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this fanfic got real morbid real fast. this scene, though, when taken out of context of this particular fanfiction, just seems so much in character.

Hater caught Wander while Sylvia was distracted by the hordes of Watchdogs. "Ahah! I got you!"
Wander propped his arms up on Hater's hand and cupped his cheeks. "Now that ya got me, what're ya gonna do with me?" he asked with a moony smile.
Before Hater could explain in loud, dramatic detail, Peepers crashed into him, and Wander was yanked from his grip. Sylvia dropped Wander onto her back, and they left Hater to the wreckage of his invasion.


i have this little headcanon that hater eventually gets used to wander's usual 'let's be friends, give me a big ol' hug, best buddy, best pal' spiel and stops getting so riled up by it, so, naturally, wander has to up the ante and starts flirting with him instead: bats his eyelashes at him, makes innuendoes (each new one saucier than the last), the works, and this quote just fits my headcanon perfectly.
i mean, getting hater's goat seems to be wander's favorite pastime, and i think he'll do anything short of being really mean to get at him. plus, his ultimate goal is to wear lord hater down and eventually make him a good guy, so the end justifies the means, right?

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why isn't this canon, it totally should be canon. click on the picture to see the original post!




omfg, wander's face on the last picture, i can't

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vulch has also been pestering may, asking her forgiveness for accidentally killing her fiance, nathan. spoiler alert: not going to happen, feather brains.
okay, that came out a little harsh. i always had sympathy for the vulture, he's a lonely, tortured man, and he already hates himself more than anybody else on this earth could, but why can't he just leave may parker alone? why keep pecking at her wounds?



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and this is why i love jjj so much.



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when a fashion model scoffs at your costume, maybe it's time reconsider your fashion choices, huh, peter? bonus under the cut: mary jane, the ever-caring wife!



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dematteis, stop being so good at writing heart wrenching stories, you evil, evil man.
i'm also finally warming up to sal buscema's unique style.



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someone needs to make a compilation of wander & sylvia calling out each others' names. this happens awfully often in this show.

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hater and sylvia sass competition! who will outsass who? my money's on sylvia, by the way. yeah, she's my favorite ten-foot tall flarf narbler, so sue me.

“You are not helpful.”
“Oh my grop. Stop the presses. I’m not helping my sworn enemy, this is breaking news.”
Sylvia inhaled, exhaled, tried to channel any semblance of patience. She turned around. “Where do you think we are?” She asked slowly.
“Uh, underground. Duh.” He said, rolling his eyes.
“Yeah, wow, careful, save the breathtaking conclusions for the science fair.”


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14:20

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oooh, another 'ancient wander' fanfiction! i need more of these.
also, a probability manipulator wander. i kinda pegged his hat as such before, but i like this idea even better.

“Hey, Wander, where did you come from?” She finally asked.
He didn’t look at her. His eyes fell back down to the ground, a soft rustle as his hat shifted on his head.
Sylvia watched him, and she felt like it was a nail directly in her chest. She looked back up into the sky. “Sorry. Different question, where were you running around before we met?”
He looked up again, and slowly lifted his arm, pointed out into the sky. “Way out there.” He practically whispered. “They called me Tumbleweed.”
Sylvia looked down at him. “Before that?”
He hesitated, eyes tracing across the sky, before his arm shifted, pointing to a different section of the sky. “Over there. Called me the Walker.” Another pause, a light shift. “Starflower.” Another, just a bit downwards and to the left. “The South Wind.” Another, this one with a bit longer of a pause between. “Albatross.” Long moment, shifting so he could point almost directly upward now. “Hitchhiker, but only for a little while.” Another movement, Sylvia blinking slightly now, amazed. “The Puck, and way back behind that, called me the Lost Soul.” He stopped, putting his hand down by his side. “Before that, it gets out of order a little. It was something like… the messenger child of the empty space.”
“Little wordy, don’t you think?” Sylvia muttered.
“It’s the best translation.” Wander murmured quietly. “There’s some places where I just didn’t have a name, between villains.”


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17:51

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fic rec time! these are for my future self, obviously. not that anyone's still reading this at this point.
this one instantly became my favorite. can't summarize it any better than the author already did, so, without further ado, let's get to quotin':

Wander is many, many thousands of years old, but he doesn't see that as too important in the grand scheme of things. Which means, of course, no one around him knows.
No one knows... but those close to him are maybe starting to catch on.


the idea of wander having been, well, wandering the universe helping folks for an untold amount of years fascinates me, really. what makes this idea so enticing is that he doesn't seem old at the first glance, quite the opposite, he's childlike in many ways, as affectionate and hyperactive as a kindergartener. but then, wander might seem like many things he actually isn't at the first glance.
i mean, look at him. an eternal banjo playing space hippie with a goofy smile and a heart big enough to fit the entire universe. isn't that amazing?



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there's probably a place in hell reserved specifically for me for shipping this.
by the way, here's the first woy fic i ever read, and what do you know, of course it had to be porn. the author captured hater's, peepers' and sylvia's characters pretty much perfectly; wander comes off a little too saccharine in my opinion, but overall, it's a nice fic.
and it has an extended story of sylvia meeting wander back in her bounty hunting days in chapter five. man, i wish it was an actual separate fanfic with multiple chapters! i'd write it myself if i weren't such a lazy bum.

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12:28

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realistic sylvia is the best sylvia! weirdly enough, i don't want to imagine a realistic wander, his cartoonishness is the main part of his charm.
and one of the main reasons why i liked this show as much as i did are sylvia and wander, the perfect dynamic duo. yeah, i'm a sucker for friendship. they complete and complement each other, are aware of each other's flaws and faults but still care for each other deeply; it just makes me feel warm and fuzzy inside!



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12:31

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reading this book right now. it's horrifying how easily you can lose all those things you used to take for granted.

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watched 'my fair hatey' episode today. i had a sneaking suspicion that wander knows exactly what he's doing when it comes to hater before, and now it's been confirmed. wander can see right through hater, knows how to pull his strings and more often than not manipulates him into doing what he wants. and every time he pissed hater off to the point when he drops everything and starts screaming and chasing wander around like a man gone mad, he totally did it on purpose.
how do i stop loving this fuzzy little trickster?
and on a sidenote, i wish the show had more creatures like wander aside from wander himself. i mean, what is he, even? a cat? a monkey? what's his backstory, how did he become what he's become? too bad a third season is off the table, the creative team sure had more stories to tell.



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guess who's watching a kid cartoon and loving it? that's right, me!
this show has everything i need: a wacky, fluffy, compulsively helpful title character in an oversized hat, his down to earth badass best friend (more like an older sister, really), and a gloomy man-child of a villain whose relationship with the title character is best described as an unhealthy mutual obsession.
look at these guys, don't you want to just scoop them right up and hug the shit outta them?



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