#rest in hell steve trevor

[hattersrabbit]

HER PRINCESS

absolute wonder woman x reader | nsfw

CW! fem reader, top diana, magical genitalia, vaginal fingering, girls kissing, soft sex, use of rope, drabble, soft diana, implied future diana/steve trevor/reader

more self indulgent posts bc why not :)

The way she grabbed your thighs so easily and with her strength she pulled you to her. A smile on her lips.

You could see the flashing of red in her normally blue eyes. Diana, a beautiful princess who was the daughter of Circe and the Princess of Hell.

You wondered how you got so lucky.

“Pay attention.”

You listened immediately as her cock made from magic was pressed against you in an experimental way.

It her first time doing this.

The ropes around your wrists stung as you moved in response.

���It’s alright dear.” Her delicate fingers trailed up your opening and in they went. Her ghostly touch was heavenly as she pushed against your walls.

You squealed in response. Calling her name as she readied you. Opening and stretching you wide even with your scrambling legs.

“You’ll injure yourself. Be careful. The rope may hurt you.” She whispered with a smile. You were nodding as you panted. Her fingers still taking every thing you were worth.

You made a small noise as she pulled out her fingers. Those same fingers trailing up your thigh and pulling it out further. Her lips kissed your abdomen.

You easily took her into your arms, and her head resting on your chest. Feeling her naked chest on your stomach as she entered you slowly. Coming up to your face, and her hair tickling your nose.

“Breathe my love. Steve will be coming home soon, and he’d love have you coherent.” She laughed as you whimpered.

She caught your lips as the world dwelled into something beautiful and pleasurable.

Paradise.

[everythingheard]

As one of Steve's hands remains upon Diana's shoulder, he's suddenly struck by just how normal this is, the sort of simplicity he had once been certain he would never experience again before her. Once upon a time, the war had felt as though it might drag on forever, and when they reached the end of it, who could say whether he would be there to see it? And he hadn't been. Their brief reunion in the eighties had offered it for a time, but not long enough for it to become routine as it is in this moment. Steve wonders if he'll ever cease to be some degree of amazed by now, by this; as she shifts in the bed beside him, her leg brushing against his, part of him rather hopes not.

After a thoughtful hum of consideration, he says, "Sounds like a good memory, and a hell of an interesting dream." How strange it had been to discover he had a great-niece and nephew! Well, perhaps not odd, exactly, and not unwanted, yet they had been another facet of this new world Steve found himself awakened in. Although time had moved on without him, as it's apt to do, his family hadn't forgotten him despite the century that's gone by since his first death. Perhaps Diana had been part of that, as enveloped as she's become with the Trevors. Apparently, it had all started with her visit to Trevor Ranch, a trip which had served as the catalyst for her becoming akin to an ageless angel watching over them.

However, discovering that not only did Alison and Ian exist, but that she's now their guardian — ? That had proven one of the greatest shocks of all.

Even so, in a way he can't fully expound upon, growing closer to Alison has helped him to feel as though he belongs in this world regardless of all its changes. Although she's able to recount stories that she's heard about Steve from others ( including Diana ), she also treats him as every bit her uncle. Maybe they're still coming to truly know one another, but they have felt tied to one another since they first met — like family. As Diana continues to speak of Ian, he hopes that it will seem much the same between them. Whereas he and Alison have passed hours discussing history, and perhaps most prominently his short time on Themyscira where he first encountered Diana, will there be something in particular to draw he and Ian together?

Steve supposes that if it's not immediately evident, then he will simply need to discern it.

"I hope I can live up to my pristine reputation," he continues then, levity woven through his voice. "I mean, don't they say ' never meet you heroes '?" Tilting his head slightly, he presses his lips to the inside of her palm as it rests along his cheek. "Unless your hero's Wonder Woman, then you're probably safe." A grin remains upon Steve's countenance as he leans his forehead against hers. "I don't think I've ever said it, but — thank you, for being there for them. I can't imagine that taking them in was an easy decision to make."

memories have a way of coming to life within the recesses of ones mind, breathing life into quiet moments of introspection or providing the course for a dreamscape. memories provide lessons and experiences and while diana has lived through ages past, she perhaps has only truly lived within the last century. she certainly has gathered a wide variety of experiences she would have never held upon the island of her birth. diana often recalls some of these events in the stillness of night as the waking world fades into the sounds of the ocean in her mind, lulling her into a slumber she knows sometimes alludes the man at her side.

sometimes she thinks of her adventures with etta so long ago. on more trying nights she thinks of alien terrors. other times, she recalls moments on a farm throughout the years too. she had never intended to become so ingrained within a mortal family unit. she had wanted to see where the man she loved had come from, wanted to learn more about him, find his scent in the walls of his childhood room. yet they had been so welcoming and after time and perhaps some confusion, they had come to understand her in their own way. accepted her youth and presence. such had been how allison and ian had come to know her and how they had later come to her, providing her with something of which perhaps had given her more insight into her own mother than she could have ever held prior.

it's lost in a moment, the dreaming changing the time and place but not the story that finds diana seated on a beach with two children playing next to her and a panda bear seated not four feet from them as if they were all having some kind of picnic. she can taste the salt in the air, smell the sea and feel the coolness of grains of sand. the two children with wide eyes and happy smiles are as real as the day she visited them when their mother held a task and diana had offered to watch over them. of course allison and ian had not been to the island of her own youth nor had they ever had a picnic with a panda (though she had taken them to see a panda once) yet her mind had chosen to meld such experiences together like a life bore of clay.

she stares a moment, perplexed, the strangeness of the panda's presence causing her mind to begin to rebel briefly.

this scene isn't quiet right. but then allison tries to hand the bear her bowl and diana's suddenly distracted from her quandary. 'pandas don't eat macaroni.' diana's voice speaks, the young girl frowning for a moment before shrugging. the panda continues eating the piece of bamboo it held drawing her attention back just as she feels a sudden weight upon her shoulders.

warmth.

the dreaming begins to fall away, swirling memories into shards of sea glass until steve's face begins to come into focus and diana can feel the coolness of their sheets. this is still a new feeling, a new experience, having steve there to experience life with her even if he has been back for a short while now. there had never been time for them, not a century before nor decades ago. but now, now they held time within the palms of their hands. they were learning what it meant to begin life together. to live. to truly live.

"not quite a dream. not quite a memory either." diana states groggily, her body working to adjust to her now awakened state. "panda are ian's favorite animal and let us say that allison went through a phase where all she wanted to eat was macaroni." there's a pause then, her arm raising from her side to reach out and brush the side of his face as if a part of her still can not believe he is real, even if she knows he is. "ian will be so happy to finally meet you. much like allison, he was always a bit starstruck by stories about you." while allison remained close to diana's side often, ian was in school in the states and had yet to be able to meet his great uncle though he was well aware of his return from both allison and diana.

[crackinwise]

Watching Wonder Woman again since seeing it in theaters and omg the Trevor thing is worse than i remember. The moment Diana leaves the island with Trevor, it becomes HIS movie. He gets most of the dialogue, the other chars talk more directly to him, etc. And 99% of Diana’s conversations with him are useless rehashing of what we were already told during our time with her on the island. We even see Diana from Trevor’s pov several times. In HER MOVIE. The camera follows him when it should be following what Diana is doing. He constantly acts like her intellectual superior, her keeper. Like he’s always embarrassed she opened her mouth or turned her head wrong, as if she’s a child or “crazy” invalid. The way he RESTRAINS HER the entire time she’s in the presence of the men Trevor reports to. His hands should be cut off. SHE CAN DEFLECT BULLETS AND PUNCH THROUGH STONE. Why does this movie pretend Trevor can overpower her like a normal woman? He can’t even introduce her as his equal or anyone close: she’s his secretary. It has to be a purposeful insult because he was right there when she told Etta her thoughts about the position. She should have shoved her arm through his ribcage.

The movie is not Diana’s again until No Man’s Land. Sadly, she’s kicked to the passenger seat immediately after the sequence. The other men on the team--Chief, Sameer, Charlie--they treat her with new respect as if she’s the leader now. They keep this up the rest of the film and even argue with Trevor on her behalf. But Trevor is dismissive of her again, does the talking, takes over the movie with her as HIS love interest again. She breaks free briefly when Trevor is still a controlling asshole at the gala, but he pops up soon again to mansplain and order her around and make her entire motivation about him.

Meanwhile, Ludendorff treated Maru as an equal the entire time! A VILLAIN. Treated the woman genius working with him better than Trevor treats a GODDESS. So wtf does that make Douchenozzle Trevor? Well. Charred ashes now, thankfully.

[rrrrinmaru]

marius halloween celebration headcanons

Marius’ Costume: The Phantom of the Opera

marius celebrates halloween quite often. the private school he went to when he was younger made a huge fuss about holiday events, so he has pictures of him dressing up since he was seven. he’s also attended university halloween parties, so he really is quite a halloween connoisseur. 

lately, however, he’s been so bogged down by the PAX Group and NXX work that he hasn’t had time to think about halloween and how he’ll celebrate it. 

you’ve thought about it, though. you’ve been dreaming of having matching costumes with him for halloween for a long time. marius could pull off any outfit, but you really want to do couple outfits with him, and immortalise the moment in framed pictures. 

the problem is that you aren’t sure what the couple outfit should be. you know marius wouldn’t mind getting some face paint on him if necessary, so the world is your oyster, but you just can’t make up your mind.

so, in the lead up to halloween, you start asking him vague questions about what he would like to dress up as.

“your thoughts on mario?” you ask casually, barely even looking up from the book you’re holding. play it cool, you think to yourself. mario and princess peach is a classic, but you’re willing to go as luigi to switch it up. 

