#stephine

[the-consulting-strange-vidder]

I am still waiting for how ''only time will tell how much'' Christine loves Stephen by the way! You hear that Marvel?

[frenchtartine]

Just saw MoM, and that PalmerStrange scene hit me hard. I've been a fan of this ship since the first Doctor Strange movie, and I was sure that it was the end of it. But with the What if episode and now this, I keep telling me that it can't be the end.

I need to talk about it, a lot. Is there a discord somewhere ?

[sylkithecat]

I want to greet my fellow Clintasha, Palmerstrange, Sylki and Shangty shippers, a MERRY CHRISTMAS! 🎄🎄🎄

I know it may be too early some of you guys, but it’s Christmas Eve in our country and I want to be the first one to greet you all. Take care and enjoy the holidays, guys!  ❤️💚 ❤️💚 ❤️💚

~ STC 

[curiousgalacticsoul]

Before his car accident, whenever any male doctor used to approach Christine frequently & make her laugh & talk with her for long, Stephen used to feel this weird uneasiness, weird anger at that man. As a brain doctor he knew how to tackle feelings & thoughts created by the brain, but that didn't help here. So he used to go to Christine & interrupt their chat & bring her away from there, or simply call her from afar for some random reason.

[strangedreamings]

Another Chance (AO3)

“You have to let me go, Stephen.”

It was that voice, the voice he never thought he’d hear again. Of course, he thought he’d never hear anything again. The universe has been destroyed, I should be dead along with everyone else, but I’m not?

He raised his bent head to see Christine before him. This time, she wasn’t alive, an illusion, or anything else he’d already seen.

She was a ghost.

“You have to let me go,” she said again. She didn’t seem angry, just sad but also peaceful. It was clear she had accepted her death. “It’s the only way you can be free of this self-made prison and live again.”

“How can I live?” he asked desperately. “I destroyed the universe and everyone in it. There’s nothing left.”

“There are other universes,” said the One who had spoken before, the Watcher. “Now that you know the cost of arrogance and obsession, you are fit to defend those universes, or as they’re also known, the Multiverse.”

Christine’s ghost spoke again. “Let me go, Stephen. Stop trying to save me. Move on. Find someone else and fall in love again.”

“I can’t, I refuse,” Stephen insisted as he got to his feet, his head bowed in defeat. “Falling in love once made me who I am but destroyed the universe. Never again.”

He felt cold air on his face and raised his head to see her touching his cheek. The pain in her eyes was enough to break his heart all over again, but the love there was almost enough to mend it.

“There is too much love in you, Stephen, for you to keep it to yourself forever.”

“It’s how it must be.” Sighing painfully, he looked at his Christine one last time. “Christine, I love you … and I let you go.”

Her smile was pure love as she vanished before his eyes. Stephen covered his eyes with his hand, the pain too much to bear.

“You are finally equal to the task in front of you, Stephen Strange,” the Watcher said.

It took him a moment for Stephen to collect himself then he lowered his hand and looked up at the Watcher. “I’m ready.”

[teenagecriminalmastermind]

any fellow palmerstrange fans got a discord i can join??

[thatscarletflycatcher]

Watched 1x04 of What If...? I'm mad.

Stephen Strange is not Tony Stark.

Christine Palmer is not Pepper Potts.

Stephen loved Christine and she loved him back, but the beauty of it in Doctor Strange was precisely the mature way in which it was acknowledged that the hurt and pain he caused her could not be waved away; in fact, that he had to really repent and apologize as an act of justice, but that didn't mean that their relationship was repaired. That also did not mean they didn't love each other.

Stephen had to choose between having Christine and having his life back and saving the world. And he does choose saving the world. That's who he is; deep down, even though he may speak of glory in his profession, the moment he freaks out in his own movie is the moment he is forced to kill one of Kaecilius' henchmen. It's not that Stephen cannot go evil, but he'd be far more likely to go evil out of curiosity and arrogance than out of obsession with someone and let the world fall into oblivion in turn.

Last, but most importantly:

Way to take a strong, independent, compassionate female character, Marvel, and turn her into a sweet doll to be fridged. In DS Christine is the moral core of the story: the lesson Strange needs to learn, the heroism he has to embrace (the self sacrifice that is hidden from the world, that gets no praise, no recognition, is what Christine has been doing in the ER all along). Christine is also a woman who knows her own worth and knows to uphold her own dignity and step away from the situations that hurt her, without losing her sense of compassion (she refuses to be treated badly by Stephen, she refuses to go out with him or reply to his emails, but she does all she can to save his life and help him in his new job, even if she doesn't fully understand what is happening).

Bottom line: Marvel has managed once again to make me mad once I thought I had achieved the mental estate of "I don't give a flying shit".

[superheroesofbothuniverses]

Autumn

Autumn was a nice time to have a wedding. Venues were much easier to book, prices were more reasonable, and the weather wasn’t scorchingly hot anymore. If you timed it right, you could have some beautiful wedding pictures set among the riot of beautiful fall foliage.

Christine and Stephen had picked Central Park for their wedding location and were blessed by a sunny and crisp, but not cold, day.

Their photo session after the ceremony might have gone a little long because they kept finding more beautiful places to pose in and Stephen kept whispering things in Christine’s ear that made her giggle and blush and have to repeat the picture.

“You’re bad, Stephen,” she rebuked, poking him in the front of his impeccable tux.

“And you’re an Angel, my love,” he replied, kissing her hand.

She wouldn’t forget the way he’d looked at her as he’d put the ring on her hand, fingers shaking slightly. Stephen had grown a lot as a person after his near fatal accident that changed the course of his life.

“To think all these years living and working in this city and I never took the time to appreciate the park,” he mused, as they walked hand in hand over a leaf-strewn bridge. “Like so many other things, I neglected it until it was almost two late.” He looked at her with tender remorsefulness.

“Thank goodness for forgiving hearts and second chances.”