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(From The Trevors: The Last Battle)

“Why do I do this?” he said, leaning his head against the wall of his ship. He was exhausted, mentally and physically demoralized.

Suddenly he found himself in his father’s old hangar on Okalahoma. He turned around to see himself as an eager 3 year old, his father dressing him in a World War I pilot’s hat, goggles and scarf. He looked at himself in the mirror when his father finished.

“I look like Snoopy before he fights the Red Baron!” he said beaming. Steve laughed.

“What are we doing Daddy?” he said excitedly. Steve smiled brightly.

“You’ll see.” He went over to the corner of the hangar and pulled the tarp away.

“TaDa!” he said.

There they were. Exact working replicas of his father’s old planes. The German FOKKER he had crashed in when his mother had saved him from drowning. Next to it was a SPAD, his father’s old plane. Both of them full sized versions of the two models his father had given him for his birthday.

He jumped for joy. “Can we fly them Daddy, can we?”

Steve laughed, “That’s the plan Champ!”

He still remembered the barrel rolls and breaks, the Immelmann turns, stall turns, split S, Chandelles, wingovers, Low yo-yos, Lag rolls, flat and rolling Scissors, Defensive Spirals and how thrilling it all was.

They flew both planes all day, emptying the fuel tanks. When the sun was finally seting over the horizon, he was still eager to go again.

“One more time Daddy!”

“You said that three times already.” Steve laughed.

“We can’t fly them anymore today.”

“Why?” he asked, his azure yes filling with disappointment.

“What does Daddy’s cessna plane have that these planes don’t?”

He wrinkled his brow, looking at them.

“Auto pilot?”

“Yes, what else?” he shook his head.

“Lights. Planes didn’t have lights back then. That was the one thing that Daddy marvelled at when Mommie wished me back to 1984 with the Wishing Stone. We’ll have to fly them again another day. Besides, Mommie’s making Aunt Etta’s Shepherds Pie. It’s the only thing she doesn’t messup.” His father laughed.

“We don’t wanna miss that. Besides, there’s homemade frozen custard from the Abeernathys for dessert.”

His mother was waiting for them on the front porch along with his baby sister Lyta. His father picked up his infant sister while he excitedly told his mother about their day, making airplane noises and using his hands, he explained all of his father’s manuvers. Both his parents laughed, sharing in his joy and excitement.

Even his baby sister laughed, not even knowing what she was laughing at.

“Thank you.” He said to the Mother Boxes.

“Thank you for answering my question ‘Who am I?’ I am a pilot and a soldier, like my father before me. Like my father before me, I have a choice: to either do nothing or to do something. Like him, I choose to do something. I choose to save the universe.”

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(From Welcome to the Multiverse: The Vat of Acid)

She was the most beautiful girl in any universe. She was one in a million, a billion, a googoplex. Steve Junior gazed at her picture and lay it beside him on the bed. He had lost her forever. A tear ran down his nose. He sniffled. He wondered if love was nothing but pain? His mother had waited and morned over his father for 100 years. Would he do the same for her?

He longed for his mother to return from the conference in Madrid. He needed a hug and a shoulder to cry on so desperately.

He fast forwarded the news footage to moments after he dived into the vat of acid. There she was in the crowd. She had returned to him only to see his untimely demise. There was no going back from that. His dad had been right. There were consequences.

He felt the mattress dip. Perhaps his aunt Traci or his paternal grandmother had come to give him some solace?

“What was her name?”

His eyes went wide when he heard his father’s voice behind him on the bed. His voice was soft, gentle. He hadn’t heard his dad talk to him like that since he was a little boy. He rolled around on the bed and faced him. He father was holding her picture.

“She’s beautiful, isn’t she?” he could barely get the words out. He was choking up.

“She is.” His father said.

He regarded his 16 year old son with love and compasion. He knew exactly what he was going through.

“I was always watching over you.” Steve Senior said.