“the game?” marius hums lightly as he sweeps his gaze across the documents in his hands. “i like it. we should play it sometime. you are talking about mario kart, right?”

i’m talking about halloween costumes, you think wildly to yourself, but make an affirmative noise nonetheless. “who do you like?”

“interesting question,” he says absentmindedly. “bowser.”

your fingers pause on the page. it’s not like bowser and princess peach isn’t possible. you could make it work. then you imagine marius in a bowser outfit. even with a face that handsome, it’s hard to pull the original bowser off. and doing a bowser gijinka is cheating. 

the mario idea is scrapped. you have to resort to other plans. 

as the days go by, your idea list gets shorter and shorter. harley quinn and the joker is an option, but it is certainly An Option. it’s not one you really want to take. having marius dress as the joker is, well, it’s quite a funny thought, but you don’t actually want to see him in a face full of white powder. you thought of wonder woman and steve trevor, but you’re not sure if you’ll be able to pull off her armour well enough. wonder woman doesn’t seem like a beginner’s halloween costume. 

you even thought of a d*sney princess (any princess would do, you were grasping at straws) and her accompanying prince, but it felt like a cop out. you didn’t want to be a generic princess.

and then, one day, marius leans over the back of his sofa and looks you in the eye. 

“jiejie,” he says, curiosity heavy in his voice. “are you thinking of a halloween costume?”

you stare at him, flabbergasted. “... was it obvious?”

“DAVIS told me your search results were all over the place recently,” marius tells you, a charming grin pulling at his lips. “couple outfits, huh?”

you are going to unplug DAVIS. it doesn’t matter that he’s an AI. you’re going to do something drastic. 

“don’t give me that look,” you mutter, turning away to hide your face from embarrassment. 

“aw, jiejie,” he wheedles, coming around to sit next to you. marius reaches out, his arm curving around your waist, and he pulls you into his embrace. he rests his chin on the top of your head, humming lowly as he hugs you. “i think it’s cute.”

“you’re cute,” you say, putting enough inflection behind it that it sounds like an insult, even if the meaning of the words is anything but. “i’m all out of ideas. you would be a terrible joker. and an even worse batman.”

he makes an offended noise. “i could be batman!”

“no,” you say in resignation. “you really couldn’t.” 

“fine. then i’ll be a little devil, and you can be an angel that i pull into hell with me.” marius pulls you up, nosing along the side of your neck, and you nestle into his warmth. “will you let me corrupt you, jiejie?”

“hm...” there’s something familiar about that phrase, but you can’t quite place it. where have you heard something like that before?

“be my angel,” he murmurs into your bare skin, his lips leaving invisible imprints on you. “my angel of—”

you turn around with wide eyes. “marius,” you say urgently. “do you want to be the phantom of the opera?”

he stares at you for a moment, taken aback, then bursts into laughter. “i’ll be anything you want me to be,” marius murmurs, and seals your lips in a kiss. 

==

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[teatin]

Thinking about the gazillion better ways they could’ve handled Steve Trevor coming back:

Scenario #1: Steve is back and reunites with Diana, except throughout the movie, there are tiny hints here and there that things aren’t quite as they seem, i.e. no one other than Diana seems to acknowledge Steve’s presence, or he never seems to talk about anything other than the stuff Diana already knows about him, but she’s too caught up in the thrill of having him back that she ignores it until the hallucination vanishes at the climax of the movie, and that’s the Monkey’s Paw catch of the whole wish ordeal - death is a force not even magic can mess with, the closest thing you can get is a mirage, and it’s comforting, yes, but ultimately false. And it would’ve fit with the whole “truth” theme much better than anything we were given in the actual movie.

Scenario #2: Steve isn’t back at all, except for a scene near the climax where Diana is fighting the Big Bad. Maybe the Big Bad is losing, and they conjure up a hallucination of Steve, meant to distract/emotionally wreck Diana enough to defeat her. Maybe the hallucination repeats the last words Steve said to her, in which case Diana takes the opportunity to say whatever it was that she felt she needed to say but never did, and gets closure, in a weird way. Maybe the hallucination reflects her own perceived guilt and it blames Diana for Steve’s death, but Diana realizes that the real Steve would never do that and snaps out of it. Afterward, she fondly remembers Steve and his unshakeable belief in her, and gets that extra boost to be more active in her superhero duties or whatever.

Scenario #3, The Most Ridiculous of Them All, But Hey, Dreaming is Free: During the final battle with the Big Bad, Diana loses (temporarily). Maybe the Big Bad got their hands on a powerful MacGuffin and it’s too much for Diana to handle. Maybe it’s not her best day and the Big Bad is just Too Darn Prepared. Maybe too much bullcrap has been weighing her down. Whatever the reason, Diana is losing the will to fight, and maybe the will to live. Hell, if you want the extra melodrama, maybe the Big Bad even manages to fatally wound Diana somehow, and she goes to some version of pre-afterlife and sees Steve. You could even recycle bits of the bed scene from the actual movie for this, with them talking about never wanting to leave, but Steve reminds her that she still has to fight, and it’s not her time yet. You could even recycle his “I’ll always love you, no matter where I am” line. Diana gets to say I love you back before she is pulled back into reality with renewed strength and proceeds to kick the Big Bad’s ass. Or you could make it so that she wakes up in bed with Steve in Veld, and the rest of the scene would play out the same.

Scenario #4: Everything is the same as the actual movie except Steve is actually back, not back-but-possessing-a-random-guy (literally why), and there are no hints or indications that Diana has been living an isolated life with no friends and doesn’t even go on dates, because what the actual fuck was up with that. Seriously, the bar is in hell at this point.

These are all alternatives that I brainstormed up in 10 minutes. Hire me to fix your scripts, DC. Hell, I’d even do it for free.

[afteriwake]

Mnemosyne Incarnate

This is my entry for Wondertrev Secret Santa 2021, for @mhysa-daenerystargaryen! My apologies that I posted it late; I just got it back and I hope I posted it to the right AO3 user. But please enjoy!

Mnemosyne Incarnate - Steve comes back from Heaven with a second chance and the gift of storytelling from the Old Gods...a gift he puts to good use. 

READ @ AO3

He would walk through Hell for her.

Not that he ended up there after he died; Heaven was a lovely place, but it didn’t have Diana and that made it a place he didn’t want to be. And he’d found others who felt the same, who passed stories of a schism between Heaven and Earth where Others dwelt. Others that could send a soul back to Earth, but usually never the same way it had arrived in Heaven. Only the lucky few got sent back to when and where they had been taken from the mortal plane.

And Steve Trevor was bound and determined to be one of those lucky few.

So he walked through Heaven instead of Hell to where the Others dwelt. The journey was long and hard; Heaven was a vast place with many inhabitants, many stories to hear, many stories to tell. He stopped being Steve Trevor after a while and became The Storyteller, passing along stories of those he had met and, slowly, forgetting his own story.

When he made it to the schism, he found the Others, old Gods and Goddesses who had lost their followers and withered away to almost nothing. And he entertained them with stories, each one plucked from his mind until the last story to tell was his own, so small now and so withered he almost lost it. But once he started to tell his story he slowly shed the skin of the Storyteller and became Steve Trevor again, whole and hale, for better or for worse.

The Others were kind, sending him into the time it was now; Diana was basically one of them, though she had no need of worship, and she would be around for time eternal. He had spent decades upon decades walking to them; if they sent him back to the war his Diana would have lived long past then, and there was always the chance he would die sooner rather than later. Sending him to the present seemed the kindest thing to do, and to give him a matching lifespan to his love was only appropriate.

   ---  

“And that’s how I came back,” he said, running his hand along her arm as they spooned together in bed. “It was a gift from Gods long passed.”

“There is much to be said for the power of storytelling,” Diana said, shutting her eyes. The story had been long, and it had been told in Steve’s comforting voice, and now she was relaxed and sleepy and sated. Knowing he was back here with her for the rest of time. She wouldn’t have to go through this journey in life alone, at least for now.

“I wish I remembered the stories I learned,” Steve said. “I could find the people who were related to them, tell them things.”

“Maybe they’ll come to you in dreams,” Diana said. “The gift of prophecy might be another gift the Old Gods gave you.”

“Maybe,” he said, settling down next to her, pressing a kiss into her hair. “Maybe.”

   ---  

The first story, as Diana had surmised it would, came back to him in a dream. He’d learned so many, more than any one man with a normal lifespan could dream in one lifetime.

But he had immortality. He had lifetimes of lifetimes.

He started writing them down, filling up scraps of paper and post-its and eventually notebooks and journals. He didn’t always remember every detail when he woke up, but he remembered enough to start finding the people who knew those whose stories he carried, with Diana’s help. It was like a puzzle, with bits and pieces coming to him in dream after dream. Sometimes the whole story would come in a wave, all in one night; other times it would come in bits and pieces, over many days. But whatever he remembered was written down, and in between her forays into crime-fighting and her work with the museum, Diana would help him locate those who the stories affected. Children, spouses, grandchildren, friends...so many people needed to hear these stories.

The gift of Mnemosyne, Diana told him he had. He thought of it as a gift, a way that he could connect with his experience in Heaven and his trek to the schism to be given this second chance with the actual second chance he was given. And it was a gift he planned on making the most of. Not one he would monetize, not ever, but one he would use to make the world a better place. If he could get these stories into the hands of those who needed them, those that were a part of them in some small way and needed closure or assurance that their loved ones were happy, then he was doing the work the older gods had intended.

   ---  

Eventually, many years down the line, the stories slowed. Some nights he would go without a dream, some nights he would find the memories stretching so the story took days, and then most likely intended person was long since deceased. He was still able to find people who needed the stories, but not the ones he thought needed them the most.

