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sergeant-angels-trashcan · 3 years

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Kate/Bucky because I KNOW you

True friendship fam. Being enabled by friends to talk about your ships

Fake dating:

well with the OBVIOUS caveat that fake dating turns into REAL dating i feel like a good scenario is Bucky is in the middle of a long, drawn out trial about Is He A Traitor and his lawyer is like “look you are obviously not a traitor and we’ve got ALL the legal ground but there’s also a the public to think about, it would be a good look if you had a significant other and NO IT CAN’T BE STEVE because he’s a character witness and we don’t want any conflict of interest accusations” and after a very long night poking at cold takeout Steve gets a text from Clint “idk my friend kate who is Also Hawkeye”. and it’s perfect! Kate has that Heiress Thing (she’s less of a Paris Hilton heiress and more of an Abigail Disney, she does a lot of charity stuff) going for her, so it lends Bucky an air of normalcy-ish and she’s also a Hawkeye which means she can deal with physical threats that come at Bucky so he doesn’t get his name smeared across the papers for ATTACKING INNOCENT CIVILIANS that may have been hired to kill him BUT VERY GOOD PEOPLE. they are also pretending they’ve been dating for a while so there’s a few long nights of getting to know one another, one of which culminates in Kate managing to get Bucky in an arm bar, and he falls in love INSTANTLY

Bodyswap:

sakfjdlk;fjs;l i’m just stuck on the inherent humor in Kate realizing HOW STRONG AND TALL SHE IS as Bucky. Realizing how much the arm weighs and how it affects his gait (she makes a mental note to talk to Bucky about maybe seeing one of the geniuses they know about it??? surely they can do better??), how he’s SO COLD ALL THE TIME, how he has panic attacks and never??? mentions it??? also, she’s basically Jack Black in Jumanji “OMG bucky come look at my penis!” “I SEE IT ALL THE TIME KATE”

Bucky keeps forgetting how short he is as Kate and gets very mad about it. Did NOT realize how many old injury aches Kate has and vows to pamper her even more/try and make sure she doesn’t get injured as much. Bucky hasn’t had a headache on almost a century and it’s AWFUL.

(”Is this how you feel when you look at me all the time?” Kate says, sort of breathless. “Is this how you feel when you look at me?” he replies. It’s comfort and peace and happiness and breathtaking hope and yeah, like, a lot of horniness. they absolutely decide to have sex and it’s a MESS and hilarious and they both file away a lot of important information to carry back into their bodies)

Sexpollen/fuck or die/aliens made them do it:

i love sex pollen trope but with Kate and Bucky it’s like “how do we emphasize consent” so obviously there’s paperwork and discussions about what happens if they’re in a fuck or die scenario (Kate knows allll about this ok she’s beta’ed Billy’s fanfiction before). I feel like it’s either Rocket’s fault or Gwenpool’s? Not important. What’s important is that it actually takes them a few hours to realize that the amount of sex drive they are feeling is not normal which they will get made fun of about for approximately EVER. Bucky goes down on her for a few hours. Kate cries. Bucky gets dragged around by his hair. They have a great time.

Dark!fic:

ooof the one where Kate’s the Winter Soldier’s handler: she has a vague moral compass, one that Hydra sort of tricked her out of. She’s one of the few people the Winter Soldier hasn’t tried to kill. When she finds out she’s been working for Hydra, she turns the Winter Soldier on them. For that, he doesn’t kill her. And then they hunt down Hydra agents and bases and leave bloody smoking wrecks behind them. And lots of brutal bloody sex.