“Especialy when you felt the most alone. You have always been my ray of sunshine. My hope for the future. Whenever I saw you roll over by yourself, learn to crawl, the first time you called me Daddy. You made it all worth it. You were my reason for fighting. For sacrificing my life twice. You and your sisters are the greatest gifts your mother ever gave me. I thank the Presence for all of you every day.”

Steve Junior hugged his father tightly and wept. It was exactly what he needed to hear. His father rubbed his back and patted it softly.

“It’s alright Son. It’ll be alright.”

“Will the pain ever go away?” he asked.

“No, Son, not entirely. But it will ease with time. It did for me when I lost your mother twice.”

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Flying back in his cessna 340 from Spain to the States, it was a long 9 hour flight. They both had long since fallen into a routine. They would talk and hold hands; then they would sleep a bit while Steve put the plane on auto pilot. After Steve had told Diana about their son’s eventful stay in a parallel universe there was a long pause.

“How is he?” Diana asked concern in her voice.

Steve sighed.

“He’ll live, just like we did. Losing the Love of your life is never easy.”

Diana’s eyes went wide.

“That bad?”

“Yes, I’m afraid so.” Steve said.

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(From The Trevors)

“No!”

Diana grinned, holding the spoonful of mashed carrots in mid-air.

“Well, at least he learned that word.” She laughed. Their 3 month old hated carrots. There was no other way to describe it.

She had started a vegetable garden after she found out she was pregnant with their son. It was a lovely place, lined with blackberry and raspberry bushes and surrounded by a white picket fence covered with chicken wire that also covered the ground around its perimeter to keep the rabbits out.

She was going to do what she should have done with their two eldest daughters. She was going to make certain that their son would learn from the start of his life to eat healthy. Only home grown vegatables, fresh eggs, meat, fish, and milk raised on Trevor Ranch or on one of their neighbors’ ranches.

She would have done the same for their two eldest daughters but they had been too busy working back then. Now, she could afford to quit her job at the Louve and devote herself to being a full time mom, as she had always wanted to do.

No more processed foods on Trevor Ranch. More importantly, no more Pop Tarts (Steve had grimmaced a bit at that last statement!).

Steve was now smiling, standing in their kitchen watching his son in his high chair, his mind flitting back to another time, another place, but with the exact same conundrum.

“Here, let me try.” He said.

He took the spoonful of carrots and sat down at the kitchen table. His infant son eyed him curiously from his high chair.

“Here comes the plane flying into the hangar.” He said making plane engine noises and waving the spoon around as if it were a model plane. His son laughed delightedly and when the spoon came to his mouth, “Open up the hangar. The plane needs to land.” His father said. Without hesitation, the baby opened wide and the carrots went in instantly.

Diana gasped in astonishment.

“You did it!” she laughed delightedly.

“He’s actually eating his carrots!”

“Yeah, this is the only way I could get him to eat them before too.”

A week later, Steve was in New York helping to get its governor re-elected for a second term in office. Diana was not worried. She now knew the secret of how to get their boy to eat his home grown carrots – or at least she thought she did.

A few minutes later she was talking to Steve on the phone.

“It’s not working” she grinned.

“I think it only works with you.”

Steve laughed on the other end. “I can’t very well cut my trip here short and tell everyone that I need to fly home and get my baby to eat his carrots.” They both laughed.

When Steve finally did get back to the ranch, all was well once again.

In spite of all her efforts, Diana was never able to get her son to eat carrots. He hated them all his life.

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(From The Trevors)

Lyta looked at her brother apprehensively. “Did you clean everything?”

“Yes.” Steve Junior said putting the bleach gallon away. He looked at his parents angrily. “Lyta, tell Mom and Dad what happened. They need to know why you have this manic cleaning phobia.”

“Well,” Lyta began “I had to get up a 3:00 a.m. to take my allergy Meds. I wasn’t going to drink water in the bathroom – bathroom water! GROSS! So I went to get some in the kitchen. That’s when I saw you and Dad doing it on the kitchen table! THE KITCHEN TABLE!” she shouted with added emphasis.

