophon: Have you ever passed out? More than once. Agamemnon: What is an achievement you’re proud of? I started walking again after being paralysed. Oedipus: Have you ever been in love? Twice. I loved, but was it being in love? I don't know. Jason: Have you ever travelled abroad? Where? Yes. Wallonia in Belgium (it's like a whole different country to me XD), France, the Netherlands, Germany, Denmark and Poland. Atlanta: Have you ever stood up for someone else? More than once. I'm quite known for it. Hippolytus: Tell an experience you will never forget. Summers at the beach where I was raised. MAGICAL ITEMS: Favorites Trident: Who are your favorite people? My husband, my friends, my parents, my sister. Lightning Bolt: What are your top three favorite movies? I don't like movies. Sun Chariot: What is your favorite mythological creature? Mermaid, I think. Lyre: What are your top three favorite songs? This question appears everywhere. Caduceus: What is your favorite color? Black and green. Aegis: What is your favorite book or series? I don't really have favourites, I just like books. Scythe: What is your favorite tv show? I don't have favourites. Bident: What is your favorite way to spend free time? Travelling. Harpe: What are your top 3 favorite places? Middelkerke, Bruges and Ghent. Cornucopia: What is your favorite place to eat? Bavet. Winged Sandals: What is your favorite thing to do when you hangout with your friends? Talking a lot and drinking beer. We depend on good communication. Golden Fleece: What is your favorite animal? Cat. PLACES: Goals and Wishes Olympus: Describe your dream job. The same job I've had for the last 9 years. Tartarus: What’s a short term goal you hope to achieve? To overcome my anxiety because it starts manifesting as PTSD symptoms. Underworld: Describe your dream vacation. Road trips, visiting the big cities, staying in hotels. Styx: How would you like your life to look like in 10 years? Happy and stable, with my husband next to me. Athuna: If you could live anywhere in the world for the rest of your life, where would it be? I'd like to stay where I live. Sparta: Do you have a bucket list? If so, what’s on it? I do, mostly about visiting various places in the world. Elysium: If you could have a superpower, what would it be? Teleportation. Ogygia: Describe your dream husband/wife/life partner? The one I'm married to already. Troja: What is the craziest thing you wanna do before you die? Travel around the world. The Labyrinth: Have you ever died and came back to life as a vampire? LMAO.

[nincompoopydoo]

CAUGHT IN A CROSSFIRE

— GARDENIAS AND GRIEF ; PART 5 / ?

PAIRING: Theseus Scamander x Female!Reader WORD COUNT: 2.7k SUMMARY: Weary nights are meant for crying and confessions about the past. A/N: Finally, it’s here and I adore this side of Theseus he’s so sweet oof. WARNINGS: Crying! These two being idiots! MASTERLIST ; MASTERPOST

Theseus tends to abandon his study. The thought of spending hours on end within a confined space of four walls seems to further constrict his need to let his mind run free and perhaps wild to a certain extent. The living room has become a space for his work for the past few years he has lived here. A desk permanently situated against the wall and by the fireplace. Though still confined, it thoroughly beats the study in terms of space, more windows for air to drift through.

You were silent during dinner. In truth, you were silent for most dinners, only speaking when you offered to wash his plate. He tried to deny it, but you were insistent, in need of moving your hands. You were naturally slow-moving, but far too fast at the same time. You could never sit still, constantly wanting to move around to distract yourself from the collapsing world around you—An odd reminder of his mother. A letter was sent to her at the sudden prompting of how your ways reflect the only woman he ever admired. Theseus cannot help but admire you as well. Though quiet, you manage to captivate with merely small gestures; the simple, absentminded curve of your lips, the brushing of fingers as you reach for his empty plate in his grasp and the sway of the stray strands of your hair in the gentle wind from the kitchen window. Now, in the evening glow, you are shamelessly lounging on the couch, immersed in the pages of an Agatha Christie book: The Mysterious Affair at Styles. One of the only muggle books he owns.

You are already near to the end, pages to your right thinning within your grasp with every passing evening. Three evenings to be exact ever since he offered the only book you were allowed to read to pass the time. Magical books were out of the question, and you were understanding enough.

Theseus has to force himself to look away at the sudden realisation of his gazing towards you in the light of his embarrassment. His eyes flicker to the mess of parchments and documents laid across the surface of the table, attempting to suppress the sudden emergence of agitation towards the clutter. He decides to lay his focus on the letter in hand—the last letter from your brother. Jagged lines with every stroke of a letter, he imagines the tremble of your brother's fingers as he wrote to you from the front lines in Somme during the early days of October.

We live our days in a landscape of mud, not knowing when will be the last. I cannot recall what it is to have dry clothes, dry boots, or a dry place to rest.

A sentence that paints the brutality of war, shed of innocent blood in outrageous environments. Your brother’s description is detailed, specific, probably to distract himself from the bitterness of his circumstances. Yet, he doesn’t seem regretful. He was more in awe of what the war had become along with his imagination of what the Somme must have looked like in the summer before the war began.

It is proof that a simple letter can withstand the weight of a thousand men.

Theseus cannot help but be perplexed by the way the letter is structured, odd gaps between sentences and words. As if hiding a secret within. He has gone through the letter a hundred times, even repeatedly casting the Revelio charm, but nothing to no avail. Yet, he cannot shake off the feeling that causes his gut to twitch.

“Are you alright?”

Your voice is near and soft as it travels across the place. He feels the brush of your hand grasping the bend of the chair against his back as you manoeuvre to his side. A touch of warmth against his shoulder blades through the fabric of his linen shirt. His eyes flicker up to see you peering at the mess of his desk. You catch his eye and he clears his throat. “Yes, I’m quite alright.”

You hum, shifting to prop yourself against the edge of the desk, hands arranged on your lap. “You seem tense, I could sense it from the living room.” you smile, another hum of amusement. “Is there anything I can do to help?”

He eyes you for a moment, his gaze lingering at the crinkle of your eyes and how they reflect the yellow hues of the candlelit by the edge of his desk. You seem to have been calm for the past few days in comparison to the first time he met you. Yet, as he watches you with pursed lips and in the process of thoughts, he notices the persistent worry flickering in your gaze. You still keep your distance as you should be, but is it your closeness or just human warmth that he craves?

It was then when Theseus knew you could never say no to you.

He finds himself shifting his fingers as he holds your brother’s letter, rotating it towards you.

“Tell me, does your brother always write like this?” He asks, index finger directed towards the odd line breaks between paragraphs.

He watches how the crease between your brows deepen as they furrow in deep thought or perhaps confusion. You reach for the letter, bringing it to level with your eyes.

You hum. “That is strange. ”

Theseus blinks. “Have you not noticed this before?”

An odd shift in your expression, eyes turning away from the letter within your grasp. They flicker to the ground, your lips curved downwards as you speak with a sense of hinted bitterness.

“I must admit, this is the first time I’m reading this.” You vaguely wave the letter in the air in a gesture directed to it. “I couldn’t bring myself to open the letter all those years ago.”

After a pause, he realises the situation he must have carelessly forced you in. He forgets to be cautious with you sometimes when having only spent so little time with you, but he feels like he has known you forever. It may be a natural trait of yours, but it seems you possess the ability to read him like an open book.

“I’m sorry.”

Moments pass. Then, a flicker of a small smile and deep breath. “Don’t be. I believe it’s time I finally read his last words to me.”

—

You fell asleep in the armchair by the fireplace, close to his desk. From bewildered and odd questions on the case to soft hums of different pitches and finally silence. Theseus had been rambling on about the details of the case and theories on the possible importance of your brother’s letter merely because you insisted although he really shouldn’t be.

Nothing was figured out about the odd paragraph breaks so far.

When silence was the only response to his sudden question to you, he turned and craned his neck to spot your shut eyes, head lopsided and leaning to your right with the letter within your loose grasp.

Theseus stretches his arm to gently prod your shoulder. No movement. No reaction. For a moment, a dread that you might be dead creeps into his mind. He prods you once again just to be sure. A hum followed by a sigh—Relief.

Now, what to do?

He doesn’t dare to wake you. You seem like the type to be resentful when woken up from a deep sleep. So, he carefully ambles to your room, pulls the blanket off your bed and winces as he does from the prominent dull pain in his lower back—hunching over scatters of papers for hours can never be good.

He finds you in the same position as before. Perfectly still, yet you still seem troubled. Perhaps, it’s the constant crease of your brows.

As he attentively arranges the blanket over you with care, he catches a whiff of a scent from you—Gardenias. Like the ones from the flower stall just down the block. A pleasant smell billows through the air as he strides past the stall from the muggle bakery across the way during the mornings of every Saturday. A fleeting moment of peace and perhaps freedom. A time for no responsibility whatsoever.

He leaves you and returns to his desk with a gentle creak of his chair, sparing one final glance to your sleeping figure, your hair perfectly catching the hues of the nearby dimming candlelight, a quarter left of melting wax.

Your scent seemed to have attached itself to the fabric of his shirt, lingering within his surroundings. It influences some sort of calmness in his once heavy chest and aching head.

Theseus decides he can only truly feel at peace when with you.

—

The morning sun peaks through the intricate patterns of the lace curtains. The rays seem to catch your once shut eyes, forcing them to peel open against the pouring light. You blink, blurry gaze adjusting to your surroundings as you stifle a quiet yawn. You recognise the wallpaper that lines the walls of the living room, realising you’re tucked in the Chesterfield you had settled in the night before and under the checkered blanket from the guest room.

You don’t remember that being there.

As you shift in your seat, an aching and dull pain shoots across the length of your back, forcing out a hiss from your pursed lips. Then, you see him, Theseus, sprawled on the settee with his legs stretched out to rest against the scrolled armrest and arms folded across his abdomen. An odd position to fall asleep within a settee that is certainly unsuitable for a man his size, legs practically hanging off the edge and neck crane in such a way you figured must be uncomfortable.

Still, you can’t help but notice the resemblance of the sight before you to a painting, crafted by the hands of a master. The gentle light perfectly carved shadows against the structure of his still expression and the way his locks seem to curl even more from worn off pomade.

Maybe, you’ll sketch him someday.

But for now, you’ll let your weary eyes linger on the sight of his figure in secret, memorising every curve and angle in hopes of conveying them through the strokes of your pencil within your grasp as you begin to drift back to sleep once more.

—

“Trouble sleeping?”

The voice startles you. Once a lone figure lingering by the kitchen table in the dark, your teary eyes were watching the way the nearly bare branches of the trees wave in the shallow wind. Hands gripping the edge of the countertop and by the sink, an empty teacup with a teabag yet to be brewed with boiled water is now left untouched. Another nightmare, nearly unbearable. You found yourself stumbling out of bed and into the kitchen, weary feet padding across the parquet while attempting to stifle your sobs. You needed to catch your breath.

At the sound of a familiar voice, you let your eyes drift to Theseus in his striped pyjamas with an almost empty glass of water within his grasp. You can barely make out his expression under the gentle glow of the moon and the nearby street light through the mist of the night. You merely hum, tugging your dressing gown closer to your chest as you attempt to blink away your evident tears.

You hear him shift closer to you, now standing by the other end of the table. “...Everything alright?”

You spare him a glance before shooting to your bare feet, a bitter laugh escapes your lips like a cough. “Why is it that you always see me crying whenever it’s dark?” You beam at him, it doesn’t quite reach your eyes. You’re referring to the night of the attack, the night he met you.

Theseus carefully places the glass on the table, it clinks as he does, and settles to lean against the edge beside you. Shoulder brushing shoulder. Your heart flutters, wondering if your cheeks are as red as they are burning.

“Perhaps the night is meant for crying.”

Another hum, he turns to you to find the twitch of your lip. His head stays, watching the way your tear-stained cheek glints under some external source of light through the tiny kitchen window as you stare ahead, still watching the wave of the bare trees.

“Do you want to talk about it?”