Secret Kinks:

Kate is super sex positive, right, she worked hard to get that way, so she and Bucky sit down and have a very Frank and Open discussion about kinks and hard limits. Bucky isn’t used to being asked about what he wants, even less used to getting it. He’s into pinning Kate down but they have to work up to that one on Kate’s end. Bucky’s super into choking--getting choked and doing the choking--cockwarming, anything service-y, edging, exhibitionism, getting dommed by Kate, getting pegged, getting his hair pulled, giving oral, i mean the only thing he’s not really into is being the one doing the hurting? He’s done enough of that in his life. That being said he DOES like making Kate cry due to overstimulation. Kate is into voyeurism and honestly they’re both into knifeplay...they are very kinky tbh. kate has a bit of a Thing for the metal arm

Their first kiss:

If you’d asked one of them, they’d have guessed it would be postbattle, desperate, you know, like “oh god you’re still alive”. It’s not. It’s soft. Metal finger tipping Kate’s chin up, Bucky’s hair brushing her cheeks as it falls out of his messy ponytail, in a park, sun warming them both. bucky had been laughing and kate just couldn’t imagine not kissing him for a moment longer, so she stepped into his space and his hand hand landed warm on her waist and then it just...happened

Meeting the parents:

it’s not so much “meet” as “kate gets kidnapped and bucky breaks into derek’s penthouse and threatens to kill him if he doesn’t tell bucky where kate is being kept”

Moving in together:

they pick out a place together. Bucky has a LOT of military backpay so price isn’t an issue. it’s probably a brownstone and they go furniture shopping and Bucky gets mad at particle board....he probably builds some furniture, picks pieces up at flea markets. Kate puts her foot down about the sofa, though. they’re running on 2 days of no sleep when they have a screaming fight about which side of the kitchen the glasses go on. they wind up in each other’s faces and suddenly can’t remember why they’re mad and wind up christening their apartment with angry sex that segues into not angry sex and then they pass out on the floor of their new kitchen. when they wake up decide to put the glasses in an under the counter cupboard, just to fuck with their friends.

A crossover of my choice:

SENSE8! Bucky and Kate aren’t in the same cluster but they’re both sense8s and yes i have a partially written fic about this, i’m sorryyy. bucky gets to head of Hawkeye Idiocy by visiting her and just going KATE NO

An au of my choice:

STAR WARS AU!!! Bucky is a brainwashed stormtrooper and Kate is the resistance pilot who gets kidnapped and then escapes with him

send me ships!!!

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totallyrhettro · 6 years

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Another Me, Chapter 9

Word Count: 2029 Rating: PG-13 Warnings: None Summary: This time, Rhett was really going to do it. He had tried maybe a thousand times over the past thirty-odd years to tell Link how he really felt, but this time he was finally going to actually succeed. At least, that was the plan, but when another version of the six-foot seven bearded internetainer appears out of nowhere during their weekend getaway, Rhett’s carefully laid plans are quickly pushed aside. Notes: AU, Present day, Rhett and Link aren’t married

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“Uh, yeah.” Link backed up, motioning for Rhett’s duplicate to come on in. “Of course.” He ran his fingers through his hair, unconsciously making sure it was sitting right, as Rhett stepped past him into the room.

“I didn’t mean to wake you,” he began, second-guessing coming here in the first place.

“No, no, it’s fine,” Link assured him, looking around to make sure the room wasn't too messy. Of course, it wasn’t. “I was just reading,” he lied. “What’s up?”

“I still don’t know how I got here,” Rhett began, running his fingers through his own hair out of habit. “It’s almost like my universe spat me out because I didn’t fit there anymore. Tomorrow we’re going to try to get me back home and I just…” He paused, looking at Link with sad, green eyes.

“Come here,” Link offered, Moving over to the matching beds and sitting down on the nearest one. He placed a hand on the bed beside him as a casual invitation. Grateful, Rhett sat on the edge of the bed next to him and let out a shaky breath.

“Today was the best day I’ve had in years,” he began. “And I’m afraid that, in going back to my universe, my real life, I’m going to have missed a once in a lifetime opportunity.”

“What do you mean?” They were sitting so close. Not any closer than Link would have to his Rhett, but for the first time he could smell this Rhett. They smelled almost as similar as they looked.