“That’s where the whole family eats Thanksgiving and Christmas Dinner, for God’s Sake! What’s wrong with you people!” she shouted indignantly.

Once again Diana blushed a deep red as she had when Steve Junior had walked in on his parents having sex as a 5 year old. She wanted her children to have a healthy attitude towards sex but now they were teenagers.

“From now on can we PLEASE not have sex where we eat?”

Steve shifted angrily in his chair, still reading his e-newspaper.

“I hate to break this to ya’ but it’s my kitchen table. I bought it and if I want to have sex on it with your mother, that’s my right. Besides, Missy, after that fiasco of a relationship you had with that idiot God who’s so clueless that he calls himself ‘Mr. Miracle’ after a street performer, you shouldn’t talk! Besides, if your mother and I didn’t have sex – on the kitchen table and everywhere else! – you wouldn’t even be here to be offended!”

Lyta was absolutely livid.

“Look Daddy, all I’m asking is that we have one single solitary meal as a family without someone flashing their genitalia! Is that so much to ask?”

Steve Junior joined in the fray.

“I have to literally clean every surface in this house and our apartments in Paris and New York because of you and Mom having sex! She literally can’t eat on any suface because of the trauma she had catching you guys in the act! At least I was too young and too stupid to realize what was going on when I walked in on you and Mom when I was 5!”

“Would you please stop?” Diana said rubbing her temples.

“I’m getting a headache and that should be impossible for me.”

“Allright no more arguing. Your mother has a headache.” Steve said.

The was silence broken only by the clanking of forks, knives and spoons on plates and bowls and the pouring of milk, coffee, and orange juice into cups, glasses and over breakfast cereal.

Occasionally Babs, Wednesday, and Lola, Diana’s poodle mix, were treated to bacon and sausages under the table by each family member. Milo, the family Ragdoll cat only drank cream and ate Albacore tuna from his own personalized bowls – on the kitchen table, away from the dogs – his bowls were also constantly being refilled with cream and tuna. His loud purring, a sound that Steve called a cement mixer, also broke the silence.

“Please tell me I’m adopted!” Steve Junior finally said.

“No such luck.” His father smirked.

“I think we made you on the hood of my old sportscar. The one I sold.”

“Thank the Presence it’s sold!” Steve Junior said blushing.

Steve reached his arm across the table to Diana who smiled a contented smile.

“You wanted to know what it was like to have breakfast, read the paper, get married and make some babies? Well, now ya’ know.” Steve said smiling brightly.

They both started laughing. Their teenaged children stared at each other, not knowing what was so funny, and simply shrugged to one another. Parents were definitely weird!

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(From The Trevors)

The next day Steve saw his daughter trying on dresses for her middle school junior prom.

“Hi, Honey!” he said entering the store.

“Remember every detail about this experience. You’ll want to tell your grandchildren about how Gotham City had a zero crime rate. The only catch was that everyone was frozen in time.”

Lyta twirled around in front of a full-length mirror.

“What do you think, Daddy?”

Steve smiled with pride.

“You look beautiful, Lyta. It seems like it was only yesterday that we were sneaking pre-dinner ice cream behind your mom’s back when she was preoccupied with your brother. Now, look at you. You’re practically all grown up!”

“Awww Daddy!” she said embracing him.

“You’re going to make me cry! Can we unfreeze time before my prom? I need mom to check out these dresses. She’s good at fashion.”

“That she is Baby Girl,that she is. Of course we can!” he said patting her cheek.

They had a final picnic in Gotham Park. Steve Junior had to say it. It was his last chance with the three of them being alone.

“Dad, I haven’t heard you say that Elirian phrase, ‘Kana Suna Mono’ for a long time.”

“Well, that’s because I feel a whole lot better, Son. Not so depressed.”

He put his arms around his children while they were sitting on the picnic blanket.

