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SERIES:

pretty in pink

Adopting a hybrid bunny girl becomes one of the best decisions you've ever made in your life. Despite the blurred lines that form in your relationship, you wouldn't trade anything in the world for your sweet angel that is Wanda Maximoff.

the excellence of misfortune

Moving into Westview to escape the demons that chase you, there you meet Wanda Maximoff, a married woman who's looking for the same kind of escapism. Where one seeks order and the other seeks thrill, maybe you can show each other a little neighbourly support, and perhaps, find the excellence of misfortune.

ONESHOTS:

spooky scary skeletons the one where you're ghostface and wanda maximoff is your next victim.

nsfw alphabet your sex life with your girlfriend, told through snapshots of the alphabet.

the pirate and the mermaid in the midst of a voyage, a notorious pirate stumbles upon a pretty little mermaid.

arabella as a writer, your love for wanda transcends the boundaries of words.

medicine after a particularly taxing work day, there's no better stress relief than your cute little bunny sleeping half-naked in your bed.

doctor's orders barbie!wanda hasn’t got a clue about how her newly-human body works. thankfully, you happen to be the best gynecologist in town.

babysitter duty | pt.2 the mom of the kids you babysit is extremely hot.

kick a ball, score a hot mom wanda's sons have soccer practice, while she spends some time with their young and ridiculously good-looking coach in the equipment closet.

extra credit the one where professor maximoff promises you extra credit if you make her squirt, and you're a fast learner.

taunt the several times wanda scrunches her nose at you.

god, you're insatiable a formal work party gone wrong when wanda's co-workers get a little too close to you.

giddyup in which you wake up to your girlfriend riding on your abs.

boudoir photography the finals assignment where your top student submits her nudes.

heat waves omegaverse - the one where an omega wanda in heat goes to the bar to find some relief, and meets the alpha bartender.

study break in which straight A student wanda maximoff studies with the school's jock and jerk, you.

rockin' around the christmas tree in which "rockin'" is a euphemism for sex.

'tis the season to be horny making gingerbread houses with your horny girlfriend.

last christmas | pt.2 the one where you reunite with your toxic ex on christmas.

i'm (c)reaming of a white christmas when they said 'white christmas', you thought it meant being covered in snow, certainly not...... this.

all i want for christmas is you (to fuck me] the only thing on wanda's wishlist is you.

slow hands | pt.2 college au where you had always thought wanda was out of your league, until that night at tony stark's party.

DRABBLES:

babygirl wanda

more babygirl wanda

babygirl model wanda

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SERIES:

home is where the heart is

In which your married life with Natasha Romanoff is depicted through this comedy-drama series. With your dream job, three kids, and a plethora of friends, each day is blissful but all the more chaotic and unpredictable. (And ultimately, very horny.)

my divine goddess

After saving a mystical cat from a deathly experience, you're hauled into the world of Gods and Goddesses with one wish to get whatever it is you desire. Turns out, all you crave is the Goddess of Lust, Natasha Romanoff. Steamy entanglements turn into love-filled confessions, but the two of you were star-crossed from the very start.

ONESHOTS:

mile high club on a plane ride to dubai for a romantic getaway, natasha takes matters into her own hands, and your cock into her own mouth. (oops?)

arsonist's lullabye natasha gets more attached than expected after a one-night-stand with the college's infamous player.

mechanic jacks and jacked mechanics natasha's car breaks down in the dead of the night, and an unbelievably sexy mechanic shows up to fix her right up.

let me fuck your tits? your wife thinks you've been acting a little off lately, but it comes down to the 'hard' truth that you just wanna fuck her tits.

i wanna be yours despite your countless pleads for natasha to stay away during the full moon, she decides to brave the beast... and gets a lot more than what she bargained for.

widow's web natasha's mission to retrieve a thumbdrive file by seducing a high-ranking executive goes a little too smoothly, and she doesn't notice you're not all you seem to be.

break the rules when visiting the strip club downtown with your co-workers, you catch the eye of none other than the 'black widow'.

obsession, possesion! your roomate's an innocent little thing, the prettiest girl on campus, whose boobs you're a little too obsessed with.

office hours | pt.2 natasha romanoff is your new secretary, and she's ready to help you with your every need.

DRABBLES:

natasha plays a prank

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ONESHOTS:

if god forbid (Peggy Carter x Gn!Reader) you're eating your wife out under her office desk as she speaks to - or at least, attempts to speak to - her military soldiers.

the super soldier theory (Wandanat x Amab!Reader) being a supersoldier had its perks, like getting to fuck the black widow and scarlet witch on a mission.

DRABBLES:

subby!agatha

possesive wandanat

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the-one-who-lambs · 7 months

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uhh hello!! sorry if this is a tall order LOL but I wanna ask, do you have any narilamb fanfic recs? :D I already read yours and I really like bamsara’s and I’m waiting for epicaandk’s to update (that one is my fav ever <3) but idk what to read now lol

Tall order?? Naaaaah, I'm always happy to give recs. Oh boy, I'm gonna go in reverse chronological order.

If you've read all of my narilamb fics (have you seriously? I'm impressed, that's probably well over half the 150k+ I've written for this damn fandom. Also, to anyone seeing this from a reblog, my stuff is over at onethirdofimpossible!) then here we go!

You already mentioned it, but The Rehabilitation of Death is excellent so far! This one is by @bamsara who is new to the CotL fandom but apparently not new to fanfic writing; they have a really popular FNAF fic and I assume the well-deserved attention this fic's been getting is a byproduct of the popularity they've already gotten in other fandoms. :D Welcome, bamsara! Many of the fic writers in this fandom are friends with each other already, but we don't bite if you wanna say hi.

Feel No Evil and Language Barrier, both by @payasita. I always love how payasita portrays this duo (in both digital art and writing), with so much sass and repressed loneliness, knowing they're stuck together for eternity and making the best of it. (And maybe falling in love, depending on how dense Narinder keeps being.) What makes these come alive for me is how well thought out the setting is outside the Lamb and Narinder. The descriptions and weight of emotions really pop here.

LITERALLY ANYTHING written by pavi / @i-eat-deodorant. Depending on how spicy you want your fics to be he has even more here. Character analysis, diction, pacing, etc. are consistently 10/10. Top-quality banter between a sassy Lamb and tired old man Narinder. We constantly bounce ideas off each other and inspire each other a lot but I promise I'm not hyping him up just because he's my friend oh my god please just go bless your eyes.

It Was For You, O Death by blueberry-muffin-massacre (if they have a tumblr, let me know so I can tag!). An intriguing alternative ending to the final battle wherein the Lamb chooses a secret third option by refusing to give up the Red Crown and still observing Narinder as the God of Death. So many details are so well thought out and duality their relationship is nicely characterized-- both genuine care for each other and also quite unhealthy. A fine line treaded well!

Confessional by jusmove (again, lmk if they have a tumblr). Been a while since I've read it, but I love how the Lamb chips at Narinder's very carefully built emotional walls. Their personalities are very well fleshed out here, especially Narinder's cognitive dissonance at being able to process love.

Confession by @thewitchoftheweed. I didn't expect a part two to this one, but my god I was so thrilled when it did update. Narinder and Lamb with their unique and parallel loneliness and their fucked-up sense of everything. Their relationship is very rocky here, and I love how they navigate it: with tension and eventual, pained acceptance. Mind the rating.

Of Character Development and Being Dense by @calliecature. A short and sweet narilamb classic. They're both mutually pining and one of them is too emotionally repressed to realize it. Guess who.

Not An Offering, But a Gift by @checkplzjuliet. Small confession fic. I especially love how Narinder's descriptions twist the knife of his situation here, and how Lambert is a total foil for him! There are a lot of good things happening in such a short span, which is impressive.

Also, if you think you've read all my narilamb fics... I do have a secret one out there too. Just so you know.

Happy reading!

I'm already friends with many of the people here, but if any of the writers I've tagged have been kinda wanting to reach out for a while but feel a little anxious... Don't be. I've made my best friends in this fandom by literally just waiting for some of my readers to get over whatever assumption they have that I'm cool and say hi. Or being the more confident one first.

#hannah's rambles #cult of the lamb #narilamb #cotl #fanfic #fic rec

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lurkingshan · 3 months

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Dead Friend Forever is a Marvel of Mystery Writing

I haven’t been watching Dead Friend Forever live, because I am not always that into the slasher genre and I figured I would wait to hear whether it holds up before jumping in. I admit, I was a bit dubious about a drama sustaining a slasher narrative for 12 entire weeks and didn’t want to spend time on something that might be too shallow to sustain and would end up falling apart. I basically told bestie @wen-kexing-apologist to vet it for me and holler if I needed to start paying attention. And a few weeks ago, they started poking me with increasing intensity, along with a few other friends, because the writing was holding up better than they could believe. I started asking questions, and once @ginnymoonbeam mentioned that Sammon was the writer, it all started to click and I dove into a binge to catch up.

And they were right! This show is excellent, and its strength is sourced in an incredibly strong script from a writer who knows how to construct a longform mystery. Because it turns out, that’s what this show actually is. How do you sustain a slasher for 12 weeks? By embedding a deeper mystery within the slasher framework and pacing your story so that the entire middle delivers a backstory narrative that is even more compelling than the current events. This show is expertly structured to grab your attention and then get you deeply emotionally invested in the coming bloodbath, which is crucial for a slasher to feel like it has any stakes. Let me also note that the excellent writing here is supported by extremely smart direction and editing and some standout performances from young actors. I am going to focus on the writing here because that’s what I do, but it should be said that this whole production is all around excellent.

So let’s talk about why the writing in Dead Friend Forever works so well! Great drama mysteries should support two kinds of engagement from the viewer:

no thoughts head empty engagement from the people who just want to be pulled along for the ride and be constantly surprised

red string board theory engagement for the people who enjoy finding clues and trying to solve the mystery in advance.

It’s actually really fucking hard to thread this needle as a writer, because it requires seeding strong enough clues that attentive viewers could reasonably guess some of the big reveals, but not giving away so much that you are unable to surprise them. A reveal in a good mystery should have you saying “oh my god WHAT” and “of course, that makes perfect sense” at the same time. And the best mysteries support the viewer being able to go back and rewatch, find new meaning they missed the first time, and realize every single thing that happened adds up. A tight mystery has no loose ends and no false steps; it never lies to the viewer, it only works to draw your attention where it wants it at any given point in the story.

Dead Friend Forever does this masterfully with several of its reveals, but I will highlight the biggest example: the reveal of Phee and Non’s relationship in episode 7. In the first four episodes of the show, the story lets us in on a few crucial facts: Phee is newer to this friend group (along with Tan and White), he was not present for whatever went down with Non three years ago, he has some kind of fucked up not!friends with benefits relationship with Jin that involves lots of sexual tension and dick biting, and he seems interested in figuring out what the hell happened once all these dudes start acting crazy about the videos. The string board theorists had enough to go on there to reasonably guess that he was intentionally trying to uncover the truth—but not why—and the no thoughts head empty crowd could just vibe, enjoying his scenes with Jin and wondering how exactly he ended up hooking up with him and getting involved with this group of people he doesn’t even seem to like.