Diana said that the stories were important. They were important historical stories, she said, and they should be recorded in some annals somewhere. Word had caught on of his gift and Steve had fans and followers, not that he needed to be treated like a god or a celebrity. But she was right; these stories needed to be saved and shared. So he took the papers he’d collected over the years and used the new technology of the time to start reading the papers. The stories he’d told loved ones became recorded as verbal anthologies over time, and when he was done the stories were shared with museums and historians to make with what they would.

When the dreams stopped completely, he knew it was time to retire from the limelight that the stories had given him, settle into a life with Diana where the only stories he told were ones they made together, and when that was done...well, he didn’t want to think so far in the future, but it was a future with Diana, a second chance gifted by long-forgotten Gods and Goddesses, and all was right with the world by him.

[lgbtyrus]

Live notes to "Whatever Happens" because I turned 21 and a children's show is eating me alive

-i'm not even going to comment on the juke. I essentially died. Too much for my little Leo Venus heart during Leo season

-Bus boy Luke! Bus boy Luke! Bus boy Luke!

-Bobby putting his hand reassuringly on Luke's shoulder...

-"My mom and I had unfinished business" Not the mommy issues -sigh-

-Julie telling her mom "I just like listening to you, that's all." I can't do this y'all. I can't. I'm not strong enough I'm really not.

-I don't think Julie got to have a quinceñera I'm going to punch a wall right now

-Rock n Roll grave yard

-Rose and Bobby confirmed exes or??

-"Find Tía some loungewear." She does pilates now ;-;

-"But I wasn't in a rush. We had time." :\

-"dampen the brightness of Alex's smile" Luke loves him so much I'm going to cry

-Either this author had a hardcore emo phase when she was younger or she just did a Google search. No in between

-not the red sock

-HELLA! THEY SAID HELLA!

-Alex has a sister everybody. I can stop reading the book now.

-Not Mr. Mercer wanting to be homophobic twinsies with Luke's parents

-Alex's dad on his pink shirt... I was about to write an essay on Alex and masculinity earlier this week and I definitely am now

-Them never giving us Reggie is very... Weird to me. I'm scared they'll never give him depth.

-Flynn Thee Stallion

-Flynn having hippie parents makes me so happy?? Like I'm overwhelmed with joy for her

-Julie is a Selena Stan confirmed

-Season 3 is Julie and the boys standing outside the jail for Yolanda

-I'm sorry but Luke telling his mom I hate you is the whitest thing from this entire show lmao

-I KNEW Bobby and Luke had been friends longer. I felt that in my SOUL!!!

-"mom issues" should've just said mommy issues Candace you were already there ma'am

-The way I predicted an Acts of Service love language for Bobby last month :P

-REGGIE!!!

-REGGIE LITTLE BROTHER STEVE

-The way I also predicted Bobby n a van

-i don't think they thought through Flynn being a presented as a capitalism baby with sustainable parents lmao it doesn't add up. I still love this entire family though they can't rip them away from me

-i just know Flynn is low-key malnourished

-BLACK JESUS!!!! PLEASE Y'ALL I CAN'T DO THIS

-"Reggie liked to sit next to Alex so he could bug him." this is the cutest line in the whole book

-God this unravels so much of Bobby with just one sentence of his mom ignoring him for his brothers. Do all these kids have mommy issues????

-Luke tackling Bobby... I have thoughts

-Wait I also talked about Luke and Bobby wrestling sksksk did Miss Candace read my fanfiction???

-Rose is a cancer sun virgo rising confirmed

-WAIT DJFNSJSKSK LIKE THE HOROSCOPE SIGN

-Okay I take the Reggie thing back

-The way they make Reggie talk about girls so much is starting to make me think he doesn't like girls

-Thinking about a little boy named Steve all dressed in black getting all of his saved up allowance to buy every magazine that his big brother was in right off the stands

-BOBBYYYYYY

-Nah. Bobby feeling apart from them. Nah. Can't do this right now. Not all at once.

-Virgo Alex with Pisces moon confirmed

-Bobby talking about Luke is kind of gay ngl

-I think this will definitely complicate the Bobby thing in the show. An excuse of "I wanted to keep your legacy alive which is why I recorded your songs" type of thing

-Casio watch

-Is this foreshadowing that Bobby is going to hell or...

-Trevor ;-;

-Flynn and Julie's mom were friends I'm going to chew cement

-Kenny Ortega is definitely a perfectionist because he projects this into all of his characters lmfao

-The contrast between Flynn waiting for Julie to make a decision versus Bobby AKA Carrie's dad wanting to make it for Luke.... Inch resting

-Ray being a cheap Hispanic father. Now THIS! THIS is representation.

-Rose being Julie's person....... I think this killed me. I died a few chapters back but this? This finished me off

-"I like you, too." Anyone find Miss Candace's AO3 yet??

Okay. Yeah. I finished it and I'm just ... I would like another book now please 😭

[cosmicraysandstuff]

Wonder Woman 84 Review

The more I think about this movie, (and the more I read re: comments and articles), the more I realize that I honestly don’t like this film - especially in regards to what I liked about the first movie. I was expecting to being possibly disappointed, but I didn’t expect to be so uncomfortable and upset at certain scenes in the sequel. 

The best parts for me included Pedro Pascal and his portrayal of Maxwell Lord. It wasn’t perfect, (per the writing), but Pedro acted his ass off and held my attention the most when I was watching.

Things I Didn't Like:

- The lack of build-up with the friendship between Diana and Barbara. I loved their initial meeting and their conversation over dinner. I was also convinced that Barbara had a crush on Diana and wonder how different/better the movie might’ve been, if they had gone in that romantic direction instead. But, besides these initial moments, it’s frustrating how nothing else is properly developed between the two women. I believe that if it had, then their subsequent fights in the movie, (especially the final one with Barbara as Cheetah), would’ve held more emotional weight. As it is, I didn’t really understand why Barbara/Cheetah was even included as a villain in this film, (as opposed to Maxwell Lord, we also don’t find out much about Barbara’s background either, which is a major issue for me too).

- Why was it necessary to have a Middle Eastern, (I’m not sure what their ethnicity was supposed to be, so please correct me if anyone knows), character wish for nuclear weapons? Why was it necessary for an English woman in the 80s wishing for all Irish people to be rounded up and returned to Ireland, (especially when the Troubles were still going on)? Why was it necessary to have the Mayan civilization be apparently destroyed by the wishing stone? Why was it necessary to have a wall built in the middle of an Egyptian city, cutting off the water supply from most of the population? In addition, this is supposedly based in DC in 1984, a city with a mostly black population, and experiencing various crime waves at the time. Why wasn’t Wonder Woman helping with any of that? Why wasn’t this addressed? Otherwise, they could’ve placed this film in any other place, including a made-up comic book city. 

The racism and Islamophobia in this movie was fucked up in so many ways and the more I think about certain scenes, it sours whatever good elements were included.

- The lack of consent with Steve taking over the random guy’s body, (the fact that we never learn the guy’s name says a lot too). Why was this necessary? The Macguffin in this movie is a fucking wishing stone and thus the screenwriters could’ve written Steve coming back from the dead in his own body. They didn’t need to use another person’s body, thus taking away that guy’s ability to consent. This is especially gross, since Steve and Diana do sleep  together, in addition to Steve participating in various fights. Then, when Steve goes back to wherever he came from, that poor guy is just left in the street, in the middle of a riot. I just..WTF?! I like Chris Pine’s and Gal Gadot’s chemistry and loved their relationship so much in the first movie, so this aspect of the sequel was so frustrating and messed up.

- The ending was super anti-climactic for me. Again, we’re dealing with a fucking wishing stone and they could’ve wrapped this movie up in so many different ways. Instead, they had Diana speaking to the world, via her lasso, and somehow convinces everyone who has made a wish to renounce it. I’m usually a sucker for the hopeful, empowering, “end of the movie”, kind of speech that Diana gives during those final scenes, but it just didn’t resonate with me at all this time. It felt empty to me and, honestly? The reality of everyone renouncing their wishes is unlikely and I don’t know why Diana just didn’t have Max Lord wish to have never made his initial wish in the first place. 

Things I Did Like:

- Pedro Pascal and his performance as Maxwell Lord. I didn’t agree with all of the writing/characterization for ML, but Pedro Pascal acted the hell out of every damn scene and made me believe in his character. I cringed at times, was pissed off at him at times, felt sympathy for him at times, and ultimately, cried during the final scenes with his son. It was all Pedro, I swear though. He was all in and that worked best for this type of comic book type villain. His scenes were among my favorite to watch.

- Though she didn’t have a extensive background/characterization, I did like Barbara and the potential her character had. Kristin Wiig did a great job portraying Barbara, especially as a contrast to Diana. I know we were supposed to side with Diana in a lot of those scenes, but, honestly? From a human/emotional perspective, Barbara was a hell of a lot more relatable.

- Chris Pine can still bring the charisma as Steve Trevor and he did the best he could in his scenes. He and Gal Gadot do still have a lot of chemistry, but the fact that Steve was in another dude’s body made things squicky for me at times. Though, I will admit, I did cry when they said their final goodbye. *sigh*

- The Wonder Woman flying scene and the Themyscira competition at the beginning of the film were lovely to watch and I wish the elements in those scenes had been used more in the rest of the movie.

[sherrybaby14]

Merry Christmas Santa

Summary:  You’re at a Christmas party when Santa pays you a bit too much attention.

Pairing:  Steve Rogers x Reader

Words:  2500

Warnings:  Smut, Christmas/Santa! Kink, Noncon (But turns to dubcon), Please do not read if this offends you, groping, alcohol.  