A sigh. It’s heavy. You let yourself slouch even more as you blink towards the ceiling as if to conjure some sort of memory. “What is there to talk about?” You nearly snap, swallowing thickly, eyes trained solely on your feet once more as if in deep thought. You’re wondering if speaking would do any good in helping with your daily night terrors because you seem to have taken the role of a frazzled lady, laced with exhaustion from insomnia.

Yet, Theseus is patient with you. He listens, unlike the others in your life.

With a purse of your lips, you begin to speak in a mere whisper.

“December 1911, my mother went missing.” A pause, you can feel Theseus' eyes still on you, but you don’t turn to meet his gaze. “No goodbye, no letter. Nothing. The police were no help. My father so strongly believed she fled to America that he took it upon himself to travel across the Atlantic. He left in Spring, onboard the Titanic. We never saw him again.”

Another pause, a gentle yet trembling huff escapes your agape lips.

“It seems that I’ve been cursed. I keep losing the ones that are close to me.” You finally turn to Theseus to see a certain benignity in the way he looks at you. “I should have stopped my father from leaving. I should have known of my mother’s emerging loathe towards my father...I should have been there for my brother when he needed me most.”

Guilt. He hears it in your tone and the way your gestures weaken with every word spoken and every thought of your past. He understands what it means to be in your position, though not to the extent of agony you must have dealt with within eight years. Theseus has his mother, but when it comes to Newt, he barely visits or writes.

Merlin, it must have been years since he saw his brother.

“Guilt, grief and loss is...all part of living, but you mustn't blame yourself over matters you had no control over,” He says quietly and before he can even begin to think it through, he finds his hand clasped around the curve of your shoulder. “What has passed has passed. Time will only heal. Now, you must take care of yourself.“

You merely scoff through sniffles. “How can I care for myself when my brother is out there, involved in some supremacist and seditious group?”

Your expression doesn’t reflect his. Theseus is serious, a slight crease between his brows. “We’ll find your brother. I promise.”

Then, you smile. Soft and sweet. His hand suddenly feels heavy on your shoulder.

He must have realised it too, his touch so intimate, as he immediately yet hesitantly pulls it away for it to sit within his lap.

And just like that, it’s gone. The spark, the warmth. Whatever that was.

You spot the teacup by the sink, a reminder of your initial purpose. You turn to him, still holding that same smile. “Do you want some tea?” You ask, ambling towards the kettle, carefully pouring the gentle steaming water into the cup. Theseus spares his own nearly empty glass of water before turning to you once more, lips matching your smile. “I would like that very much.” He says with affection.

Then, a whiff of Gardenias as you sway in your stance, reaching for another cup from the rack. Vague and pleasant. He wonders if it’s your favourite.

“Do you like Gardenias?” Theseus blurts regretfully, yet you blink and spare him an amused look.

“Yes. I’m quite fond of them.”

Theseus simply nods and the conversation ends, leaving you to wonder over the possibilities and reasoning behind his sudden question, yet you don’t address it.

The two of you end up sipping tea, sitting at the dining table until the wee hours of the morning. Too awake to sleep and too tired to draw yourselves back to bed.

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The Daughter of the Sea - Chapter 6

(Y/n)'s POV

Once I get over the fact that my brother's Latin teacher was half horse, we have a nice tour.

We pass by the volleyball pit. Several of the campers nudge each other. One points to the Minotaur horn Percy is carrying. Another says, "It's them."

Most of the campers are older than me. Their satyr friends are bigger than Grover, all of them trotting around in orange CAMP HALF-BLOOD t-shirts, with nothing else to cover their bare shaggy hindquarters. I'm not normally shy, but the way they are staring at me and Percy makes me uncomfortable. I feel as though they want us to do a flip or something.

I look back at the farmhouse. It's bigger than I'd realized - four stories tall, sky blue with white trim, like an upscale seaside resort. I'm checking out the brass eagle weather vane on top when something catches my eyes, a shadow in the uppermost window of the attic gable. Something had moved the curtain, just for a second, and I get a distinct impression that I'm being watched.

"What's up there?" I ask Chiron.

He looks to where I'm pointing and his smile fades, "Just the attic."

"Somebody lives there?" Percy asks.

"No," he says with finality. "Not a single living thing."

I get the feeling that he's being truthful, but I am also sure something had moved that curtain.

As we get closer, I realize how huge the forest is. It takes up at least a quarter of the valley, with trees so tall and thick, you could imagine nobody had been in there since the Native Americans.

Chiron says, "The woods are stocked if you care to try your luck, but go armed."

"Stocked with what?" Percy asks. "Armed with what?"

"You'll see. Capture the flag is Friday night. Do you have your own swords and shields?"

"My own - ?" Percy is cut off.

"No," Chiron interupts. "I don't suppose you do. I think a size five will do for you, Percy, and a size three for you, (Y/n). I'll visit the armory later."

Finally, Chiron shows us the cabins. There are twelve of them, nestled in the woods by the lake. They are arranged in a U, with two at the base and five in a row on each side. And they are, without a doubt the most bizarre number above the door.

Except for the fact that each has a large brass number above the door (odds on the left side, evens on the right), they lock absolutely nothing alike. Number Nine has smokestacks, like a tiny factory. Number Four has tomato vines on the walls and a roof made out of real grass. Seven seems to be made of solid gold, which gleams so much in the sunlight it was almost impossible to look at. They all face a commons area about the size of a soccer field, dotted with Greek statues, fountains, flower beds, and a couple of basketball hoops (which were more my speed).

In the center of the field is a huge stone-lined firepit. Even though it is a warm afternoon, the hearth smolders. A girl, maybe nine years old is tending the flames, poking the coals with a stick. I wave at the girl and she looks surprised, as though no one acknowledged her often, and waves back with a smile.

The pair of cabins at the head of the field, numbers one and two, look like his-and-hers mausoleums, big white marble boxes with heavy columns in front. Cabin One is the biggest and bulkiest of the twelve. Its polished bronze doors shimmer like a hologram, so that from different angles lightning bolts seem to streak across them. Cabin Two is more graceful somehow, with slimmer columns garlanded with pomegranates and flowers. The walls are covered with images of peacocks.

"Zeus and Hera?" Percy guesses.

"Correct," Chiron says.

"Their cabins look empty."

"Several of the cabins are. That's true. No one ever stays in one or two."

I stop in front of the first cabin on the left, cabin three.

It isn't high and mighty like Cabin One, but low and solid. The outer walls are of rough gray stone studded with pieces of seashells and coral as if the slabs had been hewn straight from the bottom of the ocean floor. I peek inside the open doorway and Chiron says, "Oh, I wouldn't do that!"

Before he can pull me back, I catch the salty scent of the interior, like the wind on the shore at Montauk. The interior walls glow like abalone. There are six empty bunks with silk sheets turned down, but there is no sign anyone had ever slept there. The place feels so sad and lonely, I am glad when Chiron puts his hand on my shoulder and says, "Come along, (Y/n)."

Most of the other cabins were crowded with campers.

Number five was bright red—a real nasty paint job as if the color had been splashed on with buckets and fists. The roof was lined with barbed wire. A stuffed wild boar's head hung over the doorway, and its eyes seemed to follow me. Inside I could see a bunch of mean-looking kids, both girls and boys, arm wrestling and arguing with each other while rock music blared. The loudest was a girl maybe thirteen or fourteen. She wore a size XXXL CAMP HALF-BLOOD T-shirt under a camouflage jacket. She zeroed in on Percy and gives him an evil sneer.

"Oh, look," Chiron says as we approach Cabin Eleven. "Annabeth is waiting for us."

The blond girl I'd met at the Big House is reading a book in front of the last cabin on the left, number eleven. When we reach her, she looks me over critically, like she was still thinking about how much I drool.

I try to see what she was reading, but I can't make out the title. Then I realize the title isn't even English. The letters look Greek to me. I mean, literally Greek. There are pictures of temples and statues and different kinds of columns, like those in an architecture book.

"Annabeth," Chiron says, "I have Masters' Archery class at noon. Would you take Percy and (Y/n) from here?"

"Yes, sir."

"Cabin Eleven," Chiron tells us, gesturing towards the doorway. "Make yourself at home."

Out of all the cabins, Eleven looks the most like a regular old summer camp cabin, with the emphasis on old. the threshold is worn down, the brown paint peeling. Over the doorway is a caduceus.

Inside, it is packed with people, both boys and girls, way more than the number of bunk beds. Sleeping bags are spread all over the floor. It looks like a gym where the Red Cross had set up an evacuation center.

Chiron doesn't go in. The door is too low for him. But when the campers see him, they all stand and bow respectfully.

"Well, then," Chiron says. "Good luck, Percy, (Y/n). I'll see the two of you at dinner."

He gallops away towards the archery range.

Percy's POV

We stand in the doorway, looking at the kids. They aren't bowing anymore. They are staring at us, sizing us up. I know this routine. I'd gone through it at enough schools.

"Well?" Annabeth prompts. "Go on."

So naturally, I trip coming in the door, and (Y/n) grabs my upper arm, straightening me up. There are some snickers from the campers, but none of them say anything.

Annabeth announces, "Percy and (Y/n) Jackson, meet Cabin Eleven."

"Regular or undetermined?" somebody asks.

I don't know what to say, but Annabeth says, "Undetermined."

Everyone groans.

A guy who is a little older than the rest comes forward. "Now, now, campers. That's what we're here for. Welcome, Percy, (Y/n). You can have those two spots on the floor, right over there."

The guy was about nineteen, and he looks pretty cool. He's tall and muscular, with short-cropped sandy hair and a friendly smile. He wears an orange tank top, cutoffs, sandals, and a leather necklace with five different colored clay beads. The only thing unsettling about his appearance is a thick white scar that runs from just beneath his right eye to his jaw, like an old knife slash.

"This is Luke," Annabeth says, and her voice sounds different somehow. I glance over and swear she's blushing, but after a moment she sees me looking, and her expression hardens again. "He's your counselor for now."

"For now?" (Y/n) asks, looking rather curious.

"You're undetermined," Luke explains. "They don't know what cabin to put you in, so you're here. Cabin eleven takes all newcomers, all visitors. Naturally, we would. Hermes, our patron, is the god of travelers."

I look around at the campers' faces, some sullen and suspicious, some grinning stupidly, some eyeing me as if they are waiting for a chance to pick my pockets.

"How long will I be here?" I ask.

"Good question," Luke replies. "Until you're determined."

"How long will that take?"

The campers all laugh and (Y/n) facepalms.

"Come on," Annabeth tells us. "I'll show you the volleyball court."

"We've already seen it."

"Come on."

Annabeth grabs my wrist and drags me outside. I can hear the kids of Cabin Eleven laughing behind me and (Y/n) waves good-bye shyly.

When we are a few feet away, Annabeth says, "Jackson, you have to do better than that?"

"What?"

She rolls her eyes and mumbles under her breath, "I can't believe I thought you two were the ones."

"What's your problem?" I'm getting angry now, (Y/n) watching us cautiously. "All I know is, we kill some bull guy -"

"Don't talk like that!" Annabeth tells me. "You know how many kids at this camp wish they'd had your chance?"

"To get killed?"

"To fight the Minotaur! What do you think we train for?"

I shake my head. "Look, if the thing we fought is really the Minotaur, the same one in the stories . . ."

"Yes."

"Then there's only one."

"Yes."

"And he died, like, a gajillion years ago, right? Theseus killed him in the labyrinth. So..."

"Monsters don't die, Percy. They can be killed. But they don't die."

"Oh, thanks. That clears it up."

"Percy," (Y/n) says calmly. "I think what Annabeth is saying, is that monsters eventually reform."

Annabeth nods and I think about Mrs. Dodds. "You mean if I killed one, accidentally, with a sword—"

"The Fur...I mean, your math teacher. That's right. She's still out there. You just made her very, very mad."

"How did you know about Mrs. Dodds?"

"You talk in your sleep," Annabeth answers and (Y/n) suppresses a laugh.

"You almost called her something. A Fury? They're Hades' torturers, right?"

Annabeth glances nervously at the ground as if she expects it to open up and swallow her. "You shouldn't call them by name, even here. We call them the Kindly Ones if we have to speak of them at all."

