#it’s just to show Scott’s superiority

[tagsecretsanta]

From @ajpendragon

From @ajpendragon to @cookidoughlilac

I had a lot of fun with this (and maybe made myself cry a little bit). I tried to focus on Jeff’s feelings about his first Christmas back with his boys, which was one of the prompts I received. Hopefully, it turned out okay!

Memory

He had forgotten just how comfortable this couch was in the last eight years. 

Jeff's boys were gathered around the tree, wrapping it in lights and ornaments in a show of teamwork that he could have only dreamed about the last time he had been here. Virgil sat at the piano, Christmas carols filling the room, his skills far better than Jeff remembered. Scott and John were working on the top of the tree, using their superior height to decorate without needing to find a ladder. Gordon and Alan were darting between their legs, hanging the most hideous ornaments they could find with peals of laughter. 

Jeff thought about getting up to help them, but no sooner did the idea cross his mind than his mother's arm tightened around his shoulders. "Don't even think about getting up." She ordered softly, passing him the chipped mug from the table next to her. The ‘World’s bestest dad’ in childish handwriting gleamed in the light. "Let them enjoy this. You enjoy this."

He took a long sip of his hot chocolate, enjoying the rich flavor as he swallowed. He had forgotten what chocolate tasted like. "I am enjoying this." He protested, unable to stop himself from savoring another sip before continuing. "I just want to help. I spent so long dreaming of this, and now that I'm back, I can't even join in."

"I know." She soothed. "But you need to rest. You're not up for it yet. Soon, but not yet. If you tried to help, they would just be worried about you. Just watch-"

The blaring of the emergency alarm interrupted her, all of the boys jumping together to listen as EOS quickly ran them through the situation. They quickly disappeared through their pictures, his mother retreating back to the office to coordinate, leaving him alone in the living room, staring at the half-finished tree.

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It didn't take long after the boys left for him to get bored.  At least in space, there was always something that needed to be done: food to collect, repairs to make, watching for his boys on the ever-decreasing chance that they would come for him. But here, his only job was to rest and recover, relearn how to live on earth after so long. Honestly, it was incredibly boring. Not that he wasn't thankful. Every day he got to spend with his boys, with his mother, in his home, was a blessing he had honestly been so close to giving up hope of ever having again. But he was bored.

Rest and recover, according to his mother and sons, meant doing absolutely nothing. He knew they were right. After so long in space, earth was an environment his body had forgotten how to function in. It was difficult to walk, he was more tired than he could ever remember being before, he ached under the pressure of a gravity he had nearly forgotten the feeling of. But he wanted to do something. He needed to be doing something. His brain wouldn't let him rest while his family was out there, risking their lives for a world that had forgotten how much it owed them.

So, with a quick glance around to make sure no one was watching, he grabbed his cane and pushed himself to his feet. Pausing a moment to let his heart adjust to his body being upright, he slowly made his way to his bedroom. Once there, he carefully lowered himself to the ground, knees cracking as he settled in a comfortable spot on the plush carpet and reached under the bed.

The box he pulled out was old and dusty, left there for so long that even the cleaning bots had forgotten about it. He settled the cardboard carefully on his lap, blowing the dust off the lid and removing it to set it to the side, hands trembling as he pulled out the first of the box's contents.

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Thirty minutes later, one of his feet asleep from the unusual position, he set the box to the side and used the bed to leverage himself up. Taking a few moments to rest on the edge of the bed (and to shake his foot awake), he grabbed the box in his free hand and headed back to the Christmas tree. 

It took some careful maneuvering, and a lot of breaks, but he managed to finish his project before his boys returned. He was resting on the couch again when they came into the room, hair damp from post-mission showers, and clearly tired, although still in good spirits.

It took them a moment to notice the change, but one by one they each stopped in the middle of the floor, staring open-mouthed at the ornaments he had hung. He could see a suspicious sheen of tears in some of the older boys eyes.

On the front of the tree, hanging carefully from the sturdiest branches he had been able to find, were some of his most precious possessions: the ornaments each of the boys had made with their mother on their first Christmas. He had always kept them somewhere safe, refusing to trust such irreplaceable memories to the safety hazard that was their storage closet.

"I had almost forgotten about those. I thought they were lost." Scott breathed softly, his eyes never leaving the precious ornaments. He came over to the couch, curling his long frame up on the cushion next to Jeff, gently resting his head on his father's shoulder. Slowly, the rest of his brothers joined him, each settling themselves into a place where they could touch their father, seeming to need that reassurance. 

Jeff didn't mind. After eight long years, the reminder that he was no longer alone was something he desperately needed too. Eight years of his boys lives, eight Christmases, eight years of memories he had missed. He had forgotten what it felt like to be surrounded by love like this.

Sitting there, surrounded by the people he loved most in the world, the boys who had kept him going for all those long eight years, he vowed not to miss anything else. He would be there for his boys, no matter what. He could not, would not allow himself to forget this feeling. It was up to him now to make up for all those years, building new memories to move forward on. 

He was already forgetting the pain and struggle, the loneliness, of the last eight years. He could feel it slipping away, wrapped in the warmth of his family's embrace.

Memory was funny like that.

[crossbackpoke-check]

i am the nosy anon from yesterday and firstly i am so glad that i helped you find something!! how wonderful!! secondly i did some digging (typed morgan frost girlfriend into the tumblr.com search bar which is really what i probably should have done in the first place so. my bad) and the girlfriend is called taylor!

conclusion to the saga, thank you anon!!! sharing this for the sake of anyone else who was curious… they are as of july 7 dating lmao BUT allow me some points for accuracy here because taylor is definitely a different person than who i was thinking of 🤡

[0-therw-0-rldly]

I’ll preface this by saying I’m not really a shipper. I just enjoy canon couples on TV Series/films.

Terms I’d like B*ddies to remove from their vocabulary because they don’t know how to use them correctly:

Media literacy: For a group that uses this term a lot you sure do misinterpret everything in this show.

Queerbaiting: Going to expand on this one. A show that’s already been pre established for having queer characters simply cannot queerbait.

Ship baiting: While sometimes you can argue that they could be doing that, that’s only if you look at the show in a very biased manner. You might think this is the case but the general audience doesn’t think the way you do.

Ship war: This isn’t a one tree hill situation where there was Team Brooke Vs. Team Peyton where the middle guy (Lucas Scott) had canonically been with both women. This is people not understanding fanon vs. canon and not being able to just watch the show. It’s like playing quarterback on Madden and thinking you could be better than Patrick Mahomes.

Plot device: everything’s a plot device. Move tf on.

Predator: You sound like crazy MAGA supporters calling everything regarding the LGBTQIA+ community as predatory. Sit down.

Co-parenting: I know this is a big one and discourse was brought up during the hiatus. Oliver and Ryan have loosely mentioned this years ago but it was never to be taken this seriously. Do y’all even know what co-parenting is or are you that big of a donut? Buck is someone who loves his best friend deeply and by extension, his kid too. Him taking care of him frequently does not make him a co-parent. Maybe he is a parental or uncle figure, but he isn’t a co-parent. Also, I swear y’all need to learn how a will works. He is a GODPARENT, not a GUARDIAN. Stfu.

Hag: This especially applies to women, but to say that someone 25-30+ is a hag for still being in fandoms or enjoying tv shows/films is inherently misogynistic. Men are never held to this much criticism for enjoying fictional media, but women aren’t allowed to?

Queer Coding: people of the same sex “looking at each other”, hugging, or having intimate moments all together doesn’t make them queer coded. It could mean that they just love each other that deeply platonically. While representation is amazing and just because you interpret a character as queer coded (just like my ship baiting comment) doesn’t mean others interpret it that way as well. In addition, network TV has stipulations, and also actors are allowed to decline storylines. Ryan has mentioned his character is heterosexual an abundance of times which means (at least for now) that he isn’t willing to go for this storyline.

Dead naming: Y’all construing the fact that Buck wants people like coworkers and some of his former love interests, to saying Evan is his dead name is inherently transphobic because do you even understand what a dead name is? Evan Buckley is shown as being fine with being called Evan by both Tommy and his sister. I’m pretty sure some of his love interests have called him Evan as well.

Fetishizing: You guys saw two hot guys who “looked at each other” and for 6 seasons have wanted nothing but to see those two make out with each other. Those of us who enjoy Tevan saw Buck giddy at the thought of Tommy and have wanted domestic fluff for them since.

Anything to do with racism, homophobia, and misogyny: I’ve seen the way you guys have conveniently weaponized Henren and by extension Aisha/Tracie when you didn’t get the Ryan/Oliver interview, don’t try to act like you’re morally superior. Not to mention wanting a canonically gay man to die in a show and not even holding those who use your ship name to write CSA fics accountable because you’re petty and want to throw hissy fits. Anyone looking at your comments as an outsider would think you’re homophobes and yes queer people can be homophobic.

I do hope you can expand your vocabulary. 🤍

[clairewritesandrambles]

More Than This - Scott Miller

Summary: A late night in the library with Scott results in revelations.

Pairing: Scott Miller x F!Reader

Word Count: 3.2k

Warnings: Heavy making out, Scott is a bit of an ass, that's about it tbh

A/N: I'm a little nervous about this one, I'm not gonna lie. This one was born out of a "surprise kiss" prompt from @broadwaybaggins, so if you like it make sure to thank her. Thank you to @seeyalaterinnovator for looking this one over for me. I wrote this over the course of like a week and basically all of it was between the hours of 11pm and 3am, so if this sucks... Uh, sorry.

You were going to kill Scott Miller.

Not only had he chosen to sit at the table next to you, despite the desolation of the library at this time of night, but now all you could hear was the rhythmic smacking of his gum. That habit was one of many that had annoyed you since you two had first met, and fought, in your first class at MIT four years ago.

"Scott!" You snapped, staring at him as his head popped up to look at you. His brow furrowed slightly at you before he realized what was bothering you, a smirk taking over his face. He cracked his gum loudly, his face breaking into a triumphant smile at the sight of the muscle in your jaw jumping in annoyance.

"Were you born annoying or did that come later?" You asked, flipping the page of your notebook aggressively enough to rip it on a few of the top coils.

"Only since I met you," he replied, nonchalantly shrugging his shoulders. "You bring out the worst in me, what can I say?"

You rolled your eyes at him, eyes drifting back to your notebook as another self-satisfied crack of gum came from his tongue. You had seen the fear in the eyes of the library staff as they left and saw you and Scott staying behind for a late night of studying. You two had become infamous to the building for the fights that occurred over textbooks and private rooms, but you were determined to show that you could survive one night alone with him without resorting to violence. Even if he was making it incredibly difficult.

You shifted in your seat and attempted to refocus on the problem in front of you, but the formulas in your notebook had started to bleed together. You glanced at the clock on your laptop, scowling as it switched to 1:15am. Your body was screaming at you for sleep, but you knew that if you wanted to beat Scott on your upcoming project you'd have to power through.

Glaring at Scott you quickly saved your document before you grabbed your water bottle and walked to the fountain on the other side of the floor. He could be trusted to not steal your things, but could not be trusted enough to not mess with your notes. You had learned that the hard way.

You began walking back to your table, still feeling the physical pull of your body to sleep, coming to a sudden stop when you realized that the resource book you had been using was no longer where you left it.

Instantly your eyes slid over to Scott. Sure enough, there he was leaning back in his chair as he flipped aimlessly through your textbook. You could feel the blood rushing through your body in anger as you slammed your water bottle on the table, making Scott look up at you in mock surprise.

"Are you fucking kidding me?" You snapped, stalking towards him.

"What's the matter?" He questioned, rising out of his seat as he took the defensive position to your approach.

"Give me the book back, Scott. I just want to beat you on this project and go home." You tried to grab it from his hands, but he was quick to raise it above your head.

"It'll be here tomorrow; you could always just go home now." You scoffed at the suggestion, kissing your pride goodbye as you began jumping to try and reach the book. "I can see the circles under your eyes, I'm doing you a favour."

"Don't patronize me," you said. "This is just another plot to make you feel superior. We both know you've hated me since we met; you don't actually care about anyone other than yourself."

You were surprised when, instead of a sarcastic retort, you were met with a scowl from Scott as he lowered the book, no longer taking joy from teasing you.

