Ignoring that homophobia exists (because it's all bullshit), let's imagine that Napoleon and Illya met a long time ago (maybe during the war, or, perhaps more realistically, during one of Napoleon's first missions for the CIA). They were young and in love and they got married in secret (now, when I'm thinking more about this, I realised that they could have met during the war and fell in love, but they didn't have enough time to develop a relationship, but then they met druing one of Napoleon's first CIA missions again and that's when they got married in some small, random European town). They planned to run away together, but with the Cold War and CIA and KGB in the way, they didn't manage to do it. Maybe they had to cease all contact for a few months to ease suspicions and make sure they wouldn't be discovered (just imagine all the angst and longing). Over the years, they maintained a long-distance relationship where they tried to communicate and meet as much as possible without arousing any suspicions. They were very good at it and the KGB and the CIA never had even the slightest idea.
And then the events in the movie happen. I think the espace from East Berlin would play out pretty much the same way it did in the movie. Them being married kind of gives Napoleon's line: "Somehow it just doesn't seem like the right thing to do," new context. I think that would 100% be his reaction when someone asks him if he doesn't want to shoot his secret husband. Also, imagine how much of self-control poor Illya had to exert to keep a poker face while he was being briefed about Napoleon by the KGB. I bet he really wanted to be like: "Please, can I have some of these photos of young Napoleon? For nostalgia's sake. He was so adorable." Also, also, Napoleon would feel pretty bad for dropping Illya in the minefield, but Illya forgives him after Napoleon bakes him a few cakes, satisfying Illya's sweet tooth.
And during their fight in the bathroom, they totally snuck in some kisses when Oleg and Sanders weren't paying too much attention. And their little exchange about who picks which lock ("I take top." "I'll take the bottom.") was definitely followed by a dirty joke from Napoleon. Also, Illya had to be so jealous and hurt when he heard Napoleon and Victoria together. Like, he rationally knows that Napoleon does honeypot missions and that he also has to keep up his womanizer persona, and it's not like he doubts Napoleon's love for him. He just never had to witness it so closely and it's painful. And this scenario also opens up the opportunity for lots of comforting after Napoleon gets rescued from Rudi, because he doesn't have to act like a tough spy, but he can be a bit vulnerable in front of his husband and let Illya fret over him (at least for bit; they still have a mission to complete afterall). I also imagine that Waverly acts like he is absolutely clueless about Illya and Napoleon's marriage, but in reality he knows about it, because he managed to find out when he was doing a background check on them before he hired them for UNCLE.
Now I really want to read a fic which is a rewrite of canon where Illya and Napoleon are secretly married.
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I've been wondering for a while if James Gunn was gonna, bring in just Damian or if there would be other members of the Batfam in the upcoming Batman: Brave and the Bold movie. I hadn't looked it before now, but I just did..
AND THEY ARE!!! FUCKING FINALLY!! I want Jason and Barbara and Dick and Tim and Stephanie and Cassandra and anyone else Gunn will allow!!!
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*Me, an American scrolling through tumblr*
Me: what the….
Me: ….why—- oh right. Eurovision is a thing. I forgot.
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people are so weird about babies like calling them crotch goblins, reducing being a parent "letting someone cum in you" etc etc etc like those are tiny little humans you don't have to want to have any of your own but they are literally just small people & it's weird to constantly describe them in crude sexual terms and/or as subhuman
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oh god is this gonna be another situation where the americans complain about -33 while canadians are experiencing -55 and still have to go to work
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right now as we speak the IOF are kidnapping palestinian male civilians from the north of gaza in dozens, stripping them out of their clothes and shoes, blindfolding and lining them up. women and children are kicked to the south while men are taken hostage to military bases in israel. please continue to be loud about palestine.( x , x ) links contain images of events described above.
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I need a 5+1 fic with 5 times Illya and Napoleon argue over who gets to drive and 1 time they don't. I imagine that when Gaby is not around, they can never decide on who gets to drive (I've also read fics with missing scenes where they're deciding about the vespa or about the van after the electrolution, so this idea is kind of inspired by them). Anyway, I imagine Illya'd be the I'm-the-better-driver kind of person, so he'd insist on driving even under ridiculous circumstances, like: "Cowboy' I'll drive." "Dammit, Peril, you were shot and currently are bleeding out. No way you are driving." Maybe, for a change, one situation could be when neither of them wants to drive for some reason (like the car is very crappy and unreliable, or maybe it's a car that Gaby was tinkering with exeprimentally and neither of them is sure whether it's really operational). And the +1 has so much angst potential. Like, they don't argue because one of them is unconscious and dying. Or one of them died some time ago and the other one is missing their arguments over who gets to drive (I usually never read major character death fics, so no idea where this came from). Or Gaby is injured and they have to take her to the hospital urgently, so they both know there's no time for arguments. It also has soms fluff potential, lol. For example, Gaby comes to pick Napoleon and Illya up after a mission, and they are both a little banged up and totally exhausted, so they just both get in the backseat without complaint and fall asleeping leaning against each other.
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probably time for this story i guess but when i was a kid there was a summer that my brother was really into making smoothies and milkshakes. part of this was that we didn't have AC and couldn't afford to run fans all day so it was kind of important to get good at making Cool Down Concoctions.
we also had a patch of mint, and he had two impressionable little sisters who had the attitude of "fuck it, might as well."
at one point, for fun, this 16 year old boy with a dream in his eye and scientific fervor in heart just wanted to see how far one could push the idea of "vanilla mint smoothie". how much vanilla extract and how much mint can go into a blender before it truly is inedible.
the answer is 3 cups of vanilla extract, 1/2 cup milk alternative, and about 50 sprigs (not leaves, whole spring) of mint. add ice and the courage of a child. idk, it was summer and we were bored.
the word i would use to describe the feeling of drinking it would maybe be "violent" or perhaps, like. "triangular." my nose felt pristine. inhaling following the first sip was like trying to sculpt a new face. i was ensconced in a mesh of horror. it was something beyond taste. for years after, i assumed those commercials that said "this is how it feels to chew five gum" were referencing the exact experience of this singular viscous smoothie.
what's worse is that we knew our mother would hate that we wasted so much vanilla extract. so we had to make it worth it. we had to actually finish the drink. it wasn't "wasting" it if we actually drank it, right? we huddled around outside in the blistering sun, gagging and passing around a single green potion, shivering with disgust. each sip was transcendent, but in a sort of non-euclidean way. i think this is where i lost my binary gender. it eroded certain parts of me in an acidic gut ecology collapse.
here's the thing about love and trust: the next day my brother made a different shake, and i drank it without complaint. it's been like 15 years. he's now a genuinely skilled cook. sometimes one of the three of us will fuck up in the kitchen or find something horrible or make a terrible smoothie mistake and then we pass it to each other, single potion bottle, and we say try it it's delicious. it always smells disgusting. and then, cerimonious, we drink it together. because that's what family does.
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every girl should be given a 6tb hard drive for free so she can store her little collection of illegally obtained 4k ultra hd movies
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