A/N:  Here is the request, but I changed it quite a bit.  Hope you still enjoy!  Hmm 🤔 I know you did a secret Santa fic with tony, how about one where Steve or Bucky kidnapping a kind hearted virgin Y/N where she is doing a Christmas charity or something to do with outside Santa ringing bells and stuff, I forgot that name. Or they disguise themselves as Santa 🎅.

The office Christmas party was your least favorite event of the year.  It was always at the end of the work day and you were obligated to stay late.  It seemed to you if they really wanted to make it a party it would be on company time, not personal.  

Of course Stark Industry had too many employees to have one giant one. Sure the up-and-ups had a fancy gala with champagne, but for the rest of you it was handles of vodka and boxed cookies for a few hours at the end of a random Friday in December.  

“Can you believe that clown is running for re-election?”  Your coworker had already hit the vodka a bit too hard if he was brining up politics.  

“No.” You didn’t know which politician he was talking about and really didn’t care either.  

“Ho, ho, ho!” A new voice filled the room.  “Merry Christmas.”

Your coworker opened his mouth to continue talking, but you’d never been more grateful for the interruption and weren’t about to waste it.

“Santa!”  You walked toward the person in the red costume.  

“The one and only.”  The Santa Claus was tall, his belly fake, you scanned the are to see if one of your coworkers was missing, but all looked accounted for.  “Have you been a good girl this year?”  

You were a bit put off by the tone of his voice.  The way he said good girl, it was almost too inquisitive.  

“Ray, did you hire a Santa?”  Another coworker asked your boss.  

“I can’t say I did.”  Your boss shrugged.  “Who sent you Santa?”  

“Why, the reindeer brought me here of course.”  The Santa costume looked expensive, much more grand than a department store.  

The white beard and wig covered most of the man’s face.  All you could see were the eyes.  Bright blue, and a bit familiar.  

“And I brought presents, for all you good girls and boys.”  The Santa looked you in the eye and gave a wink as he set down a sack on the floor.  “Santa can’t take the credit for these though.  Mr. Stark wanted to make sure his employees enjoyed their parties this year.”  

“Tony…Tony Stark?”  Your boss about fell over.  “He, he hired a Santa to come to our Christmas party?”  

There was probably ten, if not more, pay grades between your boss and Tony Stark.  Even he wasn’t high enough to get invited to that fancy gala party.  

“He heard about the wonderful work you’ve done this year.”  Santa reached into his bag and started handing out wrapped presents.  “And wanted to share his appreciation.  He wishes he could be here himself, but duty calls.”

This Christmas party was getting interesting.  Even more so when it became apparent the presents were addressed to people by name.  There were thirty-four people in your area.  

“Trevor this one is for you.”  Your coworker Joan read the tag.  “Pete?”

Others started to pass out the gifts as well.  You leaned against the wall, curious what was in store for you.  

“I believe is for you miss.”  Santa held out a small gift.  

You were hesitant to take it, but did.  

“How did you know my name?”  You tried to get a harder look at the Santa, but the beard and wig were too grand to really see anything but those stunning eyes.  

“Well Santa knows all the names of his good girls.”  He gave a wink.  “And you have been a good girl this year.  I picked this out special for you.”

Your heart raced as you looked away, feeling a warmth come to your face.  You had to know this Santa impersonator,  he seemed to know you.  

“This is…this hasn’t come out yet.”  Your co-worker held up the newest top-of-the-line phone.  “Holy shit, this thing is like two grand.”

“Language around Santa please.”  The red suited man spoke with a stern voice.

“Right, sorry Santa.”  He went back to his new gadget.  

You watched the rest of your co-workers shred through the wrapping paper, displaying tech gadget after tech gadget.  Many got the same thing, phones, watches, tablets, ear buds.  Some even got VR simulators you’d never heard of.  

Christmas was going to be spent alone this year.  You didn’t expect any gifts and decided to wait until Christmas morning to open yours.   Based on the box size it was a phone, but it was still worth having some surprise on that special day.  

You walked over to your office and tucked the package in your desk drawer.  Maybe this Christmas party wasn’t so terrible after all.

~~

The gifts lightened everyone mood.  Nobody was talking politics, the punch flew down people’s mouths, even some started to dance.  It felt more like a real party and not an office forced affair.  

Santa stayed.  He set up a chair and people took turns taking photographs and sitting on his lap.  You kept your distance at first, but after he’d been there for an hour or so people lost interest in him.  Drunken coworkers started playing games and he fizzled into the background.

You glanced over at him.  He raised a white glove and hailed for you.  You glanced to both sides to make sure he wasn’t signaling to someone else.   Santa nodded and continued to wave.   You didn’t want to talk to him, but he had just delivered you a present.  Besides, you didn’t want to appear rude.  

So you strutted over to the man.  He tapped his spread thigh, wanting you to sit down.  

“I think I’m a little old for Santa’s lap.”  Through the red suit you could see he was muscular.  No where close to having a Santa body.

“Nonsense.”  He grabbed your wrist and tugged you forward.  

His strength shocked you as you tripped falling into him.  He twisted your body so you were sitting on his lap, pressed to his chest.  

The movement shocked you too much to respond.  You looked around to see if anyone was going to come to your rescue, but not a single person at the party noticed.

“That’s a good girl.”  Santa let go of your wrist and wrapped his arm around your waist.  “Now tell Santa what you want for Christmas.”  

“What the hell man.”  You tried to stand, but he was strong.  Unnaturally so.  

“Santa doesn’t appreciate that language.”  He waved a finger in front of your face.  “If you keep that up I’ll put you on my lap in another position.”  

Your mouth dropped and eyes widened at his innuendo.  Who the fuck was this guy?  Before you could say anything his hand was on your chin.

“Leave those lips parted and Santa will have to slide something in between.”  He dropped the Santa accent, you recognized the voice but couldn’t place it.  “Did you like your toy?”

“I didn’t open it.”  You didn’t understand why you were answering and not slapping the man.  

“That’s disappointing.”  He shook his head.  “I was hoping you would play with it tonight.  I’d love to see that look of joy it brings you.”  

Something was very wrong.  The Santa peered at you with a Devilish glare in his eyes.  You pulled away, and to your surprise you fell out of his lap.  Landing on the floor with a thud.  

“Whoa, ho, ho.”  Santa grabbed your elbow and guided you to your feet.  “Are you alright miss?”  

You glanced around at your office.  Nobody seemed to notice anything was off.  That made you more uneasy.  

“Hey Santa!”  A drunken colleague grabbed the man’s hand.  “Dance with us.”

The red suited man was whisked away and you decided now was the time to leave.  Maybe you were overreacting, maybe it was harmless.  But he did make a spanking threat?  Was he doing that to everyone?  The way his arm was on your hip, it was too tight.  Someone would’ve spoken up.  

You arrived at your office and shut the door behind you. You reached in the drawer, pulling out the present.  It felt more sinister now, not the Christmas surprise you were hopeful for.  

There was bit of a shake to your hand as you ripped off the paper, dreading what was inside.  When you saw the box cover of the phone all the tension you were holding in left your shoulders.  You began to laugh as your head fell forward.  Paranoid much?  

Maybe you had too much to drink and fell into the Santa’s lap.  Maybe he was just being friendly.  

“Get it together.”  You stood up from your desk and grabbed your purse from the drawer.  It was time to head home.  

You picked up the new phone ready to slide it into your bag when you noticed the clear wrapping was missing, the box already open.  You shook at it until the strong cardboard parted enough you could pry them apart.  

It wasn’t a phone.  Instead there was a little velvet bag, where the electronic should be.  You picked it up and pulled the string open, then dipped your fingers inside to pull out a silicone toy.  There was a button you pressed down and the thing let out an almost silent buzz.  

You gasped and dropped the item onto your desk,  it vibrated around the top mocking you.  

“What the fuck?”  That was a sex toy.  You were certain it was some sort of clit stimulator.  Pink and dancing around your desk.  

Then the door to your office opened and a red suited stranger walked in, shutting it behind him.  

“Is this some kind of sick prank?”  You walked around the desk ready to slap the man.  “I’m calling security.”

“Do that and I’ll show them all the recordings I have of you masturbating at your desk, during work hours.”  Santa pulled off his hat and wig.  “You put on quite a show.”  

“What?  I…I…” Your world started to tumble down.  

Sometimes you got bored, it broke up the day.  So what, you shut the door for a few minutes, read some erotica, then went back to work.  Recordings?  You looked around for a camera.  

“I told Tony to tighten security.”  The bead vanished and your jaw hung open.  “I was doing a routine check on random points and oh my, did I get to see the sweetest vision.”  

“You’re….you’re…” You lifted a finger to point.  

“I love the way your words get confused when you get excited.”  He grabbed the top of his Santa suit and yanked it over his head.  

Rippling muscles showed as the fake belly vanished.  You fell against your desk as he began pulling off his boots.

“I caught you the first time this summer, and like a drug I kept coming back.”  He continued to strip.  “You’ve been the highlight of my day for months.  Sometimes, when you go for two, I joint you.  Stroking my cock while I watch your face twist, the way you bite back those moans, hand between your legs.  I’ve wanted to come assist so many times.”  

A mix of shame, embarrassment, and heat flooded your body.  You crossed your legs as a reaction.

“Oh no.”  Steve Rogers stepped forward.  “Don’t be shy. I finally get an in person view.”

Even if you wanted to keep them shut you were no match for the super soldier who parted you with ease.  His hands went to your waist and he yanked off your bottoms, leaving you on the desk in your panties.  

“That is gorgeous.”  His hand reached out and cupped your sex.  “Already getting wet for me.”

“What?”  That last line seemed to snap you back to reality.  “Is this some sick joke?”  

You brought your hands to his chest and tried to push away but he was like a wall.  