"You really think that low of me?" Your stomach dropped slightly at his question, combined with the pink tinge to his cheeks and furrowed brow. Maybe you had been too harsh. "You were the one who started that argument and then never tried any other approach with me afterward."

"Would it have mattered if I did?"

Scott let out a low chuckle as he took a tentative step towards you. "You know, for someone so smart you can be really dumb."

He stood so close to you that your chest brushed his with every breath. Your brows knitted together at his words, the meaning coming to you a split second before his gaze dropped to your lips. Then he was kissing you, one of his hands coming to cup your face as he gently moved his lips against yours.

You stayed still for a moment, the sweetness of his movements in such conflict with your perception of Scott that you felt like you were short-circuiting. Before the rational side of your brain could catch up your subconscious body pushes you closer to him, hands knotting in his worn Bruins sweater that you had become so familiar with over the years. You could taste the spearmint of his gum, almost being thankful for his obnoxious chewing for the first time. Being this close to him you could smell the hint of Irish Spring that hid under his usual scent of an evergreen forest that had just experienced rain.

God, even his smell was a contradiction; a mix of frugalness and frivolity.

You deepened the kiss, pulling him closer as you tried to ignore the butterflies emerging in your stomach. Scott backed you up in response, grabbing your thighs and lifting you onto the table when you hit it. He kissed you with the patience of someone who seemed to think he had all the time in the world to do so, hands running over your body as he pulled you desperately closer.

Finally, he broke the kiss, allowing you to breathe properly for the first time in several minutes, and began kissing down your jaw and neck. "You can be so fucking frustrating," he sighs, sucking at the junction of your collarbone and neck.

The rational side of your brain was yelling at you, desperately trying to get you to remember that this was the same man you had hated for four years. Beneath it, however, was another voice asking if you really had hated him, or if you had simply felt safer telling yourself that you hated him.

You couldn't deny the way your body reacted to his touch or the way your heart had always sped up when he gave you his full attention. The way arguing with him gave you a thrill you had never experienced with anyone else. The fact that your classes together were the highlight of your week.

Yeah, you were so screwed.

But as quick as you realized these feelings, your brain began fighting back against them. This was still Scott, after all. How could you know if he shared your feelings or if this was simply a moment of lust? Was this a secret plot to humiliate you?

"Scott," you breathed, tugging on his hair to get his attention.

"What?" He asked, chest heaving. He was close enough that his breath fanned over your face, his deep blue eyes looking so deeply into yours that you were sure he could see through all your facades.

It was terrifying and confusing.

"I, um," you stumble over your words, having to rip your gaze away from him to calm your body enough to speak. "I should really get back to studying."

You could see his disappointment bleed out of his body at your words, his face falling slightly before he corrected himself. Back to the Scott you were used to: carefully manufactured for no one to see his private moments. The brief moment of vulnerability was enough to make your heart scream at you to pull him back in by his collar, but the whispers of insecurity from your brain stopped you from doing so. You could only hope that you were successfully hiding your inner conflict on your face. Maybe you two really were more similar than you thought.

"Right," he said, stepping back to allow you to slide off the table. "Sorry."

You avoided his eyes as you grabbed your textbook off his table, sitting down in front of your stuff as you tried to refocus. You knew it would be futile, your already exhausted brain running laps around the events of the night, but it was at least a little easier to sift through your thoughts without Scott's expert mouth on you.

You couldn't help yourself from stealing a glance at Scott, back at his own table. He had put his earbuds back in, aggressively typing as he looked at his computer with enough focus that you knew he was not going to look back at you.

You rested your head on your hand as you reopened the textbook, trying desperately to form any coherent thoughts. Your brain was combing through your memories of Scott, untangling all the moments you had been too blinded by your perception of him to see the full picture.

All those times you had insisted on sitting in his favourite study spot on campus, claiming that it was to annoy him. Reflecting on it now, though, you weren't so sure it was to annoy him. After all, you had never thought to spread yourself out enough that it would force him to find a new place. Instead, you had sat there and left the other chairs at the table empty, knowing that Scott would be too stubborn to give in and would take a seat in defiance.

The years of assuming that Scott was looking for a fight when he would approach you, not even considering for a second that he may have simply wanted your attention directed towards him.

As you continued going through the years you felt yourself being pulled into the floor, utterly exhausted by the mental gymnastics of the night.

How could one kiss change so much of what you thought you knew?

Your eyes open slowly, your body fighting to keep them closed despite the sound of Scott calling your name and gently shaking your shoulders. Your arms were folded under your head for some comfort, your body's fight for sleep apparently having finally won. Your eyes flicked to the clock on your computer, reading out that it was nearing 2am.

"Come on, you should get home," he said once you had woken up enough, nodding towards the exit.

You looked toward him to answer but found the words stuck in your throat and settled for a simple nod. He had already packed away his own things, his backpack slung over one shoulder and his old grey MIT hat covering his dark hair.

You closed your laptop, beginning to gather your things as you packed them into your bag. Wordlessly Scott grabbed your textbook, one which had been put to the side for your class, and returned it to the cart marked for your class.

When you didn't hear the expected sound of the exit doors you looked up, seeing Scott shifting his weight as he held his car keys in his hand.

He looked up at you as you gave him a quizzical look and twirled his keys on his finger. "It's the middle of the night. My mom would kill me if she ever thought of leaving you to get home on your own."

You briefly thought of refusing and taking a cab instead, but he was right about the issue of time. At least you weren't the only one who dreaded being in the same car after tonight if Scott's nervous motions were anything to go by.

You thanked him as the two of you walked out of the library, making your way to the parking lot where his black Audi was waiting. Scott held the door open for you as you climbed into his passenger seat, gently shutting the door after you.

As you sat and looked at his interior, you couldn't help thinking of an incident from a few weeks after you two first met. Scott had just beaten you on a unit test in class, so in retaliation you had parked your car behind his in the parking lot, boxing him in as he tried to get home. You, of course, had feigned innocence and claimed that your car had simply broken down in the position. It wasn't entirely unbelievable, your car had already been beaten up at the time and was now completely undrivable, but you had known from the second Scott's head popped out of his car that he didn't believe it for a second. Looking back on it, maybe you really had more of an active role in the state of your and Scott's relationship than you had previously considered.

Scott got into the driver's seat, tossing his bag into the backseat before starting the car. He fiddled with the heat, scrolling endlessly through his phone in search of a playlist. Every motion of his body was filled with nerves, emphasized by his eyes flitting to you every few seconds.

He finally decided on an old rock song from the 80s, putting his phone down as he sat back in his seat, his hands flexing around the wheel. You were about to say something in an attempt to put him at ease when he spoke first. "I'm sorry about earlier."

"What?"

"I shouldn't have kissed you out of nowhere like that," he explains, pausing slightly before continuing, "especially after everything."

"Oh," your heart dropped at his words, the conflicting emotions from earlier resurfacing in your chest. "It's fine."

You opened your mouth to ask him more about it, the confusion of his words mixing with your surfaced feelings to create a bitter taste in your mouth, before deciding against it and instead giving him directions to your place.

Like clockwork, your thoughts began to race again as you ran over his apology in contrast with his actions earlier in the night. The part of you that was still coming to terms with your feelings was eager to believe Scott's words, willing to believe that he could be cruel enough to lead you on without the intent to follow through. Had he simply seen you as a conquest? A challenge to overcome and then once he had proven that he could have you if he wanted, he'd turn around. Was he just horny and you happened to be around? Was that what had caused his whiplash reaction in the night?

But then the part of you that wanted him, the part that was unsatisfied with lonely nights spent studying, would argue. You had successfully ignored any actions from either Scott or yourself that had hinted at possible romantic feelings for four years. Could you really trust your cynical side to make rational decisions when it came to him?

You were thankful for Scott's music filling the car as you both sat in silence, turning over these thoughts in your head and only stopping when providing a new direction for Scott's driving. You snuck glances at him, but his focused gaze on the road didn't give away much to either side of your internal argument.

He finally pulled up to your place, forcing you to call a ceasefire for the war inside your head. You reached for the door, feeling like all you wanted to do was sprint for the safety of your bed, but your fingers refused to pull the handle for escape.

"What was your goal?" You asked, turning to look back at the driver's seat. Scott knitted his eyebrows together in confusion, prompting you to continue. "We've been at each other's throats since we met and you just suddenly kiss me." You watched him open his mouth to respond, but you decided to keep going. "And then you just tell me it shouldn't have happened! You just completely changed everything between us and then expected me to go back to how it was like it was nothing. How did you expect me to react to that?"

The part of you still rooted in your rivalry rejoiced in the guilty look on his face, though that voice that had been warring with you all night felt a pang of sadness at the sight, head dipping to look at your lap in anticipation of his response.

"What did you think would happen?" You continued, deciding to get your thoughts out before you had the chance to lose your confidence. "Did you think I'd be a notch in your bedpost after you've hated me for this long?"

"I've never hated you," he said, turning his body to fully face you now. "What aren't you getting about that? I wasn't trying to embarrass you."

"Then what were you trying to do?" You felt like someone was physically squeezing your heart, anxiety pooling in your chest at the potential for both joy or disappointment that could come from his words.

"I thought I made myself clear when I kissed you. You're the one who broke the kiss, that's why I apologized." The grip on your heart relaxed enough to allow a flutter of hope at his words.

"So, if I hadn't stopped kissing you..." You trailed off, unable to meet his earnest gaze. Despite the hope building inside of you at his words, you were determined to not allow yourself the potential disappointment from reading him wrong again. "What would you have done after?"

Scott let out an exasperated sigh next to you, finally making you peek at him. The street lamp outside illuminated his face just enough for you to see the amused smirk on his face. "You really are an idiot."

You tilted your head up further to get a proper look at his face. His expression matched the soft tone of his voice, both in direct contrast to his teasing words. Before your brain had the chance to talk you out of it, you cupped his cheek and brought his mouth to yours.

The dam that had held the butterflies from earlier to a trickle burst open to a flood, your heart celebrating its victory over your brain for the first time in your carefully conducted life. This time, neither you nor Scott were patient. You were both pulling each other closer, fingers threading through his dark hair as your body bumped the console of his car.

Even when you two separated to catch your breath you stayed leaned into each other, his fingers dancing over your lower back. Your fingers curled themselves into his sweater as you pulled him back towards you, relishing the taste of him and the warmth that spread through you as those walls you had built through the years began to fall.

You knew you should be going inside to sleep, but now that you had experienced Scott in earnest, his touch and taste spreading over you with every movement, you couldn't break yourself away. The practicality of a relationship could be figured out later, for now, you just wanted to make up for all the time you had spent too blinded by what you thought you felt to see the potential of him.

[awkward-walking-potato]

How would Scott, Charles, and magneto, react to a reader who as an very powerful and versatile mutation but is so under coordinated and is kind of hesitant to join the x-men because they don't think they will be good enough on the team

Here's how Scott Summers (Cyclops), Charles Xavier (Professor X), and Magneto might react to a reader with a powerful and versatile mutation who feels undercoordinated and hesitant to join the X-Men due to doubts about their abilities:

Scott Summers (Cyclops):

Scott is all about discipline and control, so he would likely address your concerns with practical advice and encouragement. He'd say something like:

"Look, I understand that you’re feeling unsure of yourself, but you’ve got to remember that we all started somewhere. Even the most powerful abilities mean nothing without practice. Your mutation is a gift, and with training, you'll get the coordination and confidence you need. The X-Men aren’t just about power; we're about teamwork, and that’s something we can help you with. Don’t let doubt stop you from reaching your full potential. We’ve got your back."

Charles Xavier (Professor X):

Charles would approach your concerns with compassion and insight. He would want to help you understand your worth and the importance of your unique abilities:

"My dear friend, it’s perfectly natural to have doubts, but do not let them define you. Your hesitation tells me that you care deeply about contributing meaningfully, and that’s the mark of someone who will be a valuable member of the team. Coordination and skill can be honed with time, but your potential is limitless. Here at the Xavier Institute, we focus on nurturing not just your powers, but also your self-belief. You belong here, not because of what you can do, but because of who you are."