“My new catch phrase is ‘I love my family’!”

They all hugged. A perfect end to a perfect year! Tommorrow, unfortunately, everything would get back to normal. Time would be unfrozen. But, for today and tonite, they still just had each other and that was all that mattered.

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(From The Trevors)

Diana was bursting with pride for her son. Of course it wasn’t the first time. She had found out she was to be a mother in the most unorthodox way. A man who looked exactly like Steve Trevor had quite suddenly burst into her life. A few days later, her life was again turned upside down when Bruce Wayne had finished his DNA analysis of this Steve Trevor look-alike.

This, of course, was different. Her 12 month old had suddenly gotten a contract with Gerber to be their new spokesbaby. His face would be plastered on billboards in Times Square and on every jar of baby food in the world.

She immediately went to all of her favorite baby shops in Paris. Her boy had to make a good impresion at his first photoshoot after all.

Steve, unfortunately, was less impressed with his son’s attire. He lifted the baby up, his face lit with pride mirroring Diana’s.

“My son got himself a job at 12 months.” he enthused. The baby smiled back. Then Steve grimaced a bit when he looked at his baby’s outfit.

“You should really give the poor kid his dignity.” he said.

“He looks like a giant eggplant.”

“No he doesn’t!” Diana smiled and giggled. “That’s baby haute couture in Paris this year! He’s a very fashionable baby.” The baby smirked when Steve sat him down as if to agree.

Steve sighed. Apparently all of the male Trevors would always be a victim of Diana’s weird taste in fashion. They would always look like pirates or eggplants.

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(From Lavenders Blue)

Antiope Prince Trevor met the very first love of her life when she was only 2 minutes old. Her pediatrician had cleaned off the blood from her tiny body, weighed her and handed her to the second person to ever touch her.

When she opened her large azure eyes she looked into eyes identical to hers and was instantly smitten – as was her father.

Steve Trevor had never experienced love at first sight. Not even with Diana. But when he stepped forward to tie off his first-born daughter’s ambilical cord, it happened. The two couldn’t keep their eyes off one another and Steve even hesitated to hand his daughter over to her mother Diana, instantly feeling a loss of the tiny body in his arms.

He held her in the reclining chair next to Diana’s bed all night, having fallen into a deep, dreamless, blissful sleep. Antiope also slept, never stirring once.

Steve was highly fortunate to work at CERN in Switzerland which had an excellent in-house daycare. Diana was definitely not pleased to relinquish her baby for 8-10 hours Monday-Friday but Steve was right. There was however, honestly no other choice.

There was however, that time at the end of the work day, when Steve had to put his tiny daughter into Diana’s arms and she would start to wail her displeasure, desparately reaching out to her father, the linchpin of her universe.

“But it’s not fair.” Steve would tell her “Mommy didn’t get to see you all day. Now it’s her turn.”

“You are my true love. I simply can’t give you up, so I won’t!” Antiope thought as she grew older. Like mother, like daughter.

Like any devoted beau, Steve would pick up his baby daughter at the daycare center on his way out to lunch and spend time with her. As she became a toddler she would immediately stop playing at or around 12:00 noon or at the end of the day, take a tiny chair, drag it to the glass door entrance, sit down and wait.

“I’m waiting for Daddy” she would tell the staff if they enquired.

She became very adept at learning Steve’s work schedule.

Whenever they ate lunch at a resturant and Ann would see another child her age or younger she would point at it enthuiastically, much as her mother had 100 years earlier on their first trip to London.

“Look Daddy! A Baby! Isn’t she cute?”

“Yes she is.” Steve would say.

“You’re a cute baby too. A beautiful baby.”

Ann’s lower lip would protrude, showing her displeasure.

“No!” she would shake her head.

“Aren’t you Daddy’s baby?”

“I’m not a baby!”

“Yeah, you’re right.” Steve would say.

“You’re practically an old lady.” He would laugh.

