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Where to start reading Luna Maximoff?

Her first appearance was in Fantastic Four #240

Fantastic Four #248, 306-307, Annual #18

The Incredible Hulk #279

The Vision and the Scarlet Witch #2, 4

The Avengers #234, 243, 343, 350-351, 357, 362, 367-369, 372-373, 376, 380, 390-393, 395, Annual #12

Quicksilver #1-7, 13

Son of M #2-6

Silent War #2-6

Secret Invasion: Inhumans #1-4

War of Kings (Secret Invasion: War of Kings #1, War of Kings #1, War of Kings: Who Will Rule #1)

The Mighty Avengers #31

Realm of Kings: Inhumans #1-2

FF v2 #5, 8-9, 12-16

Fantastic Four v4 #16

All New X-Factor #12-17

All New Inhumans #11

Royals #1

Avengers Unplugged #2-3

Hello, Hetalia fandom ‼️

It can be difficult to find certain Hetalia episodes, so I’ve compiled every Hetalia episode (sub and dub) into a Google Drive, alongside navigation docs for easy searching. Every episode is on here, including the movie and OVAs for both sub and dub. Happy watching :)

“But if you forget to reblog Madame Zeroni, you and your family will be cursed for always and eternity.”

inevitable for the prompts?

I never really got around to finishing this piece from a longer series about the American Civil War because my interests steered a bit away from purely American history. Alfred is writing to Arthur after the Trent Affair and the resulting Lyons-Seward treaty that took the US and UK nearly from being in a state of war over the possible British acknowledgement of the Confederacy to the British and American navies formally working to end the Atlantic slave trade and informally support the Union's blockade of the south's maritime trade. Idk if anyone remembers it, but it takes place after a piece I wrote where Matt holds Clara Barton and several Union doctors at the end of a rifle to keep them from hacking Alfred's leg off. Also, Alfred's in really bad shape and actually misses Arthur so that is why the tone is muuuuuch different than it usually is between them and also I based it off actual letters in my archive at work when I had to put together a collection of them, and human suffering rips my heart out through my ribs even 160 years later :')

Virginia 1862

Dear Father,

Yes, I meant to write father. This note is penned in a trembling hand, but it will be at my behest that Matthew delivers it to you. It will be my last before I meet with Death again, and I find myself filled with a strange heartsickness and gratitude. Thank you, Father, for releasing Matthew from his services to you. I do not know in what spirit you did so, but I am grateful. He has been a great comfort to me these past days and has endeavoured with the devil's determination to keep me alive. He may have told you about his actions at Antietam on my behalf, but I know he did not tell you of the credit to you he is nor the courage with which he conducted himself. There is no better brother nor a better son god could have divined for our providence in his wisdom. I say all this not merely out of praise for him, though he always deserves as much, but to urge you to heed the words he will speak to you at my bidding and the requests he will make.

As I said, this is my last letter to you. I have been struck by a piece of shell and find my left shoulder horribly mangled, and I know death is inevitable and that it will not be a brief absence from the world. I am writing to you because I know you would be delighted to hear from your dying son. I hope it is a relieved delight and not a satisfied one because I think of my deaths as a boy again and again. And of the lessons you once had so much patience for. I am fragile; death is near, and I will die very far from home, Father. I am home, this is my own country, but it rejects me as this life will soon enough and so I am far from it.

This is why I write to you now, beyond just the strange sickness in my heart that seems little to do with my wounds. Matthew will write to you as well, at my request, with more detail and perhaps even more than that when he next sees you. He will, at least, give you the particulars of this death. I will send along some goods dry and sundry for you and our family. Matthew has clipped a lock of my hair for you and has collected my cufflinks and rings for Aunt Brighid, for she has been a mother to me these past years. He is to purchase Birds of America and any other Audobon he can find for your youngest, as I have been told they apparently longed for a copy of their own. Across my country, the sons of my republic fall and their families mourn. I do not want to go unmourned by my own family, as temporary as it may be and as little as we desire those ties. Please, allow me these gifts and what affection you have left for me in your heart if you need to deny what I ask next.

The land beneath my feet is alien to me. It is a place in Virginia, and it rejects me. I am, at this moment, only the Union. The place I was born, where you proudly first beheld me on a beach at the mouth of the James River, rejects me. There is no replacement for me yet. God, and your judgement willing, that will not change. If I must beg you for my life, father, I will. If there is any love of me in your chest, do not acknowledge the Confederacy. My life is slipping from my fingers, and if I cannot have the comfort I knew as a boy from you, please allow me to keep the gift of my life. You know as much as I do that the cause for which I have fought and died is just if there be any justice under God's eye. Please, Father, for the sake of any love you bore me, keep your hand on my shoulder and do not guide me into my grave. Even if it is only because I am the devil you know, stay your hand in your acknowledgement of the Confederacy and steer me from my permanent rest. We have made such progress these past months, and I do not wish to see our family's blood shed for any reason.