"Look, is there anything we can say without it thundering?" I sound whiny, even to myself, but right then I don't care. "Why do we have to stay in Cabin Eleven, anyway? Why is everybody so crowded together? There are plenty of empty bunks right over there."

I point to the first few cabins, and Annabeth turns pale. "You don't just choose a cabin, Percy. It depends on who your parents are. Or...your parent."

She stares at me, waiting for me to get it.

"Our mother is Sally Jackson," (Y/n) says softly. "She works at the candy store in Grand Central Station. At least, she used to."

"I'm sorry about your mom, (Y/n). But that's not what I mean. I'm talking about your other parent. Your dad."

"He's dead," I say simply. "We never knew him."

Annabeth sighs. Clearly, she'd had this conversation before with other kids. "Your father's not dead."

"How can you say that? You know him?"

"No, of course not."

"Then how can you say -"

"Because I know the two of you. You wouldn't be here if you weren't one of us."

"You don't know anything about us.

"No?" She raises an eyebrow. "I bet you moved around from school to school. I bet you were kicked out of a lot of them."

"How -"

"Diagnosed with dyslexia. Probably ADHD, too."

I try to swallow my embarrassment. "What does that have to do with anything?"

(Y/n)'s POV

"Taken together, it's almost a sure sign. The letters float off the page when you read, right? That's because your mind is hardwired for ancient Greek. And the ADHD—you're impulsive, can't sit still in the classroom. That's your battlefield reflexes. In a real fight, they'd keep you alive. As for the attention problems, that's because you see too much, Percy, not too little. Your senses are better than a regular mortal's. Of course, the teachers want you medicated. Most of them are monsters. They don't want you seeing them for what they are."

"You sound like...you went through the same thing?"

"Most of the kids here did. If you weren't like us, you couldn't have survived the Minotaur, much less the ambrosia and nectar."

"Ambrosia and nectar."

"The food and drink we were giving you to make you better. That stuff would've killed a normal kid. It would've turned your blood to fire and your bones to sand and you'd be dead. Face it. You're both half-bloods."

A half-blood.

I am reeling with so many questions I don't know where to start.

Then a husky voice yells, "Well! Two newbies!"

I look over. The big girl from the ugly red cabin is sauntering towards us. She has three other girls behind her, all big and ugly and mean-looking like her, all wearing camo jackets.

"Clarisse," Annabeth sighs. "Why don't you go polish your spear or something?"

"Sure, Miss Princess," the big girl says. "So I can run you through with it Friday night."

"Erre es korakas!" Annabeth says, which I somehow understand is Greek for 'Go to the crows!' though I have a feeling it was a worse curse than it sounds. "You don't stand a chance."

"We'll pulverize you," Clarisse says, but her eye twitches. Perhaps she isn't so sure she can follow through on ht threat. She turns towards me, then she looks at Percy. "Who are these's runts?"

"Percy and (Y/n) Jackson," Annabeth says, "meet Clarisse, Daughter of Aries."

Percy blinks. "Like . . . the war god?"

Clarisse sneers. "You got a problem with that?"

"No," Percy says, seemingly recovering his 'wits'. "It explains the bad smell."

Long story short, Percy made the toilets explode.

Yeah, I said it. He made the toilets explode . . .

Word Count: 2455 words

[dandelionte-eth]

Beginning after my last exam this wednesday, I have almost three months ahead of me with practically no obligations. So, I have made a bucket list of sorts for things I want to use this summer for:

finish my cosplay of Critical Role's Caduceus Clay. i have started this project in february, and i haven't touched it since march, so it's about time it got some love again

do some bonding with my mother's dog. he is almost two now and he is incredibly attached to her, which is absolutely adorable to watch, but i do find it almost sad how absolutely lost he looks whenever she isn't around. i'm hoping that if i spent some more time with him he might trust me a bit more and be less dependent on her

read three books. that isn't a lot for three months, but considering my recent track record i figured i wouldn't set the bar too high to start

watch several series and movies i've been asked to or wanting to watch forever

dabble a bit in a new programming language. probably either smalltalk, c++ or python

read Ovid's Heroides. i have been so curious ever since i learned of their existence and i really wanna know the things he thinks ariadne would write to theseus in a letter

explore the landscape around me a lot more. i'm pretty familiar with the immediate surroundings of my home, but as soon as i get more than an hour away (by foot), it's terra incognita in most directions for me. also, i did not spend enough time outside this semester at all

revise everything from real analysis I and II. i don't know who decided that having three months between the last lecture and the exam was a good idea, but i hope they too have to spend their summer studying the hella confusing intricacies of a subject they never had interest in in the first place

many more fun things that i may or may not already have plans about, but the above are the absolute basics of things i want to have done by the start of the new semester

Let me know if you have any time to spare this summer, and what you are most excited to do with it! I'm always curious

[uthseikoashx-inflamedme]

What I would love to see in the next Fantastic Beasts movies

(as always, sorry for the mistakes and for my poor english, I’m not a native speaker, etc! I will continue to correct it)

If you already read other posts I wrote, you know that I’m into plans and organised texts. So here we go again.

Just to be clear:

it's neither a request, nor what I think we should or need to see, and I won't be mad if we don't have the following scenes it in the next films. (I do have an opinion on what can be interessing to include in the movies, but again, it's my opinion! just ideas, and a lot of questions without answers also, etc) (and well it’s not groundbreaking but who cares)

About Newt and his friends

About Albus Dumbledore and Gellert Grindelwald

About the Summer of 1899

About the other characters

About the Wizarding Society, Muggle world, etc

Some explanations we would like to have

1. About Newt and his friends

- Newt as a selfless and intrepid hero who loves all of the magic creatures

- To be honest, all the team as dauntless and loveable heroes and heroins facing bad guys (and Jacob - who’s already the kindest and smoothest man - being also incredibly brave)

- Newt and Tina, as a couple, loving each other, fighting together, having each other back, growing stronger and more confident with each other (like they’re fighting and are in symbiosis) (in the last film obviously)

- Queenie Goldstein as a powerful witch while she explains why she joined Grindelwald’s side - because she believes Ministry is going to do nothing for her, because she believes in a brighter future without the Statute

- (At least) some clues about Nagini’s and Riddle’s meeting

- Credence’s true family? And because his past is quite tragic and he’d already gone through awful experiences, maybe his happy end?

- Theseus not knowing how to act after Leta’s death: should he follow blindly the Ministry? Trust Dumbledore, his brother and the rest of the team?

- A character eventually agreeing with some of Grindelwald’s ideas about magic things which shouldn’t be hide and stuff, but fighting against him anyway (well, most likely Queenie)

2. About Albus Dumbledore and (or) Gellert Grindelwald

- Albus Dumbledore as the charismatic, incredibly marvellous and skilled wizard he is, while people around him are impress by his aura: imagine Albus walking in the Ministry, and people who are supposed to protect the whole country are amazed, even scared: he’s stunning, blazing with power (and with cold fury, because the Ministry obviously did something stupid and Dumbledore is mad at them)

(at this point, we finally understand why he is the most powerful, skilled, prodigious, dazzling wizard of his age)¹

- Albus with colourful and amazing clothes

- Albus facing his Boggart (which is supposed to be Ariana’s corpse, but well, who knows)²

- Gellert Grindelwald facing his Boggart (what could it be?) (ok, I’m just curious here)

- The backstory of the Deluminator: why and when Albus developed this magical device? Did he always used it to have fun with light, or was it initially a more personal object? Had Albus created the Deluminator to find Gellert Grindelwald to fight him, at the end?

- A funny and arrogant (and bitter?) Dumbledore’s rejoinder, while he’s conscious of his marvellous mind and skills (like in the books)

- Dumbledore’s reaction when he discovers who is the actual Master of Elder Wand (again, i’m curious)

- Are Grindelwald’s mismatched eyes™ a sign of something important about his past, his abilities? is his hair white - and not anymore blond - because of Dark magic?

- A moment when we see how Dumbledore is able to manipulate surrounding people, including allies and friends

- A heartbreaking and breathtaking dialogue in 1945, while they fight against each other - and I wonder if - how - they are going to talk about their past, shared ambition and dreams, sentiments, guilt, regrets, etc

3. About the Summer of 1899

- To be honest, it’s mostly: Albus and Gellert as remarkable, arrogant, impish, brillant and not wise at all young wizards in a flashback of 1899

passionate discussions about the Hallows, politics, the Statute, or complex magic things

wandless magic, non-verbal spells, forbidden and dangerous rituals³

Albus’ reactions while Gellert has his visions (was he already able to control his Seer’s abilities?)

how they have fun (common sense of humour, a bit bitter and jeering one most likely?)

And thanks those very quick scenes, we understand why Albus and Gellert fell in love with each other - they both were a freedom symbol for the other in a way, all what they always desired and dreamed of - and their common ambition elevated them, made them wanted a bright and glorious future

(ok, too much to show, yes, i know)

- Also, an already dangerous and extreme Gellert and an in-denial Albus (about the Inferi army, etc)

- A glimpse of the relationship between Abelforth and Ariana, between Albus and his family, and between Gellert and Albus’ siblings

(edit: and yeah i forgot, a kiss or something - an act only did by lovers and not best friends, because there are still people believing they are friends - and their relationship is technically still not canon?)

4. About the other characters

- Adult Abelforth, loathing his brother, suffuring

- Tom Riddle at Hogwarts, possibly facing Dumbledore, or as a young charismatic awful future Dark wizard, or acting like he’s jealous of Grindelwald’s influence and like he already wants to surpass him

(it could be great to see him, at least few seconds, to build the bridge between FB and HP and most importantly to have a more detailed vision of Wizarding modern History, you know what i mean?)

- Ministry people who do not like Dumbledore because it’s funny

- A character who’s scared by the war and finally who gives up, and who runs away to try to be as far as possible from the political troubles

(it would show how war is an ordeal - I do not have the impression that the pressure and all were something so exposed in HP books, it could be great to see it?)⁴

- Minerva McGonagall, Alastor Moody, Cornelius Fudge, etc, being young - if they are already born in 1945? It’s not written anywhere so idk

- edit: I forgot Hagrid, it could be awesome to see him as a teen in the last movie during the events of the Chamber of Secrets’ first opening!

5. About the Wizarding Society, Muggle world, ect

- The consequences of Grindelwald’s actions around the wizarding world and in the Muggle world: how things are destroyed, how he influences the governments

- The influence of rich and conservative pure-blood families through the war: how several of the sacred-28 families supported Grindelwald, how they influenced the whole magic society, why their inaction killed people, how the Ministry is corrupted, why it didn’t really change, even after the end of the war⁵

- The same conservative influence but in the very heart of character’s life: how Nagini is marginalized, for example⁶

- Why not political opinions expressed by several characters, to show how politics is a delicate and intricate subject, and why neither Albus Dumbledore nor Gellert Grindelwald are all white / all black, how Grindelwald gain influence, etc

6. Some explanation we would like to have

- Why is Albus Dumbledore DADA teacher? We know he wrote articles in Transfiguration Today before graduating, so why teaching DADA? (guilt, will to help young people to not be tempted by Dark magic and power like he was, or was there simply already a Transfiguration teacher?)(should I mention it’s never said in the HP books?)

- When and why will Albus be the Transfiguration teacher? (edit: we have clues in FBtCoG because Travers says Albus is not going to be allowed to teach DADA anymore so I guess it explains it)

- How can Minerva McGonagall be at Hogwarts, already be a young woman - if I remember well, she’s not even born? Or extremely young?

- How Gellert Grindelwald summoned a phoenix - and more likely, let’s theorize, how might he summon and control Fawkes?

(because Credence can’t be a Dumbledore - or at least, can’t be directly related to Albus, Ariana, Kendra and Percival - or is he the illegitimate and secrete son of Abelforth? a cousin of Albus?

but if we consider Credence is not a Dumbledore, Gridelwald had been able to control a phoenix which is linked to thhe Dumbledores, right? is it thanks the blood pact? of because of Credence’s Obscurus? we don’t know

edit: or there is the theory about Credence being created by the philosopher’s stone I guess, so with Ariana’s Obscurial and most likely Albus’ blood)

- Why nobody knew that Grindelwald and Dumbledore met each other when they were teenagers, when Rita Skeeter published Life and Lies of Albus Dumbledore in 1998?