Magneto (Erik Lehnsherr):

Magneto’s response would likely be more intense and driven by his belief in mutant superiority, but he would also recognize your potential:

"Power is a gift, not a curse. You may feel uncoordinated now, but that is a temporary limitation. Hesitation is the enemy of progress. The world fears and misunderstands us, and you cannot afford to doubt your strength. Join me, and I will show you how to harness your abilities, to turn your weaknesses into strengths. Together, we can shape a future where mutants like us no longer need to question our worth. The X-Men may teach restraint, but I offer you something greater: the confidence to claim your rightful place."

[thecoolerliauditore]

I can't believe Mumbo had that conversation with Pearl with 0 knowledge of Double Life. That's the funniest coincidence ever

IT IS CRAZY. Their conversation was actually kind of driving me up a wall with the. Insane, sorry. The symbolism of it all.

At the very start, Scott offers to let Pearl kill him, which is an action he has repeated many times with many different people.

--> One of the first things Mumbo says to Pearl is "another tower?", he's referring to the only tower he's seen Pearl build, the funny phallic one in SL, and this is meant to be a lighthearted opening on his part. But we as the audience, and I'd argue Pearl as well, remember a different tower Pearl built much more deeply. And Mumbo pointing out this symbol of loneliness that's been repeatly shown in Pearls storyline, despite her supposedly having friends, is kind of awesome to me.

And this one I think is much more. Dumb but.

Last episode, there was a really cute moment where Pearl makes a joke about farming enderpearls, and Scott says "but we already have the best Pearl"

--> Near the end of their conversation, Mumbo shows Pearl an enderpearl he has, to which she says "you've got me in your hand!" in this jokey tone.

And it's cute and obviously repeating the same pun but like. Pearl says the pearl Is her, or the same as her, with no implication of superiority (she could've very easily spun it into "but I'm already the best Pearl!" if she wanted to echo what Scott said more)

This, to me. <-- insane. Acts as a quiet implication of Pearl rejecting the special pedastal Scott places her on. She is not special, she is not the best Pearl, she is just A Pearl.

And "you've got me in your hand" is literal of course, but it could also be seen as a symbolic way to say "I'm yours" or "I'm on your side" or "I trust you", which I think is especially cool since that is what she implies but never says outright through this whole conversation.

Mumbo of course being the Mounder who betrayed his team last season makes this all the more poignant to me, alongside the other two one on one interactions she has with her other Mounders.

I'm so sorry I'm like this. I love Mumbo Jumbo. I loved this episode alot

[bouncy-dog-funeral]

Stiles Stilinski and how teen wolf fails his character and relationships

TW: mentions of charecters traumas, disibilitys not being taken seriously, toxic relationships, one sided attraction, and teen wolf hate cuz as much as I love some of the charecters… the show is kinda bad (it’s my special interest b4 I get hate)

ALSO!!!

I am just an autistic guy who’s been hyper fixated on stiles as a character for years. I am not telling you how to feel about the show or him, I’m just expressing how I feel through a long (and I mean it this is long so strap in… or don’t… I don’t control you) tumbler rant. I have not finished the show but I have done a lot of research (about episodes and seasons that I have not seen) but I’m just human. If I miss something or don’t get something right, you can just tell me!!

Stiles stilinski as a character, while not a revolution to tv, was a pretty iconic character. A show about werewolves and the supernatural was absolutely side stepped by the human of the series. From the moment he’s on screen, he brings a fun vibe and some pretty funny jokes but you’re not here to listen to me glaze a white guy from an early 2000s show. Too much of that on here any way so let’s get to the real meat and potato’s!

Stiles was failed by teen wolf. They failed to give him relationships (and I mean platonic and romantic relationships) that were reciprocated. His relationship with Scott is ok at best. In the first season stiles goes out of his way for Scott to help him find out what’s wrong with him and it’s seemingly the only reason he’s there other then to get Scott to go in the woods and to show that Scott isn’t friendless and what does Scott do? Kinda just ignore him to hang out with a girl HE JUST MET. This isn’t a one time thing either. Stiles goes out of his way for Scott 99% of the time. He’s loyal and honestly a really good friend. Scott does not meet him there unfortunately. This is not to say that Scott never helps stiles out or never shows care for him, he just kinda always puts his issues first. I think a famous example is season 5 episode 9. NOW BEFORE YOU SCOTT SYMPATHIZERS BOO ME I WOULD LIKE TO EXPLAIN MY POINT. Now Scott and Stiles have both gone through some traumatizing shit that no one, especially high schoolers but I can only give so much leniency. Scott is supposed to be a leader/alpha and although he’s bound to make mistakes, a good leader listens. He never really listens to stiles in this argument. He got told one story from Theo and just runs with it. He has this problem either way black and white thinking when everyone in this series is a person (werewolf’s and other supernatural creatures included) and being a person comes with not being perfectly good. Scott has this awful superiority complex when it comes to doing what he thinks is morally right. Scott through out the series proves that he is not as loyal to stiles is to him.

I’d also like to go over his relationship with Lydia cuz good god man. I don’t hate Lydia. I think she’s a great character that if not written in the early 2000s could really have potential but they make her mean to stiles (as most charecters are) and show no interest in stiles even as a nuisance and expect me to care about them as a couple. Now you could say the same thing about sterek (stiles x Derek) and you might even be typing up a comment now. Let me stop you. I think there is a key diffrance. We are supposed to root for stiles and Lydia. We are supposed to want them together when Lydia in all honesty is not intrested in him. It’s not a mutual arguing or back and forth. Stiles is deeply in love with some one who ignored his existence. As a afab person I feel bad for Lydia a little. Having the attention of a man that you don’t like all that much while you have a partner (Jackson in season 1 which he’s not a good partner but she’s still with someone) should get on my nerves and also kinda make me nervous. This is not me saying stiles is a creep or anything it’s just me highlighting the relationship that they share is kinda one sided. Now this is just personal preference and you might really like that dynamic but I don’t really want to root for a couple where it’s just pretty girl is there and she has some nerd who wants to be with her and she eventually gets with him cuz yay straight people. I know they grow and eventually Lydia is in love with him but I just can’t get behind it. It’s just nothing. The fact the he (stiles) yells at her at the school dance (season 1 episode 11) to get her to dance with him after she rejected the offer twice is weird!!! The whole speech is nice guy behavior on stiles part and it makes him seem down right disrespectful. I don’t care for the whole “no means I’m playing hard to get” idea. It makes stiles look like a dick, puts Lydia in the position where if she doesn’t say yes the audience will hate her, and it doesn’t progress the relationship in a healthy way. I think they would be really cute friends and you can even keep the “stiles has a crush on her” narrative and just make it to where he comes to an understanding that she has said no and they become friends. God knows we are lacking good platonic male/female relationships in media.

Now onto stiles and his disability. When I was in first obsessing over stiles in middle school or high school I was ecstatic to learn that stiles had adhd. I have been diagnosed with adhd since I was in elementary school. I was always an outcast cuz of it so to see a character, a fan fav at that, I was so happy. Getting any disability rep (especially from the mid 2000s) is crazy rare so I was happy to see it. Unfortunately in an interview Dylan o’brian (stiles actor) said that it was a joke. That even tho that in the series stiles says that he takes Adderall (a drug that treats adhd) he’s just like that. This was incredibly heart breaking to hear. Jeff Davis (creator of teen wolf) said that stiles had adhd later on Twitter but this isn’t a real relief to hear cuz either they wrote a “joke” that stiles might have adhd therefore dangling rep infront of disabled people’s faces while also having plausible deniability about having any rep in the show at all OR they wrote it in and just kinda ditched it at one point. They use derogatory terms for adhd to describe stiles like spaz just for him to be a nerotypical charecter??? Yeahhhhhh not a huge fan. If they actually wrote him to have adhd (which btw in my experience is like one of the most “accepted” disibiltys to portray in media so it wouldn’t even be taking a huge risk to give stiles adhd) then that would explain his behaviors, why he takes Adderall, why people other him when he seemingly does everything right. It was only ever a joke to the writers and I think unfortunately the actors. It made it to where other fans of the show can shut down the idea that stiles has adhd cuz “they don’t ever directly say it. It’s frustrating and overall makes me so sad.

Next his trauma. They put this man through a lot and just gloss over it. They do this with most of the charecters. Huge traumatic incadent then boom Scott saves the day we’re all fine!!! (Can you tell who my least fav charecter is through this rant?) it’s just annoying. Stiles was litterly possessed leaving him a broken man but it’s kinda just… there? No real ptsd. Hell he doesn’t even really have to deal with anything. They briefly go over that his mom died and kinda just became a shell of a person and that made his dad an alcoholic. It just happens. None of that affects stiles outside of that story line. Was it too much to write ptsd? Idk it just seems that anytime they have to write a charecter that isn’t a ambiguously white or white nerotypical untraumatized “normal” person, they fall flat *cough* BOYD *cough cough* DANNY *cough* what was that? Who said that? Any way it’s just weird and upsetting.

All of this to say…. I think teen wolf had so much potential and so many good ideas that just… didn’t make it. They failed stiles stilinski, not only that! They failed all of their character’s but I’m not crazy Coocoo about their character’s and it 1:38 in the morning so I’ll leave it with stiles. If you disagree with me that’s so fine, I’d love to have a conversation about your opinions! Just from my knowledge and experience, I feel like they could have done so much better for stiles

(Like make him a bisexual neurodivergent icon but whatever)

Have a lovely day! Thank you for listening. If you ever want to talk about teen wolf, my dms are always open and I’m crazy.

[sammysdewysensitiveeyes]

My Morph primer

Since X-Men 97 is drawing in a lot of new fans with varied levels of experience with the original animated series or the comics, I figured I could give a write-up of who Morph is, where they come from, and why you don’t see them in any of the movies or other media.  This is also an excuse for me to write about an obsessive fave, seriously, they are all over my blog. I'm not necessarily an "authority," but I've watched TAS and read the comics, which are the basis for this write-up.

Who is Morph?

"Wolverine! Fall back!"

Morph is a shapeshifting mutant who was added to the X-Men team in the original X-Men: The Animated Series as a redshirt/sacrificial lamb, to be killed off For Real in order to show that the stakes are really high.  Originally it was actually going to be Thunderbird, a short-lived X-Man who died in the comics just a few issues after he was introduced, and has remained dead for decades.  But creators realized that killing off the only Native American character on a mostly white team was a bad look, and went with Morph instead.  Morph proved surprisingly popular with (mostly child) viewers, and was brought back in the 2nd season as a result.  Morph in TAS was originally presented as male using male pronouns, but I’m gonna use they/them for the character since they are nonbinary in X-Men 97.

(Btw, even Morph's TAS costume shows their redshirt nature, as they are basically wearing a variant of the standard X-Men uniform that different groups have worn, with the Original Five (Angel, Jean, Cyclops, Beast and Iceman) and the New Mutants all wearing something similar. There was a time in the 90's when all the X-Men were wearing this uniform to try to give them a team look, but thankfully that didn't last, the individualized looks are much better. Morph's amazing disappearing reappearing jacket are the only personalized touch in their uniform, and I hope X-Men 97 gives them a costume upgrade after everyone gets used to the new look.)

Morph doesn’t appear in many episodes of TAS, but here are the definitive ones:

Season 1:

Night of the Sentinels Parts 1 and 2: Morph seems to be an established part of the team, a wise-cracking shapeshifter who is so naively overconfident about their mission that they’ve practically got a target painted on their back.  When the mission goes wrong, Morph pushes Wolverine out of the way of Sentinel lasers, and gets blasted all to hell.  Morph’s supposed death (which was meant at the time to be a real death) is sensed by both Jean and Xavier.  Cyclops orders a retreat because the team is getting their asses kicked, abandoning both the (dead) Morph and (alive but injured) Beast, who spends the rest of the season in jail.  Morph is quickly forgotten as a character, BUT the impact of their death is felt throughout the season.  We get Wolverine yelling “This one’s for you, Morph!” while slicing up a Sentinel, and Cyclops in the finale insisting, “I’m not leaving anyone behind!  Not this time!” 

