Okay, but why did it take me this long to realize that Jack Ruby turning Luther into his prizefighter is probably what helped him become more comfortable in his body (because even though Luther still doesn’tlike his body, having his build be treated as a huge asset in the ring could’ve helped him see it more positively) and also gave him a means to feel more at ease in public without covering up every spare inch of skin?
I’m not saying Luther’s body dysmorphia is magically gone now, because it obviously isn’t, but we see him wearing ordinary outfits and even rolling up his sleeves, which he never did in S1. I dunno, it just feels like a step toward body positivity, or something close to it.
Klaus: I got sent to the Vietnam war and was put through series emotional trauma
Five: I was in the apocalypse for 45 years
Luther: Dad sent me to the moon and never even opened the research
You mean:
-I was also put through serious emotional trauma
-I’ve been suicidal and canonically self harm
-I have an eating disorder
-I am just now coming off of four years of isolation
-I’m also just now realizing I have been abused and manipulated my whole life
-was blamed for my brothers death and have dealt with the guilt all these years
-I was manipulated and abused so severely that I didn’t even realize it for 29 years and sacrificed my whole life for a lie
-I almost died in an accident and have PTSD from it
-I was then mutilated against my will and now have a literally nonhuman body, which I also have PTSD from
-Which also gave me severe body dysmorphia
-my first time having sex was nonconsensual
-probably also mind fucked by the one person I’ve ever romantically loved
-who I also just watched almost die
Reblogging for comment, y'all Luther haters really wanna reach but y'all keep losing
Just wanted to add that the trauma of “I’m also just now realizing I’ve been abused and manipulated my whole life” should never be understated. You guys remember Inside Out, where Riley spends the whole movie trying not to feel sad about her most cherished childhood memories, so much so that she winds up plunging into depression over it? Multiply the disaster and destruction in her brain by ten, and you have what happens when you realize that the parents you loved were actually abusive. Moments you thought were funny turn out to be sinister, moments you thought were full of warmth and caring were actually full of manipulation. You lose your childhood, and it’s a lot like losing a loved one.
Okie,so i just recently finished the Umbrella Academy and immediatley wanted more, so like any attached person would i searched for fanfiction!
The fandom isn’t as huge as some others but there is a good stream of fics coming through on archive, so i got all these from there! (Also there won’t be many ship fics, because incest)
[As always a ★ means that it’s one of my highly reccomended]
So tiny. He looks at the pots who fell on top of another, dirt everywhere inside the crate. A respectable person would walk away, returning home to go to bed before sunrise. That’s good Klaus has never claimed to be respectable, as he can fill his pockets with plants, and his arms too. That’s going to bring colors inside the living graveyard they’re stuck in (minus the ghosts, well outside of his).
- In which Klaus puts his siblings and himself back together, with the help of a bunch of succulents
After attempting to transport all of his siblings back in time, Five wakes up to a familiar scene. Again. And again. And again. He doesn’t know why he keeps being transported back to the day of his father’s funeral, but he is determined to not waste it now that he has the foresight to prevent the apocalypse. He just wished he didn’t feel so alone doing it all over again.
When Five blinks, sometimes he’s back in the world of ash and embers. It’s hard to remember how to breathe when that happens. In which Klaus tries to play the role of supportive brother with Ben’s help, and Five struggles more than he lets on.
“Twenty-two minutes?” Reginald Hargreeves barks incredulously. “Impossible. By all means, he should be dead.”
And by all means, Diego should. Stuck at the bottom of a pool with a slab of concrete on his chest, pinning him to the gritty bottom—he should have kicked it within the first few minutes. But he hadn’t.
Five winced loudly, pushing his head off the floor to see bright red smeared across his chest and stomach; crimson soaked into his shorts, running down his leg. His head fell back against the ground dizzyingly, and he groaned as someone touched the wound, biting his bottom lip as he tried to stay conscious. The end of life, of everything, was in three days; they didn’t have time for this, he didn’t have time for this. A bullet wound, a stupid bullet wound and all that stupid concern and worry, was just going to slow them down. There wasn’t time for mistakes, or hiccups, or rest and recovery. It was the end of the fucking world. Sickfic so be warned. Also set between episodes 6/7 and spoilers. Also, in here their mother is still dead.
“You cannot convince me that Diego’s heart doesn’t stop every time they announce on the police radio that they’ve found a dead junkie” - ealeczander on tumblr
Diego listens to the police radio and prays the dead junkie in the gutter isn’t Klaus.
He was always the fastest. He always beat the others up the stairs, down the halls, through time and space. If there’s one lesson he’s learned, it’s that there’s always a finish line. A stopping place. Blood bubbles from between his fingers, and suddenly there’s no air in his lungs. *** Five jumps in front of a bullet. He calls it quick reflexes. Diego calls it stupidity.
“Five was different. He’d always known. Different from most people, what with his freakish birth, powers and unconventional upbringing, all that old news. And different from his siblings. He was smarter. His powers were stronger. And he’d never picked a name. All that was old news too. But there was something else that separated him from the rest, something he didn’t know how to put a finger on, how to categorize, analyse, understand. Five didn’t like not understanding. It was probably Klaus that made him first notice something was off.”
“I don’t want to be a ‘cute little schoolboy’ anymore, alright?” Five snapped. For some reason, the thought of himself as a schoolboy was enough to make his skin prickle. Was it the implication that he was younger than the rest of them, less mature despite his life? …Yeah, it was definitely that. Absolutely.
Five wants a change in wardrobe. His siblings are more than happy to help.
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That’s all… for now anyways!
I know there was a lot of Five centric fics, buuut he’s my favourite so of course imma read fanfics about him
as usual i hope you enjoyed this list and if you haven’t watched the series (i don’t know why your here if you haven’t?) then you should! drop everything and watch it now!!
So I was inspired to write a short fic from the anon with the idea of what if in The Day That Was Luther squeezed Klaus’ neck a little too hard and bad things happened.
