#I yearn to be an x men
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theloverboy27 · 2 months ago
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Motivating myself to study for midterms by pretending I go to Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters and that if I complete them I get to go do X-Men activities
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bertoyana · 10 months ago
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erik + doing That Thing where he looks at charles very intently and without blinking.
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richter-kale · 3 months ago
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dug up an old scogan doodle to celebrate the new wolverine film :}
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0livdocx · 6 months ago
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This line is a proof that Erik’s helmet is technically his mental chastity belt which prevents his mind from having Charlesex:
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stuntujeskladakiem · 2 months ago
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Dracula gently holds his boyfriend
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jasontoddsmommyissues · 4 months ago
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To be honest, I would let Cassandra Nova do unspeakable things to me.
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lovewithoutagony · 6 months ago
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i love being an artist bc if my brain demands old men kissing my hands would dive right into it and be done in 40 minutes
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wolverinesprincess · 2 months ago
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boyfriend vibes 😩🫠🩷🌸
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theotherbuckley · 1 year ago
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*Getting so much queer media this august like rwrb, heartstopper, good omens*
My brain: yeah sure but hear me out there’s these two firefighters—
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mymreaderlibrary · 1 year ago
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Could always go for some old man yaoi between Price and an older veteran reader so here are some ramblings.
[Old friends, pre relationship, yearning, beard buddies, ramblings/ no coherency].
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The 141's mission calls for a specialization that they don't meet (at least not well enough to risk failure), but what would you know Price has an old buddy who can help. The thing is he's a veteran who's not all that interested in exiting his retirement especially considering he lost a limb. However he's not one to abandon those in need and with a little convincing he decides to assist, offering his expertise mostly off of the field.
In their downtime y/n and Price get to catch up and spend some time together over drinks. It's been a while since they've seen each other considering how differently they now lead their lives. Y/n is embarrassed to admit he's already getting grey hairs as Price questions his brutally short buzzcut. He never used to cut his hair like that even in his younger years. Price jokes that he's disappointed that y/n is trying to hide his new silver fox look. Y/n says he'll get to see it when it starts growing into his beard. Maybe it's the alcohol but the teasing lingers in both of their minds, feeling more sincere than joking.
Even if they've spent a lot of time apart there's still things they know about each other by heart. Particularly how apprehensive y/n is to being assisted with anything. There's no fragility allowed as he'd rather grin and bare it than accept help, especially with his new(ish) disability. Price doesn't speak on the matter, but he does get frustrated at the other man's stubbornness, a subtle crinkle to his eye as he watches his friend struggle.
Speaking of stubbornness, the 141 get to "enjoy" having two hardheaded older men on the same team. Double the scolding and double the exasperated sighing, somehow it's like being together has combined them into the ultimate grumpy old man. Laswell wouldn't admit it but once their voices start to layer over each other she tunes them out. They're gonna be going in circles for a while and it's near impossible to stop them. It would be almost comedic if it didn't happen all the damn time. ( Worst of all is that most of their arguments are them agreeing on something, but thinking the other misunderstood due to how they phrased their response).
Night times are often nostalgic, neither of them are heavy sleepers so if one wakes up so does the other. They try to get as much sleep in when they can, but if they feel like reminiscing over times long gone then who's to stop them. Stories about Price's younger years in training and y/n's experience with that one damn drill instructor who seemed to hate his guts. Stories about how shitty their first long range shots were and how they could barely even hit the target. Stories about all the times they found themselves in some form of trouble be it on the field or in base. Y/n remembers the time they had to share one shitty cot that they almost punched each other over. Price remembers when they were stuck in a tundra for over a month and were so excited to have a hot shower again they just went at the same time. Neither of them mention how much they actually enjoyed that closeness and how both of them were too cowardly to initiate anything. But they do mention the day they got split up, sent to entirely different countries. Y/n admits to being disappointed he hadn't gotten the chance to say goodbye... Price says he's glad they didn't, sometimes goodbye's like those are bad luck.
They take a moment to look at each other, see scars old and new, wrinkles forming in places that used to be so smooth. Price can't help but look at y/n's eyes, seeing that familiar color that never seemed to fade despite all its seen. He thinks back to that warm shower over a decade ago and how they looked then too. The steam that rose from y/n's chest, the subtle brush of skin they shared as they tried to dance around each other. He remembers that expectation of something more that never came.
They squeeze each other's hands, but the moment passes in silence and neither of them move. Eventually they break eye contact and drift back to sleep.
It seems even now they’re still too cowardly.
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rosieaurora · 2 years ago
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B. WOLF PINING HEADCANONS
The sheriff of Fabletown was in love with you for the longest time without you suspecting a thing.