Unlike her mother on their first time in London, Steve would indulge his daughter and stop and admire every baby she enthuiastically pointed out and then spend time discussing the finer points of mundane child rearing with their parents.

That was where the inspiration for Ann’s hair ribbons, flowers, and bows came from. Early every morning, Steve would sit with his infant daughter on his lap and comb her hair and tie it on top of her head with bows, ribbons, and flowers all matching her various outfits. When Ann was a toddler she would climb on her father’s lap to have her hair set in braids and pony tails.

Diana, although deprived of her daughter at work during the week, would still go to all the toy and childrens’ clothing stores on her lunch break when she found the time. Few things gave her greater pleasure.

It was at one of these shops that she found a dress for her daughter with the phrase “My Heart Belongs To Daddy”. No truer words could be spoken, Diana thought with a fond grin on her face.

When it was time for Antiope, or Ann as her father called her after his beloved aunt, to go to school,the private boarding school in England offered the best choice.

Steve hugged his 5 year old daughter and felt her tremble in his arms. The first day of school, especially a boarding school, could be a scary thing but for Ann it was even more so since she had spent most of her time with her father.

Steve put his hands on either side of her face and gazed into her intense blue eyes. “Remember Baby Girl, always be brave and always be kind. That’s what my aunt Ann told me once.”

“I will Daddy.” She assured him. She never forgot her father’s words.

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Welcome to my Fathers Day Steve Trevor Tribute!

Unfortunately, I’m starting to walk in Patty Jenkin’s footsteps when it comes to pushing my fanfic publication date on A03 forward. My multiple series fanfic was supposed to be up in early spring (March-April) now it’s been pushed to fall (September-November). Yet another family tragedy has caused yet another delay. Sorry about that folks and thank you to all of my Wondertrev Sisters on Twitter and the Wondertrev Server on Discord (shameless plug!) for all of your kind words and support! You are truly the best!

Also, please be aware that I fancast all of my characters. It makes it easier to write them and easier to read them. That’s also another reason for the delay. I have a ton of fanart that goes with the fanfic. Thanks to all my peeps on Deviant Art and the Wondertrev Server on Discord (yet another shameless plug!) for their wonderful work on this massive project. Hopefully you will love it!

I will be dedicating my Wondertrev “Moment of Zen” in my notes on Ao3 to all of you.

Hopefully these previews will whet your appetites for the series. I have put each of the chapters/episodes/series in for each preview so that you will be able to find them when they are up on A03 this fall. I left out a few names to prevent spoilers but otherwise it’s in tact. Be sure to repost. Enjoy and happy father’s day everyone!

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🤣😂

#wifey approves

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“My role is really just as a friend, lover, boyfriend-cum-bodyguard who’s trying his best to help Diana on her mission.” - Chris Pine

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Funny. Diana calls Steve incorrigible in one of my fanfics as well. 😄

i should revise but nah, i’ll draw a poor quality comic instead inspired by wondertrev discord (:

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wow, ww earth one sounds really bad. though, were there, at least, some good stuff? i mean, black steve trevor sure sounds interesting....

It could have been an interesting reimagining of the character. But Morrison’s Steve Trevor isn’t so much a character as a plot device, and the book displays a tone deafness about race that leads to some really uncomfortable moments.

For instance: when asked why Steve lied to his superior officers to protect the Amazons, his answer is “well, my ancestors were slaves too, so I can totally relate to you guys”.

(And this is basically the full extent to which Steve’s decision to align himself with the women he’s just met over the military chain of command to which he has dedicated his entire career. He is a Good Man who distrusts Bad Men, and therefore he chooses Diana over the cartoonishly evil generals who literally begin his debriefing by threatening him with truth drugs.)

There’s also a delightful scene in which Diana tries to seduce Steve with a slave collar, which is obviously supposed to be hilarious and ha ha! Marston was so kinky!