(i’m not so angry, i’m mostly confused)

The Ministry knew Albus met Gellet Grindelwald in 1899, right? How can a that huge information be a secret during decades? Why Rita Skeeter only found it after Dumbledore’s death? Albus said they used to be “closer than brothers”: after that and because Travers doubted of Dumbledore’s true side, Albus had been restricted and watched by the Ministry during FBCoG. It should exist papers, files, archives which confirmed all of this. So why everybody forgot that Gellert and Albus knew each other when they were young?

- Or about Albus’ and Gellert’s former close relationship, didn’t Travers or Theseus understand they were lovers? Or if they understood, they - again - didn’t tell it? (Travers is not fond of Dumbledore, it could have been a scandal, why he didn’t say it?) Can all of that make any sense?

- Why isn’t the Blood Pact ever mentioned in Life and Lies of Albus Dumbledore - or most likely, how everybody (Albus; Gellert; Newt and Newt’s friends; the Minstry; Grindelwald’s acolytes, etc) had succeed to hide it from the press and the whole magic society?

That’s already a lot so let’s stop here Half of it is not so deep but I’m a simple girl, I’m always here for characters’ and background’s (lore?) development I will be pleased to hear what are your own wishes also

Notes:

¹ : certainly one of the thing i would the most like to see in the next movies, which is also something very important in the FB and HP universe - i have the feeling his power, skills, etc are more an idea than a reality. (and i indeed used a thesaurus to describe him)

² : Boggarts, Albus’ Boggart, how - in Albus’ situation - it mirrors his Erised reflect and how it might show important elements about him is a subject i really want to broach, i already planned it, it may be great to talk about it i think?

³ : talking about forbidden rituals, i talked here about the Blood Pact and why i think it was illegal, Dark, etc :

Why Albus didn’t tell Ministry employees about the Blood Pact

⁴ : to be fair, there are elements which are reminders of the pressure of the war in the book, especially in OotP and DH, but the Golden Trio did not experienced the war like the common people did, and the story - even very short - of someone who was scared is something i will be pleased to discover

⁵ : well, i talked a bit about pure-blood conservative families, their power and their influence in two posts:

How can everyone find their true-love and still be in love after years in HP? (”magic-soulmates” theory and conservative society)

Why are the Weasleys poor? (eng&fr) (theories about pure-blood families, inheritance, etc)

(it’s theories, but it can explain my point of view - headcanons? - about those families and the Wizarding Society)

⁶ : again, check the two posts if you are interested!

Thanks for reading!

I again apologize for the mistakes - and there might be incorrect informations, even if I hope there are not

[agathabridgerton]

The Simplicity of Chasing His Everything

December is bittersweet. It starts off no different than the other months of the year, and when Newt arrives in New York, everything catches his eye. But nothing more so than a pair of vivid brown eyes that sharply remind him of salamanders. It’s not something he notices straight away, nor something he notices the rest of the morning or afternoon.

It’s not until that evening, during an awkward dinner, that he truly notices the exact color of Tina’s eyes. He only realizes he’s tucked away the information when he arrives home to be confronted by a grayscale version of the woman — Tina’s picture in the paper proclaiming her renewed status as an Auror.

Her eyes aren’t glowing in this photo like they did when I brushed my thumb across her face... is the first thing he thinks, ignoring the heading for eight seconds straight. (He writes a redundant congratulatory letter when he finally reads the title, and carefully rips out her picture to stick it on the underside of the lid of his case for safekeeping — a reminder of the life he can live with her one day).

Their goodbyes at the docks do something to Newt’s heart that he doesn’t quite understand. A week with a woman with eyes the color of a salamander and he’s already head over heels in love.

He commits Tina’s face to memory and makes two promises — one to her and one to himself. He promises her that he will come back, and he promises himself he’ll see her again. It’s the only way he can make leaving her have some semblance of purpose behind it.

*

Winter drags on, ending in despair. He fails his promise to her. A travel ban from the Ministry has separated them an uncrossable ocean away from each other, much to his chagrin. He writes to her, explaining why he’s in London and not New York, and when winter gives way to spring, things are going well.

But, of course, just when things are looking up, they have to plummet straight back down. A book launch comes and goes, and with it, his fame soars, as well as his wealth. But she stops writing. Tina. His salamander eyes, his crown jewel, his North Star. He doesn’t know what to think.

What did I do? Did I say something? What did I do to deserve this torture? swim around his mind as his head falls in his hands, and he sobs for what could have been for the first time in many years.

*

A desolate spring drags into a desolate summer, accompanied by many requests to meet for dinner by Theseus and Leta. All of them Newt refuses, of course, preferring to wallow in his own misery.

He’s nothing without Tina. She is his everything, the reason he went outside, the reason he appealed for the removal of his travel ban four times — soon to be five.

She is his sun, his moon, the center of his world, of his universe, and he is nothing without her. He is worthless without her words to comfort him.

He’s never felt so lost as he does now.

*

Summer starts to fade, and with it, any semblance of hope. But, Newt decides, staring at his photo of Tina as she smiles back, he needs to keep trying. He’s not a quitter. With his last sliver of hope, he heads to the Ministry for his fifth appeal to have his travel ban removed.

In desperation, he forms a half-hearted plan: get the travel ban removed, buy a boat ticket to New York (and leave his beasts at home — Bunty can take care of them), and find Tina. He’s so desperate that he doesn’t care about how exactly he’ll rectify their relationship. All he needs is to see her face again, drink in the color of her eyes, know that she’s okay.

That’s what keeps him going — besides his creatures, of course. But that’s been a constant in his life, from what feels like since the day he was born. She’s something entirely new. He often lays awake at night and wonders how he ever managed to live without those salamander eyes in his life before he met Tina. She’s everything he could ever want in a lifelong companion, so how can he ever stop chasing her?

*

It doesn’t come as a surprise to him that his travel ban removal is denied once more. He arrives cautiously optimistic, internally weighing his chances of success until Pickett interrupts with his button-playing.

What surprises him is the fact that Leta is there — and Theseus, too. That’s when he realizes that this appeal is different than the others, though he tries to ignore the swirl of emotions (namely hope and fear) in his stomach.

But he pushes through the awkwardness and the tension and the hope and the fear. For Tina, he tells himself as he gives his usual answers to the usual questions.

Then a downright evil man — Grimmson, known beast-murderer — enters the conversation, and Newt can’t count the number of times he withholds himself from hexing the vile man. The Ministry-approved wand-for-hire tries to taint him, pulls his strings, gets on his last nerves.

But, instead of hexing the vile little bugger, he gets up and swiftly exits the room, leaving behind an extraordinary opportunity that — had he been smarter about less desperate — he would’ve taken.

For Tina, he thinks, but he’s rattled, and just wants to curl up in his bed and read through her old letters that smell of Queenie’s cocoa, and Tina’s favorite ink — and if tears follow… he can’t say he’s opposed to the idea.

*

Dumbledore tries to coerce him into doing his bidding, but the task has nothing to do with seeing his everything again. Newt doesn’t do sides, he doesn’t fight other people’s wars. So he refuses as politely as possible, inquiring why it has to be him. He’s neither interested in tracking down Grindelwald nor talented enough to succeed if he tries.

After that encounter, he goes home to occupy himself with something other than thoughts of Tina. And as cute as the baby Nifflers are, as happy as seeing Jacob and Queenie makes him, the ache of Tina not being there with him is more powerful than anything he’s ever known.

He wishes she was there, on his doorstep, worrying her lip. That he could gaze at her for a moment until she looks up at him and smiles her beautiful grin that steals all the words he could ever say to her from the rip of his tongue. He would eventually find it in him to walk toward her and almost hug her but stop short, yet she wants his touch, so she throws her arms around him and pulls him into a crushing hug that says everything for them. 

Studying the postcard, Newt drinks in the sight of her writing, not giving a damn that it isn’t meant for him. His eyes widen, his thoughts so loud he’s sure anyone within a mile radius can hear them.

*

In all honesty, Newt is actually quite proud of himself for his reaction to seeing Tina again. He doesn’t fall on his knees begging for forgiveness, he doesn’t smother her in an unrequited hug, and he doesn’t collapse into hysterical ecstasy when he finally manages to tell her that he is most certainly a single man, ripe for the taking (in different words, but they mean the same thing).

When Leta interrupts, he’s briefly stunned until Tina pulls him along, and once they escape the Ministry, the mysteries finally start to unfold. But then that damn dark wizard has to come into play and screw everything up! He steals Queenie, breaking Tina’s heart, and he knows she won’t be okay until they get her sister back.

It is that night, when he hears her desolate sobs, that he vows to always be there for her, as long as he can. He vows to do what he can to make everything right again because Tina deserves nothing less than the best he can give.

*

A few years pass by, war looming over their heads, and Newt’s only comfort is his Tina curled next to him in bed, sleeping peacefully for the first time in many nights. He suspects it’s because of his presence, which is a new arrangement, and his only complaint is that she’s stolen the comforter off his bed and somehow wrapped it around her body. He doesn’t have it in his heart to wake her and cover them both, so he simply conjures another one from her bedroom and drapes himself in her scent, falling into a deep sleep himself.

He wakes up later in the night to her intense gaze, and they share a gentle, lingering kiss before she tucks herself into his body to sleep again. He gladly wraps his arms around her, pulling his comforter around the both of them and pressing a kiss to her head.

[xialing-gf]

summer

summary: Theseus never expected to have such an eventful summer with you

wc: 1214

A/n: this is kinda written from Theseus’ perspective! also I haven’t written a Fantastic Beasts fic in so long because of endgame oops

also! this fic is based on the song summer by Chloe lilac

Theseus wasn’t used to seeing Hogwarts illuminated by the summer sunshine. He was used to the gloomy Europe weather clouding the skies with dark clouds that made Hogwarts look dreary on the outside. He took one last look at the school before following his classmates to the train. Theseus was returning home with his brother for the summer and returning to Hogwarts once the next school semester started.

As everybody began to board the train, Theseus lost sight of Newt in the busy crowd of students and luggage but knew his brother would find his way into the train. He found a seat next to some people he knew from his dorm and listened distantly to their conversation, a little too wrapped up in his thoughts to be paying too much attention to their conversation. Theseus wondered what next year would be like as next year was his last year at Hogwarts and was dragged out of his thoughts when one of his friends asked, “Theseus, what are you doing this summer?”

“Oh, nothing much, probably,” Theseus replied shyly, watching everybody’s reactions. People shook their heads and some looked worried. His friend who had asked the question widened her eyes, exclaiming, “Nothing much? Theseus, this is our last summer before we become adults! You have to live a little! Go out and experience life!”

Everybody nodded in agreement and Theseus shrugged reluctantly, “All right. I’ll try to, I guess.”

“That’s the spirit!” Theseus’ friend smiled before everybody moved on to question another person. His thoughts shifted away from school and his last year at Hogwarts and more towards summer. His friends were right; he did need to experience summer without worrying about studying. Maybe this summer would finally be the chance for Theseus to live his life.

Or not, Theseus thought as he got off the train station and watched Newt run into his mother’s arms. He forgot that he had little to no friends in London and that he was probably going to be stuck with his parents for the majority of summer. He sighed and brought his luggage over to his parents, greeting them with hugs. Just as he predicted, his summer was unpredictable, at least for the first two weeks. He mostly lounged around at home, looked over spell books, or watched Newt to make sure that his brother didn’t get into too much trouble.

Then, one day, Theseus was sitting outside his apartment building on a wooden bench, reading a book when he met you. You were riding your bicycle on the street with some friends, laughing loudly. This prompted him to look up from the book he was reading and make awkward eye contact with you. He tried to return to reading the book and brush off that moment but you didn’t let it go.