Once we get to the backstory and see Non’s narrative, additional clues emerge, like the existence of both an older brother and a mysterious sweetheart that is only saved as [heart emoji] in Non’s phone. No thoughts head empty is over here going huh I wonder who they’re gonna be and hey when are the rest of the characters going to show up; string board theorists now have two clear options for how Phee could tie in to Non’s story and why he might care enough to investigate, but no one knows for sure. So when the show ended episode 6 with Phee running into Non’s room and began episode 7 with The Most Effective Five Minute BL Of All Time, everything clicked into place. No thoughts head empty got to experience a very pleasant shock moment, the string board theorists got to feel satisfied that they figured out at least part of the reveal, everyone got to enjoy an unexpected shot of romance in the middle of this stressful narrative, and there were still parts of Phee’s motives and involvement with this group that we didn’t understand and would require additional reveals. That is great mystery writing in a nutshell.

And it’s not only the mystery construction that makes the writing here so smart. It’s also the way Sammon is weaving in tons of social commentary, embedding Thai cultural and religious values, incorporating complicated crimes with lots of players in the mix that somehow don’t get confusing, and drawing complex and nuanced characters whose choices and behavior you understand even if you find them abhorrent. It’s not easy to make a viewer both despise a character and still care what happens to them; when you write a story about despicable people you run the risk of inspiring apathy in the audience, which is a death knell for a mystery. We have to be invested for this story to work. We have to feel deep empathy for Non to the point that we fully support axe murdering his bullies, but we also have to be interested enough in the bullies and why they behave the way they do to watch 12 weeks of them running around being awful to each other and harming everyone in their paths. And Non, too, gets to have real complexity. He is not a perfect little Mary Sue who never does anything wrong. He makes big impulsive mistakes, and seeks attention and affection from the wrong people, and lies to the ones he loves, and doesn’t always ask for help when he needs it. He is a flawed human being and that’s so important, because he is the center of this story and we need him to feel real.

In conclusion: holy shit. I tip my hat to you, Dr. Sammon, and I am very excited to be on this ride for the final four episodes.

#dead friend forever #dff the series #thai bl #shan shouts into the void

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give-soup-please · 2 years

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Reader finding Narrator’s romantic writings about them

Your place has gotten pretty disorganized recently, and it hasn’t been great for your mental health. You decide you need to tidy up and get rid of some things.

The narrator shrugs his shoulders at this. Of course, he wants you to be in a good space mentally, but mess doesn’t really bother him that much.

Parts of the office were cluttered, and if he really gets overwhelmed, he can always pop out of the physical plane of existence and just be a voice. But if it makes you happy to clean, he’s not going to protest.

You do a few loads of laundry, take the trash out, and begin organizing some papers the narrator left around. You ask him permission before doing this, and he waves you off, saying that those were old projects and that he didn’t care what happened to them.

Well, you found something you hadn’t really anticipated. You’re leaning against his desk, trying to keep a neutral face while you read.

It’s… detailed romantic descriptions. About you and him. How soft he imagines your skin to be, how tenderly you look at him when the lovelight is in your eyes, his strong and firm arms wrapping around you, passionate kisses and declarations of affection. Holy-

You keep reading. Chapters of undying love, pages of yearning, paragraphs dedicated to how soft your lips are- You’re becoming more flustered and giddy by the second. The narrator walks back in.

“Ah, I see you’re taking a break. Found anything inter-” He stares at you with wide eyes. Your expression- You’re looking up at him and grinning shyly. Your face is flushed, and you’re giggling. What on earth?

“Ahem. Yes, I know my writing is excellent, but that’s a new reaction. What did you-”

He remembers what was in the pile of papers now. He had forgotten- He’s always had slight memory problems-

He rushes forwards and snatches the pages from your hands. “That’s enough of that, thank you. I- I need to-” His face is burning. Oh, the humiliation, and the inevitable rejection- “I don’t know how these papers got in here, I- I’ve never seen this writing before in my life.”

You try very hard to not laugh, knowing that he’s not in a position to take it well. His writing style was very iconic. No one could write like he did, let alone break into your home and leave the pages around. It was the most bald faced lie he’s ever told you.

“But- I didn’t get to the ending!” You whine, grinning. “Do we make it as a couple, or does the evil Lord Dred-ful keep us apart? Come on man, don’t leave me in suspense. It’s fantastic work, some of your best.”

He’s caught in between his ego and his embarrassment. He blusters and stumbles through a mishmash of sentences. “I- you- it’s, well- The thing is-”

You continue to tease him. “Now if my literature analysis skills are any good, I’d say you like me. More than like me, if your reaction is anything to go by. Tell me, are you just as passionate a man as you are a writer? Maybe we should find out~”

His stuttering and stumbling gets worse. You’re actively flirting with him instead of being disgusted or horrified, so he supposes it’s a victory. “I-I-I-I-”

You finally take pity on him. “I feel the same way. I love you, narrator. Without reservation or hesitation.” You’re quoting him, writing your character. It’s an odd feeling. “For real though, do you want to try and make a romantic relationship work? I’m very willing, but if you’re hesitating, we can just remain friends. No pres-”

He pulls you into a kiss. You hum delightedly and kiss him back. You pull away after a few minutes, both panting.

“...So. How’d your writing compare to the real thing?” You ask.

“...”

“...Your lips are more wonderful than I wrote them to be.” Woah, now that was high praise. Not only not taking the opportunity to boast, but to make you feel good about yourself?

You drag him in for another dozen kisses. You resurface again, the both of you completely love drunk.

“Your writing is going to improve with how much hands-on experience I’m planning on giving you.”

You’ve never seen him so happy.

#the narrator x reader #the stanley parable #tsp narrator #tsp #headcanon #answered ask #stanley parable #narrator #tsp narrator x reader

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alittlextrathatway · 2 months

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What are some of your best and worst Brettsey moments?

What are some moments that inspire you to write or make you write because things need to be changed?

What are some storylines you wish the show had exploded with Matt and Sylvie as individuals and Brettsey?

Or times when the writers could have gone deeper?

Is there anything you want to write but feel apprehensive about or feel like you can't get it right?

Now that the Caseys have left Chicago I can answer this one. 🥺 Been saving it.

It’s so hard to narrow down BEST moments. I love the “You’re a little extra that way” conversation, Sylvie’s confession of feelings from 9x16, their love scene from that same episode, the first kiss in 9x02, and the eye contact at Molly’s from 9x02 as well. There’s more but those are the first ones that come to mind. Of course now I have to consider the BEAUTY that was their wedding ep which gave us SO MUCH. Their vows were perfect. Making out in the turn out room, also perfect. Sylvie escaping/running for her life and Matt tackling the guy and holding Sylvie for dear life after, again perfect.

As for worst, I’d say anything out of character. Matt’s 10x22 “I don’t know” always makes me mad because there’s no way someone who loves Sylvie as much as he does wouldn’t reassure her in that moment. The way the break up was orchestrated in 11x01 with Sylvie comparing her relationship to Violet’s or Stellaride’s or even Kyle’s, Matt and she not talking for two weeks — all of it felt forced and weird. Sylvie doesn’t normally compare herself to others like that and Matt wrote Sylvie a LETTER and put it in the mail in S10 when they kept missing each other. I’d say those.

I think a lot of what inspires me to write is less things that need to be changed and more things that need to be explained. Like the break up in 11x01 and Matt’s “I don’t know” in 10x22. Both those things made me want to dig in and take something that feels OOC to me and elaborate on it. That happened to me in S9 a lot. I wanted to really explore their perspectives, thoughts, traumas, and emotions in a way TV just doesn’t have a lot of time to do.

The biggest one for me is the trauma that resulted from Arnow. Matt’s guilt over Sylvie being hurt and Otis. Sylvie’s grief over losing Otis and exploring that grief as part of the reason she didn’t realize things with Kyle wouldn’t work sooner than she did. I feel like there was some excellent material there that could have been mined for them. The other one, that I was convinced the show was saving for the dating Brettsey era that we never really got, was meeting Brett’s birth father. After everything she went through with Julie, how would that go? Would he be as lovely as Julie was? How would Matt help her through it?

Times when the writers could have gone deeper for me is always going to be exploring trauma. I wanted to know more about Matt’s relationship with his dad. We saw Nancy and we heard about his dad from her but what were Matt’s memories like? How did he remember him? Also why didn’t Christie share Matt’s opinion on their mom or see the abuse? Was their dad partial to Christie? And for Sylvie, I wanted to know more about Harrison and Hope and how that dynamic shaped a young Sylvie. Harrison and Hope were clearly the gaslighting types and if those people were her childhood best friend and high school sweetheart then there must be more emotional abuse that she didn’t reconcile until after they were gone. I also would have liked to have actually met her parents or her brother.

As far as things I want to write but can’t, I have had an idea for a regency Brettsey AU FOR YEARS. I am not great with historical fiction/romance though so I’ve never seriously attempted to write it. But man do I want to. I think it would be full of so much yearning and tenderness.

Hopefully I answered all the questions you had! I LOVED THESE QUESTIONS. My favorite part of writing fanfic of these two is trying to get inside these people’s heads. They’re complicated and loving and generous but also have experienced great tragedies and faced abuse from people they loved. The fact that they find solace and safety in each other is breathtaking to me and so well deserved.

#chicago fire #brettsey #sylvie brett #matt casey #matt casey x sylvie brett #ask box #ask angellwings #angellwings answers

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topwxntersoldxer · 1 year

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Dream Girl -Iceman

Summary: Being Goose' Sister and being there when they announce him dead. Your ex who happens to be a pilot on the same base at that time comforts you about your brother and your past together.

Pairing: Tom "Iceman" Kazansky x reader.

A/n: I think I finally worked through my writer's block and will be having more imagines posted this week. This is a top gun imagine I been working on. I hope to have the next part up in a couple days hope you all enjoy.

What most people didn’t understand you could have the world and lose it so quickly. In one small moment everything could change whether you were ready or not. Being a pilot in the military you learned a lot of things which changed your perspective of life. You learned to fight knowing each day might be your last and you might fly up in the air not knowing you might not come back down. Somehow you ended up in Top Gun with your Goose who was your brother and Maverick who was a best friend to the both of you.

" Make it back please" you embraced your brother in your arms who was laughing at your affection. "If I didn’t know better I would think youd miss me" you smacked the side of his arm before pulling back to look at him "You know how hard it would be to find someone else to do karaoke with" both of you began laughing. "I'll be back before you know it don’t worry about me. Just be prepared to kick ass at karaoke when I get back." you gave your brother a kiss on the cheek before he began to suit up and get in his jet.

"Mav" you quickly raced up to maverick as he was suiting up next to his jet. "be careful and take care of my brother" you saluted your best friend "make sure the two of you make it back" he gave you a smile as he saluted back at you. "I always bring him back don’t I. Don’t worry Bradshaw the three of us together will be back together in no time"

Standing back with the other Aviators you watched the final moments as the boys suited up and got in their jets taking off into the air. You didn’t know about your brother but you got nervous when they both flew into the air knowing their might be a chance they might not come down. The next few moments went by in a blur. The mission going south, commanders yelling commands at the pilots, watching the pilots in the air. To say you were nervous was an understatement. Next thing you knew they were pulling your brothers body from the ocean.