“This is one hundred percent real.”  He began rubbing his palm up and down your sex as he loomed over you, his mouth finding your neck.  “I wanted to make an entrance.”

“No.” You shoved harder and tried to bend your neck to block him.  “I don’t…are you blackmailing me?”

“Does it matter?”  He bit down and dragged his teeth, rubbing you harder through your panties.  “You don’t like your toy?”  

“No!”  You tried to crawl away across your desk.  “I don’t like any of this.”  

“Come on now.” Steve laughed. “Remember, be a good girl for Santa.  Do I need to put the beard back on?”

“NO!”  Did you just agree to something?  You liked Christmas, but the idea of a full Santa suit was worse than a nude Captain.  

He raised himself off of you, a beautiful grin on his flawless face.  He grabbed the still vibrating toy and made a fist around it.  

“Take those off.”  He nodded to your underwear and walked around your desk, spinning you on the top in the process.  He pulled down his pants, a monster cock popping forward.  “And sit on Santa’s lap.  I’ll make sure you enjoy your gift.”  

A whimper left your lips.  You wanted to, part of your brain screamed at you this was wrong.  He was forcing you, what option did you have.  But there was a tingle in your core from his hand vanishing.  

“Do you need Santa’s help again?”  He leered down at you.

You started to nod.  He popped the toy in his mouth, the vision made you blink, part of you wishing he would slap you to prove this was real.  Then he tugged off your panties and lifted you in the air.  

You were straddling him as he lined up with your entrance.

“I promise, this will feel much better than your fingers.”  He moved the toy to the side of his mouth as he began pressing you down.

You bit back the moan as he stretched you.  It had been so long, and he was by far the largest you had taken.  Your hands went to his shoulders as your thighs quaked, being filled by the gorgeous man.  

It started to hurt and you winced.  He was getting too deep.  You didn’t think you could take any more.  A glance down told you there was at least an inch more.  

“Here’s where this comes in handy.”  Steve removed the toy from his mouth and brought it to your clit.

There was no holding back the cry as you fell forward, impaling yourself on him deeper than you would’ve thought possible as your bundle of nerves was stroke with the amazing sensation.   You hoped nobody heard you, the Christmas music blaring in the background.  

“Oh that’s a good girl.”  Steve began toying with the vibrator, moving it away from your body to make you arch your back and rock against him.  “Doesn’t that feel good?”

“Yes.”  It came out like a breathy whimper as you rode his massive dick.  “So good.”  

Your nipples went rock hard and you wanted your shirt off, to feel skin against skin, but you were beyond making any requests.  You felt every part of him inside of you, the velvet smoothness, the overstuffed feeling.  But his movements with the toy.  They were making you break out in a sweat.

“Cum for Santa.”  Steve pressed hard against you, making you whine.  “Cum for me.”  

The command made your body unfold before you were ready.  As if the orgasm had been building for hours and appeared out of nowhere at the exact same time.  You convulsed and shook, making unintelligible noises as you fell apart around him.  

“That’s the best gift, that look on your face in person.”  Steve licked his lips as you tried to focus.  “Merry Christmas to me.”  

[onthesandsofdreams]

The Auction

Fandom: Wonder Woman (movies) Pairing: Diana x Steve Rating: T Summary:  It was then that her eyes widened as she realized why Steve had asked her to come and asked for help. Steve was quite popular and he would be fought over, so she braced herself for some competition and she also mentally prepared herself to make sure she asked Steve out for a date after all of this was over, it was now or never. Words: 863 Notes: Highschool AU. Pre-Relationship Tagging: @flashfictionfridayofficial & @mousedetective​ & @steventrevor​

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Diana walks into the school gym filled with determination.

Steve had not said much, he only said that he needed her help and that if she helped him, he would pay her back. She had not understood much, but he couldn’t say much.

And today there was a food fair with some events in an effort to raise some money for a school trip. She looked around looking for Steve, but she couldn’t find him anywhere. So, she opted for some food and proceeded to watch the band that was playing.

She wondered for an hour before the cheerleader captain went up the stage, took a hold of the microphone and called for people’s attention. “Now ladies and gentlemen, we have arrived to our main attraction, the win a date with a member of our football team!”

It was then that her eyes widened as she realized why Steve had asked her to come and asked for help. Steve was quite popular and he would be fought over, so she braced herself for some competition and she also mentally prepared herself to make sure she asked Steve out for a date after all of this was over, it was now or never.

“Our first man, is none other than Steve Trevor!” The cheerleader captain announced and Steve went on the stage, a smile on his face, but she knew Steve well enough to see the slight panic on his face. “All of our auctions start at ten dollars… so do we have ten?”

She immediate raised her hand and yelled, “Ten!” She never took her eyes from Steve and she watched as he turned to her and beamed at her in what she knew was gratitude.

“Fifteen!” Someone yelled.

She rolled her shoulders, she was not going down without a fight. “Twenty!”

A beat of silence, broken with a “Thirty!”

“And we have thirty for Steve, anyone else wants to go higher?” The cheerleader captain did her best to nudge the people there.

“Forty!” She called, she was willing to go as high as she could to prevent Steve to end up with someone else.

“Fifty!”

“Sixty!”

“Seventy!”

“Eighty!”

“Ninety!”

She gritted her teeth, the other girl was not backing down, but neither would she. She wanted a date, fine, but she would have to go over her head. “Hundred and ten!” There, she took a big leap. Now she could only hope the other girl would not…

“Hundred and twenty!”

Damn it. “Hundred and forty!” She. Was. No. Going. Down. No way in hell. She’s the one winning that auction, for both a way to finally going on a date with Steve and to help him too.

“Hundred and fifty!”

She took in a deep breath, closed her eyes. It was time to put win this sucker. “Two hundred!” As soon as she spoke, she heard people around her gasp and beginning to whisper among themselves. She didn’t care. She would do whatever it took. And she was thankful that she had a savings account to cover this little fight.

“Two hundred and ten!”

Oh hell no. “Two hundred and fifty.”

Silence fell as soon as she spoke. Good, now to hope that the other girl would not raise the stakes. But the silence grew and she allowed herself to release the breath she didn’t know she was holding.

“Two hundred and fifty for Steve Trevor going once… going twice… going thrice! And Steve Trevor goes to Diana Prince!”

She could have sword her soul returned to her body. All around her, people were whispering, but she didn’t care, she had managed to get Steve, that was all that mattered. And the auction continued with the rest of the team, but she no longer cared.

***

It wasn’t until much later, that Steve was able to speak with her. “My hero!” He said as he bowed to her as he would someone from royalty. Then grew serious, “No, but seriously, thank you Diana, I owe you. I can give you back the two fifty.”

She did her best to prevent a blush, but she couldn’t quite succeed, because she could feel the tell-tale sign of warm cheeks. “No, you don’t have to. It’s fine. I’m glad that I helped.”

Steve looked at her for a moment, then grinned. “So, since we have a date, how about this Saturday?”

“It works for me,” She nodded. “Do I need something?”

Steve winked at her. “Other than comfortable shoes, nothing. But if I think of something, I’ll let you know.”

She smiled, her heart was beating loud in her chest. “Okay, sounds like a plan.”

“Yep, I’ll tell you the hour. But right now, I have to run.”

She did her best to mask her disappointment. “Right, you still have stuff to do, see you soon.”

Steve surprised her by taking her hand and then placed a kiss on the back of it. “See you soon Diana.” And then he let go of her hand, but he winked at her again and rushed towards the opposite direction.

She watched him go, and then cradled her hand. “Oh boy,” she spoke to herself. “I really liked him.”

[crackinwise]

SOMEONE ACTUALLY WROTE IT!

Indeed, some of our most interesting insights into Diana come from dynamics the film has trouble finding enough time to fully explore: her complex relationship with her stern mother Queen Hippolyta; her bemused confusion over the bumbling Etta Candy; her compassion for shellshocked Charlie; her empathy for Chief; her love of everyday human things; her aforementioned admiration for Antiope. All of that takes a backseat each time the film returns, like clockwork, to the Diana/Steve dynamic. If that sounds like an exaggeration, consider this: We get not one, but three separate, water-adjacent scenes establishing their awkward but flirty banter—one of which takes place almost immediately after Antiope dies.

I seriously don’t blame Heinberg; this is all on Snyder and Fuchs. Heinberg has proven years ago he knows how to balance a full co-ed ensemble and write couples organically. This, meanwhile, was the same bs we’ve slogged thru in other Snyder works.

[random-imagines-blog]

Holding On {Diana Prince x Reader Oneshot}

Wordcount: 2380 Requested by: Anonymous Summary: After Steve’s miraculous comeback, you start to worry about your own relationship with Diana.

And there he was. As handsome as his pictures had showed, Steve Trevor received quite a bit of attention from the females in the room, though only you and Diana knew who he truly was. “Steve,” Diana said, wrapping her arms around her lost love. You knew that you had lost. The time that you had spent with Diana was over, and she was going to go back to him. Standing still was hard when you were trembling from all of the conflicting emotions going through your brain. You were happy for Diana, because you knew that she had missed him for many years - nearly four decades had passed since she had fought Ares and lost him. You were confused at how he could be here, with a youthful glow, rather than the old veteran that he should be. And you were sinking into the pits of depression, feeling your heart break in two as the woman that you had grown to love looked at someone else with such affection, it was as if you didn’t exist. You didn’t blame her, of course. If someone that you loved came back from the dead, you’d be ecstatic too. But that didn’t help you very much at that moment.

“Excuse me,” You said, though you figured that no one was listening. You stooped only to put your glass of champagne onto a table, then turned on your heel and left the room silently, fighting back the tears that were attempting to spill. Once you were out of the main room, you went to stand against a wall, not yet wanting to go into the French air. Paris was a terrible place to be unless one was in love. Couples were everywhere, and romance covered the streets. The bridge of locks, the Eiffel tower, Notre Dame, all echoing love stories that hurt one’s ears if they had nobody to listen to it with.

