#he shouldn't have been able to crash in 2016

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Very long Doctor Strange ramblings below the cut. You have been warned. If you read all of it, feel free to give me your opinion, I am way too invested in this help

In She-Hulk, we see that Wong worked as a librarian at Kamar-Taj for 11 years. In the beginning of Doctor Strange, the first few scenes show Kaecilius and his Zealots stealing pages from the Book of Cagliostro and beheading the current librarian.

When Strange first meets Wong, Wong claims that the former librarian was relieved of his head, and he implemented the rules he now enforces (no portals inside the library, etc.). However, we do not know how long Wong has held the librarian position. If we consider that there is not much Kamar-Taj life shown in the movie, it suggests that no one has forgotten the rules or made mistakes regarding them. This implies that Wong's rules have been around long enough for people to understand and remember them (or at least Wong has been enforcing them consistently). The rules have been in place for a while, and people are not surprised by the missing pages.

Additionally, Kaecilius' betrayal does not seem to be a major issue during Stephen's training, as if it had happened a while ago and Kamar-Taj was biding its time, attempting to hunt him down or waiting for him to make a move. Of course, a rogue sorcerer with that much power is a concern for the Ancient One and Mordo --as seen in the movie-- but Stephen, being a novice/apprentice, is probably not told much.

So, how long has Wong been running the library by himself? It doesn't seem plausible that the gap between Kaecilius' betrayal and Stephen's arrival is 11 years. The entire movie happens over a period of at least a year and a half, maybe even two years. The movie is set from 2015-16, so Wong would have had to take up the position somewhere between 2004-5. If we take Benedict Wong's age and assume that is how old Wong is (as we do with Stephen's age), then he would be 44 in 2016 (Stephen would be 39), making him 33 in 2005. So, was Wong working with the previous librarian for 11 years, and Kaecilius betrayed the Order within a year of Stephen's arrival? Or did Kaecilius steal the pages 11 years prior to Stephen's arrival, right at the beginning of Wong's career?

Not to mention the amount of time it would take for Stephen to recover from the initial accident and the numerous subsequent surgeries, plus the physical therapy and the time it took Stephen to find Kamar-Taj.

The recovery time for hand surgeries is 6 weeks on average. With Stephen having a total of 8 surgeries, his recovery time would be, on average, 48 weeks of the 52 weeks in a year. That's 11 months of recovery, plus a month of travel and logistics. So, if Wong has been working at the library for 11 years, then Kaecilius would have stolen the pages somewhere between 11 years to 1 year before Stephen arrived at Kamar-Taj.

@invye what's your expert opinion? (I'm going way too far into this rabbit hole HELP)

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Wonwoo - My Light

》Pairing: Wonwoo x reader

》Summary:  Why was fate so cruel to bring two people with limited time together?

》Genre: Heavy angst, fluff if you squint, Non-idol

》Word count: 1617

》Notes/Warnings: Please don't read this if you are uncomfortable with any of the following: terminal illness, major character deaths, not a happy ending.

If you want to make it more sad listen to Twenty One Pilots cover of cancer (i think it's sadder)

Tagged:  @lavforreal​ @shuatoyou​

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He was only 20 when his life got taken. Too much to see, too many dreams. But he never got to accomplish them. Silent tears make their way down your face as you stand on top of the hospital building, the breeze kisses your skin in comfort. You know what today is, but you can't bring yourself to go there yet. The thought of seeing his family and friends. The thought of seeing him. Standing here as the sun descends should bring you comfort, he always enjoyed these times. Yet the soft rays only solidified reality. It was such a contrast than the white walls, and the suffocating smell of bleach. But the once bold colours, that hold so much life are dull.

Watching him, you see the light in his eyes as the sun casts a golden hue onto his face, a contrast to his sickly, pale skin. - Much like your own. He looks his age in this light, you realise. Carefree, the wind causing his hair to go haywire. But you can see the sheen of sweat covering his forehead and his sunken cheekbones. His arm that is around you provides warmth, snuggling deeper into him. “Where would you go on holiday?” The question showed how much he was wishing to be somewhere other than this deathly hospital.  

“Hmm. I would like to go to Hawaii.” You hummed.

“That would be nice, we would be able to properly see the sunset.” Closing your eyes, you can imagine being stood with him on the beach, the sand dancing in between your toes, the soft sound of the ocean. And for a second, everything would be alright. Just the two of you with nothing to worry about. But reality sets in with a honk of a car and the light cough that comes from you, his hand rubs your arm comfortingly.

“Where would you like to go?” You question, looking up at him. His eyes are soft when he looks at you, and with a small smile on his face he says, “Anywhere, as long as I’m with you.”

His arms are warm, wrapped around you as you laid on his bed. The doctors allowed you to move your beds in the same room, it wouldn't cause any harm. The sunlight filters around the room, the fan in the corner accompanying the sounds of the machines beeping. You both never talked seriously, it was too heavy on your hearts as you both know what was inevitable. As you lazily looked around the room, you found that he had more machines hooked up than last time creating a stab to your heart. This wasn't what love should look like.