Season 2:

Till Death Do Us Part, Parts 1 and 2: Morph returns as a villain, but a sympathetic, brainwashed villain under the control of season Big Bad Mr. Sinister.  Sinister is an evil scientist who likes to fuck around with mutant genetics and is especially obsessed with getting Scott and Jean to fuck, because their child will supposedly be an extremely genetically superior mutant.  After Morph’s “death,” they were taken by Sinister, who revived them and implanted a control device into Morph’s brain that he uses to literally torture Morph into compliance.  Morph seems to have a kind of split personality, which Sinister exacerbates and encourages, shifting between a haggard-looking Evil Morph who wants revenge on the X-Men for abandoning them and cracks jokes while attacking the team, and a normal-looking Good Morph, who doesn’t want to hurt their friends, and is generally scared and confused and having a Bad Time.  If you are wondering about Morph turning into that version of themselves with dark circles around their eyes in X-Men 97 “Fire Made Flesh,” it was a reference back to this:

Evil Morph lookin' reeeeeaal creepy.

Morph uses their shape-shifting trickery to fake marry Scott and Jean (as the priest), impersonate Xavier and turn the team against each other, until Wolverine identifies them by scent.  The team then chases Morph to Sinister’s lair, where he’s captured a honey-mooning Scott and Jean.  Morph has been struggling with the brainwashing the entire time, and breaks free long enough to attack Sinister, then runs off away from everyone. 

Whatever It Takes: Wolverine, who has declared the Morph is “the only one who could ever make him laugh,” chases Morph down to Brazil in an attempt to drag them back to the team.  Morph, still fighting their dark side and flipping back and forth between the two personalities, taunts Wolverine in Jean’s form, fights him, and eventually gains enough control to tell Logan to back off. (“I have to get through this by myself!”) 

Fighting your friend in an abandoned mine shaft, a totally normal thing to do.

Wolverine reluctantly lets them go.  This the B-plot, the main plot of the episode features Storm and Rogue confronting the Shadow King in Africa, and is also really good.

Reunion Parts 1 and 2: Morph leaves a message for Wolverine stating that he wants to return to the team, in what seems like an obvious set-up for a trap.  Wolverine, Jean and Cyclops go to retrieve them, and find that yes, it is a trap.  Morph attmpts to warn the group to leave, but they are jumped by Sinister and the Nasty Boys, and the fight ends with Jean being taken, and Morph (still struggling against Sinister’s control), going semi-willingly.  The whole team winds up at Sinister’s base in the Savage Land and there are a lot of good character moments, like Gambit telling Rogue he loves her.  Morph spends the whole time still fighting against the brainwashing, but throws it off completely at the end (with Xavier’s help) and turns on Sinister, helping Scott and Jean defeat him.  Morph is then Put on a Bus to Muir Island so that the writers wouldn’t have to deal with the character but could hold them in reserve to use later.  Xavier comments that he can remove Sinister’s mind-control chip from Morph’s brain, but that “removing the psychic damage will take longer.”  So the answer to “Where’s Morph?” in later seasons will always be “Recovering on Muir Island, probably hanging out with Moira and Banshee.”

If you are a Morph fan, Season 2 is THE Morph season, they get a great character arc that fleshes them out, and establishes their close relationship with Wolverine.  I’m glad they didn’t toss out Morph in X-Men 97, both because I like the character, and because Morph’s entire arc in Season 2 was about their struggle to come back to the team, and constantly reaffirms that Morph is one of them, and that they belong with the X-Men.  Also, I know Tumblr love an angsty, suffering blorbo, and good God does Morph suffer in Season 2. 

(Someone is having a Bad Time).

Season 4:

Courage:  After getting only a couple of non-speaking background cameos in Season 3, this is Morph’s comeback episode in Season 4.  Morph believes that they are fully recovered and ready to rejoin the X-Men, while both Moira and Xavier seem to think they are not ready, and warn them to slow down a little.  Morph tries to jump back into their old role, makes jokes, and goes on a mission with Wolverine, but is clearly still dealing with PTSD and completely freezes up when Sentinels attack the mansion and kidnap Xavier.  Morph is left at the mansion while the X-Men go to rescue Xavier, but follows them anyway, and manages to play an instrumental role in stopping the Sentinels and saving Xavier.  Despite this, Morph decides that they are not ready to return and cannot be relied upon in battle (because the writers didn’t want to deal with using the character on the team), and goes back to Muir Island.  It’s a standard “character fucks up at the start of the episode but saves the day in the end” superhero cartoon story, and I was a little disappointed that the episode focused entirely on Morph’s “near death trauma” from the Sentinels and not the much worse “brainwashed and tortured by Sinister to the point of developing a second personality” issue.  The closest we get to addressing that is Morph pointedly walking up to Cyclops with “Scott…been a long time….” which sounds like a way of saying “We’re cool now, bro, I promise I won’t try to kill you.”  Still, we get some great Morph and Wolverine moments, and Morph kicks a lot of ass at the end.  After Morph spends most of the series either dead or suffering, I don’t mind an episode where they get to kick ass. This episode also establishes that Morph was suffering from serious nightmares for awhile, so consider that a canon excuse to put that in your angsty fanfic.

(Morph also gets a non-speaking cameo in Beyond Good and Evil Part 1, sitting next to Jubilee at Scott and Jean’s second wedding.  I think it’s sweet that they were invited, but can also imagine Scott putting them in the front row just to ensure that there are no more “fake priest” shenanigans.  “Let’s put Morph where I can see him….just in case.”)

Season 5:

Graduation Day: After Xavier is attacked, Morph returns to help calm mutants world-wide by impersonating Xavier and making a public call for peace.  Morph doesn’t do much in the episode, but they get an individualized goodbye from Xavier while he is addressing the team one by one, and it is clear at the end that Morph is officially back with the team.  In other words, the writers could give Morph a happy ending of coming back since the show was ending and they didn’t have to deal with it going forward.  Thankfully, the X-Men 97 writers were happy to pick up that ball and continue running with it, and I love what they’ve done with Morph so far!

Were there shippy vibes between Morph and Wolverine in the original series?

I dunno friend, watch “Whatever it Takes,” and “Courage,” and you tell me.  Morph shifting into Jean to taunt Wolverine definitely gives me vibes of “There’s something going on there.”

Is Morph in the comics?

(Note – I’m using he/him for all comics versions of Morph because those versions all apparently ID as male.)

The answer is yes, sort of.

Changeling:

Morph was loosely based on an obscure, long dead shape-shifting mutant from the X-Men’s original 60’s run.  Changeling was a villain with a tacky costume who acted very much like a standard 60’s comic book villain, associated with a terrorist group called Factor Three. Look at this fucking dude:

  At the end of the Factor Three arc, it turns out that Factor Three’s leader, Mutant Master, is an alien who wants to destroy ALL life on Earth to make way for his own people, and the mutants in the group turn on him and help the X-Men. Changeling is the first one to question Mutant Master’s motives, and that’s probably the only interesting thing he does in the whole story.  Several issues later, Xavier supposedly dies while helping defeat a villain named Grotesk and save the world.  This story is retconned near the end of the run, when Xavier is revealed to be alive, and explains that the dead “Xavier” was actually Changeling.  Changeling had discovered that he was terminally ill, and came to Xavier seeking redemption.  Xavier asked Changeling to temporarily take his place as Xavier while he shut himself up in the basement to prepare to stop an alien invasion (and no, the X-Men were not informed of this, besides Jean, and yes, that is really fucked up).  So Changeling became a reformed villain and honorary X-Man who went out in a heroic sacrifice, and was almost never mentioned again.  (Even now Changeling appears to still be dead in the comics, even though the current storyline has allowed ALL the dead mutants to come back.  Even Thunderbird is back.)

Changeling was greatly reworked to become Morph, totally changing his personality and origins.  The only similarities are the shapeshifting powers and physical appearance.  You can see how this guy:

Became this not-actually-a-guy:

Or even this version:

X-Men 97 Morph got a real glow-up to their human form.

Of course, they also share the trait of being a sacrificial lamb plot device, and X-Men TAS creators were originally going to call the character “Changeling,” but changed the name to Morph because DC’s Beast Boy was called Changeling at the time.

Age of Apocalypse Morph:

In the 90’s, there was a cross-over event over all the X-Books called the Age of Apocalypse, in which a time-traveller (Xavier’s son Legion, long story) murdered Xavier in the past before Xavier formed the X-Men, and created a dystopian alternate reality in which Apocalypse had taken over and Magneto led the X-Men.  This was a kind of what-if event that let writers have fun with switching up character relationships, turning good guys bad and bad guys good, and of course, killing a lot of characters off.  The event only lasted about four issues before it was all undone and we returned to the main Marvel universe, so they could really go wild.  In the AoA book Astonishing X-Men, Magneto’s team includes a character called Morph, a versatile shapeshifter with a pasty white made-of-clay look, and a jovial, upbeat personality that is clearly based on TAS Morph.  (This change to character design is where X-Men 97 Morph’s white, featureless appearance comes from).

Just a silly little guy!

AoA Morph is also stated in the book to have been formerly Changeling, before undergoing a name-change and attitude adjustment, making him an AU variant.  He explains to Sunfire at one point that he never takes anything seriously because fuck it, he’s probably gonna die anyway, he may as well die with a smile on his face.  AoA Morph is pretty cool, he does great shapeshifting tricks, and has some depth and heart beneath the obnoxious jokes.

Exiles Morph:

After Age of Apocalypse, the fan-favorite character Blink (like Morph, another alternate version of a short-lived character in the main comics timeline) gets pulled out of the AoA timeline and placed on a team of time-displaced X-Men.  This team, all coming from alternate realities and including some other minor neglected characters (like versions of Thunderbird and Mimic), is tasked with hopping through realities, putting things right that once went wrong, and hoping each time that the next leap will be their leap home.  The team also includes a version of Morph, who is so similar to AoA Morph that Blink mistakes him initially for her old teammate.  This is another AU variant of Changeling who was never Changeling, but instead was recruited into the New Mutants (a bit of an age retcon for the character, as 60’s Changeling seemed much older, while Exiles Morph is clearly much younger.)  Exiles Morph was a popular hero in his reality, served as both an X-Man and an Avenger, and is an incredibly powerful shapeshifter.  He also winds up being a long-running mainstay of the Exiles team, so this is really the book to read for Morph content.  Exiles also fleshes out the character’s past, stating that he was born as a shapeshifting blob with X-gene already activated, and only assumed a human appearance to fit in with peers.  He also lost his mother to cancer at an early age, and his obnoxious jokey personality was partially a reaction to that, an attempt to both cheer up and get some attention from his grieving father.  Exiles Morph is a great character, my only complaint is that he is a bit of a sex pest, constantly making “jokes” that border on sexual harassment of his female teammates.  I don’t think he’s meant to actually be a creep, he never actually does anything, and when the teammate he has a crush on reveals that she is a lesbian, he steps back and acts as a supportive friend.  I think Exiles Morph just suffers from late 90’s early 2000 writing where the funny jokey character has to be all “LOL, Boobies!” all the time, just so we know he’s straight.  (Funny, given how not-straight X-Men 97 Morph seems to be.)

The Other Morph: Benjamin Deeds:

Brian Michael Bendis, in his Uncanny X-Men run, introduced a new character named Benjamin Deeds who could shapeshift, and looked suspiciously similar to a teenage version of Changeling/TAS Morph.  His personality was different, though (more of a sulky teen trying to deal with being a mutant than a funny guy), and the nature of his powers is different.  Benjamin has what is described as “chameleon-like” shapeshifting, taking on the physical characteristics of people when he gets close to them rather than fully shifting forms.  He also exudes a chemical that makes people automatically like and trust him.  Emma suggests the codename “Morph,” and although Benjamin doesn’t like it, it becomes his official codename going forward.  I don’t think Ben actually has any real connection to Changeling or TAS Morph, he seems more like a legacy character or winking homage, like Pyro II (Simon Lasker, who inexplicably has the same powers and looks almost exactly like original Pyro, St. John Alledyce).  He’s fun character and a cute lil’ guy, though.

There are people who call TAS Morph an “original character” completely invented for the cartoon, and I don’t think they’re entirely wrong.  Morph is VERY different from Changeling,  But to me, it makes the most sense to consider TAS Morph another AU variant of Changeling, given all the influence back and forth between the comics and the cartoon.  Morph was based on Changeling, and Morph’s popularity led to AU versions of Changeling in the comics with TAS Morph’s personality literally named “Morph,” and now X-Men 97 Morph has been redesigned to match AoA/Exiles Morph’s appearance.  They are variations of the same person.  And it’s not exactly the first time that a comics character has been drastically reworked in an adaptation – I’m looking at you, First Class Mystique and Evolution’s “Lance Alvers.”  I wonder if people would still be calling Morph an “original character” if they’d kept the name “Changeling,” since keeping the name seems to be all it takes at times.  Still, TAS Morph is kind of right on the border between OC and “adapted from the comics,” and even I tend to include them in groups of “created for the cartoon” characters like Firestar, Spyke and X-23.