“Hey! Boy with the book! What are you doing? It’s summer, you shouldn’t be reading,” You biked over to the sidewalk where the bench Theseus was sitting on was located. You waved to your friends, indicating that they should continue on without you and that you would catch up so they took off, giggling in the distance.

“Well, I don’t have something better to do with my time,” Theseus replied, bookmarking his page and placing the book next to him on his bench. You got off your bicycle and walked up to the bench, brushing a stray strand of hair away from your face while maintaining a steady grip on your bicycle with the other.

“You’re not from around here, are you?” You asked, an accusatory tone unintentionally crawling into your voice. A mild look of surprise crossed Theseus’ face as he nodded. “I figured. I haven’t seen you around and I’ve been here for ages.”

“Yeah, well I’ve here and I go to a boarding school during the school year,” Theseus explained, slightly entranced by the expression of curiosity you had. “I’m Theseus by the way. I don’t think I mentioned my name before.”

“Oh, I’m Y/n. You clearly have no friends here, no offense, if you haven’t been here for the majority of the year. Why don’t you hang out with me and my friends? We could use an extra brain in our group,” You grinned, a mischievous glint in your eye. Normally Theseus wouldn’t have accepted your offer but he remembered how his friends all urged him to live his life to the fullest during summer. He knew reading books alone was definitely not what living his life to the fullest looked like so he made up his mind only after a moment of consideration.

“Why not?”

“That’s the spirit!” You smiled at his response and mounted your bike. “We’ll be at the dock waiting for you. Be there with a bike in ten minutes!”  

Theseus didn’t even get a chance to ask what you would be doing at the dock before you took off and sighed as he went to get his bicycle. As he hiked to the dock, a warm summer breeze ruffled his hair gently and he smiled, feeling a little better than he had before when he was reading alone. When he arrived at the dock, he met you and your friends. You introduced your friends to him and to his delight, they were all pretty nice.

At the dock, you taught him how to pull some pranks on some fishermen (of course, harmless) and you reminded him of Newt a ton. Theseus had almost forgotten that you were a muggle and almost told you about a spell Newt liked to use to confuse the professors at Hogwarts. Although he was skeptical and cautious at first, Theseus began to enjoy himself a lot and found himself laughing with you and your friends.

Every day of summer was different with you. Some days you and your friends would take him on relaxing bicycle rides around the city and sometimes you would dare him to perform brave tasks, like buying baby food and telling the cashier it was for his baby. Theseus felt like a real teenager as he was doing all these irrational but fun tasks and before he knew it, summer was approaching its end.

Theseus was excited to tell all his friends about your fiery personality and all your friends but he was going to miss you a lot as well. School for muggles started one day before he had to take a train back to Hogwarts so Theseus had stayed at home alone on the last of summer. He was reading a book when he heard a knock on his door.

When he opened the door, he saw you standing with a bouquet of sunflowers in your hand. You threw your arms around him in a comforting manner and whispered, “Don’t you dare forget about me.”

Theseus laughed as you pulled away, handing him the bouquet of sunflowers, “I won’t.”

And he was true to his word. Theseus told all his classmates about the crazy summer he had with you and told everybody about you and your brilliant laugh. He told his mother to take care of the sunflowers while he was gone and when Theseus graduated from Hogwarts and came back home, the sunflowers were still alive, more vibrant and welcoming than ever.

~

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[lessonincanvases]

all of creatures and heroes!

omg angel

creatures

Pegasus: Last movie you watched?

mmm honestly i think it was inside out?? me n my girlfriend watched it together after watching midsommar the dichotomy of man xx

Mermaid: Last tv show you finished?

FLEABAG and im just UGH

Centaur: Last book you read?

i reread nightfilm the other week!

Siren: Last song you listened to?

red door by julien baker ugh i stan forever

Gorgon: Last thing you ate?

a nutella and banana crepe 

Cyclops: Last time you cried?

three days ago bc i was tired lol

Minotaur: Last time you were truly happy?

today walking home from the bus bc it’s sunny and beautiful and warm today and my music was good and i just had a Fleeting Moment of True Joy

Sphynx: Last text you sent?

lmao i texted MANIC EYES to my girlfriend about a picture of her cat

Chimera: Last call you made?

my bank lol fuck phone calls 

Griffin: Last thing you did before going to sleep last night?

snuggled with my kitten 

Nymph: Last dream you remember?

the other night i dreamt that i was trying to organise my shit in a room that was full of rain and then my mother came in to have a conversation with me about something ?????

Satyr: Last time you couldn’t stop laughing?

yesterday when i was visiting my friend in hospital and he showed me a video of his dog opening the fridge and stealing an entire block of cheese

heroes

Heracles: Have you ever had a dream come true?

i have not bc i rarely remember my dreams and when i do they’re like. magical not anything real 

Theseus: What is your worst regret?

oh god um i think probably i regret letting my anxiety and fear of failure and rejection stop me from trying to actually get into acting schools 

Perseus: Have you ever been arrested?

nope im petrified of the police !

Cadmus: Have you ever had your heart broken?

nope lol

Achilles: Have you ever had to be hospitalized?

i have not

Actaeon: Tell about a memory you wish to forget.

uuuuuuuuuhhh so many of the things i did when i was young and awkward and i didn’t know how to be social without being super fucking weird 

Bellerophon: Have you ever passed out?

never!

Agamemnon: What is an achievement you’re proud of?

i’m incredibly academically articulate and good at the whole words thing so earlier this year i wrote a 2000 word personal reflection on an acting breadth subject i did in literally two hours and got an h1 on it lol 

Oedipus: Have you ever been in love?

ya :)

Jason: Have you ever travelled abroad? Where?

i’ve actually done a lot of travel! i used to live in bermuda which was wild and also my family is really spread out and also big on travel so i’ve been to a lot of places in the states, cancun, england, france, scotland, switzerland, luxembourg, austria, prague, canada, new zealand, tahiti, and south africa! 

Atlanta: Have you ever stood up for someone else?

yeah and it was terrifying 

Hippolytus: Tell an experience you will never forget.

ok ok so it’s really cheesy but like when i was doing some travel in europe on my own, i was in france for three weeks doing a french language course, and i went to a wine and cheese tasting thing the language school set up and after the thing i was walking to my host family’s house and it was sunset and late summer and warm and beautiful and i was the only one on the sidewalk and i remember feeling so giddy and free like the world was wide open in front of me and i literally danced down the sidewalk and i was twirling and laughing and so so happy and like the song i was dancing to is forever associated with this exact moment 

[sidekickjoey]

My (Very) Spoiler Filled Review of Fantastic Beasts: Crimes of Grindlewald

That movie was so much better than I was expecting considering all the reviews I’ve seen knocking it hard for the past week. Here’s my recap of my experience with it character-by-character, as well as some of my responses to reviews/criticism I read beforehand-- let me know what you think! 

Read at your own risk, there’s a lot of spoilers here. Scroll REALLY fast until you see the gif I put at the end, mobile users! I’m sorry read mores don’t work for you! 

1. Newt Scamander, never change. I found myself going ‘awwww’ way too much over this man in this movie. He’s so quirky and so true to himself the whole way through, and I absolutely am in awe of it. He’s seriously a dream of a man. The gentleness he gives toward his creatures and his utter playfulness with the ZouWu (look me in the eye and tell me that didn’t make you feel all warm inside) was breathtaking. Eddie Redmayne once again outdid himself with his portrayal of Newt. His expressions this movie too were phenomenal, especially since we didn’t always hear Newt speaking. A+ to him all across the board.

2. Let’s talk about Queenie. I see a lot of people upset at what Queenie became in this movie, but in all reality, I don’t think it’s as out of character as everyone is saying. Think about it: Queenie experienced something traumatic. She found the one man she loves more than anything, and then suddenly he’s ripped away from her because of a rule the main four all acknowledged in some way was super ancient and not right. She gets him back, but yet again, she is hounded with society being like “Hey, we see your love, but it’s not right and we will send you to prison if you try marrying each other.” That stuff gets to you. It makes you think irrationally. Someone mentioned “But Queenie was so smart last time and now she’s acting like an idiot.” Well, yeah. That’s kind of what Jacob was saying. It’s because she feels threatened, and that pressure has gotten to her so much that she is desperate to find a fix for it. Was it a lot to use a love potion on Jacob? Yes. Was it a lot to jump the gun and follow Grindlewald? Yes. But she felt she had no choice. She was backed into a corner, and Grindlewald held out his hand and said he can make all her dreams come true. When you are desperate, you’re going to take whatever chances you can get. 

3. By the way, let’s talk about Grindlewald. I walked into this expecting Hitler 2.0 to be honest, but what we got is kind of scarier in a way. Grindlewald is, as we saw in the first movie with his “Won’t we die just a little” comment to Newt, not exactly wrong. He’s fighting for things that should be fixed. He wants freedom and he wants truth. He wants wizards to have to not live in shame, and he wants them to be able to marry muggles and even interact with them without shame. However, he’s a bad guy fighting behind these causes. His methods and means of going about things are all wrong. With the WWII vision he saw, he pandered to fear to gain support. He took the message and said “Hey, this is the future if we don’t act” without informing them that, sorry to break it to you, that’s the future regardless. And that my friends is dangerous. He’s so sly and he’s so manipulative, and he gets away with what he does with his supporters because he’s not fighting for a bad cause. It sends chills up and down my spine thinking of it. Also, I’m not too fond of Depp, but his delivery of Grindlewald, especially during the speech, was fantastic. If anything, his role of the villain offers you a chance to hate him all you want. I really enjoyed his portrayal this time around.

4. Oh my goodness, Newtina. I’ll admit, I wasn’t the biggest Newtina fan coming into this film. I liked them, but idk, the chemistry wasn’t really there for me and it seemed a bit forced. This film, however, changed my mind. My heart freakin broke hearing Newt call out to Tina in his home. He looked so utterly devastated. And Tina reacting so hurt to him, calling him Mr. Scamander? Rip out my heart and serve it on a plate, will you? Newt is freakin precious around her, and you could actually feel he was crazy about her this time. His cute little fawning over her eyes and her stance was precious. It reminded me of when Harry talks about Ginny having nice skin. Tina’s admiration for Newt also was precious. The way she finished his sentence, the way she understood his methods with the ZouWu? Idk, I could feel she really is starting to understand him and become attached. My heart melts for them this time around, and even though the kiss didn’t come, I think it’ll be there next time and beautiful as ever.

5. Dumbledore. Jude Law can freakin slay. I absolutely was in love with everything about his portrayal of Dumbledore. I literally have no complaints, he was perfection.

6. Credence, or whoever you are. This was a bit of whirlwind. If there was ever a part where I got tripped up, it was probably at this reveal. One moment he’s the son of that nanny of his, then he’s a Lestrange, and the next moment he’s some random? I really feel for his frustration because how do you even comprehend all that. I full out shouted though when his big ending cliffhanger thing happened. A lot of people are tripped up because “in the canon verse Dumbledore only had one brother and one sister, JKR is ruining everything, doom and gloom forever.” However, let’s look at what JKR said: not everything we think we know at the end is true. This could be another one of Grindlewald’s mind games. Remember, Queenie told Grindlewald Credence was unsure of his choice. What if this is a ploy to retain his trust? And, if it is true, what if there is a lot more to the story that we will find out that explains why Credence went absolutely unknown and unspoken of in the original Harry Potter books? We are only two movies in to a five part series, everyone. There’s time to figure things out. Don’t let that stop you from enjoying the movie and ones to come.

7. My dear Leta & Theseus. Theseus was what I thought he would be. The kind of outgoing, stiff, Percy-like character who plays a near opposite of his brother. I liked though the moments when Theseus let his guard down and took care toward Newt. His hug was one of those times, and at the end when Newt hugs him back? Magic, right there. I wish we knew a bit more about how he came to be with Leta, but that’s okay. I loved getting to know her a bit and see her past with Newt. She seemed like someone who would give it all to protect those she felt she wronged or cared about, so I do not see her passing as all that out of the blue. Someone needed to do it, and it did two really important things. One, it gave Theseus something other than his boring ministry job’s orders to fight for. Two, it made Newt finally choose a side. Though our time was short with her, I adored her being around.

