#Terroris

[thegeopolitica]

Israel finally managed to eliminate its dreaded enemy Mohammed Dief after...

[shakir2]

West not at war with Islam!

Originally published on 24/02/2015.  Also published by Pakistani National Newspaper “The Nation”. Link below. President Barak H. Obama Jaw boned the incredulous participants at the White House Summit. Although every Muslim and non-Muslim, with a little acumen, equally and sincerely would wish so, unfortunately, the statement was flat-out unbelievable. Mr. President, you continued fighting a war…

[starry-nights12]

Currently in the midst of writing a mutual pinning timebomb fic.

Jinx's thinking is: He's such an amazing person. Anyone would be lucky to have him. Who wouldn't? I know I would.

But he wouldn't feel the same way. Friendship is one thing but dating me? That's crossing the line.

Besides, Ekko's always been confident. Even If he like-liked me, he would have said something.

Meanwhile, Ekko is internally screaming: Gods, help me, she's looking at me. She's beautiful.

How do I confess my love to her without looking stupid? What if she rejects me? I'll just embarrass myself. I have to do it. JUST FUCKING SAY IT!!!

[lusi-raul]

Phil’s kids miss him too much they had to terrorize him from another dimension 😂

[pietroleopoldo]

Ma quando avevano smentito la cosa del Colosseo pensavo che avessero smentito tutto 😭

[yunoteru4ever]

@thesafaribaggirl-returns Hey, thanks for following/reading!

(I hope you don't mind me transplanting this Ask over to the aforementioned Future Diary blog, but since I'm about to get heavy on my Sakae Esuno geekery, I figured it was most appropriate here.)

SO: I haven't read the manga / watched the anime for Toilet-Bound Hanako-Kun yet for... pretty dumb reasons, honestly, although I should at least mention that Dusk Maiden — both its anime AND the entire run of its manga — predate the existence of even the first chapter of Hanako-Kun's manga. So if anything, that description should be reversed and Hanako-kun is the one that's Dusk Maiden for a different audience. (I infer from your Ask that it's probably mostly aimed at girls? Although I don't know enough about it to be sure of that.) Regardless of which one came first, though, I think it's safe to say that Hanako-kun is much better known and more popular by now. It's been in my "try-this-some-time" list for years now.

But I've not yet touched Hanako-kun largely because I'm just SO emotionally invested in Sakae Esuno's Hanako and the Terror of Allegory manga that I'm lowkey bitter that this other manga starring the same bathroom-dwelling ghost of legend (and featuring their name right in the title) is way more popular and occupies far more space within pop culture's collective unconscious. ........ Even though, yeah, that's inherently dumb and epically silly of me.

Y'all likely know where these mangas stand among Western weebs. If Toilet-Bound Hanako-Kun rates (in the West) around "fairly popular/well-known among seasonal anime/manga devotees" then Hanako and the Terror of Allegory lands at something like "obscure to all Western anime/manga fans to a degree that is hard to quantify." Which I obviously consider to be a goddamn shame.

Ultimately, it's not like I've ever prevented myself from consuming MANY wildly varied interpretations of Sherlock Holmes or Wonder Woman or whoever, y'know? The only difference is really that, as a Westerner, the legend of Hanako doesn't show up on my radar as much as.... idk,King Arthur or whatever common legends we have here.

Besides, the gender identities of these two Hanakos are exact opposites! That ALONE is gonna make them EXTREMELY distinct from one another.

So I hereby vow to give Hanako-kun its fair shake pretty soon.

[clownprince]

anyway just to make my stance absolutely clear: this blog is 100% NOT a safe space for b22 riddler haters

[jinglebellrockstars]

i dont mean to be dramatic or anything but i cant stand how every time i search the word "Frankenstein" on twitter i get assaulted with fascists insulting trans people and posting top surgery pictures to fearmonger about basic medical procedures because an entire political party of this hell country literally has the position of "modern medicine is scary and evil" on par with a toddler crying when it gets a shot and yet are still considered a legitimate position of thought and it makes me wanna start killing people every time i see the audacity, as someone who had to live in and out of hospitals because of illness on top of a decent person with a conscious and basic human empathy for trans people

[fairuzfan]

Oh my gosh

This is pure evil. They say 12 employees participated in Oct 7th so they have to stop feeding the entire population????

