I have Thoughts about harrow and gideon both seeing their relationship as romantic, actually, but they both think it’s unrequited
for gideon in particular she totally married harrow (“if aught but death part me and thee”, “sure cam, marry a moron then die, I get the urge”) EXCEPT she sees it as a one sided marriage (girl lol) and in this case death joined them rather than parting them….. so harrow’s refusal to eat her soul is a double rejection - she gave harrow her life in the physical and metaphorical sense, and from her pov harrow basically went “fuck u here’s our divorce”
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i have so many thoughts about paulkins kids. there are many options, and lucky for us, we know that paulkins exist in every universe.
in one, when paul and emma aren’t yet dating but are “intimate” emma misses her period. she goes to a doctor and gets confirmation. she panics because she and paul aren’t serious yet, but she realizes how happy the idea of having a family with him makes her. they have a daughter, addison jane perkins-matthews, that everyone calls a.j. she has emma’s hair and paul’s blue eyes, and she loves to swim.
in another universe, they don’t have a kid until they’ve been married for a few years. it took them a while to get there, with emma wanting to take things slowly and paul waiting for her no matter what, but he takes her name and they become the perkins’. when they have their son, they name him matthew after paul’s family. he’s got paul’s lighter brown hair and his blue eyes, but he still manages to look more like emma. he was made for the kitchen, and loves loves loves cooking and baking.
there’s another universe where emma and paul have twins girls, elizabeth and olivia. the two could not be more polar opposites, with lizzie being less feminine, loving soccer and sports, and livvy being so extremely femining, wanting to be a fashion designer, but they are always there for each other. the two love each other and always manage to support each other’s passions.
in another universe, they have a family of five, brianna, christopher, and freddie. bri is an artist, always painting and drawing. christopher loves to dance, and to paul’s horror joins theatre in high school. paul learns to love performances when it’s his son, seeing the joy and determination in his face. freddie loves to read, will devour a book so quickly it’s actually a little frightening. paul and emma watch their kids fight across the dining table and smile fondly.
sometimes, they don’t have kids at all. emma’s commitment issues making her hesitate, or her issues with her own parents (which i am headcannoning). maybe paul, who only ever says “kids, someday, maybe” decides he only ever felt pressured into wanting kids. sometimes only one doesn’t want kids, sometimes both, but either way they always respect it.
sometimes they take too long. paul pines for years, emma doesn’t want to label it, and by the time they’re ready, they’re told emma can’t have kids.
there’s a universe where they keep a foster home, their house a revolving door for kids who need a place to stay. they look out for each and every one of them, giving them a place to feel safe and good people to look up to.
there’s a universe where they adopt a pair of siblings who lost their parents too young, the older maddison always having to look out for her little brother michael. maddie never had time to have a hobby, or a passion, but in their safe space she can admit to herself that she wants to be a filmmaker. mike adores his older sister, and loves to play the guitar.
in one universe, they adopt a toddler who was mistreated by his guardians. harry took a while to warm up to them because of this, but they helped him adjust and recuperate and grow from it all. he grew up to be a botanist, loving learning about biology from his figurative grandpa hidgens.
basically, i just want and need happy ending paulkins who have a happy domestic little life and shit.
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if i wrote
a fluffy as all hell lumity fic
would anyone like it
because i thought of one really good line and i want to get it out there but i am Shit at Writing
if anyone better at writing than me wants an idea i can send you the line because im really proud of it but as previously stated by writing skills are subpar at best
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ive been half heartedly working on an if for a few months and im not going to plan to release it/actually make any announcements/a blog abt it until it has a prologue and 2 clean functional chapters and maybe I won’t even THEN bc I just don’t know but I’m having fun writing about a diner in a small beach town and second puberty and starting over as an adult and slice of life romance but also ive been preemptively feeling SO protective of my mean girl
anyways heheho micro glimpse of ros
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someday i'm gonna write the story where mccoy's dad was actually a piece of shit father - not, like, physically abusive, but just. y'know. your average shitty parent.
bc that's a different sort of guilt that would be involved? the type of parent you love but also hate? the one you love inside your heart and hate inside your head? you're never good enough for them but they've never been good enough for you, either?
like you put that specific type of baggage on leonard mccoy? put that on him and then have him trying to save his father's life? trying to prove to himself that he loves his father by trying to save him? trying to prove to himself he doesn't hate his father?
his father begging leonard to let him go, and leonard - still genuinely trying to do the right thing - dealing with intrusive thoughts of if he's keeping his father there to make him suffer, or if if he let him go he'd be killing his father because of that hidden hate?
like.
i just think it could be a very interesting dynamic for him?
yes i WILL recontextualize all my baggage and put it on my favorite little guy thank you for noticing no i will not be taking any questions at this time
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the benefits of thermodynamics – chapter 1 (harry osborn/peter parker)
“What exactly are you having trouble with?”
“Uh…a little bit of everything, honestly,” Harry says, adding a self-deprecating laugh to nail the act.
Peter frowns, rolling up the sleeves of his navy blue button-down. He stretches out one of his forearms and reaches for an unused web cartridge on his messy desk–without looking, he snags it among a sea of miscellaneous gear instantly. Harry would marvel at the organization to his boyfriend’s madness if he weren’t preoccupied by the sight of his veined arms and wishing the rest of him were bare to match.
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