8. And then there’s Nagini. I feel like we will get way more time with her toward the end of the series. I loved her being there as Credence’s support and friend. I’m still wildly intrigued as to how she ends up in Voldemort’s company, especially after seeing her so pointedly choose against Grindlewald. 

9. The Troublemakers: Nicolas Flamel and McGonagall. Flamel was honestly really funny here, and I know some people have said he was pointless, but I really enjoyed him being there. He provided a good moment of comic relief, and in the end he helped save the day. Not every character has to be some dark, deep character. As for Minerva, I know the timeline is wrong. I get it. I think that was a bit of fan service so people who are HP fans but aren’t as into FB see a familiar face. Not everyone is reading up on HP lore and timelines. To some people, there is no problem with it. It sucks for those who know about the issue, but I don’t think it’s enough to start a riot against JKR for. There’s loads that doesn’t always make sense in the HP universe, and frankly, this will go down with that. Take a deep breath and move forward, everyone.

10. Lastly, Jacob. My sweet summer child. He’s really put through the ringer with this movie. One second he’s engaged, the next second he’s lost in London, then his girlfriend suddenly isn’t with him and he finds her at some villain rally? One man can only take so much. I feel for him at the end when he’s so incredibly lost and looking ready to die. Bless Tina for keeping an eye on him. I’m really glad he has Newt around. His moments with Newt were adorable, and I love that he, much like Tina, is starting to accept that Newt’s just a quirky guy. He’s starting to read and understand him more, which I loved the expression of when he stops going on about Queenie to talk about Tina for the very depressed Newt. He’s really coming around. I hope there’s a happy ending in the ropes for him. He’s more than just a character used for comic relief. I think he has something destined in the future. I just want it to be good.

Thanks for reading this incredibly long review! As reward, enjoy a Newt.

[captainpikeachu]

interesting things i noted + other info confirmed from reading the screenplay of crimes of grindelwald:

6 months has passed when the movie opens at Grindelwald’s escape, meaning that the escape from MACUSA takes place in May or June of 1927 since the first film mainly took place in middle of December 1926

It’s 3 months later after the escape that we see Newt at the ministry in London where he meets up with Leta and Theseus, this would mean that most of the movie takes place after September 1, 1927 since during the movie, we do visit Hogwarts while students are attending classes

Theseus and Leta have asked Newt to come over for dinner many times

The teacher that Newt got about a month detention from saying “there are no strange creatures, only blinkered people” was named Prendergast

“Theseus, who is very like Newt, but more outgoing, easier in manner. Theseus winks at Leta before turning to Newt” - this is how the screenplay introduces Theseus, by basically saying he’s the more outgoing version of Newt

And when Theseus tells Newt to try to keep an open mind and be a little less like him because it couldn’t hurt, it’s noted that Theseus says that but “not without affection”

Scamander siblings are doing some silent communication during that ministry interrogation scene

Torquil Travers is the name of the wizard who is the Head of Magical Law Enforcement, and likely Theseus’ boss.

Rudolph Spielman, a German wizard who survived the attempted transfer of Grindelwald from MACUSA custody, was among the people attending Newt’s hearing

Grimmson is the name of the beast hunter who was given the task of hunting down Credence after Newt walks out on the hearing

Carrow is the last name of the Grindelwald supporter who murdered the baby in the nursery

The auror that the ministry sent to watch Newt is called Stebbins

Dumbledore is described as a “dandyesque forty-five-year-old wizard” - there is a slight age discrepancy as him being 45 in August/September 1927 would make him born in 1882, when calculations originally puts his birth at summer of 1881 since Dumbledore started school in September 1892, same year as Elphias Doge who was born at least before the end of August 1881 - unless this meeting with Newt takes place before Dumbledore’s birthday in 1927, which means he’s turning 46 soon after this meeting, as that would then have his birth year in 1881

Dumbledore states that “an Obscurus grows in the absence of love as a dark twin, an only friend. If Credence has a real brother or sister out there who can take its place, he might yet be saved” - implying that a sibling of Credence can save him from needing an Obscurus, possible foreshadow that Dumbledore himself might be able to save Credence since the end of the movie reveal with Credence being a Dumbledore?

At the circus area where Tina walks in, it is described to have various kinds of street performers - half-troll, underbeings without powers but of magical ancestry, half-elves, and half-goblins

Skender is the name of the circus arcanus owner

The cage that Credence smashes open are full of Firedrakes

“Appare vestigium” is the tracking spell that Newt uses to materialize and illuminate traces of recent magical activity in the square in Paris

“Avenseguim” is the spell that Newt used to turn the feather from Yusuf Kama’s hat into compass pointing the way to him

Grimmson, the one who took the job of hunting Credence for the ministry, is actually working with Grindelwald and killed Irma to draw Credence further into the position that Grindelwald wanted him to be at and to keep Crendence safe at Grindelwald’s command

Jacob calls Tina “intense” and Newt calls Tina “beautiful”

This screenplay confirms that it is indeed a young Minerva McGonagall who is at Hogwarts with Dumbledore when the aurors enter the school, which of course leads to the huge discrepancy with her age/birth year, as one of JKR’s Pottermore articles stated that at the end of McGonagall’s school years at Hogwarts, Dumbledore was her Transfiguration teacher and helped her become an animagus

McClaggan is the student who tells Travers that Dumbledore “is the best teacher we’ve got”

The book of predictions that everyone talks about is called “The Predictions of Tycho Dodonus” and parts of the predictions are as follows: “a son cruelly banished, despair of the daughter return...”

The cuffs Travers puts on Dumbledore are called Admonitors

Travers also stated that Dumbledore will no longer teach Defense Against the Dark Arts - this is supposedly the explanation for why Dumbledore becomes Transfiguration teacher, as his refusal to fight Grindelwald is seen as him picking a side with Grindelwald, but end of the movie sees Theseus removing the cuffs so question is do they still not allow him to teach DADA?

Leta’s flashback takes place 17 years ago where she was 13 years old, indicating that it took place in her third year at school from 1910-1911, this also makes Leta’s age in present day being 30-years-old

The spell Leta uses against one of the Gryffindor girls insulting her is “Oscausi” which seals a person’s mouth shut as though they never had one

The screenplay indicates that Leta was the one who mentions that a raven is her family’s emblem but I’m pretty sure the movie’s version was actually Newt who states that

The flashback of the Boggart lesson is stated to be 14 years previously, which would indicate that her and Newt were both 16-years-old

The cemetery that everyone is called to is “Père Lachaise”

Screenplay states Nicolas Flamel is 600-years-old

The book that Flamel is seen flipping through are photographs of various people, likely friends he’s known throughout the years, all captioned with a name, and the subjects are all missing, even Dumbledore’s portrait is blank

The young woman that Flamel finds still in his book is named Eulalie Hicks, a young American professor at Ilvermorny

Newt carries around polyjuice potion it seems and uses them frequently enough, as his tiny bottle only has a few drops left

Newt transforms into Theseus by using one of Theseus’ hairs left on Newt’s coat and adds it into the polyjuice potion

By Newt’s own admission, Theseus is “a hugger”

Newt says to Tina when Theseus spots them in the ministry that in his letters to Tina, he might have mentioned that he and Theseus “have quite a complicated relationship”

Tina: “Does he want to kill you?”; Newt: “Frequently.”

The old woman in the records room is named Melusine

Theseus and Leta are suppose to get married on June 6, likely in 1928 as it’s already past June 1927, and Newt is suppose to be best man

Leta uses “Circumrota” to turn the record tower around to reveal Newt and Tina

The cats are called Matagots, spirit familiars

Yusuf’s flashback of his mother Laurena’s abduction happened in 1896 when he was 12-years-old, which makes Yusuf about 43-years-old during this movie in 1927, and thus makes him about 13 years older than Leta

Corvus Lestrange Jr., Leta’s brother, was born in 1901

The woman who is on the boat with baby Credence is noted in the screenplay as Credence’s Aunt, not Mother

Theseus tells his aurors to use minimum force on the crowd and that “we mustn’t be what he says we are!”

The spell Grindelwald uses to conjure the protective circle of black fire is “Protego diabolica”

Half a dozen of Theseus’ aurors run through the flames to join Grindelwald to save themselves

“Then, for the first time in his life, he puts his arms around his brother. They hug.” ---- *side-eyes* somehow I doubt this is the first time he’s ever hugged his brother, unless they literally never hugged when he was a child, which seems rather impossible, taking this as an exaggeration, for dramatic purposes

Grindelwald tells Credence that “we will go down in history together, as we remake this world” - Credence clearly didn’t go down in history given nobody knows of an Aurelius Dumbledore in the future, so I can only guess that either Grindelwald is lying to Credence or Dumbledore eventually swore everyone else who knows the truth to secrecy

[mymoonjin1]

My thoughts on Crimes of Grindelwald

I know there are loads of comments on this already but I too need to rant for a while. I’ll try to finish this off with some constructive criticism, though. (I’d like to add that it’s perfectly fine if you did enjoy this film, this is just MY opinion.)

I don’t even know where to start. Listen, I am a huge Harry Potter fan, always have been, even considering a tattoo. And I actually really liked the first Fantastic Beasts movie. It had its flaws, but overall it was a good story. But most importantly: the movie can stand on itself. It has its own plot. Newt arrives in New York and accidentally lets loose a few magical creatures. The goal: finding the creatures whilst figuring out who is causing the muggle attacks. Simple, fun. They mention Hogwarts and Dumbledore, stuff we’re familiar with, but not overly so. It’s done cleverly. Now. Cut to Crimes of Grindelwald. Oh, boy. From uncomfortable close-ups to just plain weird editing this film is a goddam mess, not to mention the nonsensical storylines. No matter how effing cute nifflers are. Let’s break it into themes. 

Grindelwald

The movie ended and I still had no idea what Grindelwald’s crimes were. He “escapes” (He had already switched places with Abernathy, so why was that whole scene even there? A dark, evil wizard like him surely would just call Abernathy's sacrifice necessary for the cause or whatever), his French sidekick kills a family in order to keep their house and then he gives a speech. That’s it. What were his crimes?! He’s already a “notorious" dark wizard, what has he done besides spreading the word? Also, what is his actual ideology here? I’m sorry but that speech was a bit lame and again, confusing. Is he opposed to World War II or is he gonna take advantage of it? Kill all muggles or only those responsible for the war? But most importantly, we see Grindelwald for like ten minutes during the whole movie, why is his name even on the freaking title? I liked when he held his wand like he was directing an orchestra whilst killing everyone with the blue fire. That’s pretty much it.  Also, I’m not getting into Johnny Depp’s controversy cause that’s a whole other issue, but I think it reflected on his performance, like he was being too cautious, or something, at least that was my perception. I mean, whatever the circumstances, you’re already playing the role, then play the goddam role. 

Queenie

*Sigh* I honestly do not understand how they managed to turn a sweet and caring character into this whiny and annoying person, doing things so out of character. The love potion crap. Are you freaking kidding me?! Why was this necessary? Never mind about Jacob’s consent when I can just roofie him, kidnap him and force him to marry me! I’m the victim here, I just want to marry the one I love! Just… whyyyy? Also, she’s a freaking mind reader. How could a mind reader get brainwashed into joining a dark wizard? Because he preaches... free love? Ummm, does he?! Also, why did she freak out on the street? It was never mentioned before that her mind could get overwhelmed in crowds. It would make sense, but it was so out of nowhere it came out weird, and that scene just takes too damn long. Then the movie forgets about her for like twenty minutes to suddenly show her at the French witch’s house, like sure, I’ll go for a cup of tea with a total stranger, why not? Ugh. 

