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Extra xmen shit from my insta cause ngl I really like the vibe here and I’m probably gonna start reposting other stuff I like from there >:))))

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HAPPYYYY BIRTHHHD-

SHIT WAIT

*quietly* haaaaaaappppppyyyyyyyy birrrrrrthhhhdaaaaaaayyyy toooooooo yooooooooouuu

ugh.

Forgot it was my birthday until the mod reminded me.

Here's to another fuckin year.

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guys read the room i'm begging you-

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Please reblog if YES so your followers will know!

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Drew some of the x men 😋 it's my first time drawing a good amount of them but i think they came out good :]

(I'd say personally my favorites are gambit, rogue, and Scott)

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Quick mod post because I havent been on my A-Game. I'm trying my best to do this roleplay stuff, but I'm really new and nervous, and also super forgetful. It doesn't help that I never get updates unless I actively look for them. So, I'm just gonna say I'm going on a small break for the next couple of days, and apologize if I've ignored rp requests and stuff. I'm just gonna relax the rest of the week, you can engage, I just won't respond for a bit :)

Thank you!

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deck of cards sensory bottle

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Deadpools are a Wolvie’s best friend💘

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*My face falls and I nod slowly.* I guess it wouldn't be fun to be forgotten all the time. Is there no way to... I don't? Not forget? What if I tried really hard? Or wrote your name down on a Polaroid of you, would that work?

*Tensing a little.* Uh, I don't really know. I did it once and... it just... I don't think I get hurt, but it's scary. I don't like doing it. Which sucks, 'cause I do like singing, I just have to whisper every song.

*rummaging around in the kitchen cabinets, frantic.*

The hell do they keep the ibuprofen??

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Oh, sorry. Just guessed you were since I haven't seen you around before.

*I lean on the counter for some support.*

Never heard of a power like that before. But, I guess, everyone is different! That's what I like about this place. My powers? Uhm...

*I partially shrug.* I can rupture things while singing. And my hands go through things... sometimes. It's all a work in progress.

*rummaging around in the kitchen cabinets, frantic.*

The hell do they keep the ibuprofen??

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Well, since he tagged me, here is a very real photo of my honorary father

It happened. Garfield was a guest speaker at school. 100%

No pressure tags

@mercwithamouth-wade @its-gambit

Everyone post a random picture from your gallery,this is a tag game yes

@fymo-blogs @the-real-gmail @totally-china @dhampirdreamerz @france-unofficial

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That sounds fun, but I can't use you as an escape everytime. *I sigh, leaning on his shoulder.*

But... maybe I'll do that for a bit. Until I can get the whole 'boundary' thing figured out.

(SORRY!! I feel outta the loop from pain and forgot to respond 😭)

*rummaging around in the kitchen cabinets, frantic.*

The hell do they keep the ibuprofen??

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ForgetMeNot. That's a cool name. Bet you have some pretty cool powers, too, huh?

*I smile, quickly downing a few pills*

Are you a new student, too?

(SO SORRY OMG pain took me out for a few days and I forgot to respond 😅)

*rummaging around in the kitchen cabinets, frantic.*

The hell do they keep the ibuprofen??

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Meme redraw

He is the mother

Plz tell me if you saw this art by tumblr search, this is important

So apparently that post was shadowbanned

Im not deleting it

But that is so fuckin sad

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... I'm not very good at being direct. Especially when it hurts other people's feelings. I've known I've had to tell them to back off for a while, I'm just afraid...

*I sigh, flexing my hand as it becomes solid again.*

Thanks for listening, though. I hope your day is going well, with puppies and whatnot.

*rummaging around in the kitchen cabinets, frantic.*

The hell do they keep the ibuprofen??

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Yeah, I want to. But they're complaining about their home life, and I don't think a 'fuck off' would help them. But I also,

*gestures to self vaguely*

am not in the mood to listen to trauma. What do you do then? Politely ask them to withhold their thoughts, right? But then they hit you with 'okay but listen' and I'm stuck. What do I do then?

*rummaging around in the kitchen cabinets, frantic.*

The hell do they keep the ibuprofen??