[bluizu]

I wish the wars in Ukraine,palestine and etc could just stop

FRRRRRR

[xtruss]

Türkiye 🇹🇷 Suspended All Trade With “The Terroris, Fascist, Apartheid, War Criminal, The Bastard Child of The US, UK, Germany, France, Italy, Australia And The Rest of The Puppet West, The Illegal Regime of The Zionist 🐖 🐷 🐖 🐗: Isra-hell” Effective Immediately Over The Humanitarian Crisis It Has Caused In Gaza, The Turkish Trade Ministry Announced On Thursday.

"Export and import transactions related to Israel have been stopped, covering all products," the ministry said. "Turkey will strictly and decisively implement these new measures until the Israeli Government allows an uninterrupted and sufficient flow of humanitarian aid to Gaza." On Friday, Turkish Trade Minister Omer Bolat said Turkey's trade halt with Israel will continue until a permanent ceasefire in Gaza is secured as well as unhindered humanitarian aid flow to the region.

Israeli Foreign Minister Israel Katz criticised the move on the social media platform X, saying that Turkish President Recep Tayyip Erdogan was behaving like "a dictator". Katz accused Erdogan of breaking bilateral agreements between the two countries and said the country would work to create trade alternatives with other countries. Turkey and Israel have a free trade agreement that has been in effect since 1997. Trade volume between the two countries was $6.3bn in 2023, out of which 76 percent were Turkish exports, according to the Turkish Statistical Institute.

The trade ministry said in the same statement that they are coordinating with the Palestinian Ministry of National Economy to ensure that Palestinians who live in occupied territories such as the West Bank wouldn't be harmed by the move. Turkey was also exporting products to Palestinian territories through Israeli customs.

Since suffering significant losses in Turkey's local elections in March, the Turkish government has intensified its criticism of Israel and taken a series of steps against Prime Minister Benjamin Netanyahu's government. The government has assessed that its comparatively more balanced policy regarding Palestine and Gaza had negatively impacted its core voters who are pious Muslims concerned about the ongoing Israeli invasion in Gaza.

The war in Gaza began on 7 October, when Hamas and other Palestinian armed groups launched a surprise attack on southern Israel, killing 1,200 people and taking at least 240 people hostage. Israel responded to the attacks with a declaration of war, launching a siege on Gaza and a devastating aerial bombing campaign that was followed by a ground invasion.

Israel's war on the enclave has killed more than 34,000 Palestinians, most of whom are women and children, levelled entire residential neighbourhoods, and targeted other civilian infrastructure including schools, hospitals, and mosques. The Turkish government first imposed export restrictions to Israel on more than 50 products on 9 April.

The Turkish president last month publicly met Hamas leaders, including the political bureau chief Ismail Haniyeh, for the first time since the 7 October attack against Israel by the group, and dispatched his Foreign Minister Hakan Fidan to Doha to meet senior Hamas officials. Fidan, in a separate statement earlier this week, announced that Ankara would also join South Africa's genocide case against Israel at the International Court of Justice (ICJ).

Fidan said that Turkey has been deliberating on how to respond to Israel's actions during the war on Gaza for a while, and has already taken steps against Israel, such as restricting some exports. "Our legal experts have been studying how to participate in the legal case against Israel at the ICJ," Fidan said during televised remarks on Wednesday.

Turkish President Recep Tayyip Erdogan approved the officials' plan, Fidan added, so Turkey "will legally support South Africa's case against Israel at the ICJ, and file our application to the court soon". Turkey aims to strengthen South Africa's case with this step. Nicaragua and Colombia have previously tried to intervene in the same case with separate applications, but the court has yet to make a judgment on their request. Fidan said Turkey discussed the issue with some members of the Organisation of Islamic Cooperation, who said they are likely to also join the case.

[valentina-lauricella]

Dei terrori notturni

"Viene il vento recando il suon dell'ora

Dalla torre del borgo. Era conforto

Questo suon, mi rimembra, alle mie notti,

Quando fanciullo, nella buia stanza,

Per assidui terrori io vigilava,

Sospirando il mattin. (...)"

Alquanto inquieto, perchè vivace, egli era forse molesto ad una allevatrice impaziente, solita a confondere il brio colla insolenza, e a chiamar bontà la dabbenaggine.

