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To reiterate:
Trump's transphobic Executive Orders regarding healthcare and Federal documents are currently unenforceable and are not current actionable policy of the Federal government.
Do not despair.
Do not panic.
And most importantly: do not comply in advance.
Staying alive is a radical act as a trans person in Trump's America.
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Knights and Princesses (Kurt Wagner x Fem!Reader)
One of the younger students at the school asks you and some other X-men to play a game of pretend. And a certain blue elf takes it as a chance to be a charming little dork. (shameless Kurt x Reader fluff w Scott and an unnamed x-baby making an appearance)
A.N. So, this was actually written many, many years ago on an old blog of mine but I've been wanting to write some Kurt stuff again, so I decided to dust it off, revise it, and post it here. Hope you enjoy!
The reader is called "princess" and is described as wearing a dress, but no other descriptors are present.
Kids were something else, you muse as you smooth out the creases in your elaborate outfit, particularly the children at Xavier’s school. You liked kids but one little tot had taken a great liking to you, she was about six and was always roping you into playing pretend with her. You didn’t mind, after all, who could say no to an excuse to act like a kid again? And if these little games between your harrowing missions made you and the girl smile, who were you to say no?
But, as you stand at the top of the main staircase, dressed in a pink, lacy princess dress, you wonder if you had to invest in proper costumes for the sessions of make-believe.
The dress was too small for you, the skirt not even going to your knees, and you had to leave the back unzipped just to fit in it; but it made the little one happy to see you oblige her wanting to play “Knights and Princesses” by playing the latter. You had naturally wanted to be the knight with her, but that role had been given to none other than…
“Oh Princess of Xavier castle, we are here to rescue you!” called a dramatic and accented voice from the bottom of the stairs. You watched as Kurt and the little one leaped from the shadows, both donning knightly costumes and plastic swords.
That was your cue, you step out and place your hand on the banister at the top of the grand staircase. “Oh my brave knights!” you cried in a wavering, simpering tone. Hey, if you were stuck as the princess, might as well have some fun, right? “Please, you must run and save yourselves!”
“Knight’s never run!” the girl shouted with pride, puffing out her chest.
“What she said!” Kurt confirmed.
“But, my heroes, you don’t understand! There’s a fearsome dragon- and he’ll surely destroy both of you!” You paused, but nothing happened. “I said.” you repeated, far more sharp this time, “He’s sure. To destroy. Both of you!”
“Rawer.” came a flat voice from the other side of the stairs.
Scott came out into the open, dressed in a cardboard and crayon-colored attempt at a dragon’s costume you and the mini knight had made to fit him. He had wanted to be a knight too, but folded like a cheap suit the moment the girl gave him the Big Sad Eyes and asked him to be their dragon.
Surprisingly, despite his flat tone, he wasn't doing too bad.
"Who dares enter my castle!" he said, ending with a much better roar than his first.
The little girl yelled dramatically “The Knights of the X Table, that's who! Now get back, you nasty beast! You won’t terrorize the princess any longer!”
" 'Nasty'? Well, that's a little uncalled f- AH!" Scott's mumbling was cut off as the tiny knight charged, swinging her sword wildly.
“Sir Kurt, you get the princess to safety, I’ll deal with the creature!” She called back as Scott the dragon let out another yell and ran for the next room.
Kurt looked up at you with a wink, “My pleasure!” and disappeared in a puff of purple smoke.
He reappeared next to you, that wicked grin displayed brilliantly on his face. His tail gripped the back of your dress and pulled, effectively causing you to spin into his arms. You couldn’t help the heat rising in your cheeks as his face neared yours.
“Are you ready, meine Prinzessin?” he asked in a low, almost intimate tone. But before you had time to reply with anything but flustered mumbles, he pointed his sword at the sky and yelled “Fear not, your Highness, for I shall throw you to safety!”
That got your attention “Wait ‘throw’!?”
Before you could free yourself of the elf, he lifted you into his arms and the gesture would have been romantic, if he had not immediately tossed you over the banister.
You only had time to scream something along the lines of ‘I’ll run you through with that plastic sword, Wagner’ before you were engulfed in black and purple smoke. Next thing you knew, Kurt was crouching on the ground floor holding you closely…and barely concealing his teasing chuckles!