The moment the news came that Maverick and Goose came out. It was like everything changed.

"My dearest Condolences Lieutenant Bradshaw. Your brother was an excellent pilot." The Naval Casualties Officers saluted you and left. Looking around you could see the other pilots staring at you sympathy sat on their faces. Slamming your helmet down on the ground you stormed back into the Top Gun building heading straight into the locker room. Not even bothering to close the door and turned on the shower sitting underneath the cold water as it poured all over you drenching you head to toe. You didn’t care if anyone heard you as you began to scream and cry. Nothing has ever tore you apart as much as hearing about Goose and Maverick. God you hoped Maverick was safe and okay but you just needed a second to grieve for your brother. Being in the navy you knew there might be days you might not come back down most people were okay with that. No one ever prepared you for how hard it truly is. Minutes started to feel like hours. Your voice became hoarse and sore so you just sat there in silence. You sat with your head between your knees the tears streaming down your face mixed in with the water falling down the shower.

"Bradshaw" you heard the door quietly open and heard the steps of someone walking around the locker room. Ignoring the sound of someone walking around the locker room you kept your head between your knees hoping they would go away and leave you be. The water turned off which got your attention. "Its just me sweetheart" you looked up and saw Iceman standing there with a towel for you. He held his hand out towards you "You don’t have to say anything but at least change out your wet clothes" Ignoring his hand you untied your boots snatching the towel from his grip "Im fine Kazansky I don’t need your help" Shoving past Iceman you ran the towel wiping off your face before you began changing out your clothes into some dry ones.

"Im sorry. Everyone loved him. He was a good pilot and a friend" Iceman was sitting on the other side of the lockers. Neither of you were extremely close anymore. He was good friends with your brother but after he broke your heart you were distant friends. "I don’t want your fake ass sympathy" you finished getting ready before walking around to face Iceman "He was my friend y/n. You forget there was a time you were my friend. I promised him I would look out for you and im not going to break that promise."

There was a time you and Iceman were a couple things were different then. Simpler. You were just a girl in a bar and he was just another guy in the bar. The pilot looked at you as if you were his whole world. You felt the world stop around you when he was around you. It was just you and him. It was like you were his half and he was yours. You moved in together and their wasn’t anything in the world the two of you couldn’t handle together.

"I cant fucking believe you" you were quickly trying to shove your belongings into a bag as you were also fighting with Iceman. Lately the two of you havent had time with each other. Either one of you is busy when the other isnt or you both have gotten off late and just havent been in a mood. "How the hell is this on me? Im working to build a future for us. Im doing the best I can so I can give you the future we want." he usually wasn’t the type to cuss at you and lose his temper with you easy. " I want to fucking marry you. I want my life to be with you. Im sorry I missed a couple dates. I love you." Iceman loved you and that was not a secret to anyone but hes never said any of that towards you. "I miss you. I miss my nights with you and our dates with you, Ice. Its like you are never here anymore. Its lonely without you. I cant keep doing this. You are never here I need you back." he slammed his fist on the counter "maybe your future isnt with me" Tears began to slowly swell and fall down your eyes "You don’t mean that." The silence that followed told you everything you needed to know. "I guess your future isnt with me then" that was the end of that. You grabbed your bag and never looked back.

After that you would see Iceman again and would have to work with him. The two of you talked and became civil but that’s all it was civility.

"You broke that promise years ago Ice." your voice was barely above more than a whisper. "I needed you and you were never there. Its like you were a ghost. I loved you. I didn’t care what you couldn’t give me. You were always enough for me. You needed more. I never did." It was true. No matter what happened after the two of you broke up no one ever made you feel like he did. No one was Iceman. "Things change. I don’t need you anymore. I have Maverick and im fine" you went back to grab your bag and empty the things out of Gooses' Locker. "I wouldve gave up everything for you. I never once lied to you. I wanted to marry you and I wanted a life with you. Even after you left I wouldve done anything for you. Hell I still love you. Nothing will ever change that. If you asked I would burn down this whole place if that’s what would make you happy." carefully Iceman started to take a step towards you. "I'm sorry he's gone y/n. ." He was standing close enough you could smell him. For the first time in years he's been close enough that you could feel his warmth against you. You hated how much you missed him.

It was like a reflex you couldn’t help but tightly wrap your arms around him. The comfort of him being here with you was just enough. You known this moment wouldn’t last forever but just in the moment it felt like it would. He did the same in return and began rubbing your back trying to soothe the pain you were in. He knew it wasn’t enough to take all the pain away but it would calm you. The calmness of his humming and his hand rubbing up and down your back was something he always did with you and it never failed to calm you down. Your tears stained the front of his uniform. Both of your hands laid around his neck you held on tighter than your probably shouldve. It was one of those situations if you held on looser than you would be scared he'd be gone. "Im sorry" you muttered your voice came out as a low whisper. It was low enough you almost didn’t think he heard you. "You have no reason to be. You know I will always show up and be here" he tilted your head up so you were looking him in the eyes. He wiped your tears away with his hand. Just like that it felt like nothing changed and that no time has passed for you two. The love has always been there.

"I know they are going to be watching. I cant go out there Ice." you leaned your forehead against his. Normally you wouldn’t care what anyone thought. Even now it wasn’t about caring what people thought about you crying or breaking down but it was dealing with the sympathetic looks and sorry's you would receive from everyone about your brother you just couldn’t deal with it yet. "Take your time okay. We can stay in here until you are ready. Its not about everyone. Its okay to just be in here and grief. Im here with you. Always"

The two of you just spent time talking and he tried his best to help and keep your relaxed. He managed to tell your stories to make you at least smile which worked because even though it took awhile he managed to get you laughing and smiling. You were scared and angry with significant events like death you wonder in what ways the world changes around you. Deep down you knew you were scared on how you were supposed to live without your brother that was something you werent ready to do just yet.

"Why did you let things end the way they did" You and ice were sitting on the floor of the room across from each other. It was a question that you never asked but wanted to know. When it came down to you he'd give anything up for you and wouldn’t give you up for anything in the world. Yet it felt like when you left it was too easy. "I loved you and you just let me walk away without a thought in the world" Ice looked down for a second before looking back at you. "This life isnt for everyone. Its brutal but you know that. I never lied to you about anything. A lot of people cant handle this lifestyle and if it wasn’t something you couldn’t handle I wasn’t going to force it on you. I love you more than anything. I worked and did more so that way I could give you everything you dreamed of because you are my dream girl. I want to marry you and grow old have a family with you. Forcing you into a lifestyle like this especially if it isnt something you wanted or could handle I couldn’t do that to you. I was hoping you just werent ready and when you were you would come back but if you just couldn’t do it that’s okay. I just want what made you happy." he paused a second before he continued " I know this is a conversation we shouldve had before and right now is not the time for any of this. But you will always come before anything. I will always be here when you need me and when you call for me. Just know that"

#top gun imagines #iceman imagines #iceman x reader #iceman imagine #tom iceman kazansky #tom kazansky x y/n #top gun imagine #top gun fanfiction

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ignitesthestxrs · 7 months

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I know you said you’ve gone back into it slowly but any book recs?

yes absolutely!! i have read some bangers lately tbh. also another thing i am trying to do is start uuuh reviewing what i'm reading so i will link a couple of those as well. but here is a sporadic collection of my reading enjoyments of the last year or so!

IF FOUND RETURN TO HELL // THE DEATH I GAVE HIM by Em X. Liu

em is hands down one of the best writers i know with prose that will punch you in the face and leave you asking if you can have another, please.

IF FOUND RETURN TO HELL is a queer found family novella featuring a done-with-this protag working in a wizarding call centre who abruptly comes down with a case of 'sweet angel baby boy possessed by demon hell child' in a broken magical healthcare system where following protocol is more important than like, helping people. so what is journeyman wen to do if not, you know, help anyway?

THE DEATH I GAVE HIM is the queer scifi hamlet retelling of my dreams, which is funny because i didn't care about hamlet until this book taught me how to. a thoughtful exploration on the nature of adaptation, death & immortality, and also what happens when your best friend is an AI and you wanna fuck him.

IN COLD BLOOD by Truman Capote the original true crime novel. still stuck in my truman blorbo moment. full review here

ASSASSIN'S APPRENTICE by Robin Hobb classic 90s fantasy with surprisingly emotional focus on the protag in a way i really dug. unhinged levels of accidental queerbaiting in a way that i enjoyed rather than despaired of. full review here.

PANDORA'S JAR: WOMEN IN THE GREEK MYTHS by Natalie Haynes a great overview of classical women that takes into account multiple sources and the way they have been read over centuries, and how the time in which a tale is being told affects the tale just as much as what the text of the story actually is. does a good job of walking the middle ground between like, historical sexism and the reflexive girlbossification instinct.

IN OTHER LANDS by Sarah Rees Brennan the queer harry potter offshoot we all actually deserve. portal fantasy with an acerbic main character who will save the world out of sheer spite because the world doesn't seem to think he can save it, or want him to do it even if he could. a genuinely lovely musing on the nature of loneliness, what abuse does to a child, how it's hard but possible to overcome the prejudices you learn when you're young, and how eventually, you're going to have to make the decision to let yourself be loved.

SHE WHO BECAME THE SUN by Shelley Parker-Chan truly i don't have the word for how fucking excellent this queer epic fantasy is. set in mongol-ruled china, this book is a masterclass in political intrigue, historical fiction, military fantasy, and also genderfuckery. feat. the kind of tragedy you see coming for several hundred pages and still takes your breath away when it hits, and also lesbian fisting. anyone who says books based in history can't get queer can get fucked.

A MARVELLOUS LIGHT by Freya Marske for a total 180 in mood, here is your queer romantic fantasy set in an Edwardian England that is reflective of the fact that like, queer people did in fact exist in Edwardian England. A lighter fare that nonetheless will hit you right in the heart and leave you delighted that a) there's a second book out now and b) the third one is coming soon. also Freya is an Artiste when it comes to writing good sex scenes, which

i belatedly realise it seems like i'm focusing on in this post but i just! like a queer text that tackles queer sex with nuance and interest and the horror and/or joy of the body, and the above authors are all fucking masters at their art (which includes, but by no means is limited to, writing about fucking)

#hannah answers asks #book recs

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This image! God this image! Mrs. Kojima really cooked here. I love and adore prelude to revenge so much! This scene and what happens subsequently there after could have no dialogue and it would still be perfectly understood with how well the emotions are conveyed in her illustrations.

Also Isaac looks phenomenal. Have I mentioned that I love prelude to revenge? What are some of your favorites?

BRO

you come to me and you give me the chance to gush about Prelude to Revenge, the best thing that came out of the Castlevania franchise?????

(i'm going to get assassinated for that lol)

i, ugh. i. i love how Kojima here handled the Hector/Isaac fight! It's from Isaac's POV, not Hector's - we're seeing the events from the POV of the antagonist. We already root for Hector and his will to run away from Dracula's insanity by this point. We are made to at least try to sympathize with the other guy, who so far proudly declared to be a weapon for destruction.

Hector uses a underhanded tactic to win: he slashes Isaac's thighs. He also breaks part of his armor, symbolically being the reason of Isaac's sanity slipping. He's about to deliver the coup de grâce...

