#[ scott summers ]

[yakichoufd]

[cinnibunbear]

😄😌😊

Teen jeanscott bc i was feeling nice about them today

[ashesfordayz]

How to give Logan a Boner 😂

[why-i-love-comics]

Avengers #21 - "Avengers Vs. X-Men" (2024)

written by Jed MacKay art by Valerio Schiti & Federico Blee

[electracution]

Scott Summers, 12.2024

Tumblr stop sabotaging my reach challenge!

PS I'll try to post more soon, since it's Christmas break, and although uni gave me a ton of work, I still have significantly more free time <3

[avetheangel]

Jed MacKay I FUCKIN LOVE YOU

They shot Juggernaut at the mothership like a bullet?

(X-Men Volume 7 #2)

[horror-vampire]

posting all of the team's reactions to kitty making up a story for illyana that one time

plus the ending bc it warmed my heart

[themushroomprince03]

So I have a hc that Xavier buys all the X-Men (and Magneto) the ugliest holiday sweaters ever. Anyways here’s what he’d give them

Cyclops: (Look at it man just LOOK AT IT)

(I couldn’t find good ones for Jean OR Storm this was very upsetting to me crying emoji. Logan tore up the last few sweaters Xavier bought for him, so he stopped getting them)

Kitty: (i have only seen her in Evolution, and this was exactly her in that show. She would wear this even when it’s not December)

Kurt: (Self explanatory. He would find it very funny)

Rogue: (The best Rogue is the cool goth version in this essay I—)

Gambit: (Also self-explanatory. He will turn it i to a crop top)

Erik/Max/Magnus/Magneto/Whatever other name he comes up with: (He gets 2 because he is Xavier’s special lil guy—I mean old friend, and Xavier couldn’t decide on one. He will claim to hate both sweaters but then will be seen wearing both)

And Xavier will wear this: (look its even blue like both of Erik’s sweaters)

(and then Deadpool will show up wearing this. He will not explain how/where he got it)

[perseusthetwinkie]

I don’t know how to use tumblr but I have ocs, Robins, and Scott Summers to talk about and I’ll be damned if the Big Tumble silences me

[star-lights-up]

As a Scot summers fan……… do we have a flag now? This is awesome

[mythomars]

I headcanon Scott Summers makes a MEAN charcuterie board 

[navisnt]

Scott Summers / Baby Driver

+my first post on here yaaya

watched baby driver last night again and drew this…pls tell me u guys see my vision

[a-roguish-gambit]

I wanted to do a bit of an Edwardian style Christmas card with these guys

Merry Christmas from my turn of the century x men evolution au! Thank you guys for all the support!!!

[astrothedreamdemon]

LMFAOOOO

[mandatory-blog-stop-asking]

I guess since I always write about X-Men when drunk, let me talk to you about Scott Summers.

Now look, Scott has a lot of haters, many of them my friends. I even agree with them. There's no easy way to take in Scott Summers. Because more than anything, Scott Summers is a question.

What do you do when they take it from you?

The answer can be many things. If you're Xavier, the answer is, you deny people their childhood. Scott, you're a child soldier by 13. You have just survived a traumatic plane crash in which your family seemingly all died. If you look at people, they die too, and it's your fault. You wear a literal filter to interact with everyone. Sometimes they tell you they're mad and you don't understand. The filter isn't thick enough. Xavier pats your head and tells you this is how it is. You have to be better. You have to be better than them. You have to be better than everybody.

If you're Magneto, the answer is your life. He had everything taken away from him so thoroughly, so long ago, that you, Scott, can't even fathom it. He's introduced to you while stealing nuclear warheads to threaten people who hate you. Every word Xavier has ever told you stings in your brain, like a worm. This is wrong. This is the enemy. He's doing it wrong. He's getting a bad grade at being a mutant. These feelings will poke at you for the rest of your life. You will come to disagree with them. By the time you're 40, you couldn't imagine a more steadfast ally than Magneto. He gets it, you see. No one else gets it like Max does.