“Come now, Liebling, did you really think I would let you get hurt?” He asked, obviously still amused at how shocked your face was.
“You could have warned me,” you crossed your arms, but even you knew all he had to do was smile to be forgiven.
“Ah, but where would be the fun in that?”
You rolled your eyes, but then the voice of Kurt’s fellow knight in cardboard armor came from the other room. “Sir Kurt, have you gotten the princess yet!?”
“Oh, my dear knight, thank you for freeing me from that awful tower!” you cried, falling back into character easily and making sure the little one heard you.
“Of course, my fair damsel,” Kurt replied in that theatrical voice, but then “anything for you,” he added in that same low tone he used before. “You know, usually the prince gets a kiss in reward when saving a damsel in distress.”
“Is that so?” You ran your hands up his chest and leaned in so your lips were just a breath apart. “Well, my prince…” you swore you heard him draw in a breath and hold it, anticipation simmering- right before you snatched the plastic sword from his hand and jumped to your feet. “You'll have to get your kiss after we defeat the dragon!”
The look on his face was priceless as you winked at him and turned towards the next room. You brandished the sword proudly and charged towards the mini knight and Scott the dragon, yelling like a Shakespearian actor about how the beast’s days were numbered.
You didn’t see the look of complete adoration etched on Kurt’s face as he watched you, tail swaying dreamily behind him. After allowing himself a smitten sigh, he stood straight and pulled a second plastic sword from his belt.
"Wait for me!"
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How Kurt would act if he had a crush on you
Kurt Wagner x reader
Kurt would frequently steal glances at you when he thinks you’re not looking, his yellow eyes filled with admiration and curiosity. When you catch him, he quickly looks away, blushing slightly.
To mask his growing feelings, Kurt might start playfully teasing you, making light-hearted jokes or gently poking fun at you in a way that’s always kind and never hurtful.
Despite his usually confident and charming demeanor, Kurt becomes a bit more nervous when you’re around. His usual grace might falter slightly, and he might stumble over his words when talking to you.
Kurt would find small ways to be close to you, like holding doors open, offering you his arm when you’re walking together, or helping you with tasks. Each gesture is subtle but filled with care.
He’d go out of his way to learn about your likes and dislikes. You’d find that he always knows your favorite snack, remembers little details you mention in passing, and surprises you with things that make you smile.
Kurt might try to compliment you, but it often comes out flustered and hurried, as he gets embarrassed about being too forward. Still, his sincerity shines through.
In battle or during missions, Kurt would be extra protective of you. He’s always making sure you’re safe, ready to teleport you out of harm’s way in an instant if necessary.
He’d start inviting you to do things with him, like practicing in the Danger Room, going for walks, or just hanging out. He tries to keep it casual, but it’s clear he enjoys your company.
When you stand close to him, Kurt becomes noticeably more fidgety. His tail swishes more, and his hands might move nervously as he tries to focus on anything other than how near you are.
His teasing would gradually evolve into more subtle flirting. He’d compliment your bravery, your skills, or how you light up a room, always with a mischievous smile that hints at his deeper feelings.
Kurt would often find himself daydreaming about you, lost in thought with a small, dreamy smile on his face. Sometimes, he doesn’t even realize he’s doing it until someone else points it out.
He would frequently seek out your opinion or approval on things, valuing what you think and using it as a way to connect with you on a deeper level.
Kurt would start opening up to you about his past, his family, and his faith. Sharing these personal stories is his way of letting you into his world, hoping you might see him as more than just a friend.
Though he’d never admit it, Kurt would feel a pang of jealousy if he saw you getting close to someone else. He might withdraw a bit, unsure of how to handle his emotions, but never wanting to show it outright.
After building up the courage, Kurt would eventually confess his feelings in a sweet, heartfelt way. He’d probably be a bit nervous, maybe even teleporting around out of anxious energy, but he’d make sure you know how much you mean to him.
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It may be a little out of character, but I'm a sucker for slow burns. 😮💨
#nightcrawler#nightcrawler x reader#kurt wagner x reader#This is feels very in character for him#personally
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After Peter takes Tony on a poor person's tour of New York City (Part 1), Tony decides to get some revenge by bringing the kid to California to see how the other side lives
First order of business: a tailored suit. Peter stands awkwardly while an elderly man takes his measurements and adjusts his posture. "Which side do you dress?" he asks. Peter's eyebrows crinkle, "um, I dress all my sides?" Tony snorts. "No Pete, he's asking which side your di—" "OH"
They take the private jet of course. "I've actually done this part you know Mr. Stark," he tells him smugly. "Yes I do know, Happy complained about it for 20 minutes after we dropped you off. Do you even have a passport?" "Nope!"
