#but I’m obsessed with this idea actually

[monstersholygrail]

Merry Christmas from grandma Ozz!

What do we have here...a rosary whip! You can use it on that slutty demon priest of yours, or vice versa. Here's to another year of monstrous debauchery. <3

OH MY GOSSSSHHH!! This is so amazing I wasn’t expecting this, this is so sweet!!!

Merry Christmas Ozz <33

And Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays to everyone else as well. I hope you’ve all had a good day!

God, a rosary whip. That’s so freaking iconic, I love it. I’m smiling like a fool right now, I love it so much! It would definitely be so so so perfect to use on Demon Priest and the other way around. Gotta get the most use out of it hehe

Can’t wait for the year ahead with you all :)

[startheskelaton]

Just a thought: one spark au but all there are gods, goddesses, deities, heroes and various monsters like in ancient Greek mythology

You… have no IDEA… how obsessed with Mythology I am. AAAAUUYGGHHHHHG!!!! ITS SO HARD TO PUT TOGETHER WHAT CHARACTER WOULD BE WHAT GOD BECAUSE ALL OF THEM HAVE SO MUCH SYMBOLOGY AND LORE!! AAAAHUUHYHGGHHHHH!!!

Like for example!!! Megatron and Elita would be perfect as Ares and Athena. Both are two sides of the same war. The brutal violence and senseless killings of war… vs the cold blooded strategy and noble honor of it. You may say “Wouldn’t Optimus prime be Athena since he’s Megatron’s other half…”…. No… he’d be Hestia, god of home, hearth and family, being he’s the glue that keeps the Autobots good.

However dynamics wise, Megatron and Sparkplug would be perfect as Demeter and Persephone. Forget everything you’ve learned from feminist retelling of Persephone, Demeter was not in the wrong for crashing out after her daughter was stolen behind her back okay? Have you seen most of the gods? She had a reason to be overprotective!! However at the same time, it’s been theorized that Persephone is a MUCH older goddess then we believe, existing as a concept before even Hades!! This would be perfect to depict Sparkplug’s strong ass connections to the old primes.

However I do have a really good idea for who some characters could be!!

Nightflyer is a perfect Dionysus. Not only is Dionysus a very old god (to the point he’s just always there), a perfect connection to how Nightflyer was supposed to be a predicon. His whole deal is that he dies and is reborn, the grapes he is associated with rot and becomes the wine that’s his trademark (also perfectly showing how Nightflyer dies and is reborn as a predicon). Both also live to well… live, exist as they are and take part in the joys of raw nature and life.

Soundblaster is a perfect Hephaestus. Both born out of spite and were supposed to be beautiful and perfect. And they were both scored for being ugly, and constantly being overshadowed by the beauty of another , Hephaestus with Ares and Soundblaster with Nightflyer. He is also desperately trying to gain the affection of his arranged wife who’s much more interested in his “brother”. However Sparkplug actually really dose like both Nightflyer and Soundblaster

I really have to work on my webtoon so I’ll cut it off here. I’m just in love with mythology of all kinds (although Greek mythology was the first one I learned about) so I jumped on this question. I’ll probably do more to be honest because I am a yapper . Might do some connections with other mythology’s

[chasingbutterfliesintoeternity]

A very self indulgent, all the tropes, PJO/EPIC crossover/time travel fix-it plot

(Ithaca Saga spoilers ahead)

So I have another crossover idea (not the one I’m planning to write) that’s been living in my head, and it’s so self indulgent and ridiculous it was only ever meant for me. But post Ithaca Saga listening party, I want to write down my thoughts and share them for reasons mentioned in my previous post. I would also like to note that I have an unhealthy obsession with C-novels and this is part of the inspiration.

So this AU opens in the EPIC timeline with a very old Odysseus on his deathbed, thinking about his life and his deepest regrets: letting his crew die and never properly reconciling with Athena. And in true C-novel fashion, his regrets (and probably Athena’s) are enough let him be reborn and have a second chance to fix his life. So Odysseus dies and the next thing he knows he opens his eyes and he’s young again, standing on his ship sailing out of Troy and Eurylochus is telling him that they’re running out of supplies.