"I still… can’t follow you? Have I lost…?"

(Hector's eye! Icy cold! Beautiful!)

... but instead, he humiliates his former friend further: he breaks his sword, and he forces him to live, while he himself crawls away to die far away. Hector refuses to share that moment of weakness with Isaac.

"Is this the arrogance... of the winner?!"

(actually, 優れる means "to surpass, to outstrip, to excel". Hector didn't just win: he's the one who always excels over Isaac. the resentment here <3)

And what's Isaac to do? He, too, limps back home, knowing full well what is going to await him: a disappointed Lord. A Lord who always favored Hector, because he's better than Isaac. And he proved him right. And it eats at him inside.

"You don’t answer even if I call... Ha... Did he even cut off my power?

Take a look at this pathetic sight, my Lord, my broken sword used as a cane My body is the proof of Your expectations for him Please ridicule me, scold me Next time I will do whatever it takes."

PtR doesn't go into detail about Isaac's inferiority complex, unlike the MF manga - but the way it conveys it it's just. argh. this man.

And then he reaches the castle... or what is left of it.

This is a masterpiece of a page. You can almost hear the howling wind. If this was an anime, it would have no music at all. Isaac is drawn at his most detailed and his most handsome as his face is washed in horror. You don't need anything to get hit with the realization that Isaac didn't just lost a fight, he lost his entire life: he has no home that would allow him to live, no Lord to serve, no friend to fight with, and even his magic has been cut out. He has nothing left, through no direct fault of his own.

Isaac wasn't there to protect his Lord. Because of Hector.

"I won't let you say that your rebellion has nothing to do with this! Had you cut off my head as well, I would not have seen this... Hector...!"

And as the real heroes of the story stand in the dawn to admire their hard-earned victory against evil, a broken man vows revenge for being forced to live on.

And man, will he take his revenge.

this is fucking peak man i can't stop eating my own hands it's so good it's so GOOD

I feel bad for Isaac! This simping asshole who will go then to kill an innocent woman and torment his former friend with! This piece of shit who wanted to happily exterminate mankind is genuinely pitiable in these circumstances! But the story doesn't hold your hand to make you feel sorry for him - it respects your intelligence enough to understand the facts and draw your own conclusions

Kojima is not only an artist out of this world, but an excellent writer.

urgh but it would take me too long to talk about my favorite scenes from this short manga! I made a lot of posts about it! It's so packed with scenes, beautiful quotes, poignant character moments, symbolism...

Ah, it sure deserved to be adapted :')

(also yes Isaac can be very good-looking when he wants to. He has honestly one of my favorite designs in the series precisely because his face has unique features. highly underrated <3)

#castlevania #akumajou dracula #curse of darkness #prelude to revenge #isaac laforeze #hector castlevania #please come to me to allow me to gush because it makes me so happy #thank you!

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Putting the thread I wrote on Twitter on here so I can reblog it when Tedbecca is endgame💜

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Why Tedbecca IS what the show has been setting up since the beginning:

- “what if I did get on there (Bantr) and I met my soulmate and it changed the whole course of my life?” // “this job you gave me has changed my life”

- REBECCA was (for a brief period of time) supposed to be at Ted’s door in 1x07 but the writers decided that their relationship should be protected and that a one night stand should never happen.

- The parallels in this ep were NOT needed. They could have shown Sassy at Ted’s door and here we go, Ze End. But they WANTED us to think it was Ted.

- Same thing for the cut in 2x05: both fake outs came at a moment when it would have been AWFUL for them to get together. Literally NO Tedbecca shipper wanted them together in S2, please no. Neither of them is ready, it would have been a horrible mess. The editors said that the philosophy in the editing room is “plant and pay off”: the fakeouts are here because Tedbecca IS happening. In writing, you don’t foreshadow things that won’t happen. And the writers ain’t the GoT writers, they’re not here for twists to trick the audience. The cut from Rebecca to Ted in 205 is absolutely criminal but if the writers really wanted to show a platonic relationship, they wouldn’t bother with these kinds of fakeouts: they just wouldn’t show anything that would as much as *imply* T/R could be romantic. But they do, because they want the audience to consider it, and it’s something we can go back to when they kiss. Like “oh yeah, they foreshadowed it TWICE, that’s right.

- The way they *see* each other better than everyone else ?? Rebecca was the only one to notice Ted wasn’t okay in 2x04 and 2x06, Ted arrived at the church right when she needed him... and that’s just 3 examples.

- The parallel scene in 2x10... they are LINKED by something that happened 30 years ago on the same day at the same time. When they didn’t know each other and were on different sides of the Atlantic. Both their lives changed this day: they both lost their fathers. They are SOULMATES. And no, not platonic soulmates, although they ARE just friends now. This is not what this is about here: if they wanted to show us platonic soulmates, they wouldn’t have kept them separate for most of S2. They would have shown them being ✨besties✨. They are NOT best friends. WHY this need for distance? Because they are connected in such a deep way that if they were left alone, they couldn’t hide. They would see right through each other.

- the way Rebecca reacts to seeing Ted in a suit in 104? Ma’am… why even show us that she finds him attractive if it won’t come back? It will come back.

- Ted looking like a kicked puppy after Rebecca leaves his office after the 211 truth bomb…

- They’re not ready for dating in S2: Jason said “if you have some things you need to work on, maybe going to the dating scene isn’t the best place to find it”. None of the relationships they started this season could last.

- We have PLENTY of m/f platonic friendships on the show: Ted/Keeley (which we thought was gonna turn romantic for a brief moment, remember? THAT’s a subverted trope here), Rebecca/Roy, Rebecca/Higgins, Rebecca/Beard... so the argument of “omg let a man and a woman be friends” just doesn’t stand. And anyway, the best romantic relationships start with friendship. It’s literally the most solid foundation you could ever find. You think they’re just gonna find love randomly offscreen? Sorry to tell you but that’s not how screenwriting works.

- Brett RTd this article and said it was “excellent”.

- One of the producers quoted this Tedbecca fancam with this... of ALL the “lightning” tweets??

- I love Rebecca with all my heart and I just know that she cannot and will not end up alone. She was in an abusive relationship for 12 years and I don’t believe for one second that the writers would not give her a romantic happy ending. She IS gonna find her lightning, this speech by Roy was not a throwaway moment. She’s been shown as longing for romance and partnership multiple times now. This woman won’t end up alone romantically, and if you think she should you understand neither the show not it’s character.

- Ted and Rebecca’s future partners simply have to be each other: can you imagine dating someone who said someone else was their soulmate? And this someone else saw them better than anyone else ? And this someone brought them homemade biscuits every day? And this someone looked exactly like their celebrity crush?

- Our beloved creator himself read this excellent thread and liked the winking gif😌

- thank you Anthony, thank you Han!

- the men Rebecca dated in S2 all add up to Ted: John is age appropriate and “not shy”, Luca is handsome, and Sam is kind. And they’re all nice to her. Who in the show is age appropriate, handsome, kind, not shy, and nice to her? Ted, Bingo el ringo!

- Finally, the Higginses, who Jeremy said are intentionally the model couple of the show, are paralleled to Tedbecca multiple times.

Ted: “You and the missus, y’all have been together a while yeah?”

Higgins: “28 years” (105)

Higgins, to Rebecca : “I’ve been married to her for 29 years” (205)

Higgins to Ted: “When you’re with the right person, even the hard times are easy” (105)

Higgins to Rebecca: “I suppose the best brand is just… being yourself” (205)

In 301, Rebecca mentioned Ted spitting water all over her face with Higgins right there.

Higgins, who met his wife after he spilt his beer all over himself. Enough said!

- I’ll let Brett have the last word:

Interviewer (around S1) : “I never thought that they could be together”

Brett: becomes this emoji😬

#ted lasso #ted x rebecca #I better not see anyone see tedbecca comes out of nowhere with how carefully written their story is

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Forbidden (Part 1)

A Doctor Strange Original Series

Pairing: Doctor!Strange x Fem!Reader

Synopsis: Y/n is 21 years old and is in her final year of philosophy school. She has the heart of a philosopher, is an extraordinary singer, a rebel heart and extremely pretty. She also happens to be Tony Stark's goddaughter and Stephen Strange knows it means she is the definition of forbidden fruit and as such deliciously irresistible.

Warnings: None. This one is basically an introduction.

Word Count: 4k

A/N: This first chapter is very introductory, we get to know the reader and her motivations and we also get to know the other characters that will be important for the development of the story. It's a slow burn, funny at times, silly sometimes, but don't worry smut is coming at some point in the next chapters. I hope the pov changes don't get confusing, they were necessary to make the story more dynamic. Also this is the song the reader is singing ;)

"This is going to be the biggest party of the year and it's going to be full of hotties. I love Mr. Stark"

You stared at Ned rolling your eyes and turning your attention back to MJ and Peter "I'm so glad you're here. I thought this vacation would never come. Tell me about your freshman year at college."

"Excellent" "Terrible" The three replied in unison.

MJ smirked confidently "Peter is complaining because he spends more time being Spider-Man than studying and Ned is the same thing, only he's not Spider-Man which makes it even worse."

"I'm Spider-Man's best friend. He needs me. What do you think is more important, saving people from crime or studying?"

MJ rolled her eyes and Peter sighed "I know I need to work harder. Mr. Stark is scolding me for my grades but it's hard to reconcile the two and Boston has a lot of crime."

You nodded understandingly "It's going to be all right Peter. I didn't do so well my first year either."

MJ sighed "How was the exams?"

"Well, I got full marks on pretty much all of them. I wanted Tony to be happy about it, but he didn't seem impressed." Peter frowned but said nothing.

"You're entering your senior year now, aren't you? You're so close to your graduation, I'm proud of you" MJ stated trying to cheer you up.

You nodded with a shrug "Apart from the part where I'm dying to study and still haven't gotten any response from NYU about the PhD program, I'm also proud of myself."

Ned was snooping through your CD rack and looking through your collection of Avengers Funkos. "They should make one of these for me, after all I'm..."

"...Spiderman's best friend" You replied impatiently "I don't think they make superhero best friend Funkos. Not even family ones."

"Surprising you don't have a Doctor Strange Funko" MJ said staring at you and analyzing your reaction. You blushed and looked away

"Technically Doctor Strange is not an Avenger, so..." Peter corrected.

"Uhum" was all MJ said.

You got up going to Ned and taking one of your cds out of his hand "No touching."

"And how's the band doing? Any chance you'll go on a world tour later this year?" She asked and you sighed "People don't like rock music like they used to. Nowadays radio only gives space to rappers and pop singers."

"So no chance of making a living as a rock star?"

You denied "I'm playing tonight at the party. Tony wants to sponsor me and I know it would be nice to have the Stark name attached to the band, but then it would only reinforce what people think of me. Besides, do I want that? It's one thing to be a small band playing in some nightclubs around town, it's another thing to make a career out of it."

MJ nodded. "It's more fun than being a college professor or a writer or whatever you do with a philosophy degree."

Peter shook his head "Screw them, you know you deserve everything you got. You got into college for having good grades and your band is great because you sing so well you're a great songwriter, if that's what you like I'm sure you'll be able to reconcile the two."