Dumbledore 

Ok, I actually liked Jude Law’s performance. The issue is that he, just like Grindelwald, is barely in the movie. We already knew that their relationship wasn’t going to be explored in this film, but it was still disappointing. We only got a “we were closer than brothers” and some hand-holding seen through the Mirror of Erised, WHICH APPARENTLY CAN NOW SHOW MEMORIES TOO, BUT OKAY. And please explain to me how is a blood pact different from an Unbreakable Vow? I get the aesthetic but surely an Unbreakable Vow is more convenient since it can’t be undone. Dumbledore suggested at the end of the movie that he might be able to destroy the blood pact. Wouldn’t have Grindelwald made sure to not leave anything to chance? Also, when did they make this blood pact, before the duel that killed Ariana? Why were they able to duel then? It can’t have been after, they wouldn’t have been exactly on speaking terms after that. That blood pact storyline took away the complexity of Dumbledore’s motives about not wanting to go after Grindelwald. Why wasn’t it enough that he once loved him and couldn’t bear to confront him after all that happened between them? That was a perfectly good explanation. This whole thing completely downplayed their relationship, like “yeah, now I just need to figure out how to destroy this necklace and I’ll be free to duel and possibly kill him, yay!” *Sighs*

Leta and Yusuf

What was the real purpose for these characters? We were lead to believe that the Lestrange family history was going to have this awesome revelation/plot twist and it ended up going nowhere. Also, the (insufferably long) scene where they finally explain the whole thing was so overcomplicated and confusing AF. For some reason, Leta’s dad (a rapist) sent her and her half-brother to the US, but since the baby wouldn’t shut up Leta switched him with another baby who happened to look exactly like him, and that baby was Creedence. Uh…okay? But then Leta returned to the UK and studied at Hogwarts? Sooo was that meant to be only a cool summer abroad? And how did she know about her half-brother Yusuf? How did they meet? Who made that freaking prophecy? Yusuf made that unbreakable vow with… whom, exactly? Himself? Arrgggg. Yusuf seemed to be an important character, I mean he locks Tina and Newt in a dungeon (they escape immediately but ok), but no. He spends almost the entirety of the movie unconscious only to appear conveniently at the cemetery to reveal he’s Leta’s half-brother. Just. Why ANY OF IT if later on we’d find out Creedence isn't even a Lestrange? GOD. 

So, back to Leta. She switched the babies (in the Titanic?) and also befriended Newt at Hogwarts. What was her relevance in the present? Why wasn’t the whole "ending up marrying his brother" explained? That’s a flashback that would’ve been useful, unlike the other ones. It could’ve added so much more to the relationship between the three of them, specially Theseus and Newt. But it was never mentioned. Also, why was she hated by everyone at school? Were all the Lestrange hated or was it only her? And THEN, FFS what was she even trying to attempt when she approached Grindelwald? Was she like tempted into joining him but regretted her decision last minute and tried to kill him instead? WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT ALL ABOUT? I liked the part when she said “I love you” and you’re not quite sure if she meant Newt or his brother. That was interesting. Would’ve been even more interesting had it been developed properly. But the rest of it? What a mess.

Newt, Tina, and Jacob

I actually adore Newt as a character. He’s a refreshing male lead who’s unapologetically himself throughout the story. I read a Vox article that called him amazingly neurodivergent, and in an interview, Redmayne also said he thought of him as having Asperger's. What an extraordinary thing to see in a male lead in a multimillion-dollar franchise! He’s awesome and doesn’t need to change the way he is in order to be cool. And yet in this film, he’s sooo relegated. He could’ve done SO much more, instead, he’s just lost in the sea of subplots with no real purpose. As for Tina, she has absolutely no character development whatsoever and Jacob is just there for comic relief. Also, how did he get his memories back? I’m sorry, but “the potion only took away the bad memories” is lazy writing. They are great characters but did absolutely nothing in this movie. Totally underappreciated. 

Nagini and Creedence

I don’t get why they made such a fuss over this since she has like THREE lines in the entire movie?! Seriously, why was she even there? She brought absolutely NOTHING to the plot. She just stands there next to Creedence when she could’ve been a super badass character. I’m not getting into the whole controversy, but I mean, if it was already happening, she should’ve at least had a kickass introduction. A backstory. ANYTHING. Why is a woman turning into a snake a circus attraction when anyone in this universe can become an animagus with enough practice? She was sooo mistreated here as a character. I get that there’s gonna be three more movies but COME ON, you can’t just make a huge ass preamble to another film without ANY sort of character development. It needs to have a plot of its own too. Like each of the Harry Potter books/movies. GEEZ. Now, Creedence. How did he survive? We saw a little remnant of the obscurus at the end of the first film, but hey, a little more context would’ve been nice. I thought the host and the obscurus were different things. Care to explain?! Also, how did he end up in Europe working at a magic circus? That circus thing could’ve been a very interesting plot but it goes nowhere. Again. And then... the ending. I hope the theory going around that it’s actually Ariana’s obscurus that somehow got attached to him and not actually him that’s a Dumbledore (and that’s what the phoenix was attracted to) is real because otherwise IT DOESN’T MAKE ANY SENSE. Kendra Dumbledore died in 1899. Crimes takes place in 1927. That’s 28 years. I HIGHLY doubt Creedence is 28. Why would he still be living at an orphanage at 28 then? Or did Dumbledore’s dad knock someone up in Azkaban? Just. So. Many. Plot. Holes.

Nonsensical stuff

-The lady guarding Leta’s chamber. What. The. Fork?! She lets them through even though she clearly knew Tina wasn’t Leta, and only after they’re already inside she unleashes those weird cat things with Leta being there, the actual owner of the chamber who clearly doesn’t have a problem with the “intruders”. Just… WHY? 

-Jacob being able to go through the statue. Ummmm?! 

-McGonagall. SHE WAS BORN IN 1935! WHAT?!

-Also, I get the whole 1920’s vibe and I mean no disrespect towards Colleen Atwood, because the costumes are actually gorgeous, but like… no robes? NONE? You can’t tell muggles and wizards apart. That was a key aspect of Harry Potter, at least with the older generations, so you’d think in the 1920’s they’d be even more traditional with their wizard clothing. I mean, Lupin wore both suits AND robes. Just saying. 

-Out of hundreds of people at the cemetery, the niffler somehow knew precisely what item to steal and from whom. Ok???? 

-Nicholas Flamel. What was the point of him? All he did was talk with a random woman through a book and then conveniently appear at the end to tell everyone what to do to control the fire. I mean, cool, but care to elaborate?

-And that blue fire eagle thing. It’s a very, very long sequence that could have been way quicker. It was time wasted on CGI, time they could’ve spent more wisely elsewhere. 

-Another thing that has been rubbing me the wrong way is the mention of Creedence’s nanny being half-elf. I know it’s probably stupid for me to be weird about it but listen. This is a universe with house elves and goblins, and that’s totally fine, I like the part they play in the story. But then we also have Professor Flitwick, who’s never mentioned to be either of those things; he’s just little. That’s it. And he’s a total badass. So why did the nanny had to be half-elf? I remember an interview with Peter Dinklage in which he said he didn’t like playing roles that cast little people as magical beings, which is why he loved Tyrion in Game of Thrones. Then why couldn’t the nanny just be a regular witch? Why half-elf? How did that come about? Think about it: a human witch/wizard… with a house elf? Which are, essentially… slaves?! I don’t even want to know. And I’m probably overthinking it, but seriously. It wasn’t a necessary detail to mention. 

The Fanservice 

Ok, I get that they’d include certain Potter related stuff. Nostalgia is fun, right? AS LONG AS IT MAKES SENSE. McGonagall being there makes no sense. RESPECT. CANON. PLEASE. I get retconning stuff like classes taking place on different floors at Hogwarts but dude. This was kind of an important detail. The Philosopher’s Stone casually being shown at Flamel’s house. I mean, fine. But we get it, we know who he is, it’s not like we are idiots who need reminding of this. Also, the music. I adore Hedwig’s Theme, but this is a different story. I get like a few notes here and there, but the WHOLE damn theme during that Hogwarts shot? It actually kind of threw me off a little. I couldn’t pay attention to what was actually happening. 

Conclusion 

Ok. I honestly don’t understand what went wrong. I don’t know if Rowling should just stick to writing novels or if it was the editing, the directing or-or… I just can’t even. JK Rowling is amazing at writing mystery. In all of the Harry Potter books, there were mysteries to be solved: who’s after the Philosopher’s Stone? Who opened the Chamber of Secrets? Why is Sirius Black after Harry? Who put his name in the Goblet of Fire? And so on. And in the first FB movie, the mystery was who was responsible for the attacks, and it made you believe it was Creedence’s little sister. That was still a good plot twist. Please, do tell, what was solved in Crimes? What did they actually accomplish? They spent the whole movie going in circles. Like I said, you can’t just have a huge ass preamble to a different movie. It needs to stand on its own, have its own arc. Otherwise, what’s the point? I genuinely wanted to like this film, but its narrativity makes it impossible to enjoy the actual plot, even with likable characters and appealing visuals.

Listen, I will forever be grateful to JK Rowling for the impact Harry Potter has had in my life. They are to this day my favorite books. I loved the original book for Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them, as well as Quidditch Through the Ages and Tales of Beedle the Bard. They added fun details to the main story, a little peek into the Wizarding World. But then the whole expansion happened. And I used to get mildly excited whenever a new story was published on Pottermore. But eventually, I lost interest. And whenever someone said “I wish there was another book” I immediately cringed at the thought. Why ruin something that had ended in such a perfect way? The Harry Potter world ended with the seventh book. And that was ok. You need to let things go. That’s life. But then for money some reason, Cursed Child (aka That Which Must Not Be Named) was allowed to happen. And then, Fantastic Beasts happened, but it was a whole different story with brand new characters within the same universe, actually written by JK Rowling. Well, that actually sounded promising. Because it was a separate thing. A few references here and there. What could go wrong? Right. 

There are millions of reasons why the expansion hasn’t been working, but I think part of the problem came from social media. When we were kids we’d send letters to our favorite authors, but now they are just a tweet away. Which can obviously be wonderful. But you have to know where to stop. And I don’t think JK understands that. And I don’t mean it like she’s not allowed to have her own opinions and versions of certain things that didn’t come up in the books; she created the universe. But altering canon isn’t right. Forcing narratives that don’t make sense with what’s already established is weird. That’s why it’s important to leave things to the imagination/each reader’s interpretation. You want to write a different story within the same universe, that’s amazing, go ahead! As long as it’s properly developed and has its own merits. I genuinely want to like FB. And I did. But I don’t know what went wrong with this one. You’re capable of SO much more, Jo, I know you are. Sorry if I’m being too harsh. 

[imaginesfrommetoyou]

I Only See You (Newt Scamander x Reader)

Based on a request.

He was twenty-three when he first laid eyes on you. His parents knew yours through events that had happened before any of them had children. It was usually just the adults that got together, seeing as how the kids were either at school or working as they got older, but the circumstances were different that year.

Newt had decided to visit home for a bit before deciding to return to his travels. It seemed that you had the same idea, leading to your parents dragging you along to the Scamander household for dinner and drinks.

He was taken aback by your delicate touch as you shook his hand, your eyes gleaming as they met his. Your voice was soft and reminded him of the breeze on a beautiful day in the summer.

“Y/N Y/L/N,” you grinned as you let go of his hand. His heart nearly stopped and he struggled to find his words.

“N-Newt Scamander,” he sputtered out, a light pink blush dusting over his cheeks. He led you into the dining room, pulling out a chair for you before claiming the seat across from you.

Your families piled into the room before slipping into their seats. Their eyes flickered between you and Newt, flashing with an almost mischievous look. Your parents had been talking to you quite frequently leading up to the dinner about finding a man to marry; they also said that if you didn’t find one soon, they would find one for you. You sneered at the idea of an arranged marriage, preferring your independence to do as you pleased.

“So, Y/N,” Newt’s mother began as everyone began eating. “Your mother told me that you work for the Ministry?”

“Oh, yes,” you replied happily. Your work was something that you loved and enjoyed talking about greatly. “I’m an auror, a fairly new one but I’m loving the job already.”

“We tried to get her to do something a little more… safe,” your mother commented lowly. You tensed your hand that held onto your fork and glared at the tablecloth. Your mother disapproved of you going out and making a name for yourself.