Meanwhile in the PJO timeline, Percy and Luke/Kronos are facing off in the battle for Olympus and as Luke decides to sacrifice himself Kronos lashes out one last by cursing Percy and throwing him backwards in time. Olympus is saved but Percy is missing and Poseidon isn’t happy with that result and finds a way to follow Percy through time. So now we’ve got a reincarnater meets transmigrater situation going on.

Back in the EPIC timeline, despite all his attempts to avoid it, Odysseus still has to resort to going to the cyclops island to find food. But now Odysseus is more careful and tricks Polyphemus into breaking guest right immediately before taking him out using archery or something. Unfortunately Polyphemus still finds their identity before he dies because some crew members start a war chant or something. Fortunately, no crew members die and Poseidon is a little distracted from sending more revenge than a storm because he senses forces intruding on his domain (Percy and PJO!Poseidon).

Anyways Percy gets yeeted onto the cyclops island after being flung through time and runs into Odysseus as he’s packing up supplies in the cave. Odysseus is immediately suspicious because Percy looks a lot like Poseidon and Odysseus is like 90% sure this is a mortal disguise and he’s being tested. Percy is also very on guard because he can sense that Odysseus doesn’t like him and tries not to reveal anything about himself aside from being lost and stranded, which doesn’t help this misunderstanding. Neither does the storm that follows them as they leave the island. Then Athena shows up and makes some cryptic comments to Ody about killing one son and picking up another. She equally cryptically mentions she’s not going to be around for a bit because she senses a disturbance in time and needs to check that out but treat the kid well and you’ll probably be fine.

Where’s PJO!Poseidon? Well unluckily for him he’s landed on the wrong side of the world. Luckily for Percy and Odysseus this means that EPIC!Poseidon is to busy heading that way to check out the larger domain intrusion to bother them and Percy calms the storm pretty easily. No mortal can pass Poseidon’s storm? Sure. But a demigod son of Poseidon is a loophole. By this point EPIC!Poseidon and Athena are both trying to track down PJO!Poseidon, but he keeps losing them. Not intentionally, he actually doesn’t know he’s being tracked and just haphazardly transporting from place to place because he a bit disoriented and has his powers dampened from travelling through time.

Eventually EPIC!Poseidon decides to check on that pesky mortal who killed his son… and what do you mean he’s reached his homeland? So he goes spawn camps outside Ithaca, but when Odysseus and his fleet pulls up, his attention is drawn towards Percy, the second intrusion into his domain. Which leads to this encounter

“There you are! Of course you’re with the coward”

“Hey! leave my son alone!”

“Why are there two of you!?”

That last one is Athena, who’s finally tracked down the disturbance in the force.

So they’re all doing the Spider-Man meme right outside of Ithaca.

Anyways PJO!Poseidon convinces his past self that having a grudge against Odysseus isn’t worth it. Odysseus, who has already lived through this is probably darkly amused. But also very bemused at how easily he managed to get everyone home. Athena figures out how to get the PJO timeline seaweed brains home and everyone lives happily ever after.

[chil-aglia]

NEW ROTTMNT OC REF PIC (Leo’s twin)

So! Here’s what our boy will look like during the story! I’m sure you’re all curious about him, and while I would LOVE to tell you everything about him, I simply can’t as I want you all to be surprised when reading this fic that will come out soon.

But, I can definitely tell you his name and a tiny bit of a background on him.

His details:

Name: Three (he has another name but I won’t spoil it yet)

His background: So Three was created by Baron Draxum like his brothers, he is the biological twin brother of Leo. They share the same DNA (both turtle and human DNA, unlike the other turtles who only share the human DNA of Splinter). The lab exploded as it does in canon, but Splinter couldn’t get to Three on time and Draxum managed to get his hands on the turtle instead. Years go by and Draxum has raised Three to become the warrior he created him to be (although he def doesn’t deserve the father of the year award, cause Draxum is an asshole in this fic). Long story short, Three meets his brothers after years of separation, Three knew there was other turtles but had no idea he actually had a twin (Leo).

Aaand that’s about all I’ll give you for now. If you wanna know more about him, you’ll just have to wait BUT you’re free to ask questions about him or about the story as long as I can answer it without spoiling large bits of the fic. You’re also free to doodle/animate/etc him and send me your creations of the boy. You can also request headcanons and oneshots, etc, of him if you want a more insightful look on his personality and whatnot.

Hope you all like him. I’ll probably post some doodles of him every now and then cause like my other OC’s I’m already obsessed with guy.