“To get into the mind of Link! My Link, you know what I’m saying?” Link nodded, understanding completely, and ignored the tiny flutter of his heart when he heard Rhett’s voice say ‘my Link’. Sure it only meant the Link from the other universe, but he’d never heard Rhett use those words together like that, and it was… endearing. “I want to get into his head, understand him better, and who better to ask than his duplicate?”

“Well,” Link shrugged. “Here I am. What do you want to know?” He didn’t see any harm. After all, he never kept any secrets from the Rhett from his universe.

“You dated Missy, in college, right?” A strange place to start but Link didn’t question it. He nodded; he had dated Missy in high school and freshman year of college. It drove Rhett crazy when he would spend hours talking to her on the phone. Plus he didn’t think Link should have continued to date a girl that was still in high school, even if their ages were so close. “My Link, too. Did you date anyone after her? Anyone since?”

“Um.” Link had to really think about it, but not because he didn’t know right away. His first instinct was to say no, but that immediately bothered him. Really? No one? He strained his memory. It was about twenty years ago; surely there had to be somebody… but there wasn’t one. “I guess I’ve been too busy.”

“My Link would say much the same,” Rhett noted with a subtle sigh.

“What about you?” Link nervously asked, scared of the answer.

“Nothing serious,” came the vague reply. “Never really cared for anything serious.”

“Did you ever tell your Link about who you were dating?” The question fell from Link’s lips before he could stop it. He wasn’t sure why he cared, but all of a sudden he really did.

“I never made a point of it,” Rhett admitted, shame creeping up on his face. “Did your Rhett?”

“No, he didn’t,” Link admitted, sadly. “And I know he’s had girlfriends. I know he’s seen people in the past. He’s been dating woman off and on for the past few years, right? But the thing is, he never tells me about them, or introduces me to them. That’s weird, right?”

“Maybe he just didn’t feel like he could tell you…” Rhett began, but Link wasn’t listening anymore.

“I don’t even know, man,” he fumed. “I guess I’m just feeling like…” ‘Like I don’t know Rhett as well I as I thought I did.’ “Like…” He started again. “I just don’t want him to think he can’t talk to me about… things. He never hid his girlfriends from me before. Just like I’ve never had to hide my girlfriends from him.” After all, they had shared the same girlfriend, kissed the same girls in high school (not at the same time, of course) and ever since then they never had to hide even their crushes from each other. What changed?

“But you haven’t had any girlfriends to talk about,” Rhett countered, remaining remarkably calm. “Not for awhile, you said so yourself. Not since college.” Link didn’t have an answer for that. To be honest it wasn’t his business who Rhett dated, not really. He was just used to his best friend of over thirty years telling him everything, even about his girlfriends. If Link was dating someone he would tell Rhett for sure.

“But if I had I would tell him,” Link finally replied, much quieter than before. “Why wouldn’t he tell me?” Rhett hesitated before answering. It wasn’t his place to answer the questions about the Rhett who was actually from his universe, but he couldn’t leave Link without answers. He couldn’t sit here and ignore the forlorn face before him.

“Maybe he was afraid to tell you,” he whispered, hoping perhaps that Link didn’t hear him, but Link’s ears were keen and he turned his head sharply, a confused look on his face.

“What would he be afraid of? That I wouldn't like them? I don’t care who he dates.” A sharp pain through his heart told him that was a lie. “He was never afraid in the past. Every girl he ever dated in school I knew about. I knew most of them…”

“I shouldn’t speak for your Rhett. After all the last few years have actually been different for our universes, at least where my Link and I are concerned. So, I have no idea who your Rhett has been dating.”

“What happened in your universe?” Link wondered, switching gears slightly. “What happened that changed our universe from yours?” He sighed, frustrated but growing too tired to fight his frustrations. “Up until a few years ago they were identical. I can’t believe that the only difference was view count and that created the split.”

Link wondered; Rhett knew.