You smiled at him "Thank you Peter, but unfortunately the media loves to say otherwise. Don't get me wrong I love my godfather. Tony has taken care of me since my parents died and he is like a father to me but sometimes I wish I could stop living in the shadow of his greatness."

You heard someone knocking on the door. "Come in"

Pepper opened the door and poked her head in, "Oh sorry, I didn't mean to intrude, it's just that your friends from the band arrived for rehearsal. I invited them to coffee."

You nodded "I'm coming down Pep, thanks."

Peter and MJ got up "Well we'll leave you to your chores, see you at the party."

MJ smirked "Strange coming over tonight?"

You smiled openly "America said so"

Peter didn't seem to understand but MJ pushed him out of the room "You're so innocent sometimes."

...

You chose your outfit for the night with Stephen Strange in mind. You were used to seeing him in the Tower all the time and sometimes when you went to the Sanctum to talk to America, but it was always different when you two were together at a party. He rarely attend Tony's parties and you were surprised when America said he would, surprised and extremely happy. Everyone knew you had a crush on him, everyone but him apparently and Tony, thank god. You knew he was too old for you, he was around 45 and you had just turned 21, but what people thought should hold you back was exactly what attracted you to him. Besides, of course, everything else.

Stephen Strange was an extremely handsome man, he was tall, had those incredible cheekbones, those ocean eyes and that goatee. You just wanted him to look at you the way you looked at him, but it didn't help that you got along so well with all the teenagers you knew. You just couldn't act your age sometimes and maybe that's why he didn't see you as the woman you wanted to be for him.

You finished dressing and looked in the mirror. The black dress you wore covered little more than mid-thigh, the cleavage emphasized your full breasts, you wore fishnet stockings with very high heels and your hair fell loose in waves just a palm above your waist. The bare skin of your arms and chest was adorned with several tattoos, some still in progress.

You opted for a discreet makeup with just layers of mascara and a some lip gloss. A discreet piercing adorned your septum and another on the side of your lips.

"You can do this" You said trying to encourage yourself and finally walking down to the reception that had already started.

When you entered the ballroom you saw Nat, Yelena, Sharon Carter and Maria Hill talking at a table. The hall was still empty, people still arriving. Nat waved at you and you joined them.

"Wow loved the outfit" Yelena said sipping from the glass filled with a blue drink with a small umbrella. "I can't wait for your show"

You smiled and Nat pointed to Tony talking to two men at a table farther away "I probably shouldn't say this, but those are the hottest music producers in NY" You looked back and then back to Nat "I asked him not to do this."

"He's just trying to help you, you know he'll do anything for you" Nat stated and then explained to Maria and Sharon "Y/N has a wonderful band, we will be privileged to see them play tonight."

You grimaced, but your attention was totally stolen by the sorcerer who walked into the hall daring to wear an absurdly elegant three-piece Armani suit. America was right behind him, eyes bright with anticipation at being attending his first major social event since being dragged into your universe.

Strange wasn't exactly thrilled to be at another one of Tony Stark's parties, but after the last particularly difficult mission with the Avengers he couldn't turn down the invitation to celebrate the fact that everyone was alive. Besides, there was a certain grace in watching Stark's dangerously beautiful goddaughter. He knew nothing could come of that flirtation between you, damn he could barely tell if you were even flirting with him or if it was just your way of acting with everybody else, but the truth is he loved the few times you both were on same place.

The fact that you embraced America almost like a little sister and helped the teenager adapt to the NY of that universe only contributed to him being able to see you more often, sometimes in the Sanctum. But Stephen was aware that you were the definition of forbidden fruit. You were very young, a rebel heart, not to mention you were practically Tony Stark’s daughter.

Your smile faded a little when Strange looked at you, but headed towards the table in the opposite direction taking a seat next to Pepper and Tony. America spotted you and waved her hand for you to join them and you just forced a smile.

"I already said he's too old for you" Nat said smiling empathetically. You shrugged "Is that supposed to discourage me?"

Maria looked in Stephen's direction "I didn't know Strange had a daughter." You shook your head "He doesn't, America is his apprentice."

She glared at you and then he and then smirked "Really? You have a crush on him?"

You sighed and didn't respond. Sharon Carter who replied "I can see why. He's an interesting man." You glared at her and she raised both hands in surrender "Sorry"

Soon the hall was full of guests, the Avengers were gathered in small groups scattered around the hall and Thor was making everyone laugh with his jokes and booming laughter. The stage was set and the DJ’s song choices were actually good and you were on your fourth glass of champagne when Peter, MJ and Ned arrived apologizing for being late. Ned looked around like a kid in a candy store.

Yelena disagreed "It would be better without the goatee."

You groaned stopping the waiter and taking a glass of champagne from the tray "I don't know how I'm going to survive this night."

They waved at you and happily came your way. Nat groaned and Maria and Sharon stood up "That's our cue" Maria said and they walked away.

They approached and MJ sat next to you, but Peter saw Tony waving and ran out to greet his mentor and Ned followed close behind.

"Whats up?" MJ asked staring at you.

You smiled shyly "What's up?"

She stared at Nat and Yelena "She looks drunk, is she drunk already?" Nat just smiled, but didn't respond.

"With champagne? No. Love drunk, maybe?" Yelena replied making fun and you looked at her angry "It's not funny"

Nat denied "It's a bit funny actually, but don't worry, your doctor is heading our way and he doesn't seem to take his eyes off you, maybe there's some hope after all." You disguised it by looking in any direction but his.

"They were responsible for hits of bands like Imagine Dragons, U2 and the Stones as well. I heard someone will shine tonight." Stephen's baritone voice came right behind you making your skin crawl.

"Is it just me or are those..." MJ pointed to the table where the two music producers were accompanied by two women you didn't know "Tony is determined to make me a rock star, it seems."

MJ nodded "They produced some important songs, I just can't remember which ones."

"Hi" was all you managed to say.

He grins at you, a martini glass in his hand. You noticed when his eyes lingered a little longer than they should on the neckline of your dress.

"New ink?" He pointed to a blue bird tattooed on the center of your chest. You smirked "It's still healing. Did you like it?" He nodded. "It suits you. Perhaps you can enlighten me on the meaning." You shook your head "I don't want to bore you with my philosophy, Doctor."

He smirked "You couldn't bore me even if you tried"

MJ and Nat exchanged glances.

"Enjoying the party, doctor?" Natasha asked. He smirked. Stephen was the king of smirks and you would fall for him every time once again.

"As much as possible, there's a limit to how much I can handle Stark's social events, maybe I'm too old for these things."

You shook your head "I'm glad you came, adding to the restricted group of people who understand music"

He chuckled modestly "My knowledge isn't as extensive as it seems. I'm nostalgic I guess, I like good old stuff"

You bit your lip "If you stay a bit longer you'll see that the new generation might have some things to offer you."

Yelena choked on her drink and Nat and MJ held back their laughter. Stephen pretended not to notice the double meaning in your line "Maybe I will. I like to enjoy new things and America wouldn't forgive me if I didn't let her see your show"

You smiled broadly taking a sip of your champagne noticing his eyes they didn't deviate from you for even a second "Before I forget, congratulations on the last mission, doctor. The media can't stop praising you."

He sipped his martini. "It was a team effort. Romanoff was crucial, as always."

Nat shook her head "He's being modest, he and Stark were rock stars there."

You nodded unable to take your eyes off him "That's what I heard"

MJ groaned pointing to the table where America and Ned were talking laughing "Someone needs to save her." She said sighing. Stephen stared "She's going to be fine."

MJ shook her head "No, believe me, she won't" She ran towards America and Natasha took the opportunity to get up "Well, if you'll excuse me" Yelena looked at her without understanding and Natasha raised her incisive eyebrow " Yeah, I'll... take a look around" Yelena said making it all ridiculously obvious.

Stephen chuckled "Can I sit with you?"

"Sure" He sat down next to you "Ready for your final year of college?"

You frowned "I know it's going to be tiring, difficult, but I can't complain, I really like it."

He nodded "Good. Have you started your dissertation yet?" You sighed "I'm stuck on page eighteen, and I can't decide which way to go."

He shook his head "Yeah, I remember what it was like" You raised an eyebrow resting your face on your hand "Really? It must have been ages ago!" "I have a good memory." He moved his fingers in a complicated gesture and his glass filled again with his martini. You smiled. You loved to see him doing magic.

He stared at Tony talking to Pepper and Peter "Stark is proud of you, that's all he talks about." You nodded lowering your head "No he's not. He wanted me to go to medical school, maybe doing mechanical engineering, law, anything but philosophy."

Stephen frowned "Why do you say that?"

"Because I know what he thinks. He thinks I do philosophy because I don't know what I want to do with my life, which would be true if it weren't for the fact that I love my course. Really. I don't understand why not can be seen as something important and worthy. People need to think, they need to understand where we came from and where we are going and why we do things or want what we want..."

He heard you smiling that beautiful smile of his and you stopped “Anyway…”

He took a long sip of his drink "Stark loves you, he only wants what's best for you. If you're going to major in philosophy and have a rock band? He's in. He didn't bring those guys here because he thinks you don't know what you want. He brought them in because he wants you to succeed in whatever you decide to do with your life."

Dammit, why did he have to be so perfect all the time? So sure of everything.

"What about you, doctor? How are things in the multiverse?" He smirked "The multiverse is fine and America is doing great at Kamar Taj. She seems to have settled in well at school. I thank you for that" You nodded "She is a good kid" You frowned "I have a thing for teenagers, you know."

"Sometimes I need to remind myself that until recently you were one too"

You frowned at your glass "Is that how you see me? The same way you see America?"

He looked around as if making sure no one was paying attention to you, "No, that's not what I meant. Quite the opposite, actually."

You drank the last of the champagne and placed the glass on the table, covering it with your hand as Stephen moved his fingers to refill it. "I need to be sober if I'm going to make a good impression on those guys tonight." He nodded "Good decision" You sighed pretending not to see your bandmates arriving at the party.

"So..." He waited and you shook your head "How do you see me then?"

He thought for a moment "Like someone who knows very well what she wants and who spares no effort to get it. Someone who seems dangerously more mature than she really is and likes to play with fire without thinking about the consequences. Adorable, but rebellious and extremely pretty."

You blinked a few times trying to process what he said. You were about to reply when your friend Mike approached "Hey, y/n we need to work out some things with the sound technician"

Stephen stood up "Well I won't slow you down. Have a good show."

"Hmm sorry, you're Doctor Strange right? I'm Mike, I work with y/n in the band. I'm a big fan of yours" Stephen smiles sympathetically shaking Mike's hand "It's nice to meet you Mike. I'm looking forward to your show" Mike grins "Really? This is so cool..."

"Mike the doctor has more to do." You said feeling embarrassed by your friend. Stephen took the opportunity to run away and you were staring at his back thinking that anything you could have said could be a regret later. "Well, let's go"

It didn't matter how many times you had taken the stage at the nightclub shows, you always felt anxious when you did. However that night was different, you felt almost nauseous as if your life was on a scale, your dreams and expectations in a showcase for all to see. It didn't feel good.