[squidsinatrentchcoat443]

Rant about pro shipping (warning this has a lot of my opinion [woah see how I said MINE] and a lot of things that endanger kids)

Yes it it good to cope with trauma useing art, I’m not saying it’s not. BUT if you’re gonna do it in a way like this keep it off the internet. You are making a safe space for people who actually support these crimes. You are saying that you LIKE r@p3sts P3d0s and M@PS. You are opening a new space for people who should be no where on the internet. Leave the characters alone, leave the real kids alone. “But my therapist said it’s ok!” Your licensed, professional, trained therapist told you it’s ok the sexualize little kids on the internet? You can do this, whatever I don’t care, what makes me mad is you post it. You give it to people who don’t want to see this, people who are triggered by this, people who are young and are learning what this is. These kids who see this will begin to believe it’s ok. Believe it’s fine if this happens to them. “It’s a coping mechanism!” Yes, I use things like this too. Giving trauma you have to your characters is a good way of dealing with trauma. But you are endorsing it. You are saying this was a good thing. You are saying you enjoyed it. You are sharing it with others. You are making others believe this is good. “Fiction doesn’t affect reality!” Yes it does. People with DID have fictives that majorly affect their life. People become obsessed with a character or plot or idea. People have done terrible things to others and themselves because of fiction. “It doesn’t affect you!” It doesn’t affect me, but it affects many others. People get triggered by these things, people experience these things and hate it. People get major ptsd from it. People are seeing this for the first time and thinking it’s ok. People are doing this to others. “I don’t like it in real life!” You post it online. That’s real! People who see it are real. You are saying ‘I like that idea of a child getting majorly hurt but I don’t what it to happen!’ Do you see the plot holes here? “But it happened to me” and you’re making a space for it to happen more. When Someone has trauma they don’t like it. The character most of the time is enjoying what is happening. That’s not giving trauma to a character. That’s sexualizing minors. “But (character) doesn’t like what (other character) is doing to them!” You’re still exposing ppl to it. You’re still sexualizing the character(s), you’re still triggering ppl with it.

I’m not saying it’s not a way to cope with trauma. But relying on it for your only source of joy, or comfort is really bad. Everyone copes in a different way, but keep your coping mechanism private! Keep your weird thoughts about this to your self! Do you have no shame? Are you not ashamed that you are publicly confessing that you like the idea of R@p3, @g3gaps,and P3d0phl1a? I don’t get it.

In conclusion dont harass these people, don’t send them death threats, but I want people to understand this is not normal, nor ok. You can cope but cope off the internet.

[sambartika]

UNLIKELY FASCINATION

PART III: "Forever and Ever"

It was Sunday—the laziest day of the week. Waking up at 9, I strolled past my front balcony, heading straight to the kitchen for breakfast. Then, I opened my computer to work on my project.

The clock struck twelve. As I prepared for a bath, I felt something queer. Did I forget to do something? I wondered while opening the door to the balcony.

"Oops! How could I forget this?" I mumbled.

I placed the bananas on the cupboard behind which the civet stayed.

Yes, it has been quite a few years. It grew older, and I grew up.

I really grew up. Actually, that’s misleading. Nothing much changed about me—I just became mature enough to realize what reality is. I grew from a child eager to make friends, to a teenager traumatized by friendship, to a mature person afraid to make friends.

Have any of you ever experienced living in an environment, studying in a school with your agemates, and realizing that no one—absolutely no one—thinks like you? No one understands your sense of "friendship." No one understands your definition of "loyalty." No one understands your idea of "happiness." At that point, you may feel you are innocent. And yes, I admit I was innocent, and I want to remain unchanged for my entire life.

Sometimes you will be framed. And then you may call yourself a fool, but you are not. You are just not experienced enough to understand who deserves your friendship. Friendship requires trust. Trust demands loyalty, and—

LOYALTY is an EXPENSIVE thing that you cannot expect from CHEAP people.

Hence, now I’m afraid—maybe I won’t be able to distinguish the rich from the cheap. It requires skill to distinguish a diamond from moissanite. It requires even more skill to identify a rich heart from rich apparel.

Hence, now, I am truly petrified—of friendship... with narcissists.

But don’t think I’m devoid of friendship. I do have friends, and I’m genuinely happy with them.