Except, you know, it’s also a white woman trying to slap a slave collar on a black man, which is uncomfortable as fuck – and all the more so because Steve is denied a voice in the scene. There’s an awkward silence in which Steve backs away from her, then we cut straight to Etta Beth telling Diana “lol that’s not how we do things here”.

So… no, I wasn’t impressed with Morrison’s treatment of Steve.

I did really like the depiction of Paradise Island as a highly advanced society that melds ancient Greek tradition and aesthetics with sci-fi tech and hover bikes.

Because this is something that often gets lost in modern comics. There’s a tendency to portray the Amazons as more of a tribal society, with a focus on their superior martial abilities, magicks and traditions – forgetting the fact that Marston’s Amazons were scientists, too, whose technology and innovations far surpassed Man’s World.

Morrison remembers this, and he remembers Diana’s own scientific aptitude: Just as Marston’s Diana invented the Purple Healing Ray to save Steve Trevor’s life, Morrison’s is depicted as a dedicated and masterful healer whose skill with the Ray is unparalleled.

Ummm… what else. The art and character design is really cool and striking, when Paquette isn’t being weird and porn-facey.

(Though I really despise Morrison’s rationale of “Harry Peter drew the Amazons as glamour girls, the modern equivalent of this is supermodels, therefore all the Amazons look like supermodels and there is no body diversity, therefore the Amazons find women who do not share their supermodel physique disgusting”. Get fucked, mate.)

Etta Beth Candy tells it like it is and isn’t intimidated by snooty asshole body-shaming Amazons.

And there are some decent little moments – Diana offering compassion and comfort to a dying woman, Hippolyta affirming her utter love and admiration for her daughter – though these are often preceded and followed by the same characters acting like assholes or total fuckwits.

Overall, though… it’s bad. I mean, even aside from the Unfortunate Implications and dated ideas on gender that I’ve discussed – given how long this has been in the pipeline, I would at least have expected something reasonably coherent. The story ultimately just doesn’t hold together, and Morrison doesn’t even seem to know what he’s trying to say, beyond “look how subversive I am!” (spoiler alert: he’s not).

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wow, ww earth one sounds really bad. though, were there, at least, some good stuff? i mean, black steve trevor sure sounds interesting....

It could have been an interesting reimagining of the character. But Morrison’s Steve Trevor isn’t so much a character as a plot device, and the book displays a tone deafness about race that leads to some really uncomfortable moments.

For instance: when asked why Steve lied to his superior officers to protect the Amazons, his answer is “well, my ancestors were slaves too, so I can totally relate to you guys”.

(And this is basically the full extent to which Steve’s decision to align himself with the women he’s just met over the military chain of command to which he has dedicated his entire career. He is a Good Man who distrusts Bad Men, and therefore he chooses Diana over the cartoonishly evil generals who literally begin his debriefing by threatening him with truth drugs.)

There’s also a delightful scene in which Diana tries to seduce Steve with a slave collar, which is obviously supposed to be hilarious and ha ha! Marston was so kinky!

Except, you know, it’s also a white woman trying to slap a slave collar on a black man, which is uncomfortable as fuck – and all the more so because Steve is denied a voice in the scene. There’s an awkward silence in which Steve backs away from her, then we cut straight to Etta Beth telling Diana “lol that’s not how we do things here”.

So… no, I wasn’t impressed with Morrison’s treatment of Steve.

I did really like the depiction of Paradise Island as a highly advanced society that melds ancient Greek tradition and aesthetics with sci-fi tech and hover bikes.

Because this is something that often gets lost in modern comics. There’s a tendency to portray the Amazons as more of a tribal society, with a focus on their superior martial abilities, magicks and traditions – forgetting the fact that Marston’s Amazons were scientists, too, whose technology and innovations far surpassed Man’s World.

Morrison remembers this, and he remembers Diana’s own scientific aptitude: Just as Marston’s Diana invented the Purple Healing Ray to save Steve Trevor’s life, Morrison’s is depicted as a dedicated and masterful healer whose skill with the Ray is unparalleled.