Why is Morph tagged as “Kevin Sydney/Sidney”?

Because that is the character’s name, more or less.  TAS Morph didn’t have a “real name” in 92, because Changeling didn’t (similarly, Rogue also didn’t have a real name because the character hadn’t been given one in the comics.)  In Age of Apocalypse, characters called Morph “Sydney” or “Syd,” and Morph even referred to himself that way in a thought-balloons, but the Exiles writer apparently decided, “Nah, it’s a last name,” and officially named Morph “Kevin Sydney.”  The name stuck, and the 2004 Marvel “Book of the Dead” gave Changeling that name in the entry on him.  Morph’s name has never been given in the cartoon, but it’s probably safe to assume that their official “human name” is Kevin Sydney, just like TAS Rogue is probably Anna Marie (her official name in the comics.)  Interestingly, even in Exiles, the book where the name originated, Morph always goes by “Morph” and never “Kevin.”  Maybe Home Alone ruined the name for him.  I tend to use the Kevin Sydney tags on Tumblr and A03 to differentiate from other uses of the “morph” tag.  In particular, Tumblr has a lot of body modification fetish posts tagged as “morph,” and no offense to the fetishists, you all keep doing what you are doing, but that’s not the content I’m looking for.  I’m sure the fetish people are probably a bit annoyed at their own tag filling up with an X-Men character, but hey, it’s their name. 

How old is Morph?  How long were they with the team and when did they join?  Is the featureless white face their “real form”?  What’s their history with Wolverine?

I don’t have answers here because we don’t know.  There’s a lot we don’t know about TAS Morph, and the origins of their comics counterparts don’t really translate well into cartoon continuity.  Like I can’t imagine TAS Morph ever having been a willing member of Factor Three. 

Personally, I tend to assume that Morph was with the team for awhile before their “death,” given that they have an established “old friend” relationship with Wolverine and know the team extremely well.  I also tend to assume that TAS Morph is a similar age to the other young adults on the team like Scott and Jean.  They sometimes look older in the original series, because they were based on Changeling (who also looks older), but the voice acting and general personality of the character seem younger, plus Wolverine calls them “kid”a couple of times.  And it seems like their “human form” may not be their “real face” anyway, given that they’ve now defaulted to the white blank-face look.  The white blank-face look IS the real form for Exiles (and presumably AoA) Morph, so the same is probably true for TAS Morph and Changeling.  But this is all just my own headcanon and speculation, based on what I’ve seen in the original cartoon and the comics.  You are all free to come up with your own headcanons fleshing out the character, I’ve already seen great stuff in fanfic out there!

Edit: Actually, I thought of a bit more:

How does Morph shift their clothing? Does Morph even wear clothes? How can they create accessories like Psylocke's swords?

Honestly, I dunno, this is Rule of Cool and Morph as a vehicle for character cameos in affect here. I will say that, in the comics, many characters with shapeshifter-type powers, like Wolfsbane, wear costumes made of unstable molecules that shift with their bodies, the same may be true of Morph. Exiles Morph, when commenting on his female teammates' skimpy costumes, at one point jokes that he "wears even less," so he may just be literally making clothing out of his own body. Although I would think that would get cold, or painful with no protection against the elements.

I assume that Morph does form accessories like Psylocke's swords out of their own body, which also presumably means they can't drop them. I wonder if it would hurt Morph if one of the swords broke? Exile Morph regularly turns his own body into accessories that he can hold (but not separate from his form), so presumably X-Men 97 Morph is doing the same. This is a step-up from TAS Morph, who never did that. Exiles Morph seems to be able to turn their body into whatever they want.

Does Morph copy the powers of other mutants?

Morph seems to be able to mimic only the physical-based powers of other mutants, under the shapeshifter logic of changing their body to give themselves larger muscles, claws, etc. So Angel's wings, but not Cyclops' eye beams. Nightcrawler's tail but not teleportation. In X-Men 97, Morph takes a couple of shots from X-Cutioner after shifting into Colossus, so apparently they can do the whole metal skin thing. But in TAS, when Morph turns into Wolverine, their claws are not adamantium and Wolverine easily slices through them.

I would add that Exiles Morph is also extremely durable, and can literally be ripped to pieces and shapeshift himself back together. This doesn't seem to be the case of "died from Sentinel lasers" TAS Morph, but maybe they just aren't there with their power levels yet. Exiles Morph IS especially susceptible to burns or laser blasts, and almost dies when Hyperion hits him with a beam at close range.

That’s it, hopefully this is helpful for people completely new to the character who got into X-Men 97.  Mostly I just love writing about Morph.  I encourage you to go back and watch the original series, or at least the Morph episodes.  It’s a good show, if a bit 90’s corny, and will let you fully appreciate X-Men 97 (which has been, so far, an absolute banger of a series).  Presumably we’ll see more character development of Morph as the show continues, which will maybe answer some of these questions.

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Possible Explanations for the Continuity Errors of X-Men: First Class and the Original Trilogy

I know some people just write off X-Men: First Class as a separate timeline from the OG trilogy, given that it was originally intended as a reboot anyway, and there are several continuity errors.

But I think it’s extremely important from a narrative perspective that they happen in the same timeline that results in the Sentinel future and the events of Days of Future Past.

It is the events of the OG trilogy that shape Logan into becoming the only person who can possibly save mutantkind, not just with his healing factor that enables him to safely time travel, but also with the growth and perspective that he’s gained, which enables him to successfully guide Charles in the past just as Charles once guided him. Plus Logan’s memories that Charles sees further indicate this is the same Logan.

DOFP is the culmination of Logan’s character arc across the series. He goes from dismissing the X-Men in the beginning to literally traveling time and space to save them. In the process, he manages to save Jean and Scott while finally letting go of Jean and intentionally telling young Charles to recruit Scott as well, ensuring that Jean and Scott will still be together and giving up on trying to have her for himself.

DOFP is also the culmination of Charles and Erik’s arcs as they seek a second chance at the life they could’ve had together, finally seeing how their rivalry throughout the OG trilogy was never worth it, and trying to, as Erik says, have a precious few of those lost years back. (And if you don’t see how unbelievably romantic that is, well, you have no media literacy. But I digress.)

Furthermore, DOFP closes the arcs of the younger team members, like Rogue, Iceman, and Kitty Pryde, all of whom start off new and inexperienced when we first meet them in the OG trilogy, and ultimately play crucial and indispensable roles in saving the world. (Big reason why the Rogue Cut is the superior version.)

So, with all that significance established, how can we smooth over the bumps in continuity between FC and the OG trilogy? Well, let’s take them one at a time.

Charles and Raven’s relationship. It’s totally understandable that Charles never mentions Raven is his sister in the OG trilogy. Raven abandoned him on the beach and showed no interest in reconciling with him, especially after the experiments done on her when she killed Trask - it seems that the trauma of that experience broke her and turned her into the colder and more ruthless Mystique of the trilogy. There’s no point in bringing up their past together when it’s not relevant to any of the main events. Plus it probably pains Charles to remember Raven in that way, considering that she left him and has made no effort to get back in touch with him. They haven’t truly been siblings for 40 years by then. Also, in what scene could he have mentioned it, anyway? The two of them never directly interact in the OG trilogy, and the only time Mystique is discussed in front of Charles is when Hank reveals she’s been apprehended, and even then you can briefly see a moment of tension in Charles’ face before the subject is changed. So it is hinted at, even if it wasn’t intended at the time the OG films were made. (This also explains why Hank has little reaction to seeing Mystique in The Last Stand; they broke up when she left the beach 40 years ago, and so they’ve both moved on.)

The creator of Cerebro. The OG trilogy establishes Charles and Erik built Cerebro, whereas FC shows Hank building it. However, this issue has an easy explanation. Hank built the very first version of Cerebro at the CIA facility. In both the OG trilogy and DOFP, we see another Cerebro built inside the mansion. Naturally Charles and Erik helped Hank create the new Cerebro for the mansion during their training there.

Charles saying he met Erik when he was 17. This can be written off as Charles making a joke and trying to make himself seem younger than he is in front of a stranger. Or an exaggeration like when we say “i met him a hundred years ago.” So much has happened since he first met Erik, and he’s matured so much since then, that he probably in retrospect believes he may as well have been a teen in 1962. Not the smoothest explanation, yes, but an explanation nevertheless. Again keeping in mind that he just met Logan and has no way of knowing how close they will become, so he lets himself be a slightly unreliable narrator to a stranger with regard to his own age, as many people do. Another possibility is that Charles and Erik - soulmates that they are - did briefly and unknowingly encounter each other, or at least pass each other by, in their teens, but didn’t realize it until years later.

Charles’ awareness of Erik’s helmet. In FC, Charles knows his telepathy is blocked by Erik’s helmet, whereas in X1, he is confused as to why he can’t find Erik in Cerebro. However, Erik’s helmet in the OG trilogy is clearly not the same helmet as his helmet in First Class; the design is very different. Considering that he was always imprisoned for JFK’s death in every timeline (the DOFP change meant he escaped earlier than before), this means the old helmet was taken away from him when he was locked up. So this explains why Charles is confused as to why he can’t sense Erik in X1; he knows Erik’s old helmet was lost, and Erik hasn’t needed s helmet for years. He doesn’t realize until then that Erik has now obtained/created a new helmet, knowing that the anti-mutant legislation proposal is the start of the war.

Charles walking in the 80s. This one seems irreconcilable, but it does have two possible explanations. Either 1) Hank created an updated serum that enabled Charles to walk and use his powers, that only worked for a while and then failed again so Charles just committed himself to the wheelchair during the OG trilogy to avoid any more fuss. Or 2) Charles may have created a telepathic projection of himself walking as a way of showcasing his powers to the mutants he recruited. Furthermore, I theorize that perhaps the opening scene of TLS isn’t real at all, but rather Charles’ own La La Land what-if fantasy - in his grief for Jean’s apparent death and Erik’s Alkali Lake betrayal, he imagines his ideal version of events where instead of recruiting young Jean alone in his wheelchair, the Cuba accident never happened and thus he and Erik never parted ways and recruited Jean together. Obviously Charles’ walking appearance in X-Men Origins: Wolverine can’t be explained as a fantasy, but I honestly don’t care about that movie and I know hardly anyone else does either.

Moira MacTaggert’s lack of aging. This also has a few explanations. It could be that TLS shows a completely different woman from FC who happens to have the same name, and that is quite possible since CIA agent and doctor are two very different professions. Perhaps the doctor is a relative of Moira’s, i.e. her daughter or niece who was named after her - which I think is the most likely explanation. Another possibility is that Moira actually is a mutant who doesn’t age, and not a human. IIRC, there was a recent twist in the comics that revealed she is actually a mutant who doesn’t age. So that also could be the case. But fact that Charles erased Moira’s memories at the end of FC means that even if it is the same woman somehow, via either mutant longevity or massive amounts of de-aging cream & hair dye, she has no mental connection with what came before, so she in a sense is a different woman in TLS, no matter how you slice it.

Kitty Pryde’s powers. We never see Kitty use her powers for time travel before DOFP because there’s no need for it. Plus she’s quite young in TLS and so she probably didn’t even know yet that her abilities could phase through time as well as space.

Sabretooth & Wolverine, and Wolverine’s broken adamantium claws. I don’t care for either XMO:W or The Wolverine and just disregard them altogether. But if one must count them, then maybe after all those years Sabretooth just doesn’t care about his brother anymore and feels no need to mention their relationship when he’s devoted to Erik’s cause and Logan is in the way. (Similar to Charles and Mystique.) Also when it comes to Logan’s broken claws post-Wolverine, Erik’s very presence explains it; the threat of the Sentinels made it a necessity for Logan to have his adamantium claws back for self-defense, so Erik used his powers to put the adamantium, or something similar, back into the claws.