La novella degli spiriti fu lo specifico sicuro per liberarla dalla importunità del fanciullo. Eccolo infatti divenuto attonito e timoroso; riguardare l'avvicinarsi della notte come un supplizio, i luoghi tenebrosi come caverne spaventevoli; palpitare nel letto angosciosamente; sudar freddo;

raccogliersi pauroso sotto le lenzuola; cercar di parlare, e nel trovarsi solo inorridire da capo a piedi. L'allevatrice ha perfettamente ottenuto il suo intento.

Il fanciullo, durante il giorno, non dimentica i suoi terrori notturni: basta minacciarlo di porlo in fondo ad un luogo oscuro, o di darlo in preda a qualche mostro, per renderlo ubbidiente e sottomesso a qualunque comando. Qual barbarie! Le nutrici, o balie, che si servono di questi infami mezzi per tenere in freno i loro allievi, cospirano contro il bene della società, e

si fanno ree di una specie di omicidio presso il genere umano. Esse tolgono ai fanciulli il coraggio, che è una delle doti più proprie a render meno infelice che sia possibile la vita dell'uomo.

[...] Un ribrezzo involontario in qualche occasione, una ripugnanza secreta ad entrar solo di notte in una camera tenebrosa, o a traversare un appartamento oscuro, è quasi comune ad ogni uomo.

Noi la superiamo facilmente, ma ci avvediamo di superarla.

Si rende naturale all'uomo una qualità che egli non dovrebbe mai aver conosciuta. Esso è obbligato a farsi violenza per vincere una forza interna, che è omai, come quella delle passioni, divenuta inseparabile dal suo animo. Meraviglioso potere della educazione! Gli uomini più grandi non hanno saputo evitarne gli effetti. Voltaire, quel banderaio degli spiriti forti, quell'uomo sì ragionevole e sì nemico dei pregiudizj, tremava nelle tenebre come un fanciullo.

[arielfi]

Israelin vastainen väkivalta kasvussa

Israelin hallitus on johtamassa maan kaaokseen, jonka kaltaista ei ole nähty vuosiin. Oikeudellisen kaaoksen jatkuessa on rinnalle noussut nyt turvallisuuskaaos. Viime viikkoina Israeliin kohdistuneissa terrori-iskuissa on kuollut myös ulkomaalaisia matkailijoita, raketti-iskuja on tullut samaan aikaan sekä pohjoisesta että etelästä ja myös ulkoiset uhat ovat kasvussa. Kaksi…

[emperor-neo]

Man, TimKon has to have craziest in-laws. Imagine what headache the After marriage dinners get.

Duke: hey um… can you pass the salt *eyeing Lex Luthor*

Lex: *takes the salt but moves it away from Duke*

Selina: God why are you even in here?!

Lex: Because I am Conner’s BIOLOGICAL father unlike you, you stealing broad—

Lois: *tiredly sighs* Oh my God, here we go again…

Bruce: Blood relation means nothing, Lex.

Dick: to quote Maya Angelou: "Family isn’t always blood, it’s the people in your life who want you in theirs”

*Lex proceeds to stand up and points at the person at the end of the table*

Kate: now, this is gonna be interesting

Clark: Lex can you sit down?

Lex: for all my Intellect and prowess what I don’t understand is…WHY ARE THEY HERE!! *points at the Al Ghuls*

Talia: quit embarrassing yourself, Luthor. Timothy is my beloved’s son and brother to two of my sons—

Selina: *looks at Talia tiredly* would you please move on?

Talia: No! *slams the table* you are only his Girlfriend. While I am the Mother of his sons.

Selina: No sane mother trains her children to be weapons of war *pulls out her nails*

Talia: you haven’t seen this mother. *pulls out a sword*

Damian: Mothers, can you all stop? It’s embarrassing.

Minkhoa: as far as I’m concerned, I’m the spouse.

Bruce: Please I beg of you don’t do this Minkhoa

Jim whispers to Barbara: is it always like this?

Barbara whispers back: only during holidays

Jim: remind me not to attend during it

Stephanie: I could get why Talia is here but why is he here *sideeyes Ra’s Al Ghul* Didn’t you steal Tim’s spleen?

Ra’s: I am Talia’s father which makes me the detective’s father-in-law, by extension Timothy’s Grandfather.

*Alfred audibly cocks his shotgun under the table*

Jason: Crazy mental gymnastics there, geezer.

Ra’s: It is a shame that the detective’s choice to spend eternity is with that abomination…

Lex: you take that back, he’s genetically perfect! He’s half of my crush I meant rival and half of me! Me! you ancient terroris—

*a chorus of outrage erupts*

Jon: WOAH WOAH!