Stephen couldn't take his eyes off you on that stage. He swore you'd never been more beautiful and quite the opposite of what you implied he didn't see you the way he saw America. America was like a daughter to him, you were something else, you were like a breath of fresh air, the malice that dangled from the corner of his lips as he nodded to a proud Stark trying to disguise the fact that you captivated him in inappropriate ways . Your music was just like you, loud, messy, rebellious, but in a good way, it exuded revolt and youth and he might as well drink from that youth like a vampire sucking it from you, tasting it at your fingertips or even better at your tongue.

"I think there's a little drool here," Romanoff said in his ear loud enough for him to hear over the whirlwind of electric guitars and drums.

He glared at Stark, assuring himself that he hadn't heard what the widow had said and just smiled.

MJ couldn't have been more proud of her friend and judging by the wide-eyed producers seated just a few tables away were at least impressed. But they weren't the only ones. Stark looked at y/n like a proud father and Doctor Strange looked proud too, but his look wasn't brotherly, on the contrary. MJ wondered how long that flirtation between the two of you would last before something really happens. It was kinda gross but she respected y/n's choices on men.

"She's so beautiful" America said to a delighted Ned and Peter and MJ pretended to cover her ears as y/n swore some curses dominating the stage like a goddess.

Tony was looking at you with a wide smile on his lips. He learned to play the piano from his mother, he was never good at it, but he kept playing because it kept him close to her and especially after she died. You both had that in common, you both tragically lost your parents and he swore to himself that you would never feel like he did. Alone and helpless. He made you a home and you were only 10 years old when you moved in with him and you loved each other before and loved each other even more now. Together from tragedy, as you said.

You've always had a thing for drama, and it wasn't surprising that you wanted to study philosophy, let alone that you were so good with words. He taught you to play the piano, but you went way beyond that, you were an artist. Your music was an escape from your problems, it was where you put your insecurities and uncertainties and fears and he would thank heaven if he believed in god that you found a healthy way to do that. You never had his self-destructive tendencies, although you seemed rebellious, you never committed a reckless act. You turned everything into beauty and if through that beauty you were able to help other people he wanted to be there to support you, to give you the necessary space to shine.

"I'd like to dedicate the next song to my parents and my godfather Tony Stark." You said sitting by the grand piano and running your hand over your sweaty forehead, your hands were shaking a little as your fingers slid along the keys playing with the intro of the song as you tried to calm down "We've been through a lot but we always found our place next to each other. I love you, Tony.

Natasha had heard that song many times when you sang it alone on the piano on rainy days in the main hall of Avengers Tower, but it took on a whole new life with the whole band. It was no less sad, but it was less of a lament and more of a battle cry. As someone who had been through a lot at a very young age, Nat understood you. Maybe that's why you were so close. Nat knew that pain and grief do that to people.

"As much as I'd like the past not to exist It still does. And as much as I'd like to feel like I belong here, I'm just as scared as you"

Pepper squeezed Tony's arm, resting her chin on his shoulder. She knew that you shared an irreparable loss and that only you understood what it was like. He always got emotional when he heard you singing that song and this time it was no exception, his eyes were full of tears.

When your pocket show ended you were cheered by the crowd, Thor's screams towering above the rest like a proud big brother. You adored him, he always made you laugh.

The hall emptied little by little until all the guests had left, Tony was talking to the two producers who left looking satisfied. Some Avengers were sprawled on the sofas furthest from the hall, others had already left. Thor and Sam were vying for the most drunk spot and Sharon and Steve were sitting hugging each other, his arm around her shoulders. Maria, Yelena and Kate Bishop were laughing at some fun Clint had made, Nat and Bruce were talking at the bar and Peter and MJ seemed to be having a romantic moment while Ned marveled at the things America was telling him about the multiverse.

Stephen was on his way to tell America they had to go home when you came back to the lounge after having escorted your band mates out. You were barefoot, your hair clumsily tied in a bun, the mask melting slightly at the corners of your eyes. He could think of only one word: beautiful. You looked human again after having ascended as some kind of goddess demanding worship. Or maybe come back to the surface after having lured him like a siren willing to take him with you to the depths.

"You were amazing" Tony said hugging you. "I'm proud of you" You hugged him happily and cast a look at Stephen coming towards you.

"Still here, doctor? Isn't it past time for old men to be sleeping?" He smirked. He knew very well that your jokes about his age were much more of an affirmation of how attracted you were to it than actually a tease. He liked to play your game.

"No, but it's definitely past time for little girls to be out of bed." You bit your bottom lip deliberately, "I can't sleep without a goodnight kiss."

He opened his mouth to reply when America came running towards you, wrapping her arms around you, "You're a star, like Dua Lipa or something." You frowned ready to correct it when Stephen shook his head no "Just take the compliment" You chuckled "It's something like that"

Stephen grinned "You were amazing, I really liked what I heard."

You smiled from ear to ear "Really? Please doctor tell me about it" He chuckled "Maybe some other time, now I need to get America home."

"I thought it was amazing" America replied giving him an angry look "you have so much stage presence, one thing I like about this universe is that people..."

You weren't paying attention to a single word she was saying, your eyes were all on Stephen who was looking at you smiling watching the scene.

"You're absolutely right" was all you replied.

"Alright, lets go home. Its very late, America, tomorrow you go back to Kamar Taj with Wong, remember?" She groaned "They could at least let me rest for the weekend." You sighed watching as he opened a portal to the Sanctum.

"Hey Strange, you are leaving?" shouted Thor resoundingly from across the room. He nodded waving goodbye. "Good night doc" Tony called from the table where he was talking to Pepper and Rhodes.

America waved goodbye and walked through the portal up the Sanctum stairs and out of sight.

"Well, see you around" You said trying to hide your disappointment to see him leave. He approached you and you could smell his perfume mixed with alcohol. He kissed your cheek lightly, but enough to make your entire face heat up at the touch of his goatee on your skin.

"Now you can sleep" He said smirking.

You nodded smiling trying to control yourself not to look too interested "Good night, Stephen"

"Good night, sweetheart"

He passed through the portal which closed immediately leaving only golden sparks behind. You sighed looking for the closest chair you could sit in before your legs gave out. He called you sweetheart. He had never called you that before, or any other way than your name. You smile putting both hands on your face "I'm so fucked!"

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poorlittleyaoyao · 8 months

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I think part of the threatening to summon lwj with jin king thing is partly like. wwx is HORRIBLE at reading people. like he’s charming. he draws people in. he’s extremely clever and brilliant. but I, personally, think he’s an idiot when it comes to reading people!

almost every wangxian interpretation I’ve ever seen has some iteration of ‘wwx can read lwj while lwj seems expressionless’ and I am always FLOORED how people got that from any of the media. the person who can read lwj is his brother! not wei at the time of my death the man who hated me and my demonic cultivation most was non other than hanguang jun wuxian. not wei lan zhan has a crush on mianmiam wuxian. not wei I couldn’t admit to myself I wanted to sleep with lwj until after I died and got resurrected and we’re all being held hostage wuxian.

fic writers out here are like ‘wwx understands lwj best!’ meanwhile xichen is over here on his fourth cup of ‘insert number of days’ since lwj has been irrational about the cultivation world’s number 1 criminal now that wen ruohan is dead’ coffee like

Am I a fucking joke to you

ANON YOU ARE CORRECT ON ALL POINTS IMO. The very first thing that made me go "ohhhh, I don't think I like this" reading the novel was when LWJ showed up and WWX was genuinely convinced that LWJ despised him and was going to kill him. Like. What? I totally get not realizing the depth or nature of his feelings! But no discernible emotional attachment on WWX's part? They're not even friends? This makes LWJ forcibly dragging WWX back to Cloud Recesses extremely sketchy. What am I even doing here?

And the thing is, I could see WWX's obliviousness being used effectively! LWJ is the one who invited him to Jinlintai for Jin Ling's ceremony, after all; from what I can tell, it's entirely reasonable for WWX in the novel to think LWJ lured him deliberately into the Qiongqi Pass ambush. WWX could've approached LWJ with a mixture of distrust and hostility on the grounds that LWJ tried to kill him in his past life (deceitfully via a gesture of friendship, no less!), and been utterly bewildered by LWJ's behavior towards him for that reason. His feelings for LWJ then change and grow because he's learning more about what the hell happened with the political plot.

Instead, we just get Wei Wuxian, The Jianghu's Most Tediously Oblivious Man, and his aloof love interest who exclusively shows affection while he is drunk or while WWX is incapacitated/unconscious/whatever and won't remember, and both of them replace Gay Chicken with communication.

I can see "WWX can read LWJ like a book" for the drama specifically. Wang Yibo does an excellent job of conveying interiority so something different is always going on underneath LWJ's stoic expressions. The "you must like Mianmian!" stuff in CQL always read to me as WWX teasing LWJ knowing full well there was no truth to it (though still not getting who LWJ did have a crush on). And since the two of them are good friends in that canon (with WWX's protestations that they are TOTALLY not friends, LWJ is so BORING!! coming off as tsundere behavior rather than his honest assessment of the situation), of course they'd understand each other!

BUT EVEN THEN. EVEN THEN! LXC can read him best. LXC can read him even when LWJ demonstrates his own tsundere behavior. LXC knows his didi better than anyone else and does everything he can for LWJ's happiness and safety, and in exchange he gets kicked to the curb at the lowest point in his life. Maybe the insistence that WWX is the only person who can understand him is so ppl don't have to think about that last part too much.

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Hi! I didnt know if you prefer ghost or rider, I like both tho but whichever makes you more happy uwu

And as a fan of the lost boys, beetlejuice(movie ver.), bill and ted excellent adventure(+ bogus journey, face the music)

Personally i would love to do my own writing some day but I kinda wanna see how another writer does it, I dont mind! But Request for (maybe poly) bill and ted x (idk if you write for female reader, its okay if not! GN reader is okay too) reader who is a time traveller themselves and goes to 1986 to see bill and ted?

lmao like they met their future wife/husband THAT LITERALLY CAME FROM THE FUTURE

Poly Bill and Ted x female time traveler reader

Hello!! I prefer either of those names but thank you so much for being considerate, either or is fine <3 Yes, I do write for female readers as well, and that’s exactly what I will do for this fic. I think it’s super cool that you want to use my writing as an example of your work, that’s super influential to me!!! I tried my best with this fic and I really hope that you enjoy, best of wishes to you and your work!<3 -Ghost

“Ted, my dear friend, I think she’s dead.” That was the first thing you heard him say. It was super bright for some reason.

“Well, is she breathing?” The other one asked, for some reason, you recognized the voice.

“I don’t know Ted.” Wait a minute, Ted was here? Finally you open your eyes to see two blurry figures looking down at you.

“She’s opening her eyes.” You hazily sit up and look at them. Your lovers, except younger. It was them, you knew it had to be. They looked and sounded, even talked like them.

“Bill? Ted? What’s going on.” The two boys looked at each other and then back to you.

“You know our names?” The taller one asked. Okay, hold on, what had happened before you got here, try and remember. Oh! That’s it! Some random guy approached you and started talking about how you needed to go back in time and make sure that you met your husbands as a teenager. That’s what happened. So, what to do now?