“If you had your way, Mother, I would be a married woman with no job at all,” you snapped before taking a bite of a roll.

“That is also something that I believe we all wanted to talk about,” Newt’s father began. He sat back in his chair and glanced at Newt. “As parents, it is our responsibility to make sure that our children marry a partner that they are compatible with. Someone who can provide them with a profitable and solid future.”

You felt your blood begin to boil and you set your fork down. Your eyes darted over to where Newt’s older brother, Theseus, was sitting, his jaw dropped as he connected the dots. You had met him at the Ministry and had grown fairly close with him. Too close to be considered just friends, but no one else knew of it. He looked over at you before immediately turning to his younger brother.

“We believe that you and Newt would have a very successful future together,” Newt’s mother finished. Newt felt his eyes widen and his body become numb. He didn’t even know you!

“These types of marriages are more common than you think, and nearly all of the couples remain together-”

You jumped out of your chair and went running for the front door. There was no way that you would ever follow through with an arranged marriage.

But sure enough, you had no choice. Threatened by the possibility of being disowned by your family, you decided to marry Newt. Your mother was ecstatic that she was helping to plan your wedding, perfecting every detail so that it fit your wishes. If you couldn’t pick who you married, then you were going to make everything else the way you wanted it to be.

Newt tried to help, he really did. He brought you little trinkets and letters about how sorry he was for the whole situation. You knew that the situation wasn’t his felt, but you could do nothing but despise him. His heart ached at the thought of a loveless marriage, even as he felt himself begin to fall for you.

He took you for a walk on the property his family owned, leading you to small pond that rested beside a large weeping willow tree. You listened as he told you about how he and Theseus used to go for swims in the summer and have picnics. He would often sit in the tree and read about magical creatures. He noticed the way that your Y/E/C eyes were trained so intently on his. He noticed the way that your hand brushed his as you set it on the ground between the two of you. The way that you attempted to stifle a giggle as he told you funny stories from his childhood. And then you spoke up.

“Can we go for a swim?” You asked hesitantly. He nodded quickly, smiling as you stood up and held a hand out for him to grab onto.

“What about your clothes?” He questioned as you pulled him to the water.

“I guess I’ll just have to take them off.”

You dropped your hand from his and tugged off your shoes before pulling your blue dress. Newt squeezed his eyes shut before he felt your hands rest on his cheeks.

“What are you doing?” He whispered with a hint of a smile in his voice.

“Open your eyes, Newt,” you ordered in a quiet voice. He did as you said and looked into your eyes. “We’re getting married, you better get used to seeing me almost naked.”

And with that, you ran into the water. That afternoon was one of the best of his whole life. He had never felt the way he did with you around Leta or any other girl. He could tell that you weren’t letting him in yet, but that your strong defenses were slowly coming undone.

He kissed you that day. He pulled you into his arms once the two of you had gotten out of the water and sat beneath the large tree. He admired your beauty and the way that you spoke in such an intelligent manner. He admired the way that you smiled at his jokes and poked fun at him. He couldn’t resist your lips when you turned to him and rested a hand on his chest. A sudden wave of confidence washed over him and then his lips were on yours. He would have given anything to kiss you for the rest of eternity.

It wasn’t until after the wedding that Newt realized just why you didn’t want to get married. The wedding happened without anything going wrong. There was a point where he thought for sure that you were going to book it out of the church, but you remained strong by his side.

It was the following week when the real dilemma occurred. Newt sat in the living room of your small flat, a book in front of him and a cup of steaming tea on the coffee table. He heard your strained voice becoming louder from where you had locked yourself in the bedroom. Letting his curiosity get the best of him, Newt headed quietly back to the room so that he could listen.

“I’m not quitting, Mother!” He heard you hiss into the phone. “Newt doesn’t care, we already talked about it! This is none of your business, my job is important to me and I am not letting you… you did what? Mother! Why would you do that to me?”

The phone slammed down, and Newt jumped at the sound of you throwing something across the room. Before he could even think about knocking, he heard you pick up the phone again.

“Theseus Scamander, please,” you requested, irritation clear in your voice. “It’s me. You can’t do this, Theseus, it’s not right. You’re taking away the one thing that is keeping me sane! I don’t want to work with him! I don’t care if he’s your brother and my husband, I can barely look at him without feeling this hatred for everything!”

Newt’s breath caught in his throat and he felt a sadness course through his body. You were silent for a few moments before continuing.

“Okay. I’ll send progress reports, but don’t expect me to be thanking you for anything.”

The phone was set down in a more gentle manner this time, and Newt found the will to raise his fist to the door.

“Y/N, are you alright?” He called out worriedly.

“I’m fine!”

And that was what you told him as the months passed. It turned out that your mother had told the Ministry of your marriage with Newt and requested that you be taken off duty as an auror. After talking to Theseus, you had it arranged so that you would be working with Newt on his book, helping to save creatures from illegal breeding grounds and trade centers. Sure, it wasn’t exactly what you wanted to be doing, but Newt was more than happy to get to spend more time with you.

He found that his heart soared whenever you would even enter a room. His gaze never left your body and he never wanted you to stop talking to him. He lived for your questions about his work and your comments about how remarkable you found his case to be. Newt was completely infatuated with you. The last thing he wanted was for you to know, but then he slipped.

“Newt?” You spoke up from your spot in his small hut in the case. He turned around to face you with a questioning look. “I know that this is a weird question, and you have every right to say no, but would you like to get drunk with me?”

“W-What?” He stammered out, green eyes wide.

“I knew it was weird to ask!” You groaned in embarrassment as you shut your eyes. “It’s just been a long few months and I could really go for a night of drinking.”

Newt understood where you came from. It had been a very long few months that had been full of awkward silences and sleepless nights. Newt had to restrain himself from telling you just how in love with you he was, and you has to restrain from cursing him out for marrying you.

“I would really enjoy that.”

So there the two of you were, downing shots and drinking large glasses of firewhiskey. He was surprised by you ability to tolerate so much alcohol, seeing as he was quite the lightweight.

“I wish that things had gone differently,” you admitted after taking a large swig of firewhiskey. “That we weren’t stuck in this marriage. We could have found real love if it wasn’t for our parents.”

“I found real love, Y/N,” he told you. His face was red from the alcohol coursing through his veins and his words were slurred slightly.

“I thought I had, too.”

“I love you.”

Your words hadn’t even been heard by the tipsy man in front of you, but you had most certainly heard his. Yes, there had been quite a few times where you felt something very deeply for Newt, but you brushed it off. He wasn’t the Scamander son you had wanted to be with, but it seemed that he was the one you married. You couldn’t deny the affection you felt towards him, especially as he sat across from you with a look full of so much adoration.

“I’m pretty sure that this is the part where you say something, Y/N.”

“I… I was seeing Theseus before I met you,” you whispered, deciding to tell him everything. “I told my mother to try and get her to call off the wedding, but when I said that we had no plans of marrying soon, she refused. I hated you for a while, Newt. I loved him and he loved me, but neither of us wanted to commit to anything long term. I know that I would have married him if none of this had happened.”

“I understand,” Newt mumbled, leaning back in his chair as he seemed to sober up. His usually bright green eyes were dark, and you could tell that he was hurting.

“I don’t think you do,” you replied. “I loved him then, but I think… I think I do care about you.”

“But you don’t love me,” he concluded with a grimace.

“I don’t know what I feel. It’s different than what I felt for him. What I feel for you is so much more raw and different… it’s like I’ve known you since I was a child.”

“Do you see yourself ever loving me?”

“Yes. Surprisingly, I know that I could love you very easily. You are an easy person to love, Newt.”

It took you a few more months to feel comfortable with the way you felt towards him. The love was so natural and pure, and you couldn’t help but be thankful that he was the one you ended up with.

Newt invested himself in caring for those around him. He did everything in his power to make you happy in what seemed like an impossible situation, and you loved him for that.

“I love you,” you whispered one night as you sat beside him on the floor of his hut. He looked at you with a smile of pure bliss and leaned forward to press his lips to yours.

What a thing it was to love a man that you believed you would always despise.

[darth-vading]

Pls do all the greek asks !💕

Zeus: name or nicknameMy name’s Greg but ppl call me toby and togy and groby

Hera: where am I fromPennsylvania

Athena: my age17

Hephaestus: birthdayFebruary 2nd 2001

Aphrodite: my relationship statusSingle until I fix myself

Poseidon: pronounsHe/him

Dionysis: extrovert or introvertBoth

Demeter: pets8 cats, a gecko, 4 fish

Artemis: what do u notice abt new pplTheir hair and height

Hades: fearsOpen water, boats, being alone

Ares: pet peevesNot using the right pronouns for people, racists, people who make fun of others for their interests ( unless of course their interests are harming others)

Hestia: where do u consider homeIdk yet

Pegasus: last movie u watchedI don’t remember

Mermaid: last TV show u finishedIn the flesh. I’m currently in the process of finishing Hannibal

Centaur: last book u readFeed ( I forgot who it was by)

Siren: last song I listened toTalk is cheap by Chet faker

Gorgon: last thing u ate general tsos chicken

Cyclops: last time I criedLike legit an hour ago bc I’m a dramatic bitch

Minotaur: last time I was happyToday

Sphynx: last text I sent❤️

Chimera: last call I madeTo Little Caesars for pizza

Griffin: what I did before sleep last nightI watched porn for a full hour

Nymph: last dream I rememberLast night I had a dream abt demons and me falling in love with one but he got killed bc he wasn’t allowed to love a human pfft

Satyr: last time I couldn’t stop laughingLast Thursday

Heracles: ever had a dream come trueYeah. The fact that I’m getting on testosterone this summer is pretty surreal

Theseus: worst regretIdk tbh. A lot of things

Perseus: have u ever been arrestedI’ve been put in the back of a cop car but not arrested

Cadmus: had ur heart brokenHaven’t we all???

Achilles: ever been hospitalizedYeah

Actaeon: a memory I wish I could forgetAll my memories up until like two months ago tbh lmao

Bellerophon: ever passed outYeah I was punched by a friend as a joke and I got knocked out 😂

Agamemnon: an achievement I’m proud ofNone

Oedipus: ever been in loveProlly

Jason: ever travelled abroad?Nah

Atlanta: ever stood up for someone elseYeah my friend jayci was getting bullied and I broke this assholes nose and he cried and called me a bitch

Hippolytus: an experience I won’t forgetIdk

Trident: favorite peopleHmmmmmmm idk I low-key got trust issues so it’s hard to like label anyone as a favorite right now. Plus like a lot of people leave and I don’t wanna get my hopes up so oof

Lightning bolt: top 3 favorite moviesWhere the wild things are, uptown girls, big hero

Sun chariot: fav mythological creatureOooo sirens

Lyre: top 3 favorite songsAcetone by vundabar, if you really love me by Jamaican queens and menswear by the 1975

Caduceus: fav colorYellow or orange or gold

Aegis: fav bookGhost boy by Iain Lawrence

Scythe: fav TV showHannibal or in the flesh

Bident: fav way to spend free timePlaying Kings raid

Harpe: top 3 favorite placesCooks forest, West Virginia, Pittsburgh

Cornucopia: fav place to eatAny Chinese place

Winged sandals: fav thing to do with friendsGive em tarot readings

Golden fleece: fav animal

Cats, deer, crow

Olympus: dream jobBotanist

Tartarus: short term goalsGet on t, change my name legally

Underworld: dream vacationHome

Styx: how I want life to look like in ten yearsTestosterone, name changed, top surgery or at least plans to get it, maybe in a long term healthy relationship

Athuna: where would u live foreverCanada

Sparta: bucket listGo to a beach after getting top surgery and not having to wear a shirt, stuff like that

Elysium: superpowers?Shapeshifting

Ogygia: dream husbandMasculine, kinda taller than me a bit, doesn’t judge me for my learning disabilities, doesn’t call me stupid, doesn’t cheat on me, understands my bpd and other mental illnesses

Troja: crazy thing to do before deathNothing I’m a scared hoe

Tysm dork !