Tony's Audi R8 is waiting for them in the parking lot in all its hot red glory. Tony tosses Peter the keys. "Really!?" "All part of the experience kid. Wait till you get on those long Malibu roads, bet we can watch the sunset on the beach if you step on it."
Peter does in fact step on it. Tony regrets ever opening his mouth. "I thought you said you had your driver's license!" "I do! Well, learner's permit. Y'know Spider-Man stole a car once. It was awesome." Tony tightens his grip on the seat.
Tony makes him pull over when he sees an ice cream shop. Peter is very excited to get a cone, and Tony is very excited that Peter made it this far without driving off a cliff. (Peter is not allowed to drive again)
They walk along the beach while they eat, Peter rolls up his pants and wades barefoot into the shoreline waves. As much as Tony planned this trip to get revenge on Peter for the chaotic day in New York, he can't help but smile at the boy's contentment
-When they get to the mansion Peter takes it upon himself to look into every single room. "That's a linen closet." "IT'S THE SIZE OF MY BEDROOM."
There are five guest rooms. One has a foosball table and mini fridge, another with a tv the size of a wall. there are two downstairs and two in a separate upstairs hallway. Tony tells Peter to pick whatever one he wants... he picks the room right across from Tony's (he should have expected that)
They hit LA the next day. "You didn't bring a hat or something?" "No, why?" Tony hands him a pair of his ostentatious sunglasses. "Borrow these." Peter wears them on their way to get lunch and it becomes clear very quickly why when within 20 minutes there are half a dozen paparazzi following them and snapping photos while yelling questions
"Mr. Stark who are you with?" "Stark what are your thoughts on the floods in Libya" "young man what is your name?" "hey kid how do you know Stark?" "Mr. Stark is this your illegitimate son?" "what does Ms. Potts think about your past sexual history?" "does this have anything to do with the child labour accusations against Stark industries?" Tony keeps his head up and continues walking down the street without pause when he speaks. "This young man is part of SI's intern program, and he's exceptional enough to work directly with me. No further questions please," and with that he grabs Peter's arm and pulls him into a cafe
"Woah," Peter says dizzily. "Yep." Tony replies simply
Tony orders them some sandwiches and smoothies—"14 dollars for a small?! What's it made of, gold?" Peter exclaims. Tony shrugs with a sip of the straw. "Probably, they put that stuff in everything nowadays. All it does is rack up the bill and stick to your teeth"
They don't spend too much time out before they need to go home and get ready for a charity gala. Tony watches in amusement as Peter struggles with his tie for five minutes before stepping in and tying it for him. He also puts on Peter's cufflinks for him. "These look expensive..." he examines the silver squares with a subtle P.P. monogram. "Meh, just six hundred." Peter balks while staring at the small accessory. "Mine were 3k," Tony says with a smirk, showing off his own cufflinks in a much more garish T.S. shape. Peter pales nauseously.
Peter sticks close to Tony in the large ballroom, shaking a dozen hands of old white men who all look the same and women who waddle around in their long dresses (Peter steps on one woman's train causing her to trip into a wobbly drunk woman, sending them both sprawling on the ground. Peter decides to inconspicuously speed walk away after brushing off the evidence of his footprint on the stiff fabric. Tony nearly gives him away with his laughter)
Peter grabs a glass of champagne at a waiter's offering, only to have it immediately taken from his hand by Tony. "Hey!" "you really thought I'd let you drink right in front of me?" Peter pauses. "Alcohol? I thought it was sparkling juice or something. Why'd the waiter give it to me, do I look 21 in a suit?" Tony scoffs at the hopeful flush to Peter's round cheeks. "Yeah no, but most aristocrats are alcoholics by 15 so the wait staff don't discriminate."