Dick: HEY!!

Luke: neglecting the part where Lex just admitted to—

*cuts short by Lucius Fox*

Lucius whispers: I strongly advise, you don’t add fuel to whatever this is, Luke.

Minkhoa: I mean he’s not wrong…

Tim leans on Conner: Welp, that checks my ‘racism at the table’ bingo card

Jean Paul: You are all sinners! I condemn this unholy matrimony! No man can marry a man much less born out of unnatural means!

Conner: There goes the homophobia one *checks the bingo card*

[sayruq]

[dinogoofymutated]

Please, when u have the time, more Pietro stuff 😭😭😭 ur writing for him is excellent and I need more!! Headcanons, stories, idc I just need more Quicksilver written by u.

Enemies to lovers!Quicksilver/GN!reader - pt 2

Here's part 1

It's finally here!! I'm sorry if there are any spelling mistakes. Also, I think the ending is probably the most dialogue heavy scene I've done so far, and I'm not entirely happy with it, but i wanted to post this so bad!! I might go back and edit later though. Hope you all enjoy!! TWS: Fighting, passive aggression, full on aression kinda, logan is a worried asshole big brother, Professor X watching his tragedy not quite repeat. Pietro is kinda an ass but he's a broken ass so its okay.

You and Pietro had a weird relationship. And it seemed to just spiral into even weirder territories and murkier waters. Each and every interaction tiptoed into something a little more than just enemies, and one night you think the two of you fully crossed the line. You were sure of it, and it was just the start.

    You’re finally starting to fall asleep when there’s a sudden whoosh of air and grunt of pain. It startles you, and you sit straight up in bed, leaning over to flicker on the light. When your eyes finally adjust, you see Pietro standing by the window, hunched over in clear distress.

    “Pietro? What are you doing here?” You ask, But he doesn’t respond. His suit is ripped and bloody, and various deep cuts litter his skin. You swear he’s about to pass out as he stands in front of you, swaying just a little like he did on that day at the beach. Whatever fight he had just been through, it had taken a little more out of him than that fast metabolism could heal so quickly. 

    “Are you okay?” You ask, wide-eyed at him. Pietro grimaces in a way that looks more angry than it does pained, and yet he still says nothing. Unable to deal with the idea of admitting he needs help, you assume.

    He’s sitting on your bed now, naked from the waist up as you stitch his wounds. He’s been silent the whole time, only offering a wince or grunt every now and then with particularly tender wounds. Right now you’re on your knees as you stitch up a rather deep cut on his upper side, his arms keeping his balance as he leans back on your bed.

    “Do you wanna talk about it?” You ask eventually. Pietro’s chest pulls on the stitches just a little as he huffs in annoyance, regretting the action a moment too late.

    “If I did, I would be.” He snaps. You raise an eyebrow at him as you begin a new stitch, piercing the skin perhaps a tad less cautious than you had been before.

    “Take it easy, speedster. ‘Last time I checked I was the one with the needles in my hand.” You snark. Pietro has nothing more to say to that, instead turning his head away so that he doesn’t have to look at you. It doesn’t take a genius to know he’s a bit embarrassed at this whole situation, and you feel a bit bad for him. Out of all the places he could have gone to, there had to be a reason he chose to come here. You just couldn’t tell what that reason was. 

    You’re gentle while you finish wrapping him in bandages, and he can’t seem to look you in the eyes even for a second. When you reach out to brush some dirt off of his face, he finally meets your eyes. He’s a little less guarded than he was before, but the wall between the two of you still remains. There's a quick gust of wind as he moves towards the open window, stopping just before he leaves.

    “...Thank you.” He says after a moment, looking at you from the corner of his eye. You smile at him, a warm feeling in your chest. The difference in his attitude was noticeable, and the fact that he was acting even a little less cold with you was reassuring.

    “You’re welcome.” You reply, and then he’s gone again, having closed the window behind him this time.

The difference between the two sides of Pietro you saw was so jarring. You were so used to the cocky asshole that spent all his effort in terrorizing you, not the quiet, almost angry, and guarded man that stood before you that night- and the many nights afterward.

The second time he showed up, this time woundless and simply laid on your bed to rant, you were surprised but didn’t mind it. Then it happened again, and again, and then came the board games, the nights of talking endlessly, and the midnight snacking. 