Ummm… what else. The art and character design is really cool and striking, when Paquette isn’t being weird and porn-facey.

(Though I really despise Morrison’s rationale of “Harry Peter drew the Amazons as glamour girls, the modern equivalent of this is supermodels, therefore all the Amazons look like supermodels and there is no body diversity, therefore the Amazons find women who do not share their supermodel physique disgusting”. Get fucked, mate.)

Etta Beth Candy tells it like it is and isn’t intimidated by snooty asshole body-shaming Amazons.

And there are some decent little moments – Diana offering compassion and comfort to a dying woman, Hippolyta affirming her utter love and admiration for her daughter – though these are often preceded and followed by the same characters acting like assholes or total fuckwits.

Overall, though… it’s bad. I mean, even aside from the Unfortunate Implications and dated ideas on gender that I’ve discussed – given how long this has been in the pipeline, I would at least have expected something reasonably coherent. The story ultimately just doesn’t hold together, and Morrison doesn’t even seem to know what he’s trying to say, beyond “look how subversive I am!” (spoiler alert: he’s not).

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Thanks for doing the whole fam thing. It doesn’t nearly get done enough!

WHOLESOME

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Diana + holding onto Steve.

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I write the same way in that I see a chapter, story, as a scene in my head like a tv show or movie and I write out of sequence. I thought I was crazy to write like that 😆

1; & 3, 5, 10 for take my heart &/so much like stars

1. Of the fics you’ve written, which is your  favourite and why?

Of all of my fics, that award I think would have to go to “I have loved the stars too fondly” (my Hamlet fic). Partly because I’m exceptionally pleased with how the prose and story/visuals execution turned out (in the most recent edited edition, which I think was last spruced up in 2016), and partly because since Hamlet is public domain, it technically sits on a sort of par with The Lion King in terms of canon-ness (or at least that’s what I say to boost my own ego lol). Of my WW fics (completed ones), I like “And In The Morning” best - it executes exactly the imagery and mood I intended it to, and I like it so much that I actually frequently forget that the hug it adds to the airfield aftermath scene isn’t actually canon, despite me carrying it over to all my other fics (it happened off-screen and I will take that headcanon to my grave). gambit, that wonderful whumpy collection of historical anachronisms, medical bullshitting, and tropes, is a very close second there, purely because I designed it to be a collection of things I enjoy in fic so of course I love it.

3. Which part of [title] was hardest to write?

take my heart clean apart if it helps yours beat: Trying to convey exactly the physical positions and body language I was picturing in my head while maintaining prose and mood was probably the toughest. I tend to picture my fics like films in my head beforehand, complete with camera angles and cuts and mood lighting and a lot of minute physical/action detail, so trying to cram all that information into a sentence that still reads nicely and gets the intended feeling across is my most frequent struggle in writing. This was a fic that to me carried just as much of its mood and angst in things like the touch of a shoulder or the intonation of a word as it did in the prose, so it was tough, but I think I struck a pretty good balance.

so much like stars: I know the answer to this instantly, and you may know it too since I mention it in the end note of the fic: the undressing scene. Like, I basically worship Lindy Hemming for her costume design work in this movie and legitimately think she deserved to at least be nominated for an Oscar for it (product placement: the Wonder Woman Artbook is well worth its $50 price tag for the incredible insight into the crazy amount of craftmanship and work that went into making this movie. Must-have if you are fascinated by film-making and Wonder Woman. Hence why I have it.) All that being said, the (truly excellent) costumes for Sameer and Charlie have an INSANE amount of layers and pieces, and because I am a stickler for prop continuity I took it upon myself to keep track of each and every one. Except for a few I omitted because I knew nobody else is enough of a nerd about this movie to know the difference lol. It was a nightmare of my own making but in the end also a good writing exercise for managing prop pieces in a scene. But still. SO. MANY. JACKETS.

I really do go on in the rest of these answers, so please find them tucked under the cut!

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What was the sexiest Steve Trevor moment to you?