~ ~ ~

It was a hot day in the fall of 2015, Rhett and Link were doing a series of videos sponsored by Geico, and this time they were visiting Mike’s Animal Auction in Mira Loma, California. They, along with a small filming crew, had spent more than half a day at the place, collecting footage and shooting the episode, and it had been a fairly pleasant experience so far. Rhett had shone an aptitude for fast talking while Link was doing a good job of being a bit silly about it. He wasn’t sour about it, though. Besides, he couldn’t be in a bad mood after he managed to buy a very lovely horse table earlier.

“You really gonna put that in your house?” Rhett had asked him.

“Of course!” came his smiling response. He really did love the table, though he did acknowledge it wasn’t what one would usually find in a thirty-seven year-old’s bachelor pad. He didn’t care and when Link was happy, Rhett was happy.

Later in the day the two of them were going to put their newly-honed auctioning skills to the test with a genuine auction. They had to look the part, as Mike himself told them, so they changed into what they saw as appropriate attire. Well, appropriate for two internetainers posing as auctioneers. That meant cowboy boots, hats, and yellow cowboy shirts. They looked a bit more like rodeo clowns then real cowboys but it seemed to suit them just fine.

After selling a couple of goats, they ran out of things to auction. Rhett, of course, continued talking at top speed and turned to what he knew best: comedy. Still using his auctioneer’s voice he motioned to his best friend, Link, and continued to auction.

“We’re gonna take a break from the goats real quick,” he was saying. “We’re gonna bid this man off, right here.” He didn’t stop there, letting his comedian side take over. “You can win a date with this man, right here.” Link paused for a moment, confused, but he was a born comedian as well and saw the levity of where Rhett was going. Stepping forward he posed for the crowd, bowing and then doing a little jig while Rhett continued the bit. “We’re gonna start at seventeen dollars,” Rhett continued. “Seventeen dollars. Anybody want a date with this man? Seventeen dollars. Look at him! The famous Link!”

Despite Link’s performance, and Rhett’s enthusiasm, no one got the joke and the bidders were silent. Hoping to save the joke, Rhett took a chance and switched tactics.

“Okay, I bid seventeen,” he said, still talking fast. “I have seventeen to me, anyone wanna give me twenty? Twenty dollars for a date with Link Neal.” A steal, if Rhett ever heard one. Now Link was even more confused, and blushing slightly, but he didn’t stop acting. Holding out his arms he gave the crowd a slow spin, showing himself off like a showpiece. Still no bidders and from the look at the real auctioneer’s faces, the bit was getting old. “Seventeen going once!” Rhett finally announced. “Going twice! Sold! To me for seventeen dollars.” That got a few laughs, but they may have been just polite. “Don’t worry Link,” he continued. “I’ll cut the check later.”

And that was that. The day progressed normally, finishing the shoot before packing up to head back to Burbank before the sun could even set. Rhett and Link drove off in their company car, the FJ cruiser, while the crew had their own van to house them and most of the equipment. It was nice to have some peace and quiet after the long day of hectic crowds and noisy animals. Rhett let out an audible sigh of relief as the car pulled onto the highway.

“We’re not really going on date,” Link whispered, after a few minutes. “Are we?” Rhett had dreaded this conversation since he realized what he had done during the auction, after it had really settled into his mind. It had just been for comedy’s sake but then he started to think.

“You’re not gonna back out on me, now,” he replied, still trying to play it off as a joke. Even though he wanted nothing more in the world than to go on a date with Link, he didn’t want to scare him away. Maybe once they were at a restaurant... “I paid good money to go on a date with you.” Link glanced across the seat to his friend. He couldn’t be serious and his smile didn’t give any sign of what really lay beneath.

“What, like, dinner and a movie?” he wondered. It wasn’t like they hadn’t been to a movie together before, or had dinner together either, but they had always gone as friends. A date had other connotations.

“If you like,” Rhett shrugged. He didn’t really care what they did. “My treat,” he added, knowing Link’s next complaint. “We’ll make it a whole date night out of it.” The way he said it Link had to think he was just fooling around, and he never minded just hanging out with Rhett, especially when he didn’t have to spend a dime.

