#i NEED to go to bed

[eggnoodles0up]

I close my laptop after playing Disco Elysium for five hours straight. It is 3:58am.

I sigh as I unlock my phone and write "Kim Kitsuragi" on a list titled "men i like in a gay way"

[solreefs]

god forbid women do anything <- is not a woman and probably should be actively restrained from this course of action

[sangrefae]

i had a dream that they got married and when i woke up i immediately thought of this post

[tomahachi12]

Day 24 - Alice

[bisasterbuckley]

[feralnumberfive]

Wait, so if the Hargreeves gave up their lives to give their Marigolds to The Cleanse to stop it, then what the fuck about all the other super powered children? They never said if there were any other people with the Marigold in the S4 timeline, but the world ended in the previous timelines (and many more that we didn't see) because of the Hargreeves.

It can't be solely them though if there were 36 other children with the Marigold. The Hargreeves can't be the only reason in every timeline that the world ended, especially since Abigail created the Durango. Am I going crazy??

[scrambledd3ggss]

OKAY OKAY OKAY OKAY

THUNDER SAGA FIRST THOUGHTS:

WOW THAT WAS SPECTACULAR AND IM FEELING MANY EMOTIONS

THE PARALLELS WITH ODY AND EURY IN MUTINY????

ODY RELATING TO SCYLLA???

THE VOCALS

THE MUSIC

THE AMOUNT OF THINGS THAT HAPPENED

I was so confused at the start bc I was like “dream?” Then I was like “why’d Penelope say daughter?” Then I was like “OH SHIT SIRENS”

Odysseus is definitely a lot more ruthless 😭

and Thunder bringer was INSANE

THIS WHOLE SAGA WAS INSANE AND PERFECT AND I LOVE IT

Edit cause I forgot to add it: EURYLOCHUS CALLED ODYSSEUS ODY?? OH MY GOD IM CRYING

[franklyimissparis]

it’s so upsetting how john lennon described the beatles as “four young fags” in the 1971 st. regis interview. when he had the opportunity to say “the fag four” RIGHT there

[rainyorca]

Scott can't see you. At least not in the way a normal person can. 

Everything about you is tinted red, his glasses leave room for imagination but not by much. He knows the color of your skin, your hair, your nail polish. But not your eyes. 

The color of your eyes was the most difficult thing to figure out about you. 

“Scott,” you say his name so plainly sometimes. He looks over at you, raising his head. “Are you paying attention?” 

He blinks, looking around at the rest of the team members. Oh yes, a meeting, a meeting that he called, that he’s leading. He gave you a moment of time to explain a mutant you had come in contact with during your mission. 

“I apologize,” he says, brows furrowing slightly, “please keep going.” 

Later that night when the mansion is still, a majority of the students are asleep, some possibly doing some late training in the danger room. There's a knock on your door. 

“It's open,” you say, your tone sounding pleasant, slightly irritated.. 

He pushes the door open, closing it quietly behind him. You look up from your papers, meeting eyes with Scott. You look him up and down, a questioning look on your face. “Hey Scott, im just reading the documents about that mutant—why are you still up?”

“Will you take a walk with me?” he asks, but it sounds more like a gentle demand. You cock your head, raising a brow, “It's one in the morning.”

Nevertheless, you end up walking outside on the courtyards with him, a gentle cool breeze blowing through the trees. It's chilly, but not freezing. Leaves of red and orange fall from the trees above, indication that fall was here.

You two sit down at a bench after a few minutes of silence. You slump, letting your legs stretch out in front of you. Scott sits upright, completely still. 

“Something on your mind?” you ask him, tilting your head, “can't think of any other reason you would want to come out here.” 

“What color are your eyes?” 

The question catches you off guard, its random, confusion paints your face before you sit up. “What color are yours?” you ask, repeating his question to himself. 

“Just tell me, it's the only thing I don't know about you,” he continues, looking at you through his ruby glasses. 

“How is that the only thing you don't know about me,” you hum, titling your head at him. “It just is,” he responds simply, “I can't see colors like normal people because of these glasses. You know that.”

“Now that I think of it, I’ve never seen you how others do. I want to be able to do that, I want to be able to see you.”

“You can see me,” you respond, moving your body so your knees were facing him. “Not in the way I want to,” he stares at you, his eyes barely visible behind those glasses, “I want to see all of you. Everything, every detail.”

You reach up, your soft fingertips brushing his chilly skin while you remove his glasses. He clamps his eyes shut, as if he was in pain. The neat thing about your mutation is that it just appeared not too long ago. 

You were friends with the X-men before your dormant mutation made itself seen. This is the first time you would be using it on any of the others, especially Scott. You don't have much practice, he knows that, but he still trusts you. 

Carefully you press your fingers to his temples, closing your eyes and concentrating on manipulating his mutation. “You can open them,” you breathe a minute later, opening your own eyes. He hesitates, lips parting to say something. “I got you, Scott. I promise.” 

Slowly, carefully, he opens his eyes, there's a brief red flash and then a light glow, and it's gone. He blinks as more color starts to come into view, and then he focuses on you. 

“Brown,” you say softly, squinting at his eyes, “like fawn's fur.” His eyes were soft, calming. This sensation sweeps over you. 

He slowly grabs your wrists, pulling them down as if he's seeing you for the first time. No, actually, he really was seeing you for the first time, without that red tint. 

He doesnt say a word, instead he just stares at you, reaching up to cup your face, his thumb caressing your cheek. You melt into his touch, pressing your face into his palm. 

“They’re beautiful,” he whispers, reaching up with his other hand to hold your face, “you’re beautiful. You always have been. But now, I can see you. I can see you as you are.” 

He brings your hand up to kiss your palm, lips soft against your skin. He closes his eyes, moving down to kiss your wrist before opening them. 

“I see you.”

[9ullmans]

just listened to sabrina’s new album and heard the lyrics “god bless your dad’s genetics” and had to make this 😵‍💫 so here’s a short n’ sweet edit of lew <3

[nightsilver]

drunk and thinking about cherik, that scene where erik tries to make charles shoot him in the head is crazy to me. like. he is so freaky

[oatmealdaydreams]

The Stan Twins: *fighting over Fiddleford*

Fiddleford: Y'know, I have two hands, right?

[cozylittleartblog]

bug doodles so i can say i drew something

[hanksmc]

Just an excuse to draw him with that outfit brrrrr

[winterxgardener]

Dude, I might be delusional, but I think Shayne is down bad with his co-worker. 🤣

[userautumn]

BuckTommy makeout scene in Season 8..... save me BuckTommy makeout scene in Season 8..... BuckTommy makeout scene in Season 8 save me