★ ★ ★ ★ ★/5
Man, I forgot what a good story this is. The setting, magnificent, the pacing, amazing, the characters, deeply troubled but I love them. This book follows 7 theater majors (yes, I know, yikes) in their senior year at this highly exclusive arts school somewhere in northeastern united states. These 7 have been through thick and thin and are as close as siblings- if siblings murdered each other. The story starts off with Oliver getting out of prison after being locked up for 10 years. He was convicted of Richard's murder, his fellow classmate, but that's not all true. The author weaves such a story with these characters it's amazing. They are actors specialized in Shakespeare, so much so they don't really know who they are. This book is very queer coded between Oliver and James (who we later find out is the actual murderer) and their relationship is so dysfunctional it's easy to see why Oliver took the blame. This book is so dramatic it parallels the famous plays it mentions. I truly enjoy this book every time I reread it and definitely consider it one of my favorites.
Magneto and Quicksilver
Totally forgot to post about this when I got it but OH MY GODDDDDD!! I LOVE ITTTTTT!
Also, look at James. Look at this man. I can’t even. I’m in love.
My two only brain cells when Peter comes on screen :
EXT. MANSION COURTYARD. NIGHT.
Peter is yeeted through the nexus/multiverse portal back into XAVIER’S SCHOOL.
The front door swings open to reveal... MAGNETO AND PROFESSOR X
They are wearing bathrobes and hands on hips.
Peter: Oh my god, you guys-
Charles: WhErE hAVe YoU beEN?! You’ve had me and your father worried sick, you know curfew is at 11pm sharp.
Pan to Erik. It is clear he has been crying.
Erik: Peter I am terribly disappointed. You will be grounded for a month. There are rules for a reason.
Charles and Erik enter the mansion. Peter looks into camera like he is on The Office.
CUT TO CREDITS. FIN
A WandaVision/X-Men fanfic I’ve started writing.
Summary:
Someone, or something, took his son. Stole him away to another universe, far from Erik’s reach. The X-Men are as clueless on how to get the speedster back, resigned like Erik to simply watching Peter on the tv screen as he’s forced to play a role for a grieving woman.
Set three years after Apocalypse; timeline changes explained in the notes.
Started writing this a few days ago, and then saw a Tumblr post. So not inspired by this, but it’s definitely along the same lines and I wanted to share it!
my love. just a small fic of Fedyor and Ivan, my beloved heartrender husbands.
warnings for the fic: none, small spoilers for the show
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"Do you think it's really her? The Sun Summoner?" Fedyor scurries after Ivan, when the man leaves the General's tent.
Ivan looks at the heartrender for a second, then continues to march toward the black carriage.
"I don't know and I don't care. We have orders to bring her to the Little Palace."
Fedyor doesn't loose his childish enthusiasm and smile at Ivan's brooding mood. He keeps pace with his partner.
"Well, I think it's her. I hope it's her."
"Hope is a dangerous thing, Fedyor." Ivan warns him.
He doesn't want his partner to be disappointed, if the young woman turns out to be a fraud. Even though they've seen what she can do in the tent, Ivan has his doubts.
The younger man turns to look at him, walking backwards to keep pace with the ophrichniki. A wide smile on his face.
"Oh, cheer up, my love. If General Kirigan believes she is the Sun Summoner, then so do I."
Fedyor almost trips in his kefta, but Ivan catches his arm and keeps him up. He turns the man around, to walk properly. Fedyor's heart thrums in his chest and Ivan smiles for a second then lets his hand go.
"Fine. If that makes you happy, so be it." He says with a monotone voice, his expression changing back to brooding.
Fedyor nods, a bright smile on his face and he marches forward to stop at the carriage. Ivan looks at the man's back and smiles to himself, shaking his head. His partner does need to be more careful, but saints, if he didn't love him for his enthusiasm.
tags: @seldomabsent , @heartrender-husbands (send an ask/reply if you want to be tagged in future fics)
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Wait what? We were supposed to get dadneto in apocalypse!? WHAT
YES WE WERE, EVAN CONFIRMED IT
INTERVIEWER: Your character has some sort of objective that he, you think he's gonna carry it through but he doesn't quite get to do it, he chooses not do, so were you surprised by that choice?
Evan: Yeah. Yeah, initially we had him doing it and then Singer thought 'what the hell, I wouldn't do that' and I thought, you know, I guess it certainly makes him more enigmatic and I thought it was an interesting choice and you know, it's, you kind of, you look around and you're like, 'Jesus, like, this guy is a mess, do I really want him to know that I'm his son?', like I don't know, so I think he's saving it for later when maybe things calm down and he could decide whether or not Erik is a good guy or bad guy and whether he wants him to know and have him in his life as his father. I think he's s sort of waiting around for that, which is unfortunate because it would be nice to have a father, you know, especially one who can control metal