“Okay,” he relented, turned to look back out his car window. “As long as you’re buying,” he quipped with a smile. Rhett grinned broader, knowing Link had sort of agreed to go on a date with him. He immediately began planning what movie they would see, what restaurant they would go to. He wanted to make sure it was a real and proper date, as Link well deserved. Maybe if things went well -and he dearly hoped they did- then he could finally tell Link how he really felt.

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topfygad · 4 years

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Singapore’s Legendary Raffles Lodge Reopens

Following a considerably-awaited, two-12 months revamp, the lodge that hosted the likes of Somerset Maugham and Charlie Chaplin is back again. Does it reside up to the buzz?

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The 132-yr-aged colonial-design and style Raffles hotel is a specified Countrywide Monument, and is more mature than the metropolis-point out of Singapore. Picture Courtesy: Raffles Singapore

On 1 Beach front Road, not far too significantly from the frenzied shoppers of Orchard Road, stands Raffles, a resort very easily counted as 1 of the greatest in the environment. Opened in 1887, it is older than the city-point out of Singapore and has served up luxury and colonial-period attraction with a generous side of Considerably East exoticism to visitors like Somerset Maugham and Charlie Chaplin.

Strolling into Raffles is like flitting in and out of the web pages of a gold-spined, initial-edition. Each and every stage has a way of getting you to a different time—the driveway clacketed with horse carriages in the 1800s the foyer swayed with roller skating get-togethers in 1904 and Long Bar oversaw the invention of the city’s basic cocktail, Singapore Sling, in 1915 so British women could conceal behind its pink hue and consume freely in public. I can see why they refer to Raffles as the grande dame of the East it is simple to believe of her as an ageless, tasteful girl at a social gathering, dressed in satin, looking at the environment go by.

Locale

When Rudyard Kipling frequented Raffles on 1 Seaside Street in 1889 to eat turtle steak, the hotel did facial area the sea. Now, a century and reclamation jobs later, she preens herself in the glass mirrors of high-rises of the Civic District. Raffles is the centre of notice in Singapore: it is bang in the middle of the city and keeps interesting organization. The Civilian War Memorial commemorating victims of the Japanese Profession is just across the street from a person of its entrances so is Chijmes, a historic sophisticated that was a convent university in the mid-1800s and now houses bars and restaurants. The City Corridor, National Library and Countrywide Museum all lie within a 15-moment walk from Raffles. One particular early morning, I wander by the outdated HDB complicated of Bras Basah, correct powering Raffles, eyeing second-hand bookshops, coveting stationery in outlets, and watching kids queue up for new music course. If I am peckish amongst the hotel’s lavish foods or miss out on the Singapore of kopitiams with picket stools, I pop by Kafei Dian throughout the avenue for their kaya involving golden toasted buns.

Raffles’ Writers Bar is a trendy tribute to the well-known authors that have stayed below, this sort of as Somerset Maugham and James Michener. Picture Courtesy: Raffles Singapore

Fashion

Raffles expended two years—and a sum that entrepreneurs are restricted-lipped about—to entice to a young, additional Mad Prosperous Asians type of clientele. But outdated-timers shan’t have a lot to complain about when their cars sluggish down in the common gravel driveway, palm fronds nodding at them. They’ll wander up to the same cast-iron, crimson-carpeted verandah. I take note how the 132-yr-aged grande dame keeps a business grip on her colonial previous. Even the liveried Sikh doormen are nevertheless here, patient as at any time when company sidle up for selfies.

Within, the 3-storey atrium has a new cynosure: a large Venetian chandelier whose 8, 214 crystals wink under the skylight roof. A grandfather clock that predates the hotel has remained it is nonetheless wound by the concierge every day. When it strikes 8 in the morning, the pianist on the 2nd flooring plays Noel Coward’s classic, I’ll See You Again.