And eventually, Pietro started to climb into your bed. He never spoke a word when he did, simply pulling back the covers and pulling you close, pressing his face into the back of your neck. Nights like this were vulnerable, and tender. Quiet. He came to you in need of comfort often, and you were willing to be his safe space for as long as he wanted.

The more he came to you, hurt or angry or sad, the more concerned you became. And you were upfront about it, much to his dismay.

     “You know, I get that we’re on two different sides of things- but you know that the school’s doors are always open to those who need it, right?” You ask, late one night after he had crawled into bed by your side. You were facing him, hand curling on the pillow an inch away from his face, fighting the urge to brush his bangs away from his forehead. Immediately, he has a negative reaction to it. He scowls, recoiling away from you as he glares. You know it should hurt worse than it does, but all you can see is the hurt he's feeling right now.

    “The last thing I need is for another person to tell me what to do.” He snaps, turning his head away from you as he sits up and runs his hand through his hair, aggravated. You sit up on the bed a little further, almost wanting to reach for him, but you don’t.

    “Pietro, You know that’s not what I meant-” You say, softy.

    “Does it matter what you meant?” Pietro practically cuts you off. His tone is sharp, and it hurts you for a second. You frown at him- not that he could see it anyway, and the hurt quickly turns to aggravation on your end.

    "Yes, it does. I'm not bossing you around, I'm just telling you that the X-men- myself included- are here if you need any help." You huff, watching as he practically rolls his eyes at you and stands, looming over the bed as he turns to look at you.

    "The telling part is the problem. Everyone tells me that I could do something, but what they mean is that I should do it." He snaps. You move over to his side of the bed before standing, almost in a challenge. The two of you are now almost uncomfortably close, to the point where you’re sure if you moved an inch your noses would be touching.

    "Well, What if that's not what I’m doing but you're just reading it that way?" You say, meeting his gaze. Pietro was never one to back down from a confrontation, especially not one with you. You don’t think you’ve ever seen him quite this angry at you before, rocky past be damned.

    "So you’re saying I'm overanalyzing?" He says, and you groan at the fact that nothing you said was getting through to him, pushing the palms of your hands into the outer edge of your eye sockets. 

    "I'm saying that I'm not your dad-" 

    "And what would you know about my family?!" Pietro yells, and you’re quick to look back up at him, scowling. 

    "Don't raise your voice at me!” You snap, pushing a finger into his chest. “I know enough to know that your dad controls every aspect of what you do, and that's not fair to you." You tell him.

    "Don't pretend that you understand or care about any of that" Pietro says, grabbing ahold of your hand rather tightly. God! You did not understand why he couldn’t get it through his thick fucking skull!

    "I do care, Pietro!" The words burst out of you, almost uncontrollably. You slam your other fist into his chest, tears of frustration welling in your eyes as you look at him. His eyes are wide, looking shocked and confused. You’re beginning to lose your fight, leaning against his chest, still somewhat caught in his grip despite the fact that his hold on your hand had become light, and still, it felt confining. 

    "I may not understand why you do what you do, but I do care about you." Your words come out quieter this time, blinking away those stupid tears that had started to well. Pietro’s eyebrows are furrowed, eyes searching your own, but you don't know what for. The two of you stand there for what feels like forever for both of you speedsters, but was surely more like a split second. You’re still pressed up against his chest, faces so close they could touch.

    And then they did.

    Pietro is the first to kiss you, leaning in and quickly cupping the back of your neck with his free hand, almost in a possessive manner. Once his thoughts have finally caught up with his actions, he pulls back. He looks at you, wide-eyed at his own actions before you gently pull him back in for another kiss. It only takes a moment to click before he sighs into you, melting into the kiss. His kisses are tender, sweet presses of his lips against your own. After a few long moments, you slowly pull away from him. He rests his forehead against your own, a fond look in his eyes that you were sure you mirrored. 

From that night on, his nightly visits to you meant something more than they had in the past.

That didn’t mean that they went unnoticed by others, however, and one day you found yourself being called into the professor's study. Of course you were a little worried, but you were so sure that there was no way anyone could have noticed, right?

    Logan is standing next to the professor's desk when you enter the room, frowning with his arms crossed. Professor Xavier on the other hand sits rather calmly, inviting you to sit down. You choose to stand instead, cocking your head at them.