You stood there alone for a couple of minutes, gathering your thoughts. Yes, it would be best just to rip the bandaid off quickly, don’t you think? Steve and Diana - if he came back, then surely it was meant to be. There was some greater purpose at hand, and God was playing the puppeteer, breaking his own rules to bring back a man from the grave. How could you compete with a handsome pilot from the second world war?

You left the building, just barely missing Diana leaving the room and looking for you where you had been lingering. She could smell your perfume, but it trailed out of the building, just as you had, and she looked towards the door with a sadness you would not have wanted to see.

-

You had shared a home with Diana. A beautiful, old Parisian townhome, three stories in the historic quarter, not too far from the Louve so she could walk or bike to work, depending on her mood. You could walk around and examine the beautiful architecture anytime that you wanted, so you thought it was perfect, even if it wasn’t all too close to where you were working. You’d commute for hours if it meant that you could stay with the wonderful woman. The walk home now was actually quite calming, considering what you had just went through. The cool air dried the tears away before you made it to your front door. Once you were there, you took a deep breath, brought out your keys, and unlocked the door.

Should you pack your things now, so that Diana won’t feel awkward when she comes home? You didn’t have much time to think about it, but your mind could not comprehend the idea of leaving this house. This front door that you closed behind you, where you and Diana had a hell of a time trying to get the brand new, King sized mattress through. The couch in the living room in front of you that you had found a great deal for at a furniture store and Diana managed to haggle the price even lower. The lamp that you broke during a rather intense makeout session and attempted to fix but still leaned a little to the left.

There was a noise behind you as a key entered the lock of the door. You stepped away from it, a couple of tentative steps so that you wouldn’t get hit, and then the door slowly swung open to reveal Diana. You couldn’t read the expression on her face as she stepped inside, but she was definitely looking at you, peering through the dark. After a moment, she flicked the lightswitch, and the chandelier in the entryway shone right above you.

“You left without saying a thing,” She said, frowning. “What is wrong?”

“You should have stayed there with Steve longer. I didn’t want to interrupt anything.”

“It is the craziest thing,” Diana said, coming up beside you. And as if everything was normal, she leaned slightly against your shoulder to pull her shoes off. “Seeing him after all this time,” She sighed, letting her heels fall to the floor with a clack. “It makes me feel like there is a war to fight again - it is not a good feeling.”

“What are you doing home, Diana?” You asked, once her weight was off of you. “I thought you’d want to be, I don’t know, wherever he is.”

“I think I have the right to come to my own home,” She said, annoyance crossing her perfect features. “What is wrong with you? You leave without saying goodbye, you question why I am here. So tell me - I really want to know.”

“I should think it perfectly clear.” You said, crossing your arms in front of your body. You felt insecure, you felt angry that she was forcing you to say this all outloud. “Your old love is back. It’s ... it’s everything that you wanted. Your dream come true. And now I’m just standing in the way of it so I’m putting myself out of the equation.”

You stepped past her and went towards the stairs, making your way up with the intention of packing your bags. “Y/N-” Diana started to say in that no nonsense tone of hers, but you interrupted.

“I know you cared for me, I’m not doubting that, I’m just trying to make this easier for you. Your heart has always, always preferred Steve.” You wiped the tears off of your face as you walked into the bedroom. Diana was following you, not saying anything now. “Maybe I was born in the wrong time. Maybe in the next life, but knowing my luck, my current self will pop in there and ruin everything,” You laughed to yourself, though you didn’t find it funny. “I love you, Diana, and I don’t want you to feel like you have to make a choice, which is why I’ll go. You and Steve can be together and save the world again or whatever it is that you two do together.”

“You are being ridiculous,” Diana stepped forward. She stopped you from getting your suitcase out from the closet, and slid it back in with ease. “I do not feel like I have to choose. I want you to meet him.”

“He’s your first love, you’ve told me that,” You said, frowning at the suitcase. It was barely occurring to you that Diana was trying to stop you from leaving. You were so caught up in your own thoughts. “But you found love again and that gives me a bit of hope, you know? Not that I think I’ll be dating any time soon because honestly, you were too incredible to be real and it’s not as if I’ll find anyone else like you-”

Diana cut you off with a kiss to your lips. It was as if your mind was a bubble and it had burst from that quick action. “- Was that a goodbye kiss?” You questioned, not sure of yourself.

“I think you need to sit down and have some water.” She pressed her hand to your shoulder and guided you to the bed, forcing you to sit down. You did so, and remained there while she went into the bathroom and filled up the mouthrinse cup with cool water. “Listen to me. It was amazing to see Steve again. And he was my first love.”

“Is that supposed to help because it’s not,” You muttered, taking the cup from her and took a large drink.

“But you are my current love and the past cannot take that away from us.” Diana smiled as she watched you drink. Feeling a little embarrassed now, you kept on drinking the water, using the cup to hide your pink face. You finished it off then reluctantly set it down on the nightside table.

“So you’re not going to break up with me for Steve?” You questioned, your voice rather high-pitched. You coughed to try to cover it up. Maybe you had drunk a little too much champagne. You weren’t feeling your best self.

“Of course not,” Diana said, shaking her head. She sat down next to you and put her arm around your shoulders, pulling you in close. You could smell her perfume, which was more delicate than the woman herself. She was warm to the touch and you relished in it, cozying your head up against her shoulder.

“Let’s just blame this little meltdown on the alcohol then,” You sniffled, still stuck between crying and laughing. She agreed with you, and held you until you calmed down enough to undress and get ready for bed.

-

Now this was going to be damn tough. Meeting Steve Trevor, the wonderboy. Showing him around the museum that was yours and Diana’s, and shouldn’t be anyone else’s. But you told Diana that you would be as nice and as welcoming as it was possible to be, since they were intertwined. You didn’t have to like it, but you had to accept it.

And you actually found yourself growing to like the man. You by no means were going to fall for him but he was charming, you had to give him that much. And he at least attempted to learn about what was going on in the world. He had a good few decades to make up for.

“It’s all art,” Diana explained as we walked around in the sunshine. Dressed in a suit - not a man’s suit, because it was hers Diana had insisted, she still stood out from the rest of the crowd. It was hard to take your eyes off of her - but at the same time, watching Steve was so amusing. The way that he was looking at a trash can with his head slightly tilted. Amazing. You weren’t the only one who noticed, and Diana fell a step behind. “That’s just a trash can.”

“That’s just a trash can. Yeah, yeah, yeah,”  Steve said as if he had known it from the start. You hid your snigger with a cough, though Diana caught it and gave you a stiff stare. You shrugged back in retaliation. Better to be laughing than arguing. “So you two are...” He started, looking at the both of you.

“Together,” You said, looking at Diana, knowing that in this circumstance it was a little harder for her say. “Perfectly matched, like your jacket and fanny pack.”

“I see,” Steve said, looking a tiny bit disappointed, but he hid it well. You did feel a little bad for him, though.

“Oh, actually, I think I see someone I know over there!” You pointed in a direction that was away from Diana and Steve. You didn’t, obviously, and your tone probably gave that away. But what you wanted was to give the two of them a little bit of privacy. They haven’t yet really had a chance to talk without you being nearby, not that you wanted to be. Diana had already made you feel more secure about your relationship, so leaving them alone didn’t really bug you. “I’m going to go say hi. Why don’t you come find me in a little bit, yeah?”

“Okay,” Diana said, skimming your forehead with her lips. You smiled at the two, ten made your way over to a bench and sat down. At least it was a beautiful day. You felt the sunshine on your skin, the slight breeze through your hair. There was a small group of people dancing not too far away, and they were enough to hold your attention for the next forty-five minutes while Steve and Diana seemed to speak. You avoided looking at them, letting them have their own private moment.

You didn’t notice Diana walking towards you until her shadow blocked the sunlight from landing on her arm. You put your hand over your eyes so you wouldn’t be looking straight into the sun when you peered up. “How’d it go?” You asked, seeing that Steve wasn’t with her.

“Fine,” She said, sinking down beside you, and crossed her legs elegantly. In a show of vulnerability that Diana was not well known for, she rested her head on your shoulder and her hand on your thigh.

“And us?” You felt more secure since she put herself in this position, but you still wanted to hear her say the words.

“Nothing has changed just because Steve is here,” She said, nuzzling her nose into the crook of your neck. You sighed contently, feeling her lips them on your shoulderbone.

“I hate to sound selfish but I’m definitely happy about that. I was freaked out over the idea of losing you.”

“I remember.” Diana pulled herself away and looked straight into your eyes. In hers, you saw that fire that had guided her here from her homeland, Themyscira. “You don’t ever have to fear that. I’ll protect you until the day that I die, y/n, and that includes your heart.”

[calliecat93]

Star Trek 2009... so... very mixed.

Let’s do the good first. The cinematography is really good. It FEELS like a futuristic time period moreso than TOS, but tbf the films have the advantage of being closer to modern day and being able to match the evolved times. Still, it’s very much a movie that wanted to look good and did. The acting for most pf the cast was good and I don’t have an issue with any of the reboot cast. No Chris Pine isn’t Shatner (and that’s a good thing) nor is Zachary Quinto Leonard Nimoy. But they and the others did their jobs well and I’m glad they all did their own thing and not just copy their predecessors. Simon Pegg as Scotty I really enjoyed amd I like his new friend XD And while I’m... mixed about the direction taken if only because it makes me sad, Leonard Nimoy returning as the Spock we’ve known or so long was lovely, especially when he and Quinto!Spock meet.