The gift shop honours the hotel’s heritage (top rated) A wander with resident historian Leslie Danker (bottom left) breathes everyday living into the hotel’s historical past The Raffles’ grand suites (base appropriate) are the epitome of luxury. Pics Courtesy: Raffles Singapore (gift shop & suite) Picture By: Kareena Gianani (male)

Rooms

A king-dimension parlour, a four-poster in the bed room further than, and a tub to sink into planted in a marble bathroom—the 115 suites at Raffles, with their teak flooring, brass switches and individual butlers on phone 24/7, are sumptuous. My wee nephew, who drops by one afternoon, proclaims my Palm Court suite healthy for a game of cover-and-request. For reward, he raids the mini bar (cleverly concealed in a leather trunk in the parlour) and gobbles up, to my dismay, all the nuts coated with gula melaka.

The suite results in being my sanctuary, like the rest of them need to have for Maugham, Ava Gardner, and Elizabeth Taylor (whose graphic is embossed on my brown leather keycard). I start out my mornings shed between frangipanis in the teakwood verandah outside, nursing tea or Colombian coffee produced in the Nespresso device, misplaced in a rattan armchair. When I want to sing tunelessly, I pull down the blinds and participate in tunes (both equally controlled by iPads), slather on bathtub features by Ormonde Jayne and faux to be Andrew Bird in the rain shower. I also overlook how quickly the jar of toffees in the parlour empties.

Food and Consume

Those who consider it sacrilege to be here and not sip the well-known cocktail, Singapore Sling, may possibly head to Extensive Bar the place it was invented in 1915. The bar’s floor is littered with peanut shells as for every custom. It is also most likely swarming with holidaymakers.

I stroll into Writers Bar a person evening, curious because I listen to the menu is published by Pico Iyer, Raffles’ Author-in-Home in 2019. I flip via the leather-based-certain journal and uncover sepia pictures of outdated Singapore, and Iyer’s scribbles on the idea of household, finding England, New York and India in Singapore, and living in fractured situations. “Singapore is and normally has been a Rojak town, a mixture…” he writes, referring to the renowned neighborhood salad of fried beancurd, turnip, cucumber, pineapple and fried dough fritters, all tossed in a sauce designed of fermented prawn paste, sprinkled with peanuts. I attempt the cocktail named just after the salad (or the metropolis). Sweet-spicy with peanut calvados, gula melaka, and chilli, it is pure, liquid joy.

Raffles delivers star cooks to the tropics: Alain Ducasse’s Mediterranean restaurant, BBR, is a calm place. But the octopus and paprika, and lobster with tomato, bell pepper and bisque are so-so—so if you have one particular meal in this article, make guaranteed it is at La Dame de Pic by chef Anne-Sophie Pic, who retains 7 Michelin stars below her belt. Each individual moment of the a few-and-a-fifty percent hours I shell out on the courses in the French eatery is a revelation. There are zesty emulsions, and textures I have in no way tasted. Berlingots, for occasion, are triangular pasta parcels filled with French cheese fondue, fennel broth and absinthe purple Kampot pepper in white millefeuille the product feels like liquid air even turnips taste tantalising in the poularde de bresse. The practical experience feels like impressionism took hold of the kitchen area as if Monet and Degas donned toque blanche and stirred dishes to lifestyle like they were being colors.

The steamed roe crab with mullet roe shavings topped with shao xing ginger custard makes for a great food at 藝yì by Jereme Leung at Raffles. Picture Courtesy: Raffles Singapore

Activities

Leslie Danker is a guy with a ready smile and a sea of tales. He is Raffles’ resident historian, and has been around for 47 a long time. His two-hour wander is an omnibus of tales about the lodge, legitimate-or-false legends, and the rich and popular who have stayed in the suites. He exhibits me a minimal packet loaded with fantastic sand he located underneath the marble flooring of the lobby in 1989, when the hotel commenced its very first renovation—a reminder of the times when Raffles started as a seaside, 10-space bungalow in 1899. He has taken the likes of John McCain, Queen Elizabeth, Invoice Clinton and Karl Lagerfeld close to the lodge, shots of which dangle in the Hall of Fame.