I’ll end with this note. Remember Erik & Rogue’s powers and Charles’ resurrection between TLS and the future of DOFP. Honestly, the fact that TLS essentially reverses two of its most major plot developments in the final moments, with Erik moving the chess piece and Charles waking up in his twin’s body, is proof enough that all the “continuity errors” do not actually make it impossible for these films to be happening in the same timeline. The “cure” wears off and Erik & Rogue are at full power again during the Sentinel war, and Charles is able to use his twin’s body to continue living and looking the same. So if there can be canon explanations as crazy as those, then there’s no way any of the explanations I just suggested for the other discrepancies can be completely impossible.

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"Pipe down."

~ Trans!Liam de Lioncourt/TransMale!Reader ~ Kink - "hate sex", minor spanking (Day 5) ~ Enemies to enemies with benefits (implied) ~ 2.5k words

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You didn't hate Liam. You just had a…particularly strong dislike for him and, judging by the constant glare on his face when he made eye contact with you, you suspected those feelings were reciprocated.

You two avoided each other like the plague; you couldn't be far enough away. It felt like he was everywhere. In the halls, judging outfits with his posse of girls..and Damien. In class, yapping away about how “unethical” things are and how HE would do things. You never wanted to strangle anyone more in your entire unlife!

Well, strangle was a pretty “broad” term, you surmised. Hold Liam underwater until he stopped kicking, assuming vampires could even drown, or to make him cum repeatedly with your hand around his throat until he was too stupid to run his jaw, even if that thought alone made you even more upset.

You could hardly focus on the auditions in the auditorium without glaring at Liam the entire time. If only you had seen yourself, you were sure you looked like you were trying to light him on fire by staring. That stupid blue overcoat and the way it hugs his thin waist. How his undershirt rides up ever so slightly each time he reaches up to push Scott's tree leaves out of his light. His pants are too tight, his boots are too high up; you could pick apart every single detail of what’s wrong with him.

Your leg bounces repeatedly as you sit in one of the audience chairs, arms folded impatiently over your chest. It wasn't your rehearsal day, and you weren't the one on stage, but for some reason, something in your mind told you to show up and watch. Maybe it was to catch Liam doing something stupid, or maybe something interesting was going to happen…yeah right. Not with that twink around.

Every part of you just wanted to make Liam shut up. He talked too damn much. He always acted like he was superior to everyone. You could feel his eyes on you each time he “adjusted his glasses from the glare of the lights overhead”. It was so aggravating! And that goddamn nonchalant attitude, you felt you could fuck it out of him. Make him writhe and squirm. Teach him to mind his manners for once.

Forcing yourself out of your chair, causing the seat to fold back up with a piercing screech. You make your way right up onto stage, abruptly stopping the rehearsal taking place. You could’ve easily just stopped and backed away now, but you didn’t.

Not bothering to explain yourself at all, you march right up to Liam, fists balled tightly at your side. Grabbing him harshly by the back of his collar, pulling him stage left. The rubber soles of his boots squeak slightly against the waxed wood of the stage, but you ignore the ear piercing sound paired with the confused stares you’re receiving.

“What- What the hell are you doing??” He questions, reaching up and tugging on the front of his collar being tugged up against his Adam's apple, to prevent it from choking him.

Pulling him through the door, you barely manage to drag Liam with you and shove him up against the opposing wall in the dimly lit exterior hallway. His back collides with the brick, staring wide eyed at you, his cheeks burning a humiliating amount.

“Do you have any idea just now goddamn annoying you are?” You prompt, pressing your forearm against Liam's chest, your knee slipping between his thighs.

For once, in 4XX years, he's caught off guard with a lack of words. His jaw agape ever so slightly, purple cheeks turned pink. His glasses were beginning to fog with your breath, heavy with exertion from having to drag him. Chests almost pressed together, if it weren't for your arm creating a slight barrier. You can just barely feel the tightening of his thighs around your own– if the quiver in his knees didn't give him away, that is. It made you pause for a very slight moment.

Feeling your heart speed up in your chest and a weird warmth spread throughout your abdomen to your groin, your glare into his yellow eyes falters just barely. Though, Liam's stupid face staring back at you like a fish out of water grounds you back into reality, pushing your forearm more firmly against his chest.

“Nothing to say?” You taunt, slipping your thigh a bit higher between his legs. You can feel the warmth easily through his thin slacks. Forcing himself up onto his tiptoes to prevent excess pressure from being put onto his crotch.

“Like you're any better.” Liam scoffs, finally finding his confidence again. Pushing his palms against your chest, shoving you back just enough to get you off of him. “At least I have self-control.” He adds, straightening out the cuffs on his sleeves, his nose bridge scrunched up in irritation.

Admittedly, you couldn't argue. You lacked a fair bit of self-control, especially around Liam. But it wasn't because you liked him or anything! You hated his guts so much you wanted to rearrange them.

Snatching Liam back up by his collar, pulling him up against your front again. “Watch your tongue.” You huff. It was the truth, but you didn't want to hear it. Liam rolls his eyes, unamused by your outburst. Lifting his hands in a placating manner, a smug grin pulling across his lips.

“I'm right, aren't I? As always.” He boasts, his initial shock and embarrassment wearing off completely. Straightening out his posture a bit too much, looking overconfident, like he was overcompensating for a lack of. Just being a brat at this point–pushing your buttons–even if he knew it was a stupid idea. One of few he had.

One intrusive thought. That's all it took. One–“would he kiss well?”–before you register your lips against his. It's not romantic in the slightest. It's raw. Raw and heady. Teeth clashing, spit swapping, pawing at each other's bodies without care to being caught. At least, for a minute, up until Liam pulls back with a sharp inhale.

Wordlessly, he takes your place in tugging him around. Pulling on your forearms as he brings you along with him to the nearest room, which unfortunately belongs to Crazy Martin - the Were-Bear janitor. You two were sure to get punished if you were caught, but that only made the energy in your body buzz faster.

Shoving you up against the door, causing it to shut behind both of you. Almost instantly, Liam's lips are back on yours again, one of his hands slipping behind your lower back to the door handle digging painfully into your skin, locking the door with a click.

Your hands grasp at Liam's stupid outfit, tugging at the bottom few buttons of his white vest, not caring if they fell off or not, just to give you access to his too-tight pants. The feeling of his own pawing at your hips like a desperate mutt. Groping, pulling, pinching..it makes you whine.

Growing lightheaded, you break the kiss, tasting his saliva on your lips. You barely give yourself time to catch your breath before your head ducks down into his neck. You can feel Liam shudder and tilt his head as you run the flat of your tongue over his sensitive pulse point, your hand slipping down unceremoniously into the front of his pants.

You weren't sure what you were expecting to be met with, but the dampness of his boxers against your fingertips makes your breath hitch. Liam stifles a moan, letting it falter into a breathy whimper.

“Gods..” He breathes, copying your motion and tucking his hand into your pants, groaning at your own slickness.

“Pipe down.” You grunt, sinking your teeth into the side of his throat, just wanting to take out all of this pent up stress onto him. Your knees nearly giving out beneath you as you feel his fingers gently circle around your clothed clit.

“Martin'll find us…” You whisper against his skin, your tongue trailing over the teeth marks left behind on his skin. “Unless you want him to see what a bitch you are.”

With a pouty huff, Liam stuffs his other hand down the back of your pants, right down into your underwear, grasping at the globes of your ass.

Though, instead, you remove your hands from him completely, much to his ire and confusion as he follows. Your hands dart down to your button and zipper, unfastening them and pushing both your pants and underwear down to your ankles, stepping out of them.

“Off.” You command with a lazy nod down to his slacks. You didn't much care for the shirts, even if his coat was an eyesore, they wouldn't get in the way. Your fingers finding your slick cunt as you watch him embarrassingly fumble. Your mouth going dry as he finally exposes himself to you, just as wet, if not more, as you are. 

Readjusting his glasses, under the façade of confidence, Liam looks you up and down with a look you've never seen before, and one you hope to never see again after this is done.

Using your free hand, you gently grab his wrist, tugging him down to his knees with your pussy right in his face. “Put your mouth to good use.” You pant. Liam's lips part in thinly veiled protest, arrogance crossing his face again, but you don't care whatsoever.

Grabbing him by his stupid ponytail-man-bun-thing, you force his head closer, grinding your slick against his nose and mouth, an involuntary moan escaping your throat. Rolling his eyes stubbornly, his tongue darts out to lap at your folds, humming with satisfaction.

The gentle sucking at your sensitive clit combined with Liam being unafraid of eating you out and the singular finger he'd slipped inside you, it makes you spasm. Your hand tightening in his hair, desperate for more friction.

“Cockysonofabitch..” You moan. You were just happy you didn't have to hear his grating voice anymore. At least, temporarily. Right up until you feel the sting of a snapping rubber band beneath your fingers, not realizing you were grabbing his hair that tightly. Letting Liam pull away from your cunt, you offer a slightly sheepish, breathless chuckle as you show him his snapped hair tie, as if the feeling of his parted hair sliding back into its place over one of his eyes wasn't obvious.

Annoyed, Liam reaches up and pulls you down to him roughly, your knees crashing into the thin carpet below, a pained hiss leaving your lips, but he doesn't give you a break at all. You broke his shit, after all.

His hands grasping at your shoulders as he pushes you back as far as you could, awkwardly propped up against the door, causing an ache in your spine. Gliding his hands down your body to your thighs, pushing them apart.

“You're too damn rough. Break everything I own, will you?” Liam grumbles, slotting his body between your legs. One of his legs draped over yours, the other tucked underneath. The small space makes both of you sweat more than you'd prefer, but you shudder as his clit presses down against your own.

“Shut up and move.” You retort, hands grasping at anything in reach as Liam rolls his hips into yours. Nails digging into the crunchy, thin carpet, to grasping at Liam's shitty coat, to clawing at his forearms, fingertips finding his bite mark accidentally, but Liam doesn’t stop grinding against you.

A hushed groan escaping both of you, the obscene sound of slick against slick practically reverberating inside the closet. Trying so fucking hard to remain quiet, barely managing to lean in enough to make out in a poor attempt to muffle the noises escaping your lips.

Tongues prodding into each others’ mouths, narrowly missing teeth aching to bite down and draw blood. Involuntarily bucking your hips in a needy attempt to seek more pleasure, it puts more pressure against Liam's sopping pussy, causing him to moan into your mouth.

Your first reaction is to reach out and choke him, to satisfy that urge to shut him up. But you can't bring yourself to choke him at that moment. Despite being entirely contrived of flaws, he feels damn good.

Alternatively, your hand slides down his back, following the trail of his spine, down to his flat ass. Raising your hand before bringing it right back down, striking him in a silent command to shut him up. But it only does the opposite. Liam arches his back as he breaks the kiss with a louder moan, grinding his cunt into your own a bit too rough, causing your clit to tingle and the nerves to send an unfamiliar coolness down your legs, to your toes.

“Shut. Up.” You finally demand through gritted teeth, your head lazily resting against the wood of the door behind you, peering up at him through the dim lighting. Lips all kiss-swollen and pink, covered in spit and your own slick, just from Liam's mouth.

“S-Sorry..” He breathes, pushing his hair away from his face to keep it from sticking to him more than it already has. “Just.. Do that again. I’m- fuck, I'm close.”

You didn't want to comply. Part of you just wanted to edge Liam mercilessly until he was too stupid to think about how high and mighty he feels. But, you need the release too. You actually deserve it, in your humble opinion.

Raising your hand again, you swiftly bring it back down to his ass cheek, causing it to sting and forcing him to grind down harder onto you. Watching as his eyes roll back, biting down on the inside of his lip, just to keep it down.

You can feel the ache in your belly as your thighs begin to twitch, toes curling, desperately after your own orgasm. Once again, you bring your hand down hard onto his purple ass, but instead of making Liam cum, your orgasm crashes over you unexpectedly, like a rubber band snapping.

Your other hand is quickly brought up to your mouth, sinking your teeth into your flesh as you moan into the back of your hand. Rutting right up against Liam's cunt to rid yourself through your orgasm causes Liam to be pushed over the edge shortly thereafter.

He wouldn't admit it, not to anyone nor himself, but you felt good against him. It was the ONLY time he wanted you near him. Maybe to get off some more.

Neither of you wanted anything to do with aftercare for one another, even if deep down, it would probably do your tense relationship some good. No words are exchanged as you part, slick coating each other's genitals and down ass cracks. You decide Liam probably has to go back to whatever it was he was doing. Rehearsal, you think?