Some moments were good. I actually almost teared up when Kirk’s dad died because the actors just put so much emotion into it. I can’t say that there was no effort put into this. They tried to add emotion and meaning and depth. They tried to give Kirk and Spock (and yes, Bones being even MORE of a third wheel than normal REALLY pisses me off) depth and connect the audiences to them and form that connection with each other that we’re so familiar with. I respect that. I respect the effort. I’ve seen reboots that don’t give a damn, but it didn’t feel that way to me here especially with Nimoy!Spock showing that this may be different, but the original very much still exists.

That being said... I have some big issues, especially with Kirk. This is NOT James Tibirius Kirk. This is the pop culture depiction of Kirk that the filmmakers decided was better to go with than the actual character. And no, this being an alternate timeline and him being younger than in canon is NOT a valid excuse. I got told that the death of Kirk’s dad changed the course of history... but I fail to understand how THAT caused Kirk to be an arrogant, cocky, reckless idiot. Might be because his parents NEVER came up in the show so how can any TOS fans get that point if the show never went into it? I know I joke about Kirk doing something dumb, but TOS!Kirk was a perfectly smart, optimistic, level-headed individual who yeah WOULD go against Starfleet at times, but usually did so with good reason. Hell didn’t TOS say that he was overly serious int he academy amd lightened up as he got older? How did the timeline changes change that? Anyways! It felt like they wanted this Kirk to just be a standard action hero and didn’t bother to check if it fit the characterization, or do anything to justify the change aside from ‘different reality’. Like woth the Kobayashi Maru, it’s to emphasize Kirk’s cockiness here...when in WoK it emphasized Kirk’s optimism and hope. How he NEVER believed that there was a true no-win scenario. There was LWAYS a way. Don’t get me wrong, Kirk isn’t horrible and has the ability to become more like his TOS self, but first impressions are everything, and they failed here. Chris Pine was good though, I could actually picture how he played Steve Trevor in Wonder Woman fitting a Reboot Kirk pretty well but alas. Also his captaincy wasn’t earned nor is he mature enough to hold the position. It got handed to him because canon says so, and that is bullshit.

Spock was... fine. Far as characterization goes I don’t really have any issues. He’s not TOS Spock but again he shouldn’t be. It’s hard for me to find the words on how he’s different aside from being younger and seeming a little more resentful about the half-human, half-Vulcan thing, but it still works well enough. He and Sarek also seem on better terms in this continuity, and that I do like since it’s different, but consideirng the circumstances he needs that kind of solace and it allows exploration of their relationship in a more supportive light. Didn’t like Spock marooning Kirk like he did, but it does connect to his arc showing how emotional repression is affecting him, so ah well. I DO have issues with some of the directions taken though. His relationship with Uhura has no establishment nor development and comes across as being there for the sake of having a romance in there without the work. And no I’m not just saying that as a Spones/Spirk/McSpirk shipper. It WOULD have been fine if they actually WORKED ON DEVELOPING IT ON-SCREEN. And how did the timeline changes cause that when Uhura and him flirted like... once in TOS and it was one-sided on Uhura’s part anyways?! It sucks especially since I really like Reboot Uhura. I also don’t like them destroying Vulcan cause that feels like overkill on the angst, but at least they have an explanation for it. I DO however despise them killing Amanda and ESPECIALLY how they did it. Amanda is relegated tot he standard ‘pure hearted mom who we have to kill to hurt this character’ and considering how she died via a crumbling cliff just as transport started, the ‘changed timeline’ explanation is bull. Again I appreciate them trying to add more character stuff, but I very much disagree with the choices. But as far as the character himself is concerned, I was good with Spock andI did genuinely care for and feel bad for him.

Bones... oh baby you deserved so, SO much better. Characterization wise,he was the most like his TOS self. He comes across as more gruff than cranky,but that’s mainly due to Karl Urban being younger than DeForest Kelley. Otherwise he was funny, endearing, loyal to Jim, and Urban did a lovely job making the character his own but honoring his predecessor. Will also give them credit as Bones has a damn good reason to dislike Spock after he marooned Jim like he did. The film didnt give a damn about McCoy tbh, but we’ll get to that in a bit. But to put it short, I really liked Bones, but he REALLY needed more screentime which from what I can tell, isn’t gonna happen until Beyond. But as far as the character goes, I felt like they got his best though the lack of focus reason may very well be why that is. Very least I got fanon to satisfy my needs.

Now we get to my biggest criticism: The Triumvirate is non-existent here, nor does it form within the film. Again, I blame pop culture depiction as I imagine they went ‘we need Kirk and Spock to be close together and Bones is that guy who is Jim’s other best friend who has witty lines but ain’t Kirk and Spock so who cares?’. Which especially baffles me sonce the arguments Kirk and Spock have regaridng emotion? That’s MCCOY’S role. They got the Kirk and Spock relationship completely and utterly wrong. Nor do I feel like the film dod enough to form the relationship between the two. It just feels like they became friends because the plot said so, not out of genuine understanding and care. Kirk was one of, if not the first to accept Spock for who he was and respect him. That’s what made the relationship special. But their edforts to establish it here just fall flat because they made Kirk Spock’s opposite, aka McCoy’s role. McCoy is the one who challenges Spock. The one who pushes him to consider the emotional. He can be harsh, but it is a dynamic that worked. Kirk os their balance. The one who keeps the two in check and they in turn represented the two sides (mind and heart) that he (the body/soul) needed to make the proper decisions. But because of the choices made with Kirk and Bones, the balance is theown off. Spock is more or less fine but Bones loses his importance while Kirk has his character skewed to make it work. General audiences may not be able to tell, but as someone who just watched all of TOS and those films two weeks ago? I could, and it hurt the film significantly imo. Also kind of wish they emphasized that Spock ALSO needs Bones and the rest of the crew, not just Jim because emphasis on just one relationship ALWAYS annoys me, especially since again, they didn’t do well to form it here to begin with. So yeah they missed the aspect that made me love TOS, so needless to say I am displeased. I plan to do a full film review in the future so I won’t say how I’d improve it, especially since hindsight is 20/20, but yeah not happy.

Otherwise, the film is fine. Uhura, Scotty, Sulu,and Chekov are fine, the former two I especially enjoyed. The plot is fone. Nero is a boring villain but for a start, it’s okay. I didn’t like Vulcan’s destruction at alla nd what that means for Spock, but we’ll see how the other two films continue this. I don’t know how I feel about Prime Spock because it just makes me... depressed that he has to accept never going home (even if Bones and the others are dead it just feels... wrong) but I DO appreciate that they included Nimoy and he was just as fantastic as he had been all those years ago. I have so many problems with characterization and plot points, but tbf that’s from someone who just went through TOS. As far as a general audience goes, they likely won’t have that filter and some may be more of the ‘timeline changed so this stuff changed’ explanation than I, a media consumer who has seen this happen over and over again to varying degrees of success’, may be. Otherwise the film was fine. If you like action and want a blockbuster, this one is for you. But I’m in it for characterization and story and while the latter worked well enough in the general sense,t he former was severely lacking. So while it was okay and it got me excited/to laugh a few tomes, overall I didn’t care for the film. Will Into Darkness be any better? Well... from what I can tell no. But I also need to make my own judgements, so onward we go.

[haileygarciasunshine]

The one with all the Crossovers Part One

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Mentions: Avengers x Steve Trevor x Wade Wilson x Batman  x Peter Quill x Groot and more! (Some not mentioned in Part One)

Word Count: 1,090

Warning: Swearing, Violence

Summary: One day, the reader accidentally intercepts Tony Starks, radio frequency. Now it is up to the reader to decide what she will do with the newly acquired information. 

FEMN (FE = Periodic for Iron, MN = man)

I thought about writing this is while in the shower🤷‍♀️🧖‍♀️🧼🚿

Bucky Barnes Masterlist

Grabbing your busing bin, you made your way onto the diner floor, clearing the tables that were currently occupied with dirty dishes. You had been hired as a waitress at a local mom and pop diner, outside of the city. Being a waitress wasn’t something that was in the cards, but it paid the bills, as you continued your education at a local community college. 

The bell rang signalling someone had entered the diner. Not bothering to look up from your actions, you were preoccupied with your thoughts. One of your co-workers came up to you, tapping you gently on your shoulder.

“Your regular is here.” 

Looking at her with a confused look, your gaze moved over your shoulder. Rolling your eyes, you thanked her before making your way to the “Regular.”

“What are you doing here?” You hissed.

“What? I’m not allowed to eat at a diner?” Wade teased.

Scoffing you replied, “No. Not a diner I work at.” 

“You know you don’t have to work here.” He attempted.

“Don’t.” You snarled.

“Colouss, called again today. He wants you to join the X-Men, team.” He stated nonchalantly looking at the menu.

Taking the menu from him, you rolled your eyes, “Why do you bother looking at a menu? You’re just going to order the same thing.”

“Hey!” He yelped, “Maybe I was going to order something different this time.” 

“Oh really?” 

Letting out a frustrated sigh replied, “No.” 

“Exactly.” Writing down on the server notepad, you placed the order for the chef before making your way back in front of Wade.

“Why are you here, Wade?” 

“Look, kid. I care about you for some god un-forsaken reason.” 

Scoffing you snapped back, “Wade Wilson cares for someone other than himself?”

Letting out a deflated sigh he kept trying, “I know I brought you into this world for the wrong reasons and I don’t expect you to forgive m-”

“Good. Because I don’t.”

“The world needs you Y/N. Don’t let your anger for me blind you to that.”

Rolling your eyes you responded, “Are you done?”

“I...I.. Yeah.”

“Goodbye, Wade.”