Tony orders him a virgin shirley temple from the bar and he's content
Peter later comes out of the bathroom with a stiff posture and quickly makes his way back to Tony. "Um, some people just offered me cocaine?" "did you take it?" "no..." "then we're good." Peter's eyebrows furrow as Tony moves on
"Here, you pick the amount," Tony says as he hands his checkbook and a pen to Peter. "Um, what is this for again?" Tony pauses. "Either youth literacy programs or LGBT suicide prevention." Peter shrugs and writes down 5000. Tony takes it back with a nod and then adds another zero
Tony doesn't say anything as Peter looks over the appetizers spread out on a white cloth table. Most of it is confusing or disgusting, and none of it looks very filling. He picks up something seemingly innocent, meat on a cracker. "I thought this was ham, but it's kind of greasy," he comments as he chews. Tony smirks at him. "It's foie gras." Peter stares at him blankly. "Duck or goose liver. They overfeed the birds to fatten them." Peter subtly spits it out into a cloth napkin that is way too nice to get dirty
They get burgers on the way home.
Later that evening Ned sends Peter a text with a TMZ article: Tony Stark and New Company Heir in LA. "You're in LA?!?? YOU'RE GONNA BE A CEO?" Peter face palms before texting back. "I'm boujee now Ned, don't talk to me again until your net worth is at least 3 mil"
#Oh thank you so much for giving me life#irondad#irondad and spiderson#peter parker#tony stark#mcu#marvel mcu#marvel#ned being the best
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DoFP is always known as the Cherik divorce movie when really it should be known as the Put Hank In Situations™ movie. Like a weird drunk guy shows up, punches him in the face, he's not allowed to beat the drunk guy up, the drunk guy undoes 10 years of Hanks hard work and makes him reunite with his deadbeat stepdad, he has to watch his parents fight and then make out on a plane while he's flying it, he fights his deadbeat stepdad then gets harassed by paparazzi, and then his stepdad tries to murder him and his father. Like Hank is just going through the trenches in this movie, it's like the parent trap but nobody wants to be there and the parents are trying to kill each other
I haven't seen this movie in 3 years so take this with a grain of salt as this is all based on what I vaguely remember
#my man#I need you to know that it is exactly like that#when Logan accidentally loses his past self to his present self Charles literally tells his past self you took some wrong cocaine#This is literally the Hank at Bernie’s movie. Dude had no idea what the fuck was going on.
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Injustice AU. Bruce stood at the stove, flipping pancakes with surprising finesse.
“You’re staring,” he said without looking up, his voice softer than Clark had ever heard it.
Clark grinned. “Can you blame me? You’re wearing an apron that says, ‘Kiss the Cook.’”
Bruce smirked. “So, what are you waiting for?”
Clark laughed, leaning in to kiss his cheek. He knew it wasn’t real. Bruce didn’t say things like that or act this way. Yet, the dream was so vivid that he let himself sink into the fantasy.
He wanted to savor every second, every gentle word, unwilling to wake up and return to the reality where Superman and Batman were enemies.
When Bruce turned to him, his eyes warm and free of distrust, Clark felt a pang in his chest. Just a little longer, he thought.
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Bruce rarely dreamed—or if he did, they were usually nightmares. But this dream was different. He was standing in his kitchen, flipping pancakes—of all things—with Clark leaning against the counter, looking at him like he was the center of the universe.
“You’re staring,” Bruce found himself saying. Clark laughed in response.
The scene was surreal. Bruce didn’t cook. He didn’t wear ridiculous aprons. They hadn’t chatted freely like this since Lois’s death. But here, in this dream, he was free to pretend.
When Clark stepped closer, brushing against him with a casual intimacy, Bruce felt his heart tighten. It’s not real, he reminded himself. But that was the beauty of it. This was a world where he could be open and vulnerable without fear of the cost.
As Clark kissed his cheek, Bruce closed his eyes, letting the moment linger. He’d never admit it aloud, but he knew he would remember this feeling long after waking. It’s a nice dream, he thought.
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Phil: Pac, it's your boyfriend. It's your boyfriend Pac, he's here.
Pac: 🤭
For people who are wondering: Pac heard everything Phil said. 😅
#this happened on the QSMP#multiple times#the canon is what I make of it#and I say this is canon#hideduo
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Phil: Pac, it's your boyfriend. It's your boyfriend Pac, he's here.
Pac: 🤭
For people who are wondering: Pac heard everything Phil said. 😅
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Do you guys think Hank cried the first time he watched beauty and the beast?
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