“I-, my cousin, yeah my cousin knows you two. I think you go to high school together.”

“Ohhh, that makes sense.” The one with curly blonde hair, Bill, reached his hand out to you, helping you up.

“I’ve never seen you around before?” Quick to make up a lie, you responded.

“I’m a distant relative visiting, I don’t live around here. Anyways, my cousin has showed me yearbooks, I think I saw you two in it.”

“Most excellent, who’s your cousin?” Ted was very interested in finding out who you were, makes sense though. You did just wake up in front of them and state that you recognized them, kind of creepy.

“Her name is Y/N” The boys looked at each other and you could see the lightbulb in their heads go off.

“Yeah, we know Y/N!”

“She is a most excellent babe.”

“Are you two friends with her?” You ask, wondering if they had already knew you at this point.

“I think she’s in our history class. She offers tutoring to us sometimes, our history teacher is most heinous.”

You knew exactly what they were talking about, you had offered to help them pass multiple times, you were crushing on the boys at the time.

“You guys should hang out more, she seems to think you guys are super cool.”

The blonde looked at his taller boyfriend, “she does? Excellent!” They both air guitar at each other, an action that you would eventually learn to love seeing them do.

“Don’t tell Y/N that I ran into you two, she’ll kill me.”

The two nodded in sync.

You said goodbye to the two and parted ways, you sat down and looked at your wedding ring, knowing you had done what you needed to do, a voice comes from behind you. The guy from earlier.

“You ready to go back?”

“Totally.”

When you open your eyes again, you’re in your room, in your bed, with your boys. You smile to yourself and think back to the encounter. Ted leans further onto your shoulder lightly snoring, Bill looks up at you.

“Go back to sleep, it’s too early-“

You laugh, quietly as to not wake Ted up.

“Alright, alright. Scoot over.”

Meanwhile back in 1986*

“So, she looked a lot like Y/N.” Ted looked down at Bill.

“Maybe she was from the future, she sounded like her too. Maybe she’s our future wife.”

“That’s the smartest thing you’ve said today, Ted. She was definitely our future wife.”

The two smiled at each other and made their way to their current times Y/N, content with knowing that they’d still be together after everything.

-Ghost

#fanfic #fanfiction #bill and ted’s excellent adventure fanfic #bill and ted’s excellent adventure #bill and ted x reader #bill s preston esquire #ted theodore logan #bill and ted #bill and ted imagine

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Intergenerational Trauma Challenge - 180 Degree Longitude Passes Through Us

It’s winter and I’m huddled up in my house hiding from the cold weather, so obviously this is the perfect time to tackle another entry on the intergenerational family trauma challenge list. This week I finally watched 180 Degree Longitude Passes Through Us, a Thai drama about Wang, a young man just coming of age who is desperately seeking answers about his father’s death; Sasiwimol, Wang’s very complicated mother who does not want to dig up the past; Inthawut, his father’s best friend who has been hiding from it for years; and Siam, the black hole at the center of this story.

Before I dig into the trauma themes, let me just say that this show is excellent, if not for everyone. It has a very intentional style that makes it feel like a stage play—the writer is a playwright—and it’s basically eight episodes of very intense conversations. It’s not a romance and there’s an intellectualism in the writing that I found kept me at an emotional remove from the characters even as I marveled at how well crafted the dialogue is. And the dialogue is very important, which is why the translation of this drama is much stronger than we typically get from Thai productions—the words matter. It’s also loaded with visual metaphors and is all around beautiful to look at, and the three main performers are fantastic. I highly recommend it to anyone who likes theater, stories about complicated families, or beautiful and talented actors showing their work. And more than anything else, this show does incredibly strong thematic work and its messaging is on point: this is a story about how noble idiocy ruins lives.

So, with that said, onto the trauma! Spoilers ahead, and I am assuming anyone reading past this point has watched the show. Some themes you’ll see in this one: taboo, denial of queer identity, homophobia, filial piety, and lots of emotional manipulation. Shoutout to @bengiyo and @twig-tea for reading this to make sure I didn’t miss anything in this complex story.

There are two main sources of intergenerational trauma radiating down toward Wang: the absence of his father, Siam, and his intense relationship with his mercurial mother, Sasiwimol. The story is structured around Wang’s determination to seek answers about Siam—both who he was and how he died. He has grown up knowing a certain story: that his parents met and fell in love in college but divorced when he was young, that his father loved him very much despite not staying with his mother, and that his father was an alcoholic who died in a drunk driving accident. Shortly after his father’s death, his mom put him in boarding school so she could focus on her career and became a weekend parent to him—as she was not around to structure his day to day life, their relationship became more about her taking him on fun adventures and spoiling him when she had time off, treating each other as best friends instead of like a mother and son, and never talking about Siam. He has always suspected there was more to the story of his parents that he was not being told, and as he has grown up, come into his own queerness, and picked up on his mother’s casual homophobia and obsessive devotion to compulsory heteronormativity, his suspicions about the secret his mom was holding became sharper.

Enter Inthawut. Inthawut was Siam’s best friend, and with nothing to go on but a set of old pictures, Wang has an instinctual certainty that he is the key to the secret he’s seeking. And thus he engineers a way for he and his mom to “coincidentally” stumble onto Inthawut’s property and get invited to stay a few days in his isolated home, at which point Wang begins his campaign to figure out what the hell happened between Siam, Sasiwimol, and Inthawut at any cost.

One of the things I find most interesting about this story is how much the plot hinges on Wang going against Asian cultural norms in his pursuit of the truth. He is not respectful to his elders. He does not maintain filial piety and deference to his mother. He refuses to restrain his emotions. Instead, he is pushy and relentless and emotionally manipulative (all tricks we can plainly see he learned from Sasiwimol) and Inthawut doesn’t stand a chance against him. And so, because Wang explicitly acts against these cultural values, the truth comes out and the trauma is no longer suppressed.

And in the end, it’s a simple, if desperately sad story: Siam and Inthawut were in love, but Inthawut was battling internalized homophobia and deep-seeded fear and so he relentlessly pushed Siam away and toward dating and then marrying their friend Sasiwimol. And when Siam, miserable in this heterosexual relationship he never actually wanted, finally snapped and confessed his true feelings, Inthawut rejected him and ran away to study abroad. Inthawut was running due to his own fear, but he also had noble notions of somehow protecting Siam from his own queerness and told himself that if he was gone, Siam would accept his heterosexual life. Of course, that did not happen, and in the fallout of this rejection Siam sank further into alcoholism and died soon after. Inthawut’s reaction was the exact worst fear of all gay people who work up the courage to confess to a friend they have developed feelings for: outright rejection, abandonment, and destruction of the relationship. And in his mind, he did this to Siam “for his own good,” a fairly textbook execution of the noble idiocy trope. In the aftermath, we see how Inthawut has isolated himself, part in penance, part in self-protection, and intellectualized his way to a romantic construction of his own cowardice that he tries to convince Wang is righteous.

But Wang is deeply affected by how the denial of his father’s queerness ruined his life and is absolutely not having any of Inthawut’s self-denying bullshit, and this is where things get messy, as both Wang and Inthuwat seem to start seeing Wang and Siam as interchangeable and they develop an emotional entanglement that is deeply unhealthy, to say the least. Wang wants to understand Siam so badly that he starts to be him, and Inthuwat is so desperate to address his regret and shame that he starts to see Wang as Siam, as well. Wang also uses this attachment as a way to shock his mother and forcefully bring her real feelings about Siam and Inthawut to the surface. Despite Wang’s many loud protestations to the contrary, I don’t believe that he and Inthawut actually love each other. They are using each other to work out their trauma about Siam.

And they’re not the only ones! Sasiwimol seems to have her own psychological confusion about Wang as he relates to Siam, and their dynamic is very strange as a result. She refers to Wang as dua-eeng (and has taught him to do the same with her rather than calling her “mom”), a Thai endearment that literally means “self” but is often used between lovers. They have a very physically affectionate relationship that often had me grimacing in discomfort, and she clearly sees Wang as both a source of pain—because he is so like Siam—and her one source of comfort and happiness. She is a successful woman by any standard, but she’s also desperately lonely, hanging on tight to Wang as her only companion in a way that often veers into overbearing, and deeply wounded by her past with Siam and Inthawut. It was through her own friendship with Inthawut that she pursued Siam in the first place, and she clearly feels betrayed not only by Siam, but by Inthawut, both for getting in the way of her relationship with Siam and for leaving them. Her feelings about both men are complex and the story never fully spells them out, in part because Sasiwimol never does. Determinedly not thinking about what happened between them is a big part of how she copes, along with sublimating her suspicions into homophobia, which she perpetuates quite intentionally in her work via production of heterosexual romance propaganda.

Wang clearly loves his mother even as he is frustrated by her prejudices, her desire to control him, and her tendency toward emotional manipulation. He is a perceptive kid and he has studied her closely; he understands her very well and can often predict exactly how she’ll react to a situation. Which is why his decision to announce baldly to her face that he is in love with Inthawut—not only coming out as gay but declaring his intention to move out of her home and in with a man 20+ years his senior who is deeply entangled with her own trauma—felt very intentional to me. He knew what kind of reaction that would get from her, and he wanted it. And sure enough, Sasiwimol crumbles at this repetition of her trauma and the perceived disloyalty of Wang choosing Inthawut over her just as his father did. The rest of the emotion she’d been holding back comes pouring out, resulting in the three of them finally airing out everything that lies between them and everything they are feeling about the Siam-shaped hole in their lives. And once she breaks down, Wang is able to forgive her for the grievance she’s caused him and ultimately decides to remain filial and continue living with her, because he does not actually want to punish his mother for what happened to his father.

So, in the end, where did the story leave us with all this trauma? I can’t really say that any of these characters have healed, but I do think Wang kick-started that process, at least for himself. He got what he needed most out of this little scheme: deeper understanding of who his father was and why his life took such a drastic turn. He remains caught in the dysfunctional dynamic with his mother, and I’m not sure he’ll ever fully break out of it, but at least there is more honesty between them now about what they’re dancing around. She now knows he is gay and she has to accept it to keep him with her, and given that he has backed off from asking her to accept something much scarier than that, I do think she will find a way to make her peace with it. Inthawut is the character who seems to have progressed the least, standing firmly in his stasis and remaining determinedly alone with his pain, though the show leaves us with a note of ambiguity that suggests he may someday find the courage to move on.

The messages of this work are clear. Internalized homophobia and denial of your own queerness are poison for your soul. Rejecting a loved one “for their own good” is an act of cowardice and selfishness, not an act of love. Hiding from and sublimating your trauma will never allow you to heal. Refusing to process your pain will only lead to you pushing it down on the next generation. Ultimately, this story told us that bravely looking ourselves and our trauma in the face and confronting our truths head on is the only way to begin to heal, and that running from them only leads to ruin.