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An angsty Bereznik-timeline-Jeff story snuck up on me. I got to write it out in the campus bomb shelter, awaiting the strike of Dagger-class missiles. But in the end, a glimmer of hope won over. As always, many thanks go to @janetm74 for incessant support.

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Colonel Tracy walked up to the GDF Headquarters. It was the military training, a familiar grid to fall back on, that got him there. Not through it. Nothing could get him through it. But he kept his back ramrod straight, looked ahead with glassy eyes, put one foot in front of the other and got there. Jeff Tracy was summoned to collect Captain Tracy's, status updated to KIA, personal effects, sent from the Airbase, so Colonel Tracy reported on time, as told. Because Jeff Tracy, the father, wasn't available. Captain Tracy's father, previously Scott Tracy's, Scooter's, and Scotty's father, was prostrate, still and numb, all out of voice or tears, or wits, or strength, or a will to go on, over the charred remains of an F-18 fighter jet, somewhere on the outskirts of a thick Moravian forest. Indefinitely.

They could have just mailed Scott's things home to Kansas, but for some reason his old combat friends Lord Hugh and Major* Casey were adamant he came in person. Not that there could be much classified about well-worn Yale t-shirts, a dress uniform and spare fatigues, faded jeans, Scott's favorite running shoes and, it could be presumed, a copious number of snapshots of little brothers over the years Captain Tracy kept in his locker and in every available pocket at all times. But his friends (and the boy's superiors) insisted, so he showed up. The empty hull of him, at least. It became apparent why when Lord Hugh offered him a seat and entered a personal passcode into a secure comm unit. Val Casey's face was stricken with anguish. Through the cotton cloud of numbness Jeff could distantly register his heart constrict - he could hardly process any more agony those days. Already hit and anticipating a takeover, Scott managed to send out the last message. Jeff knew the drill since the last war: the pilot would access a unique classified frequency they were to use only once - when chances of survival were zero to none. The message was to contain whatever usable intel the pilot could offer on the ground behind enemy lines. It would be recorded into a cloud, scrambled and bounced off different servers so as to not give away the pilot's or the jet location. Jeff was summoned to be played the "unclassified" portion of Scott's last ever holocall. He took Hugh up on his offer of the seat as his knees buckled.

Dark curls were plastered to the boy's forhead, drenched in sweat. Or maybe blood. Scott's face was covered in soot and there was a gush over his brow, but even that combined with the bluish tint of the holo couldn't hide the pallor.

"Hi, guys!"

The ready smile, ever there when Scott was talking or thinking of his brothers, faltered. Haunted eyes squeezed shut briefly against a painful grimace and reappeared, brimming with moisture.

"God! I love you all so much I wish I could just message my heart to you! Allie..."

His son's face mellowed at the mention of the baby brother and in an instant it was Lucy's hologram in a torn and blooded flightsuit, shivering from strain and emotion. And onsetting shock. Val Casey by his side was crying openly.

"Allie! You be good for me, alright?! Listen to Dad and Grandma! Know that I'll always be there for you! ALWAYS! Gordie, you go on training! I'm so proud of you! Go get 'em, Squiddo! Johnny... I know, I know... but hey! I get big brother perks! You're so smart, kid, you can do anything! I'll see you in the stars, I KNOW you'll make astronaut! Virg... Virgie, you listen to me - don't let ANYONE doubt you! Least of all yourself! You do what your heart feels right, ok? I believe in you, brother! Gosh, I could just hug you lot and never let go!"

Jeff's knuckles were white, his grip on the edge of the conference table so tight he could snap a slab off. The expression on the holo-tinged face shifted to something hesitant and so, so impossibly young.

"Dad! I'm so sorry! I let you down... I know you needed me for the Project. It's gonna be AWESOME! Dad... I'm scared... I love you!"

An explosion off screen distorted the signal and the feed was cut off. Jeff was on his feet by then, a flimsy office chair kicked to the side. That didn't last long, though, as he reached both hands to the empty space where a gossamer image of his son just revealed feeling guilty and afraid, all alone, seconds before dying. In a place he ended up only following in his father's footsteps. Jeff's battle with consciousness and gravity was lost before it even started and the hardwood floor rushed close in a flash.

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[He was in the hallway of their Kansas farmhouse when a flash of auburn practically collided with his chest. Lucy was winded, eyes wild, hands twisting his shirt in a frantic grip.

"Have you found him?! I just checked the treehouse - he's not there! Jeff, we need to find him before dark! It will be too late!!"

He grasped his wife's shoulders instinctively to calm her, but Lucy was adamant, stepping out of his embrace.

"New plan! I'll take the basement - you go on and check the barn! We need to find Scotty!"

With that she was gone, feet pounding down the stairs. He took his cue and went out to the old barn. It was empty. Dark was gathering in the corners, making the bits and pieces of equipment look distorted, grotesque. Menacing. He knew better than just to call the boy's name. Overwhelmed or upset, or tired - little Scooter could hide with the best of them. He searched the nooks and crannies, checked beneath the crates, then made his way to the back wall. It was then that he heard the scream. His son's voice, calling for him. Pleading for Dad's help from beyond the wall. Old wood turned to dark filthy bricks beneath his fists as he tried to let the boy know Dad was there. No matter how hard he flung himself against the wall - it didn't budge as the voice calling to Dad got fainter.]

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He came to Lord Hugh and Casey propping him from both sides, helping to sit up. Val's gaze was full of worry and reprimand.

"Hey, Jeff! Easy! When was the last time you ate anything? Slept?"

He didn't have time for any such nonsense! Sleep or sustenance stopped being remotely meaningful concepts since they told him his son was dead. But now? He needed to be in a hurry! The vice grip on his friend's hand made the usually cast iron Lord wince. Jeff needed to get up and rush. He needed to go find his son! Before it was too late!

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*Sometimes I headcanon Casey (and maybe Lee Taylor) might have been demoted a rank for participating in a very off the books (and maybe not entirely smooth) black op of getting Scott out of Bereznik captivity.

[tubbytarchia]

UM. NEW JIM STREAM. NEW SMP. I FEEL LIKE I MISSED AN ANNOUNCEMENT OR SOMETHING.

members are fwhip jimmy lizzie mog sausage oli rendog katherine pix shubble scott eloise zombiecleo. modded smp. stream only i think. fantasy themed.

he logs in and has to choose an origin. seems very dnd-esque? but ive never played dnd so. im guessing here.

he spends 10 minutes choosing just to settle on half elf. he gets to pick 2 skills so he picks quicker regen and most movements wont trigger sculk sensors.

he spawns in :D cleo is there :D but jim hasnt set up voice mod so. they dont talk yet. cleo just starts circling him and its really funny to me

HE GETS SET UP. cleos immediately like youre not small :( (her chat told her he would be) and he was like. well being small is fun for a stream and then it gets a bit annoying doesnt it. which i have Thoughts about

they spawned in like a tower thing. cleo goes down and dies instantly to a bunch of mobs. after cleo dies jimmy goes down and also dies instantly. theres some weird spawn protection thing going on meaning they literally cant beat the mobs

jimmy experiences Modded Minecraft and gets scared. why do his buttons do things. why is there things everywhere. his keybinds have been super messed up so hes having A Time

sausage died and cuz of voice mod he screamed and cut out immediately which is my favourite thing. the entire smp is a mess theres like a million mobs. ive never seen jimmy rage this hard at dying before

fwhip joins and he chose one of the small classes. jimmy starts making fun of him so fwhip crits him like 3 times. jimmy then steals fwhips wood and fwhip tries to kill him again.

it takes establishing that jimmys a half-elf and sausage is a high-elf before the elf superiority starts.

katherine joins and shes ALSO a half elf. sausage starts calling him their daddy. its been 20 minutes

jim and oli meet up (and katherine follows) and olis like. im gonna show you my secret if u give me 6 things. so jimmy gives him 6 things and turns out oli can. go invisible????? and jim and katherine are like :o and are surprised he didnt pick bard. olis like well i already did that. im a mushroom guy now. and takes off his armour to show his skin (he says something about it being similar to his larp outfit which is cool) and jimmys like whats with the glasses. and oli full on whines and goes JIMMMMMMMH :( theyre my mushroom glasses.

they both die within a minute of exploring. cant say its unexpected. they get their stuff back easily enough though

after talking to like everyone jim splits off. he finds a zombie playing bagpipes and i lost my shit

it just played folk music the entire time he was trying to kill it

meets up with everyone. they talk for a while but nothing super notable to be said

(jimmy got up to get a snack and the stream chat started talking to his chair. it made me giggle)

he got super fast shoes. everyone is jealous of him. bitches love him and his super fast shoes.

i look away for like 5 minutes and hes now. wearing a whoopee cushion on his head. and a crown!

jimmy and sausage beat up a boss and it drops a ring. sausage picks it up and asks jimmy to marry him. jimmy IMMEDIATELY rejects him. no hesitation

^ little chicken hat :) cleo has a little pig hat and they match and its really cute.

jimmy gets a big axe and is like omg its so big!! and cleo AND sausage immediately jump on like oh tell me how you got it so big jimmy. and hes like guys. guys please.

sausage gets an ancient gong with unreadable runes on it. he obviously hits it multiple times. nothing happens at least.

they find ren and he has a little sheep hat so now 3 of them are matching. sausage feels very left out.

jimmy and oli meet up. oli does a bit of being like.. the spirit of the forest. oli gives jim a sapling and jim gives oli an invisibility cape. oli ends the bit and comes back as himself. he has a bow on his lower back and jimmys like wow you have a bow on your back. oli calls his ass big and juicy. frowns

oli tries to hit jimmy like 20 times and its just not working. jimmy is invincible i think.

oli and jim go to a village and make a bit of stealing childrens lunch money. idk why but they are. it doesnt work.

they meet up with lizzie and oli does his "spirit of the forest" bit again. he starts to give lizzie a riddle and says "what is wet and long- and not dry-" then gets confused and just. doesnt finish it at all.

lizzie mentions jims large weapon. jimmy voice "nothings too big for me" oli voice "nothings too big for jim" why have 2 separate groups made the exact same joke.

lizzie crashes and oli calls her and it goes to voicemail and he leaves a message and he ends it with a bunch of chappell roan song names. when jimmy doesnt know what he means olis immediately like THIS GUY IS NOT AN ALLY.

^ like 5 minutes after that they kiss so.

jim gives lizzie an ocean necklace after she logs in again. crazy

oli and jim are potentially basing together. we MIGHT be back.

uhhhhh stream end :p double upload on sunday (one main channel one roblox channel) not sure if im gonna summarise all these streams if only bc i have. No Idea whats going on. i dont understand modded mc at all. despite that it is a chill vod if u need background noise for anything

YAYYY JIMMY STREAM SUMMARY yeah this SMP came out of nowhere. I heard nothing about it. Fun that Rendog is here though!! And Cleo!!

"well being small is fun for a stream and then it gets a bit annoying doesnt it." OFF TO A NOT GOOD START GRRRRRRRR JIMMY..........my son..... ESMP2 haunts him... And then he goes and makes fun of fWhip LMAO. Not going to fault him but also not going to fault fWhip for almost killing Jimmy a few times, deserved

Sausage's humor making me want to end myself as usual. But Jimmy immediately rejecting his marriage proposal did put a smile on my face. If it weren't for moments like this to balance out Sausage just. the way he is. I would actually be infuriated if I ever watched SMP streams he's in. Sorry Sausage fans

"jimmys like wow you have a bow on your back. oli calls his ass big and juicy. frowns" ?????? Oli?? ok whatever its. whatecver

"Oli starts to give lizzie a riddle and says "what is wet and long- and not dry-" then gets confused and just. doesnt finish it at all." ok thats funny lmao. hurt himself in his own confusion . deserved

Omg Oli and Jim kiss though <3 and them basing together potentially yes please

Ok yeah that sounds both chill and very confusing. I also don't understand heavily modded mc. But why is their humor sense just sex jokes again can they sprinkle in some other jokes every once in awhile PLEASE IM BEGGING

[pancrasefighter69]

I'm posting this fight photo as a shout out to 🇬🇧 British fighter and wrestler, Sooty98. The fighters in the photo are actually Russian, but the style of the fight is exactly what Scott (Sooty98) and me (Greg) are into: bare chests, skin-tight jeans, and taped or bare fists. No damn gloves for us. Minimal rules and limits, just man to man brawling until knockout or until one fighter cannot continue.