His favourite story took put in Ducasse’s cafe which was then the Bar & Billiards Home. “One night in 1902, a tiger escaped the accomplishing circus across the highway, went for a swim, and crept underneath this cafe (which stood at an elevated system). The workers summoned a headmaster who was regarded to be a hunter, but he missed 3 shots at the tiger for the reason that he was tipsy,” chuckles Danker. “What do you think occurred?”

“I hope he escaped,” I say.

“The headmaster experienced a status to sustain. He caught the gleaming eyes of the tiger and pulled the trigger…”

Other tales aren’t about doomed animals, fortunately. Like when Elizabeth Taylor was chided by a dressmaker at a Raffles boutique, or the curious scenario of the kissing columns in one of the wings. But you’ll have to stop by Singapore for that.

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marketingadvisorvietnam · 6 years

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I want mommy: Australian’s 17-year-search for Vietnamese mother continues

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I want mommy: Australian’s 17-year-search for Vietnamese mother continues

“As the plane ascends

The screeching chaos

I turn to take on last look.

What am I fleeing from?

I cannot yet comprehend.

Where am I going?

that…

God only knows”

Sue Bylund’s poem asks a question with retrospective effect going back 44 years.

She was 36 days old then.

That day, when she and 17 other children were taken out of Vietnam, she was too young to know or understand anything. She now knows a lot more, but fundamental questions remain, and she has been looking for answers for many years.

Sue Bylund during her first days in Australia

Fateful flight

Sue Bylund was born at the Maternity Hospital Saigon on April 18, 1974 (Vietnam war time), under the name Luu Thi Van, and was taken to an orphanage the same day. A month later, her name was put up for adoption by an Australian couple, Richard and Marlene.

“On May 24, 1974, I was taken to Australia and started a new life under the name Sue Bylund,” she told VnExpress.

The little Asian girl with dark skin and black hair was nurtured with unconditional love by her pale skinned, blonde haired adopted parents and brothers. They didn’t hide the fact that Sue was adopted and talked openly about it.

“As a child, I could never fully comprehend the depth of tragedy and sorrow I would learn later to associate with losing my birth family and identity in the war.

“It wasn’t until my adoptive father passed away when I was nine years old that I began to understand what it meant to lose someone you loved.”

The suburb of Perth where Sue Bylund grew up was a diverse community with mix ethnicities. Her mother, an English as a Second Language (ESL) teacher, often invited newly arrived immigrants over, and supported other families who had adopted children overseas.

Living in a multicultural environment, Sue slowly became aware of her different origins, and realized that there were many questions about her journey to Australia that needed answers.

“I soon learnt that you can’t be expected to pour your heart out to every stranger and acquaintance you meet who asks my country of origin and how I came to live in Australia.

“In truth, I was afraid of my connection and history with Vietnam. Afraid of the unknown.”

Sue Bylund with her adoptive parents and brothers in Australia.

What really ignited Sue Bylud’s motivation to search for her heritage and look for answers was the birth of her daughter in 1999.

In getting her daughter’s birth certificate, Sue was surprised to find many more documents concerning her adoption that had been kept by the local authorities.

They were Australian legal documents, some translated into English from the original Vietnamese papers, like the commission certificate from the orphanage, the certificate of assurance from Vietnamese lawyers. She thus found that she was born to a woman named Luu Thi Hanh who left her at the Sancta Maria Orphanage in Saigon. An unidentified man was with her then.

The second journey begins

In 2001, 27 years old, Sue Bylund returned to Vietnam to look for her mother and answers to many questions in her mind.

Before returning, she had a chance to talk with a Vietnam War veteran, Graham Edwards, who lost both his legs in the conflict. He had returned to Vietnam for the first time since the war just before Sue met with him. They talked and shared their stories and reflected on how their lives were intertwined.