If you're Jean Grey, the answer is fire. Create fire. Look for fire. Date a guy who can shoot fire from his eyes. Who can spit fire from his mouth and raise the dead with his words. Who can stand before the apocalypse and burn, burn as hard as fire can burn, as hot as a volcano, enough that the police are involved, that the Avengers are involved, that the gods are involved. Burn and burn and turn to ash and burn further until they stop telling you you're worthless. They never will. But Scott will never be one of them. He would rather burn everlasting than tell you you're less than what you think you are.

If you're Emma, it's kill them from the inside. Become part of the problem to make the problem go away. Meet the problem in their house. Fuck the problem. Buy the problem. Kill the problem by giving them a stroke. Emma thinks you, Scott, could be so much more. You could end the problem in a day, two days tops. You could rally them and radicalize them and make them see how insidious the problem is. But you never would. You tried, and it didn't agree to you. It got weird. You got weird.

If you're Logan, the answer is drinking. You drink and you try to forget, but you never do. You can't. You hang out with this guy, this beautiful, certain, consistent man, and you can't forget what you've lost, but you can make new memories. You can be someone else. You can put on a robe and lay down on a lazy chair and drink near Scott, overlooking the Earth, and you can think, I never want to forget this. I never want to not be here, with Scott, looking over everything. Feeling like I do, doing the things I do, having the relationship I do with him. But eventually it all goes away again, and you remember, right, I'm a violent person, I'm made for battle, I don't deserve love, I don't deserve Scott, I don't deserve anything. I deserve the woods. The wolves. The simplicity. The desire to forget, but never quite getting there. If you're Logan, you don't actually have an answer. Your whole life is a question without an answer.

And then you're Scott. You wonder what you should do when they take it from you. You're surrounded by people radicalized by their choices on how to react to that. You're radicalized by your mistakes. You're radicalized by the fights, the torture, the betrayal, the time in space, the time in hell, the time suffering. Every year of your life was the worst year of your life. Everything you've ever done is a thing to be mocked and used as a standard at the same time. No one knows who you are aside from the guy to listen to. You're 40. You're a father. You're tired. Your first instinct upon being given everything was gathering your family and moving; to the moon, even, where no one could hurt you. And then they took that away from you, too.

So, what do you do?

There's only really one answer.

You sigh, you put on the suit, you do some voice training, you call some friends. You do a speech. You suppress the feeling that it's futile, because that feeling is the oppressor, too. And you say it, like you've said it a thousand times, like you'll say it a thousand times more, like you were made to say, like you were taught to say, like your entire legacy will revolve around how you say this single phrase.

You will say this from your chest. You will say this when no one else is around and no one else is listening. You will say it because it's the right thing to say, and god damn it, at the end of the day, you will never acquiesce. You will never compromise. You will, in fact, always say it, for the rest of your life and beyond. When you're dead and buried and not coming back on the regular, people will still talk about how right you were when you said it, how righteous you sounded when you said it, and how certain you were when you said it.

You say it when they're attacking, you say it when you're attacking, you say it as a defense, you say it as a response, you say it as every figure of importance in your life has given way to compromise or disappointment; as everyone has left you, and has moved on, and has decided oppression doesn't equal a life poorly lived, and has asked you to lose their number because they can't do this anymore, it has taken too much from them and they don't want this to be their lives.

You say you understand, you lose their number, you stop relying on them, and you start saying it to others. Sometimes to people who are too young, but they get it. This is the only appropriate reaction, after all. You were Scott and you were 13 years old when you were a soldier. They can do that, too.

What do you do when they take everything away from you?

Scott Summers sighs and fills his chest with air.

When they take it all from you, Cyclops says "To me, my X-Men."

[why-i-love-comics]

Avengers #21 - "Avengers Vs. X-Men" (2024)

written by Jed MacKay art by Valerio Schiti & Federico Blee