And if he had his way, you’d never know.
He was supposed to be your friend - it was wrong for him to feel this way.
Bigby could hide from his feelings with work and drink all he liked, but he couldn't deny that yours was the face he looked forward to seeing every day.
Or how many times he had put his hand on the seat next to yours during a taxi ride, hoping for just the slightest touch of your hand, or how he would smile just a little bit more easily when you were around.
He thinks he's done a good job hiding his feelings so far, but to everybody else, it’s obvious he’s softer with you.
You couldn’t tell the difference because he’s always been that way around you.
He’s very protective for just a “friend” but you thought he was like that with everyone close to him.
Which is true. But you dial his protectiveness up to an eleven.
He walks you home if you’ve stayed out unusually late to make sure you’re safe.
If you’ve got a date with someone else, he won’t stop you from going, but he will ask around to find out if they’re an asshole or not so he can warn you.
He knows he wouldn’t be able to control himself if he found out you were being treated poorly and he would rather you didn’t see that side of him.
When you look at him, you don’t see a monster and he doesn’t want to lose that.
He doesn’t want to lose you.
You make his life so much better just by being in it and that’s what makes it all the more difficult for him.
Bigby knew people judged you for being his friend. He also knew you didn't care - he finally got the message the hundredth time you insisted you didn't care what other people thought.
But he did.
You don’t deserve to be shunned by every other fable just so he can be selfish and keep you in his life.
Bigby can’t imagine you ever returning his feelings so whenever an “I love you” almost slips out of him, he would imagine the betrayal in your eyes if you knew your best friend was in love with you and the words die in his throat.
Bigby can take a lot of punishment, but rejection from you would completely shatter him.
But, if you could learn to love the big bad wolf, maybe he could allow himself to dream a little.
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bertoyana · 7 months ago
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i don't even have a smart or funny caption for this one because what the fuck does these looks from erik even mean. why is he looking at charles like he wants to climb him like a tree. why does he look so painfully fond. i'm convinced this man got his ass taken over by erik lehnsherr's real spirit in this scene and he was being puppetered around like ratatouille or venom. what were even simon kimberg's indications here i'm so confused
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intothebagelverse · 1 year ago
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i have covid AND strep! two whole illnesses! you know what that means
SICK SPOT HEADCANONS
when you’re sick…
The Worrier Ever. he wonders if you’re hiding symptoms so he doesn’t feel bad but ultimately listens to you.
gives you the best treatment. he took care of your chores. he already got you an appointment set up to get some medicine (whatever he couldn’t get over the counter).
deathly afraid of getting sick himself but the idea of you having to even lift a finger while sick is worse. he’ll bathe you if he has to.
those portals are the best thing on earth. one by your bed so you can pop through and get him if you need to, one that goes right to the bathroom and/or kitchen, just generally using them to make your life easier
when he’s sick
you know how men go baby mode when sick? yeah that’s him. cosmic horror to poor sickly meow meow in a single day.
please hold him but also STAY BACK HE DOESN’T WANT TO GET YOU SICK
he can’t take whag he dishes out and refuses to “inconvenience” you by “making” you take care of him…but if you’re persistent enough he’ll stop complaining and a particularly feverish johnny will hold his arms out to you. hold himb <3
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bloodspillmlm · 3 months ago
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the fact that i don’t look exactly like him is TRANSPHOBIC AS FUCK
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quillisadoll · 4 months ago
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The reason why Tamaki is so obsessed with Haruhi was because he was trying to prove a point
That he like girls
Sure no one doubted him that he is straight but he needed to prove it to himself.
Sure the one girl who caught his eye looked and acted very "boyish" but whatever!! He likes Haruhi and that's that
Even though he doesn't get that fluffy feeling in his brain, the pure adrenaline of just being able to talk to them, the giddiness of seeing them in the hallways, the feeling of fireworks going off in his heart-
Yeah that doesn't matter he really likes Haruhi
It doesn't matter how he looks at his best friend.
Really it doesn't matter
They're just friends
Best friends
Even if Tamaki thought Kyoya was one of the most beautiful people he has ever met
It does not matter! I mean of course he finds him pretty everyone does! I mean he's in a host club for a reason.
Tamaki wishes he was a girl sometimes
He wishes he could be one of those girls who Kyoya talks to
Of course he would never say it out loud and besides it's more of a curiosity then anything
Nothing else
Just curiosity
Tamaki likes Haruhi a lot
He thinks she's the most nicest person he's ever met
So of course he likes her!
After all that's what's right
He likes Haruhi and no one else
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yeahhebites · 5 months ago
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Shhh! I have to tuck him into bed first before I go hunt! Don't wake him!
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