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A month had gone by since your last Wade encounter. It was another late night, that you had gotten home from the graveyard shift. These hours weren’t anything unusual for you, they worked best with your school hours. Opening the door to your apartment, your frequency radio was going off. Setting your stuff down, you made your way over to the radio.

“If there’s anyone out there.” An exhausted voice sounded, “Please. Please help us. Our men are out numbered. This is our last hope. This is FEMN signing off.” The last thing heard from FEMN was a heavy sigh.

Immediately, you grabbed your phone and called Wade.

“Wade!” You exclaimed through the phone.

“What is it? Dude what time is it?” He groaned.

“Someone needs our help!”

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“Kid are you sure they’re here?” He questioned looking around.

Shrugging you walked side by side, “That’s what the man said on the frequency.”

Wade turned and looked at you. You could only imagine he was giving you a confused glare under his Dead Pool mask. “Sometimes I worry about you kid.”

“That makes two of us.”

He threw his arm around your shoulder, pulling you into a head lock raising his fisted hand to your hair, there was voice stopping him.

“Get out of here!”  A girl, came running towards you both.

Wade released you allowing you to stand up straight.

“Y/N?”

You turned and hummed at the woman standing before you.

“Oh my gosh! You’re actually here!”

Turning to glance at Wade, you shot him a confused expression.

“Uh...Yeah I am.”

The woman pulled you into an excited hug.

“I’m Wanda. I’m a big fan of yours! The others are going to be so happy you’re here!” She said pulling away hands resting on your upper arms. Grabbing you’re hand, she hurriedly lead you to the group of Avengers standing behind a sky scraper going over the plan they made.

“Guys!” Wanda said excitedly dragging you behind her, “Look who came! It’s Y/N!” 

“How did you find us?” A deep voice questioned.

You hesitated to answer.

“She heard someone put out a call on a radio frequency.” Wade said beside you.

“I’m Steve. This is Tony, Bucky and Sam.”

Offering an awkward wave you greeted, “Nice to meet you all.”

“Mr. Stark did you see that?” Spiderman said while landing in the middle of the group.”Woah! You’re Y/N! I’m...I’m a big fan!”

For the second time that day, another body threw their body into yours. Returning the hug, you giggled.

“Okay, okay kid. That’s enough. Sorry, this is Peter.” Tony said attempting to pull Peter off of you.

 “What’s the plan?” You questioned once you were free.

There was a sudden thud, that shook the ground. Then another, and another.

“What the hell is that?” Wade asked from beside you.

“That would be the joker.” You responded, looking at the massive figure.

“How do you know that?” Sam questioned.

“Hum? Oh. Someone I know is his worst enemy.”

Wade nudged your shoulder, “Speak of the devil.”

“Y/N! Fancy seeing you here.” A deep voice boomed behind you. 

“Hello again, Bruce.”

“No way!” Peter yelled, “You know batman?” 

Your gaze falling on Peter, rolling your eyes you responded, “Unfortunately.” 

Moving, you made sure to stand between Steve and Bucky, with Bruce taking your previous place.

“Are you gonna let me take you on a date now, Y/N?”

“Oh...Uh. I can’t...I...I have a boyfriend.”

Rolling his eyes he responded, “Yeah sure Y/N. After this, I’m taking you out to-”

“I’m dating Bucky. We already have plans.” You rushed out, shocked by your over words. Turning slightly, you saw the same shocked expression dancing along his face. You mouthed ‘Please.’ to him, hoping he would get the hint. Taking your hand within his flesh hand, he laced his fingers together with yours.

“Yeah.” He responded shyly, glancing at his feet.

The sound of someone scoffing pulled you both out of your dazes.

“In coming!” Wade yelled from beside you.

“Got it!”

Lifting your arms, you used your magic to create an invisible wall in attempt to stop the Joker. It was enough to cause him to crash him vehicle. Getting out, he looked around his gaze falling upon you.

“Hello, Y/N.” He said with a sly smirk on his face.

Frowning you looked down at the ground, as Wade unexpectedly, stepped in front of you protectively, hiding you from the Joker’s view.

[thetaoofbetty]

You always have such thoughtful commentary on how women are depicted in fiction and fanfic. If you're up for it, would you mind sharing more about how you think writers have failed to write female characters respectfully and convincingly and what you'd hope to see in more fan/fiction going forward in regards to female narratives and how those narratives are treated?

Hello you marvelously magical muffin! 

Thank you for the kind words, beautiful! 

I think there’s a lack of female voices in the room, frankly. That’s not even delving into BIPOC creators having a voice, I can’t speak for them so I won’t, but as a woman, I feel like nothing is made for us. 

And when it is, it’s widely mocked. Often by the creators themselves when women find joy in it. 

I’ve said it before but when they market something towards women, it immediately has less value in the wider media’s eyes. Look at Twilight. I didn’t read it but I knew it was something that was made fun of it but I never did more than roll my eyes at that because when you make and market something specific to the interests of young women, who the hell did you think was going to like it? 

If we’re good at something, we’re Mary Sues (good god, no one tell them they don’t even know what Mary Sue means and that a woman invented the concept. which includes the idea of fandom itself). If we’re bad at, what did anyone expect? We’re women, right? Y I K E S. Carol Danvers is cool because she’s presented as very masculine and feminine without none of that pesky emotional or romantic nonsense. However, look at how they treat Brie Larson herself. It’s not great. 

They mocked Wonder Woman and for what? Because Diana is soft and feminine. She loves babies, her friends, family, and Steve Trevor (I swear to god, Chris Pine in 80s clothes is everything I never knew I needed). So they said it was terrible and blah blah blah. 

Men talked trash about Birds of Prey too. Why? Because it was written from a female POV and relatable to most of the women watching. Men in the mainstream media (not all, of course, there are a few really great men who really get storytelling over spectacle) seem to recoil anytime something isn’t made specifically for them. And since everything is generally produced with them in mind, they feel entitled to all of it. 

Look at the way they treat Kathleen Kennedy. She “ruined Star Wars and sucks at her job so hard, bro, she knows nothing about what makes a good movie!” right? Do you think they know she worked on/produced: ET, the Indiana Jones movies, the Back to the Future movies, and the Jurassic Park franchise among other beloved movies (including their new favorite, The Mandalorian)? No, of course not. They know she has a vagina and they think self-inserting as Luke Skywalker is a personality trait. 

All of that had a point, I promise. So what do we do when we’re continually let down? We write fanfic. It’s mostly women, mostly for each other, and lots of it is porn. Why? Because we know our audience and we’re giving each other what the media seems to simply refuse to do because it’s so saturated and dominated by white men. 

I don’t like all fic, sure. I’ve read fic sexist enough (in my opinion) to make me bounce and filter a tag or two. I think there’s room, though, to remember that it’s fairly arrogant to assume that our (general our) very North American view of feminism is how the rest of the world sees it. So I don’t. I focus more on loving relationships between female friends because I think that’s universal. We get fed a lot of “this is how it’s supposed to be and anything else is failing all women everywhere” and it’s pervasive. Look at how there’s an entire push towards purity culture in the name of feminism that has the same talking points as far right wing, uh, people. I saw someone say, without sarcasm, that a woman in her 20s shouldn’t be allowed to marry a man in his 30s because of the power imbalance. 

Allowed. Allowed? Are they for real? 

Uh, disregarding the fact that a woman in her 20s is a grown ass adult, how about we stop policing women full stop? 

That’s what I’d like to see more of, truly. Just stop the policing of women. If a woman wants to write a female power fantasy and to her that means she’s a superhero who doesn’t need or want a man, that’s fine. If another woman’s power fantasy is an enemies to lovers where the villain falls at her feet, giving her the respect, love, and power she feels she’s lacking, that’s fine too. Stop with the looping back around to women not being able to tell fiction from reality and really get that we can think for ourselves, and let’s reflect that in our female characters. 

Let them be human, messy, and flawed. Let them love and want love and let’s not denigrate them for it. Let equality and equity go hand in hand and let’s let women speak for women. 

And for the love of god, let’s stop letting men dictate how other women treat each other (which often comes out in fiction and they way women are portrayed in media). Their entire narrative rests on how petty and insecure they think we are but have you ever seen the way a man mildly inconvenienced acts? Women live their whole lives being inconvenienced for the simple act of existing so if us standing up for ourselves makes them uncomfortable? Good. 

Thanks for the ask, lovely!💜

[ao3feed-wondersteve]

Rewrite The Stars

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by IllusiveWritings

After defeating Steppenwolf, Diana finally comes back home and tries to get some sleep before she has to go back to work the next morning, but rest seems to elude her. On a sleepless night she receive news that would completely change her life for the better, but with every good news comes the catch. She can have Steve back, if she can succeed where Orpheus failed.

Written for Shipsnthenight's Birthday, I will update a chapter a day until the grand finale on her birthday.

Words: , Chapters: 1/5, Language: English

Fandoms: Wonder Woman - All Media Types, Wonder Woman (Movies - Jenkins), Justice League (2017), Batman v Superman: Dawn of Justice, DC Extended Universe

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/M

Characters: Diana (Wonder Woman), Steve Trevor, Barbara Minerva, Hades (Wonder Woman)

Relationships: Diana (Wonder Woman)/Steve Trevor

Additional Tags: Inspired by Orpheus and Eurydice (Ancient Greek Religion & Lore), Fix-It, Post-Canon Fix-It, Not Canon Compliant, References to Ancient Greek Religion & Lore, Inaccurate Ancient Greek Religion & Lore, WW84, Post-Wonder Woman 1984 (2020), Wonder Woman 1984 (2020) Spoilers, Diana (Wonder Woman) Needs a Hug, Prophetic Dreams, Lucid Dreaming, Gates of Hell, Ruler of Hell, Sweet Hades (Ancient Greek Religion & Lore), Hades isn't an asshole

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