I’m proud to say that I’m an animal lover. I love all animals. To me, they are my best friends. Whenever I see them, I feel an eternal, inseparable bond existing between us—something rare, beyond profit, beyond ulterior motives, beyond any conditions—so natural, so resolute.

As I was placing the civet’s food, it came out, only to stare at me for a few obsessed moments. Earlier, it was introverted—it restrained itself from appearing in front of me, yet secretly watched me. That’s hypocrisy, though. But I loved how it changed. Seeing its change, I asked:

"It has been so many years, and still you haven’t answered me."

It looked at me cluelessly.

"What? Did you ever answer me whether you want to be my friend or not?"

It picked up its food and took a bite.

I smirked and walked away.

At this point, both of us knew the answer to the question. I reminisced about our sweet memories—the time when our eyes first met, that dining table incident which still gives me goosebumps, and how I developed an unlikely fascination for a civet cat, a wild, supposedly nasty species, even though I hated cats.

Oh, there’s something I must tell you all. Civet cats are not cats. Yes, the scientific name of the house cat is Felis catus. Thus, all cats are generally part of the Felis genus, although their species may differ, like Felis chaus (Jungle cat) or Felis bieti (Chinese Mountain cat). But civets are not one of them. Civets belong to the family Viverridae, and they don’t form a monophyletic group.

In West Bengal, we generally find Paradoxurus hermaphroditus (Common Palm Civet) or Viverricula indica (Small Indian Civet). And believe me, I found this out on the last day of my Class 10 board exams—coincidentally, the day I studied biology for the final time for exam—since I pursued Physics, Chemistry, Mathematics, and Computer Science as my main subjects in Class 11.

So my fascination wasn’t that unlikely, as it’s really not a cat. I know it may sound melodramatic and cheesy; it may even resemble a mistaken identity plot. It might seem like an attempt to romanticize the idea—love is all perfect and ideal—even though the shape of Earth isn’t—but for God’s sake, believe me, I didn’t make it up for the story. It’s damn true.

Anyway, aren’t you eager to know the answer to the question from earlier? Well, it was—

“Forever and Ever.”

[crybaby-bkg]

cw: pregnancy, kids (you guys have a daughter together), fwb’s, angst with a bit of a hopeful ending, refers to you as ‘girl’ once

Friends with benefits Bakugou who never really got over his ego to fully commit to you. You’re a little ashamed to admit it, but when you fell pregnant, you thought that things would change. That the whole “no feelings” aspect would’ve been dropped, that he would’ve embraced you fully.

But he just…didn’t? If anything, he distanced himself away from you, became so formal like you were another coworker he would address. It was heartbreaking, going through your first pregnancy feeling so, so alone, but having to grin and bear it the whole way through.

He supported you though in every way that he could. He never missed an appointment, would trek to your house during late nights whenever you craved something. He even moved you in to his own apartment during your last trimester, but a couple months after your baby was born, you went back home. You never felt unwelcome, but you couldn’t pretend to be a happy family when he slept in the guest room every night.

So now, you coparent quite easily. At least, it seems easy to Bakugou, but really, it’s all a facade.

In all honesty? He thinks he’s a fuck up. An idiot. The stupidest, shittiest person who’s ever existed.

He thought what he was doing was enough, that the words he didn’t say carried across oceans, formulated into titles that he never verbalized. So when you told him you would be happy to coparent, his world felt upended suddenly, as he holds his tiny little baby girl in his arms.

Coparent? How could a couple coparent? Where did he go wrong? (He only slept in the guest room to give you and baby space, only moved you in late because you lived so far away and you were getting so big. He never said I love you because he was too embarrassed to say it out loud. He didn’t know he had to say it out loud to solidify it. He thought you just knew.)

So it’s why his heart breaks when he catches a glimpse of curly blond hair and red eyes in the grocery store. He tries to duck behind an aisle, but his baby would recognize him anywhere. (It’s true; you’ve sent many videos of her recognizing him on billboards and tv commercials and magazines.)

“Bakugou?” You call, ducking around the corner to catch a glimpse of him. He tries to act nonchalant like he’s looking at cans of soup, tries not to cringe at your formal name. He turns when you come into view, eyes drinking in your attire. His heart breaks a little when he recognizes the shirt you took in your second trimester, still has the pic you sent him of you grinning as you show off what you stole.