Matthew will also make my appeals. I beg you to listen. I beg you to listen and that this letter bids my shockingly fond and long farewell, Father. May we meet again in this life, by your doing and your love of me matched only by the boyhood fondness I have of you still. With faith and great filial love, I wish you good health and good bye as I meet this end.

Your dying boy,

Alfred FitzArthur Jones.

@persononplanet replied to your post Okay but if you want to know some truly cursed…

I mean it fits a lot with who Yong is. A man who loves torturing and walking over other people that he feels like he can walk over. Tuan’s one of those and Tuan’s letting it happen because he’s not coming up for himself, at all. So he’s the most simple of the directors to bully. Yong wouldn’t dare do it to Long Feng, Shirong (oh yeah definitely bully the man that will brainwash you in the night), If Yong gets too close to Delun, Delun’s going to bore him to death with history,

And Quy…well Quy is just a chill dude no one really seems to mind. But Quy would stand up for himself and he knows how normal relationships should work.

All of which yong does not. 

Tuan, all in all, is the easiest to bully.

Why does yong bully? Well who knows, we certainly dont. But some guesses? Probably a bad childhood wherein he might’ve been abused by his family, leading him to turn bitter and only know how to deal with people in a violent way and with disdain.

It may be insecurity, a fear of people not respecting him or something like that, which he tries to fill by feeling superior than them. Which obviously isnt exactly the right way to solve such isssues but its the only way he knows how to. 

He definitely seems to enjoy it, so it might also be that he has a mental illness that screwed something up inside to the point he does nothing but what he always does, except when he needs to appear all formal and nice. (psychopathic perhaps?) 

All in all, for whatever reason, Yong is an abusive little shit to Tuan because Tuan allows it. Tuan doesn’t stand up for himself, he doesn’t defend himself, doesn’t do anything, because he, just as Caelum pointed out, longs for that brotherly companionship that many Dai Li have with their assigned partner. But he doesn’t.

Plus, he might think that if he just sits back and takes it, it would be less bad than actively pointing out his former partner’s behavior.

It’s definitely an issue of insecurity for Tuan. And we see it all the time in the written works. Tuan’s a Dai Li director, he’s in charge of all the patrols, he’s scary and terrifying to everyone, except the rest of the Directorate. They all don’t take him that seriously and Yong outright bullies him. Tuan’s self esteem and self-assureness must be rock bottom at this point for this situation must’ve been going on for several years now, and that with Yong even longer. 

My conclusion? Tuan deserves some actual care and friendship, someone should put Yong in his place, and I really need to stop pulling a re-education agent and psychologically analyzing people/characters, and get back to the mother’s day present im making. 

thank you all for listening (err reading) to my tedtalk

-the totally not a weirdo re-education agent, ahlyae

OH HI AHLYAE I DIDN’T REALIZE THAT WAS YOU!!!! Thanks for the novel, lol.

Nice analysis! Reeducation would like their hat back.

I would like you to rest assured that there is no dark secret or tragic backstory or anything else in Yong’s background that could possibly be cause for sympathy, however. He is very much just a dick. A solid middle-turned-upper class asshole with a penchant for power trips, who sees human beings as numbers and statistics and capital that only exist as a resource to boost him up. One of those people who, at their core, is fundamentally just kind of a jerk, and instead of allowing basic human decency and their relationships with the people they care about to temper that, turns and goes in the other direction to just become an even bigger jerk. The kind of jerk who doesn’t see why human rights violations are such a big deal.

I mean okay maybe there was something that might’ve set him down this path, but like *gestures at Yong’s everything and also the Dai Li’s shadow police practices in general* we are well past that. A few decades and multiple torture victims past that, really.

Tuan is pretty much just living with it at this point, as he has been for years. I’m very glad that I got That Time Tuan Got Plastered published; in GG Tuan was comic relief and I appreciated him for it, but in TTTGP I got to show how he’s competent and also overwhelmed. Dude needs a vacation or ten and also a friendship detox but idk when that’s gonna happen for him.

Really is a shame auspisticism isn’t a thing in this universe. I’d nominate a Reeducation agent for their middle leaf.

…….Maybe someone should lock them in a closet with Shirong, if he’d would be willing to cooperate. Yong is low-key frightened of Shirong. He learned the hard way not to disrespect Shirong.

Can I bless your dash tonight with some smol Dream/Morpheus?

the library from the dreaming always makes me so emotional…. the concept of a place where all the stories i imagined but never actually wrote exist in books…. all the characters from my childhood i ended up forgetting…. the scenes i played in my head again and again but never became a proper script……. i know it’s just fiction but i like to think that place is real somewhere, in another dimension… . it warms my heart

“But if you forget to reblog Madame Zeroni, you and your family will be cursed for always and eternity.”

I think everyone has forgotten that the most important thing about the casting of Death in Netflix’s The Sandman is that she can successfully bounce a loaf of bread off of Tom Sturridge’s head.