With Graham’s contacts and all the documents she got from the Western Australian law courts, she embarked on her journey back to Vietnam. Her first destination was the main Maternity Hospital in Saigon’s District 1. Without the ability to speak Vietnamese, or any idea what she was looking for or what to expect, other than to put a place to the address on her documents, she experienced a small miracle.

When the staff understood that she’d once been a baby in the hospital, she was introduced to an elderly nurse, who worked in the maternity ward from 1972-1975.

“She had tears in her eyes…she had looked after hundreds of the babies who had left Vietnam after they had been given to the children’s home and orphanages,” Sue said.

“The elderly nurse had always wondered what had happened to all those children, we had been the first to return to find her. Through a teary smile, she said she happy to see I was healthy and strong, and with a hug and kiss, we parted.”

Sue Bylund at age 3

New clues led Sue Bylund to the People’s Committee of Saigon’s District 1, and here, to her astonishment, an officer produced her birth certificate. In blue biro pen, a line in the bottom right corner indicated that Luu Thi Hanh, her biological mother, resided at “Huong Lo 14, Phu Tho.”

However, what seemed to be valuable information turned out to be a dead end. After a lot of attempts to verify the address, she learnt that the above address was now in Luy Ban Bich Street, Tan Phu District. Unfortunately, visits to the street yielded no further information.

Sue Bylund has returned to Vietnam several times since, but her search has made no progress.

“The area on my paperwork, I understand, was an area during the war where Vietnamese people who had lost their homes or were in transit congregated. So addresses were very general and temporary.”

Her journey is still incomplete and there are many unanswered questions: Is Luu Thi Hanh really her mother and where is she now? Is she alive or dead? Who is her father? Why was she abandoned? What’s the meaning of her name?

“No name or place, date or time,

from which I came to be.

A mothers’ kiss upon my cheek,

did she ever place on me?”

Unbreakable bond

As a child, she’d been filled with anger and hate towards Vietnam. She wished she could conceal her Asian appearance and Vietnamese ancestry from the crowd. But with time, and the unselfish love from her family, she found the strength to continue to fight for the right to be herself.

Although she hasn’t been able to find her birth mother, after her return to Vietnam in 2001, Sue Bylund began networking with adoptees around the world. She shared her knowledge with them, and discussed how they could find positive ways to reconnect with Vietnam and if they wanted to search for their biological families.

She understands the difficulties, both in the outside world and their inner world, adoptees face in their journey to trace back their heritage, as well as the obstacles that have stopped many mothers from finding their long lost children.

“Not every adoptee is confident or willing to search for their families. Adoptees were sent all around the world, to countries in Europe, so far away from Vietnam and so far from cultural influences from Asia.

“From what I understand, the gap is huge between the inner acceptances that they are Vietnamese by blood, but they struggle to find comprehension about how, or what that means to them personally.”

With two other adoptees, Sue Bylund has assisted 20 people in the search for their Vietnamese families.

On April 18, 2019, she and her associates organized the Celebrating Vietnamese Mother event in HCMC to create more opportunities for reconnections and reunions.

It will offer a safe and supportive environment where people can lodge their details and DNA to search for their children or family member, or simply meet up with adoptees to understand their experiences and share their stories.

Sue Bylund now

Sue Bylund feels that she’s more fortunate than many adoptees, as she grew up in a multicultural environment, surrounded by Asian influences, had access to festivals like Tet (lunar New Year festival), saw Vietnamese food everywhere and saw Asian faces everyday.

She is a qualified interior architect, has been running her own design business for 18 years. She currently works with the Victorian School Building Authority. Even though she’s not living in Vietnam, her bond with the motherland is being preserved and continued.

Sue Bylund’s eldest daughter, her “first known blood relative”, is taking a gap year before going off to university in Vung Tau, about two hour car ride east of HCMC, teaching English and assisting at the My Huong Children’s Home.

“She has now lived in Vietnam longer than I have, which is very special. It reminds us that our connections to Vietnam remain strong across the generation, and throughout our entire lives.

“I believe that one day I will be able to know the answers to my questions and I will be in the presence of those who I have loved in absence.”

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