“Hey.” Bakugou greets gruffly, mouth pulled tight, but it cracks into a grin when his daughter starts squealing. She’s in the front part of the shopping cart, twisting her little chunky body to get out and get to him. She damn near screams when he sets his basket down to pick her up, rubbing his nose to hers.

“How ya doing, squirt?” He asks quietly, pecking at her chubby cheeks as she instantly starts babbling to him. He holds her close to his chest, eyes full of pure love for his baby girl, and it makes your heart squeeze so tight you think it might burst.

“This isn’t your neck of the woods.” You mutter, head tilting to the side as you take in your daughters excited face to see her father. Bakugou’s eyes snap to your own, letting his daughter play with his fingers in the meanwhile. He looks embarrassed, cheeks a dusty pink as he grumbles and looks away.

“I was just picking up some stuff to drop off for her. Was gonna text you and see if you were home,” he replies, and something tells you that it’s a lie. But you don’t pester him about it, just nod a few times, taking in the sight.

He looks so good like that, in his compression shirt and sweats, his hair mussed from your daughters incessant pulling. He’s grinning at her, but looks so bashful when he turns to you, like he’s thinking about things he knows he shouldn’t, like he has a boatload to say but can’t cough up.

And if you were a mind reader, you’d be so fucking right. He can’t help but reminisce on before you got pregnant, the nights spent with you. The day you told him you were having a girl, the tears you cried when you delivered her. He thinks, filled with so much guilt the entire time, that he wants another one. With you.

“‘S it okay if I walk my favorite girls home?” He asks you gruffly, nibbling on your daughters cheeks to hear her giggle again, uncaring of the drool she leaves on his hand. You feel your eyes widen at his term for you, face suddenly flushing. Favorite? You, his favorite?

Something tells you that you shouldn’t fall down the rabbit hole that is Bakugou Katsuki and his suppressed emotions and shitty ego. But there’s another something that tells you to trust it this time, to let things happen organically and without expectation. So you do.

“I’m sure she would love to show her daddy the new toy her grandma just brought her.” You tell him, giggling when he rolls his eyes at the mention of his mother. But he walks with you the entire time you finish up your grocery order, holding your daughter the whole time and pays for your groceries despite repeatedly telling him that he doesn’t have to.

He pushes her in the stroller stored underneath the shopping cart on the way home, making small conversation. And when you’re halfway home, does he reach for your hand. Only to cross the cross walk though, he tells himself, only for your protection. But he doesn’t let go until you’re in your own place, and even then, he’s close by the entire time. He helps you put away groceries, remembers where everything is like he lives here.

And for some reason, the familiarity makes your heart ache a little more than you would like it to.

[idontmindifuforgetme]

I genuinely love not having a crush like I’m not over here feeling physically sick over some mid guy being dry to me I’m literally chilling

[atopvisenyashill]

What do you know of my heart, priestess? What do you know of my sister?

[glowinlemon]

TLDR Headcanon that Corazon/Rosinante fought tooth and nail to keep his kindness.

Corazon fought his circumstances, first as a Celestial Dragon who was encouraged to be cruel, second as a child who was hunted and hurt for his people’s crimes, third as a freshly traumatized boy whose life was defined by the hatred and violence of the streets, fourth as an orphan taken in by a vice admiral, and fifth as Doflamingo’s right hand man.

I mean, I see a good amount of content pointing out the horrors Rosinante faced in his childhood as he was persecuted by the people who he held no ill will against, but so often I see people brush off the trauma he must have faced growing up in the marines.

Like, you snatch up some poor, scared, hurting child, and drop them in the center of a marine base? Imagine what he must have seen. Imagine the feeling of being on the edge of shipping out for battle, the feeling of returning from a buster call with fresh blood on your hands, imagine the feeling of seeing this as the background of your adolescent life.

Being a marine crushes soft hearts, and has little patience for anyone willing to question their violence. Corazon would have been in an environment where any perceived “weakness” was a fault to be exploited or destroyed. So it’s easy to imagine that it would have been a conscious decision to stay soft. To stay kind.

Hell, life as a marine, much less as a child raised by and around marines, would have necessitated leaving anything as “useless” as kindness behind for the majority of their time. And I know that marines can be kind, and that many of them are; it’s just that Rosinante would have been raised in the heart of an organization that runs on wars. There’s no way that their calloused, cruel almost, ideals wouldn’t have gotten internalized.