“Would you say yes if I asked your hand in marriage?” His words shock you, but the thought of being with him forever, longer than this life you were given, causes butterflies in your stomach. Imagine falling asleep and waking up next to him, mini version of you and him running around the house. Laughter and shouts that would echo across the house. It sounds like a dream.

You nod, “Of course I would. I love you.”

He whispers the words back, “till death do us part.”

Your chest felt like it was being stabbed, your head spinning as you can feel bile rising in your throat. But you won't vomit. No, there's no time for that. Pain pulsates in your entire body, your heart beat rapid as it tries to pump as much blood as possible. You know you should go back to your room, call a doctor. But you won't. You don't want to die on a hospital bed, hooked up to multiple tubes and monitors just like he did. You wanted to stand here, where your last moments were shared. When you were happy.

Cold and bare your feet led you down the path, it was easy to get out of the hospital unnoticed. Your destination wasn't far, only a couple of minutes. You didn't care for the rocks and twigs that stabbed your feet, too busy with the memories that crashed in your head like a tsunami.

He wears a hat on his head this time, matching the one you adorn. His hair had been falling out in chunks, but you had already been prepared for him by buying couples hats. He laughed when you showed him it, a little note tucked inside, ‘couples who wear hats together stay together.’ You had always been goofy and happy around him, he was your light so you would be his.

Your fingers are tangled together, a strong hold on each other, almost like you'd lose each other at any given second. The stars were up, keeping the moon company. Wonwoo, even though he looks ill, was as handsome as ever. You can't stop yourself when you lean up and kiss his cheek, a small smile on both of your faces. He ponders for a moment before taking his phone out of his back pocket and plays soft piano music. Softly, he grabs your hand as you connect your hands around his neck, smiles not faltering for a second. Lightly you begin to sway to the music.

“I will always love you. Remember that.”

“And I will always love you.” The words you spoke were bittersweet on each of your tongues. He leans down to kiss you and like always fireworks erupt in your stomach as your heart pounds.

It's cut off quickly with a cough, his throat burns as he wheezes, blood accompanying the food coming out. He doesn't stop. Shouting of nurses and doctors that rush towards you both as he’s taken out of your arms. One last longing look at you and that's the first time you cry in front of him.  

Who knew that, that would have been the last time that you would see him.

You can see Wonwoo’s family, his mother shaking in her husband's grip, hearing her gut wrenching cry. Faintly, you can hear his dad, “he’s not in pain anymore. He loved you now and forever.” You couldn't agree more, he adored his parents and you hoped they liked you. They were so loving and caring, gushing over the both of you and sneaking in homemade food. It felt like a real family. Your feet are stuck to the ground, you'd break down if you saw them now. The coffin is lowered, the shiny gloss of black descending into the ground, somewhere in you is glad that you didn't see his face. - blank and void of life.

It felt like hours once you watched them walk away, your footsteps slow and hesitant, the leaves under your foot crunch. Softly, you graze your hand along his headstone, soft marble under your fingertips. The pain of knowing he’s here is overwhelming, the carving of his name, Jeon Wonwoo. Born 17th July 1996. Death 28th August 2016. Breathing out heavily you remember when he seemed so alive and free, the first time you met him.

Dying was a weird concept. It was inevitable to all, but some had shorter lives than others. How does that happen? Did they complete everything they wanted; dreams, goals? Some know when it's going to happen, some don't. That’s life, you guess. The good thing would be that no one would miss you. Your family never bothered to come and see you anyway. So, maybe dying wouldn't be a bad thing. Maybe you'd have a better life in the next world.

“You shouldn't be up here.”

“Yeah. Well neither should you.” you retort.

“It's beautiful, right? It feels like you’re on top of the world.”

The dying sun ignites the sky in a mix of amber and blood-red, causing your silhouette to seep behind you. Sadness pours into you, another day is lost in the circle of time. You can’t run away from fate. Maybe that's what dying would be like because when the sun has its last breath, somewhere in you, doesn’t want it to go and disappear.

“Yeah. It does feel like that” you breath, smiling for the first time in years. 

“I’m Wonwoo.”

“I’m Y/n.”

Your knees buckle underneath your weight, body feeling heavy as your lungs heave. Begging and pleading for more oxygen. Your once silent tears turn into sobs as your grieve. What did you both do to deserve this? Why did fate decide to bring you together? The both of you sick and ill, no treatments and no cures. You started to wonder, was it better or worse that you met him in these circumstances?

Feeling your lungs collapse, you finally fall to the floor. You reach your hand out to touch the tombstone, wishing that you were holding his hand instead. Panting, you find it hard to open your eyes, a singular tear escaping, with a small smile on your face, you whisper up into the sunset, “I told you that I would follow you, till death do us part”

And as you lay alone, with your heart gradually slowing you agree that it was better that in these miserable times he was with you for he was your light.