Sexiest Steve Trevor moment!!! Oh, goodness. How does one choose??? I’m gonna break it down into two kinds of hot. 

First category: Sexy-hot—Steve Trevor is just blazingly attractive and the film celebrates it. 

Top 5 Sexy-Hot:

5. Lying on the beach. I love the Little Mermaid framing to a pure and unabashed high degree. Like, the way Steve looks sprawled out on the beach? Yeah, you can understand why Diana was so awestruck and pleased.

4. Undercover lover. That stupid, adorable accent. The fit of that uniform. The bedroom eyes. I can’t. Steve Trevor is a honeypot for the war effort and you’ll never convince me otherwise. He’s damn good at it. You can absolutely see Maru’s defenses falling, and you don’t roll your eyes. He’s so sexy it becomes not only plausible but inevitable. Woof.

3. Bound in ropes. This is not explicitly sexy, but it’s the scene that launched a thousand prayers for femdom rope play in wondertrev fics. (Note to self: still need to write one of those…). Wonder Woman has always been kinky, but I love that it’s Steve who’s tied up and all the delightful implications that goes along with that. And Chris Pine, bless him, really sold it with the, ahem, agony.

2. Naked in the cave. Mmmmm. Fanservice in the best possible sense. The purpose of this scene is the juxtaposition of the usual. As Chris Pine said in an interview, Diana is there devouring him. He’s the eye candy. She’s framed in the position of power. Pine worked hard to make that booty pop and we all appreciate his efforts. The moment he kind of hesitates before he straightens up to let Diana look her fill? Priceless. And so Steve Trevor.

1. Fight partners. My catnip is battle couples. I live and breathe for this trope. So that moment when Diana turns to see Steve Trevor fighting at her side? And the camera lingers? And she falls in love? Yeah. I did, too. SO HARD. Mrmph.

Second category: Sexy-heartwrenching—the heart behind it makes Steve Trevor irresistible in that moment.

Top 5 Sexy-Heartwrenching:

5. When it comes to pleasure… Steve. Steve, Steve, Steve. The awkward flirting on the boat is so dang sexy precisely because it’s so bad. He’s so nervous! The awkward silence. The way he feels the need to defend his vigor. It’s laughable. But it’s also great the way he feels out the situation without pushing too hard. And when Diana turns the tables on him, Steve is 1000% down for her to be in charge. But the best part is when she turns him down, and he’s just, like, struck dumb. Poor lamb.

4. The hesitant step. I know running toward one’s doom isn’t particularly sexy, but the man just told Diana he loves her and then told her he’s willing to die to help her save the world. So I’m obviously wrecked at this point. You must have been, too, so you understand. But that moment, when Steve looks behind him for a split-second? Heart ripped to shreds.

3. The moment before the kiss. The way that man crosses that room, I tell ya. His expression is so intense. Watchful, wanting. Vulnerable. Steve is being pulled to Diana based on a look. He is helpless. You can feel the knots in his stomach. And when he reaches for her face? I die.

2. The dance. *Whimpers* I mean kill me dead, Patty Jenkins. You know how to sell a romance. The dance itself is so adorable and he looks just so fresh so clean. He’s seen a miracle and now he has her in his arms. *Swoon* But the best moment is when Steve becomes irresistibly earnest. “What’s it like?” Diana asks. And Steve gives her an honest answer, “I don’t know.” Excuse me, I need to scream into a pillow. Heart in a million pieces. Find out together!!!

1. The earnest speechifying while swiping his bangs out of his face. Like, people. I was so enthralled. First of all, you have some A+ thematic and character writing going on. So my sapiosexual self is into this intense meeting of philosophies. And then, just when Steve Trevor’s baby blues are at their most pleading, we get a swipe. I reacted. My heart fluttered. I think there was a gifset of an interview going around where Chris Pine claimed not to remember the swipe. Pshaw, I say to that. Own your power, Chris Pine, and always wield it for good.

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