So with that context in place, Cora would have had to fight to keep his bleeding heart. Every circumstance demanded that he become cold, but instead, against everything that normally would have happened, he didn’t.

Like, this is a guy who is defined by his actions. We remember him as the man who died to save Law. We remember him as the man who acted as his brothers Corazon. But more than this, we remember him as the man who went out of his way to make a sad, angry, child smile; and who was fully committed to ensuring that Law lived, even at the expense of his own life.

Cora has undoubtedly done some horrible, violent, things in his lifetime, but throughout it all he remained, at his core, kind.

[jesse-pinko]

Okay but Mistyfoot killing Leopardstar in revenge for Stonefur’s death/ to assume the leadership could have been such a baller parallel to Bluestar!! ! Doing something hard and terrible for both altruistic and ambitious reasons! Mother, I think I finally understand. Mother, I think I really do forgive you.

[parasitoidism]

Truly great moment was Ryo fresh out the hospital jumping out of his car and sucker punching this poor guy to steal his motorcycle. Imagine having to file that police report about how you got knocked the fuck out and your shit stolen by some shirtless blond severely injured 17 year old freak. I would just let it go. Thankfully that guy didn’t have to live with the shame for much longer though considering how the story goes

[dykedvonte]

Reading MW takes on Twitter is like reading a summary of the Bible from someone who only watched like a Family Guy family special about it

[passionesolja]

The real ocd experience is being so anxious about potentially being anxious about something that you create meta anxiety

[twicearoundthebend]

worstie wolverine backstory thoughtssss

What if it wasn’t a group of anti mutants that stormed the mansion - what if it was weapon x coming specifically to take Logan back

I’m going to ramble and I’m not fact checking so like - ramble back and correct me if you want

Logan had fucked off to get drunk again. Scott had pleaded as he left, but it was getting easier and easier to tune his voice out. Logan didn’t want a family, he didn’t want to be a guard dog, he wanted to be left alone. The cold of the bar was comforting, familiar - much more familiar than the warmth of the x mansion. He’d settled down to numb his brain till his thoughts froze over, but didn’t reach that point.

Instead, a news broadcast started. The reporter said it was a ‘mutant hate group’ and looking at the carnage he didn’t blame her, but she was wrong. Those uniforms, those faces, he knew them. He’d escaped them, he thought he’d destroyed them, but here they were murdering the people who’d taken him in.

Weapon X.

-

He’d ran to the mansion. Heart in his throat and lungs burning, but he was too late. The x-men were all dead, and the group of scientists and soldiers had left the scene. He’d left them, they’d pleaded for him to stay, and he’d left them to get attacked by his own demons.

He searched through all the bodies, checked over and over for signs of life, but there was nothing. Just vacant stares and still pulses.

A few hours in, he heard a wheeze. He whipped around, scanning, hoping beyond all hope, only for his eyes to land on a Weapon X soldier with vines growing through his chest.

Within a second he was looming over the soldier, ready to do anything for information. But he didn’t even get the satisfaction of torturing the information out of him. The soldier spat the truth out at him, gloating at his pain.

Weapon X had come to the mansion to retrieve Logan. To take him back to be studied, torn apart and put back together over and over again. To take his DNA and turn it into anything they set their minds to. They’d tracked him here, but when they broke through the doors he was nowhere to be found. They hadn’t planned to kill the x-men, but when no one would reveal any information about Logan, they tried to torture the information out. None would give anything up.

“After we’d asked such incriminating questions, they had to die. Can’t have any loose ends, can we? You’re a top secret weapon, Wolverine, and one we desperately want back in our possession.” The soldier managed to sneer around his pain, still looking at Logan like he was less than human. “Death of filth like them isn’t death, it’s mercy.” His face contorted, and before Logan could lop his head off, his eyes went hazy, and his breath stopped.

They had been here for him. They’d murdered the x-men for protecting him. Their last breaths had been spent fighting for him, while he’d been getting pissed. Broken bodies all around him - he couldn’t find anything inside of him besides overwhelming guilt.

[jeanmoreaue]

Jean watching Les Mis: none of these people are French

lmaoooo Jean’s like “Wolverine is not as hot in this film.” he thinks he stopped having to hear about the french revolution when Kevin left the nest, but Jean faces a new adversary: english-major Jeremy