It's amazing when two fighters cross paths, and especially when both fighters are into the same aggressive fighting, fight gear, rules/limits, and the potential for stakes as an added incentive on the fight. Scott is an accomplished boxer, wrestler, bare knuckles fistfighter, and street fighter. He has amazing fights and grappling stories of his battles in Europe against tough muscular fighters and wrestlers, including Andre. David, Jake, Kes, Kris, Matt, Mitchell, Rod, Tim, and Zack. I urge you to read those arousing summaries of his fights and wrestling matches if you're turned on by combat sports.

Scott contacted me a few months ago, and it was clear from that first email message that he and I are on the same page and want the same aggressive muscle on muscle fight scene. A quick check of the height and weight stats showed us to be within 2 inches and a few pounds of each other, which makes for a fair and legitimate fight. No mismatched squash job here, as both fighters will have to earn that win through brutal force and superior fighting skills.

Scott and I spend a lot of time in the gym with intense workouts. I think Scott is really a muscular bodybuilder who enjoys fighting and wrestling. I was raised as a street fighter and wrestler who later got into weightlifting and bodybuilding only to make myself stronger and tougher. Either way, Scott and Greg seem to be on a collision course for one hell of a fight.

Scott is a super-aggressive fighter who gets off on beating the fuck out of his opponents. I guess that is why I found myself immediately attracted to him as a potential fight opponent. There's a huge satisfaction and gratification that comes from fighting. It's one huge erotic turn on if, like me, you experience Agonophilia from a fight. Strange word that I only recently came across: Agonophilia. It's that homoerotic turn on when your cock is rock hard from the fight, or even from fight gear. I've always been aroused by fighting and wrestling, so I now know that there's a name for this primal excitement.

If you haven't already read some of the fights at Sooty98, then I urge you to check out the real-time stories and photos he has there. One of these days, he will have posted the summary of our Scott versus Greg epic fistfight. Unfortunately, Scott is 🇬🇧 and I'm 🇺🇸 so this fight will be an Intercontinental Championship. I'm sure it will be one hell of a fistfight, but that's exactly what we both want and need.

Check out Sooty98.

[catsaysmlem]

no offence to val kilmer but he really shot himself in the foot here lol because anyone who had as specific a vision for iceman as tony scott apparently did would have been even more convinced by val pulling these antics than if he showed up perfectly sincere and on his best behaviour. 

because firstly val had that barely contained slightly feral quality to him especially at that age that is somehow actually perfect for iceman. contain all that into the skin of a perfect golden boy fighter pilot and it creates something really dynamic and compelling that shows in iceman’s body language and just the way he holds himself throughout the film. so its very understandable why they were adamant on val for the role. 

and secondly, one of iceman’s most immediately noticeable character traits is the dgaf energy he exudes. he’s obviously not a rebel or non-conformist but he’s also definitely not a conformist. he clearly doesn’t care a lot about what exactly his supeiors or authority figures think of him personally. fandom interpretation where his whole personality as presented in the movie is actually a facade for how deeply he craves approval from everyone is usually a little boring to me (especially when done in that pretentious contrarian way fans sometimes have) because look at his demeanour with all his superiors and instructors including viper. 

he’s a very neutral character in that sense - being a conformist requires you to care but being a rebel also requires you to care deeply about what people think of you (mav). iceman toes the lines set for them only to the extent necesssary to keep himself out of trouble but his demeanour with his superiors is extremely casual (maybe too casual) and not really something that would win him any points with them. he doesn’t really care and he lets his flying do the talking for him. 

all of which seems kind of perfectly encapsulated in this audition of his lol

[beardedmrbean]

A Los Angeles socialite who killed two young boys after hitting them with her car was sentenced to 15 to life in prison for her crimes.

The sentence came after Rebecca Grossman made a plea for the judge to “consider her suffering” as he handed down the sentence.

Grossman, 60, said she was “not a murderer” and said the pain she has caused her family and the family of the two dead youngsters were “punishments I already endure.”

She was convicted of two counts of second-degree murder for the deaths of Mark Iskander, 11, and his brother Jacob Iskander, 8, after a six-week trial. She learned her prison fate during a Monday court hearing.

Grossman was engaged in a “high-speed game of chicken” with her lover, former Los Angeles Dodgers pitcher Scott Erickson. The pair had been drinking cocktails at a nearby bar prior to the incident.

“I am not a murderer, and I ask you to recognize that true fact,” Grossman wrote in a letter to Superior Court Judge Joseph Brandolino, obtained by The New York Post.

“My pain, my recognition of the pain the Iskanders suffer, and the pain I watch my family endure, are punishments that I already suffer and will for the rest of my life. Please consider this suffering when you consider what more punishment to impose on me in this case.”

Her lawyers have argued she should be let off with probation.

“I can only imagine the pain that (the boys’ parents) Nancy and Karim Iskander feel minute by minute,” Grossman wrote. “I will carry my pain for the rest of my life.”

The socialite also sent a bizarre letter to the Iskanders, obtained by the Daily Mail, in which she said she would have driven her car “into a tree” if she’d had the chance, to avoid the tragedy.

Despite her claims, the boy’s mom Nancy Iskander said the socialite had treated her family as “the number one enemy in the world,” having fought to delay the sentencing multiple times.

According to Iskander, the socialite had used multiple “strategies” including creating conflicts of interest to delay the hearing, which was originally scheduled for April 10.

“The issue became that every time we try and move on and move on to that next step, the legal system or Ms Grossman, or both, take us back into the fight, back to the fight for justice,” Ms Iskander said, speaking to Fox News Digital last month.

“It’s horrific to say the least. She has not expressed remorse but more importantly, she has not even shown mercy… I felt that she had many opportunities to show mercy, plead guilty or figure out a way to just shorten the process of the fight, and not having to take me back again and again into that courtroom.

“But she didn’t. She’s had many opportunities to show mercy and she did not show any mercy on my family, in fact, she only shows hate... as if we’re as if we’re number one enemy in the world.”

[fictionalslvr]

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💤 Fluffy

🌀 Smut

🫐 Angst

☄️ Romance

🐾 AU or other roles

💠 Slice/Piece of life

👤 Dark or Horror

Leon Scott Kennedy:

Lesson🌀🐾

Leon is your shy new teacher, and that keeps messing with your mind, keeping you distracted from his classes. He immediately notices and call you on his office to deal with it. (Sub¡Leon)

Fight for🌀🐾💠

Your boyfriend was a hard man to deal with, he always come mad after his missions and don't give you enough attention, after a heated argument, all he wants is you on top of him. (Switch¡Leon)

Too much blood (Not smut) 🐾👤☄️

During a walk, you got lost in the woods, the only path led you to a unknown castle, that seems to be old and rusty enough to one lives there. Deciding to stay there until the sun comes up, you're suprised by a vampire that is curious about you.

Leon headcanons💤🌀☄️

On this, i bring some fluff and smut headcanons about RE2 Leon, just him being a cutie and having a crush on you. On the smut part, he will show another part of him that you "didn't" knew. (Sub¡Leon)

Birthday gift.🌀☄️

It's your birthday! And you decided to do a big birthday party to celebrate it. Unfortunately, you have a couple of old neighbor's who called the cops due to the noise, that's when a cute young cop appears on your door, and he seems...hesitant to do anything. (Sub¡COP¡Leon x chubby¡Reader)

Summer days🐾☄️

You deserved a rest from your work, and with a friend recomendation, you take your flight to Italy, on a coast village called Atrani. But the lodge you're staying has a son, and he's extremely adorable at your eyes. (Kinda smuty, but doesn't have p in v)

Fright Night🌀

Scared for slasher movies, all your boyfriend wants is to help you. And he does that by dressing up as Ghostface and fucking you. (Dom¡Leon)

Ferverish🐾💠

"After weeks of going to the gym with Leon, it became a casual and routined thing that both enjoyed. Until he realizes something in you changed. You made a nipple piercing." (Kinda smuty, but not p in v)

Frisson🌀💠☄️💤

Vendetta¡Leon is your husband for years now, and after noticing that he couldn't keep his shape from before, he gets insecure with his dad body. (Doesn't have p in v as well.)

The dark siren (Not smut)💤☄️

Leon was out of place, a goth club, that's where Claire dragged him to. And when everything is crumbling, he meets you...a goth pretty woman.

Leon as a dad! (Not smut)💤☄️💠

Ever wondered how Leon would be as a dad? Well, I'm sure he would be the bed one, even if his kid is a girl, he would certainly be the girl princess.

Vorfreude (Not smut)🫐

Leon hated you, but even more, hated himself. The pure anger growing because of his selfish mind. He was just jealous, jealous you were younger and prettier. But his chest couldn't help himself. Not on this case.

The cute barista.🌀💠

The cute barista keeps messing up your name in your orders, so you teach him how to say your name properly. In a very...intimate way.

Christmas is finally here!💤☄️

Spending the Christmas with your loved attentive boyfriend were everything you wanted.

You're his superior! 🌀💤☄️🐾

Just some short headcanons, made in a rush, to show you how much of a softie Re2 and Re4¡Leon would be to get the best praises out of you!

Leon's your sugar baby💤🐾

Some rambles about sugar baby Leon. (just a tiny bit suggestive) GN¡Reader

Leon as a malewife☄️💠💤

The roles are reversed, Leon is now taking care of the house while you're working and he would do a lot of things for you. GN¡Reader

Knight¡Leon and Princess Reader☄️🐾💤

The most common forbidden romance is here, the prohibited is exciting and keeps the hearts aching for each other.

⤻ PART 2

Akrasia🐾🌀

Leon is the most devoted young man you know, and what you always wanted, is to ruin him, turn him into a complete sinful mess. (Church boy, sub, just lewd thoughts of reader)

Forbidden Fruit ⤻ (part 2 of Akrasia)

You finally managed to ruin the perfect and innocent boy of the church, now, he's gone forever, the glist on his eyes are only towards you, in lust. (Churchboy sub¡Leon) part 2 of Akrasia

Attention🌀

Even if he knows that is wrong, Leon is craving you. He craves your body, your soul, your mind, you entirely. Even that you're his practical instructor, hired only to help him with the practical part of being a cop, he can't contain himself. (Sub¡Leon)

⤻ part 2 of this one too

The mystery of Monroe Lounge☄️🐾

One mystery is going on the bohemian part of Racoon City. No older cop wants to get into it. But Leon S. Kennedy, one rookie cop is sure he can solve it.

Simon 'Ghost' Riley:

Problem🌀

Your lieutenant seems to have something against you, making you do things when it's not your turn, or forcing you to do more push-ups than everyone. Mad about that, you give him a slap on the face, but doesn't seem like he complained. (Dom¡Ghost)

Save a ride.🌀🐾☄️

The life around your calm city suddenly turns up, and the danger is all around due to gangs nearby. Late at night, when you're out of your home, you meet a strange man that scared you at first, but it's a true gentlemen underneath that cowboy hat. (Dom¡Ghost)

Ruminate 🌀🐾

Simon is the man who's renting a ranch for your parents. And he gets completely crazy for you at the point he's stealing your panties without you knowing. (Pervy¡Ghost)

Lt. Requires a private room.💤☄️

The lieutenant hates going to the clinic. Mostly because you're the nurse that works there, and you're a rock on his shoes.

Comforting (angst) 🫐☄️💤

Ghost is your new neighbor, he's a big and strong man that made your heart flutter at the same instant. You wanted to get him better, you wanted to know more about that hard crust of a man who's actually hurt on the inside. After some cookies, you two grow more close and for the first time in years, he has someone to stay with on the Christmas.

part 2 of that mini series ⤻ final part

König:

Proudly 🌀

After entering the KORTAC, you immediately meet the colonel, König. He quickly got your attention by being mysterious always walking with a sniper hood in his head, hiding his face. And even if he won't say it, you got his attention too, and he will do anything to keep you close. (Just König jerking off and kinda somnophilia)

Drapetomania (not smut)👤🐾

The eerie figure of a berserker scares you out, but for him, is the opposite. He can only think about you with a single exchange of glances. (Yandere¡Viking/berserker König)