    “Wow. What is this, an intervention?” You joke, trying to laugh off the oddness of the situation.

    “Yup.” Logan snorts. You shoot him a confused and slightly panicked look that the professor picks up on immediately.

    “There’s no need to worry, my dear.” The professor says calmly. “We just had a few concerns about-” 

    “We know that Magneto’s brat has been sneaking into your room.” You almost flinch at Logan's accusatory tone, bristling with a sudden flash of embarrassment and then anger at him for what he calls Pietro. “I’ve been smelling his scent on you for weeks.” Logan finishes, and you’re so taken aback you don’t know what to say at first, mouth hanging open in shock.

    “Easy, Logan.” The professor says, raising an eyebrow at the furry man, but Logan isn’t listening, approaching you with a scowl on his face.

    “Have you ever heard the phrase, no fraternizing with the enemy, kid?” He continues, and the close contact has you bristling again, unwilling to back down.

    “Logan.” The professor tries again, unsuccessfully.

    “Look, the first time he came to me he was injured. I wasn’t going to turn him away.” You finally say, fists clenching as you ignore Logan before looking back at the professor instead.

    “I understand that. In fact, I’m thankful that you could be so forgiving towards Pietro, despite the past the two of you share.” The professor states, but his words hardly relieve you.

    “Then what is the problem?” You ask, exacerbated by this whole interaction already. Logan seems to be angry that you’re ignoring him but snorts at your question.

    “-The problem is that you shouldn’t be letting him in your knickers.” You gasp at Logan's accusation, and the professor looks appalled. 

    “Logan!” Professor X scolds as you struggle and scrabble for words, now both embarrassed, mortified, and rather flush in the face.

    “-Excuse you! We weren’t- we’ve never!” It’s a struggle to finally find your words, and even more embarrassing to be so caught off guard. What kind of asshole accuses someone of that out in the freaking open?! In front of your mentor no less?!

    “Sure you haven’t. That’s why your bed doesn’t smell like him.” Logan rolls his eyes, and you refrain from punching him in the face right then and there.

    “Well if your stupid nose was as good as you say it is, you would know that we haven't done anything just by the smell!”

    “Just because it hasn’t happened now-” 

    ENOUGH! Both of you! The professor silenced the argument with a single thought. Both you and Logan feel scolded, and yet still bitter about the other. You cross your arms in a bit of a defensive manner ad the two of you turn back to face the professor.

    “This was never supposed to be an argument, simply a conversation.” He sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose. You scoff at that, sending a pointed look in Logan’s direction.

    “Well maybe, Logan should learn to stay out of my business!” You say, only for the professor to hold his hand up for you to stop, simply hoping both you and Logan would quit continuing to dig this hole deeper and deeper.

    “I’ve heard enough.” Professor X states. “We were simply concerned about the nature of the relationship between the two of you, seeing that you have been growing closer. I know your mind, and I trust you to stay by the X-men’s side.”

    “Then what is this?” You ask, the words coming out as more of a whisper. Logan sighs, looking regretful but ever the stubborn ass. He looks at you, moving to where he can lean against the professor’s desk again.

    “... Look, Kid. we just don’t want you to get hurt. Anything between you and Pietro isn’t going to end well.” Logan says. You feel a little more understanding of him now, but only a bit, with him back to acting like he normally did. He was always an older brother figure to you, but that did not give him the right to air out your business, even if the professor could find out everything that had been happening with the barest glimpse into your mind. Still, you scowl just slightly at Logan, looking away from him. He sighs again, and with a nod from the professor, leaves the room. The professor nods you over to his side, wheeling his way towards the bookshelf with one particular photo on it. One of him and Magento in their college days.

    “You are an adult. I cannot stop you from making your own decisions.” The professor starts. You find yourself tracing the features of the young Erik, finding the image of Pietro in every part of his father's face. The professor looks at you, and all he can see is a face so similar to his own. “I too, understand what it is like to hold affection for someone so distantly aligned from you. It’s due to that understanding that I worry for you. I…” The professor trails off and you turn to look at him with a frown. You knew. You know. The two of you are so different from each other, but surely that didn’t mean you would be enemies forever? He wouldn’t hurt you in the way that Magneto had hurt the professor so many times before… would he? Professor Xavier reaches out to take your hand in both of his own, squeezing it reassuringly.

    “Just be careful, my dear.” 

    “I understand, professor.”