#180 degree longitude passes through us #thai drama #intergenerational trauma challenge #shan shouts into the void

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formulinos · 3 months

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hello everybody, happy new year!

i finally got some time to breathe today and i’m in the mood for writing so here we go with some new year reflections. overall, last semester was really a time to acclimate myself to big life changes. i didn’t expect that moving back after two years away was going to be so challenging but it is! my friends are different, my parents are older and their ages are showing and i’m living in a new neighbourhood in the condition of Graduate. looking a job has been a frustrating experience after studying so hard all my life, but eh, perks of late stage capitalism.

anyway, everything took quite a toll on me and largely, i took these months to come to terms with being an adult, if that makes sense. i feel prepared, mostly, after all studying abroad and living on my own really helped to all around become a mature person and now after graduating it feels like the adult status is locked. you would expect this would have happened before for someone who is 27 but you know, i lived and breathed my academic life and a lot of personal development was lacking for quite sometime before finally realising it was time to grow.

but that’s not important!

the point is that during that time i obviously kept mulling my writing ideas, including the piece i’m working since fucking 2021 or so, but i could never keep my rhythm due to something always fucking happening. i even gave myself back in november when it was clear nanowrimo was a flop a deadline: come 2024, i’ll start working on it. cue to december 2023 and half my cousins and an aunt miraculously showing up here at home to spend a whole month with us. amazing.

they left yesterday and i feel like sufficient time has passed for me to be able to work again with my writing, generally. the goal for this year is to get back in the groove, so yes: the piece is going to come out. i know i say that all the time, but it’s only because i mean it and i have never given up on it. which also brings me to point two: i think i’m good at this writing thing. i’m not excellent, there are far better people than me at formula 1 writing, but i do think i bring something to the table occasionally. so another goal of mine is to move away from tumblr as a place to publish them and possibly dedicate a whole ass website only to the hyperfixation corner once i’m done with the piece.

i don’t intend on changing the tune or become hyper serious. i mean, my writing did become more serious as i grew as a writer BUT if i took myself too seriously i feel like it would lose the charm. but at the same time, i feel like this is a natural step and some good things can happen to me if i start to devote some time to think it through beyond the tumblr ecosystem.

but this can also go to hell tomorrow if i trip on a rock or something! we’re only 22 days into the year so, a lot of musing over nothing.

let’s just do our best, have fun and be ourselves.

see you again soon!

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luigisblueoveralls · 11 months

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Hi, Rylee! First of I want you to know that you are one of my favorite writers on here. It's so hard finding Luigi fanfiction anywhere and your stories are the best and I read them nonstop. I know you said you have a bunch of requests you're currently working with, but I had to tell this idea to someone. What do you think of a story idea where the brothers are invited to their high school reunion, and Luigi is hesitant to go because he wasn't as popular as Mario and along the lines of that. But the reader encourages him to go giving him encouraging words and being his girlfriend/fiance(doesn't matter) she's his +1, and basically stunts on the whole high school reunion being a power couple. (I personally believe Luigi deserves that spotlight, he's such a cutie and deserves the world)

This idea has been living in my head for about a month, but I honestly feel like you can bring it to life better.

Keep doing what you're doing💕

First off, thank you thank you so much for the kind words!! Seriously makes me so happy that you read my works and enjoy them so much thank you so much!! And I love this ideaa!! Thank you so much for requesting!

The Golden Reunion

Luigi x Fem! Reader

Summary: After Luigi and Mario are invited to their high-school reunion, Luigi is hesitant to go but you, his fiance, go with him as his plus one and make sure he has fun and is comfortable.

Notes: Brief mentions of past bullying and depression and slight panic attack but that's it. This takes place this year so Mario and Luigi would be in the class of 2012. Hope you enjoy!

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"Dear Luigi,

You are invited to the Class of 2012 Brooklyn High School reunion! Dinner is at five pm at the cafeteria and the party starts at six pm in the school gym if you don't want to attend both. We hope to see you there! Plus ones are welcomed!

Sincerely,

Don, Class of 2012 President."

You red the letter to Luigi and watched as his face shrank into panic and fear. All of the high school memories were flooding back to him and Luigi hated it. Luigi started to grip his knees and start breathing heavy.

"Hey, hey, Lui. It's okay, I am right here." You reassure him, holding him.

"I'm okay, I'm okay, I promise." Luigi told you, breathlessly.

You placed a soft kiss on his temple and held his hand. Luigi never really had very triggering panic attacks before or had anything that set him off, but the one thing that did was his high school years. You and Luigi got together in y'alls sophomore year of high school, but before that you were close friends with him and his older brother Mario. Throughout high school, Luigi was often tormented and bullied relentlessly. He was the 'nerd' of the class even though all that meant was he cared about his studies and wanted to excel in case he went to college. Mario was the popular kid and was in basketball and was a popular jock. Even though Mario defended Luigi from the bullies, he wasn't always there due to the sports he was in. You were there for Luigi but the bullies were too much for Luigi and it caused Luigi to spiral into a deep depression to were he was hurting himself and even had suicidal thoughts. Luckily you noticed, told Mario, and got Luigi the help he needed. Mario quit sports to be with his brother more and the bullies thankfully stopped during y'alls senior year. And even though it has been years since it all happened, it still makes Luigi anxious at the thought of even the school.

"It says plus ones are welcomed. I can go with you." You suggest.

"I-I don't know, (Y/N)." Luigi muttered.

"Well is Mario going?" You ask.

"More than likely."

"Hmm." You hummed in response.

Luigi was calming down, but you could tell he was unsure. Suddenly, Luigi's phone started ringing, and it was Mario. You walked off to give Luigi some privacy as you started to think back on y'alls high school years. Don, Isiah, and Shawn. Those bastards. Those are the three that made Luigi's high school hell. Just thinking about their faces angered you into oblivion. You then heard Luigi get off the phone with Mario, which washed the anger away.

"Honey?" Luigi calls you.

You arrived back into the living room from the hallway and approached Luigi. It was the end of the day, and Luigi was already in a white t shirt with green and white striped lounge shorts with white socks. You sat sideways on his lap as you ran your fingers through his brown, short hair.

"You need a shower." You comment, making Luigi chuckle.

"Mario is going. And he is bringing Peach." Luigi told you.

"Okay. So what does that mean?" You ask, leaning close into Luigi.

Luigi held you close as he leaned back onto the couch. Both of you were in comfortable silence with each other until Luigi finally spoke up.

"I want you to go with me."

"You do? You want me to come to your high school reunion?" You ask, looking at Luigi.

Luigi held your cheeks, gazing at your beauty.

"Yes. I do."

You smiled at your fiance, happy that he wanted you to come.

"Well, you bet your ass that I will go with you." You said, placing a peck on Luigi's lips.

"Oh boy, there it is." Mario announces as you both pulled into the parking lot of the high school.

You immediately held Luigi's hand as you could see his face change.

"I'm right here." You whisper to him.

"I know."

Luigi squeezed your hand in comfort, and he let go, knowing you wouldn't let anything bad happen to him. The four of y'all stepped out of the van and gazed at the high school. Of course, Peach was asking a million questions about y'alls school and what it was like and such since she had never experienced that sort of thing before. You couldn't help but feel that she was lucky she didn't have to experience the bullshit that y'all went through years ago. You all agreed to skip the dinner and just eat somewhere else afterward. The less time y'all are there, the less likely that Luigi is to get uncomfortable and panicky. You held Luigi's hand tightly as you all entered the school and found y'alls way to the school gym, where the party was being held at.

"God I don't miss this place." You mumble, looking through the hallways, seeing all of the old lockers, framed pictures and such on the walls.

"Hey, hey now. There's one good thing that came from all this." Mario announces, staring at his little brother.

'Y-Yeah. Yeah, you're right." Luigi agrees, gazing at you with a pink hue on his face.

"Met the love of me life." You joked with Luigi, tickling his sides, making Mario and Peach laugh.

The four of you eventually found the school gym and entered inside, only to be greeted by loud music, spinning lights, and loud uproar and chatter. You could feel Luigi clench your hand out of anxiety. You squeezed back to let him know, again, that you were there for him. Mario and Peach had walked off to Mario's old football team.

"Let's go get something to drink." You suggest.

Luigi nodded in response as you both made your way to the where the snack and drink table was at. You immediately got some fruit punch for your fiance, and he gulped it down. Luigi was about to get some more when someone approached y'all.

"Luigi?! Is that you?!"

Dan. Fucking Dan.

"Y-Yeah. That's me!" Luigi answered, trying to be optimistic.

Dan then turned to you and then back to Luigi.

"And you're still with (Y/N) after all of these years, aye?" Dan asked Luigi.

Luigi awkwardly chuckled while your blood boiled. It was a condescending, backhanded comment and you hated it. You hated him. But you knew exactly what to do. You wrapped your arm around Luigi and held him close, looking right into Dan.

"Yep! We are engaged and our wedding is in a couple of months over in Ireland. We love each other very much and Luigi is a great husband." You confidently and sassily told Dan.

Half of that was a lie. You both haven't even planned where y'all had planned to go for y'alls honeymoon but it was what you pulled out of your ass in that moment.

"Ah well congratulations to you both. Seems like you have grown up, Luigi." Dan condescendingly said.

Luigi's words were caught up in his throat but luckily you knew exactly what to say.

"Luigi never had to grow up." You snared your eyes at Dan as you say that, "He has always been the kind, sweet and funny man he was ever since we got together years ago. You should get to know him sometime without picking on him. Maybe you'll actually realize he is better than most of the peers that are here tonight."

You could feel Luigi's eyes on you, but you didn't care. You would stand up for your man in any given moment. Dan nodded in response and you could tell he was annoyed but his words were also caught in his throat too.

"Well, enjoy the night you two." Dan says with a forced smile and walks away.

Luigi immediately wrapped his whole entire body around you, bringing you into a big bear hug. You hugged back, of course.

"Thank you. Just, thank you, (Y/N)." Luigi thanked you as he held you tighter.

"Of course, Lui. I will always be there for you. I love you." You said as you sneaked him a kiss on his cheek.

"Come, let's find Mario and Peach." You suggest and Luigi nods in agreement.

The two of you eventually found Mario and Peach and stuck with them for the rest of the night. Oddly enough, a lot of y'alls classmates were coming up and saying hi to Luigi and starting up conversation with him. You weren't sure if it was cause you stood up to Dan or what but Luigi was happy, and if he is happy then you are happy. You showed Luigi off to anyone that asked of you both and it made Luigi be on cloud nine. He has never been shown off or even been praised like this before in his life so while he was shocked about it, he enjoyed it. A dance circle had formed on the dance floor and you and Luigi busted some moves together, causing the crowd to go wild. You both were known as the 'Boogie Couple' for the rest of the night. It was nearing midnight when the reunion was coming to a close and the four of y'all were back in the van, on the way back to Mario and Peach's place first. Mario and Peach were asleep in the back seat together while Luigi was driving and you were wide awake in the passenger seat.

"You know," Luigi started, turning your attention to him, "Colorado would be really nice to go and see for our honeymoon."

You smiled in response, thinking back to the comment you made earlier in the night.

"Thank you for tonight. It really did make me feel better about myself. And I think I will be able to cope with it better from now on." Luigi told you.

You felt relieved as Luigi told you this.

"I'm glad it did, Lui. I love you."

Luigi grabbed your hand and left a tender, soft kiss on your hand.

"I love you too, (Y/N)."

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I hope you enjoyed it!! I'm sorry if it's too short but I hope you enjoy it regardless! Thank you for your patience!

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