#wade's little kitty looks and is extremely dangerous

[mischievous-thunder]

Wade:🤏🏼🤌🏼

Logan: 😤😠😡🤬

[pcttrailsidereader]

Attitudes and Layers (Part 1)

It is early November and you are just leaving Stehekin with 88 miles remaining to finish your PCT thru-hike.  This is Dances with Lizards and Brr’s story as they make the final push north.  Winter is well underway in the high country of Washington’s Pasayten.  Dances’ journal captures the humor, the spirit, and the attitude necessary to complete the journey in these difficult circumstances.

This is a re-post from 2012.  I have been reading old posts as we scour our archives for stories for inclusion in a 10th Anniversary edition of The Pacific Crest Trailside Reader.

By Natalie ‘Dances with Lizards’ Fisher

88 miles to go.  We leave Stehekin with our pockets loaded with cinnamon rolls and sticky buns from the bakery that’s been closed since mid October (it’s good to have connections in high places). It’s hard to leave a warm house one more time.  We each have about ten days worth of food.  6 days of good stuff.  4 days of boring stuff.  Lots of layers.  Lots of attitude (Positive Mental Attitude, with a little bit of the other kind).  A whole village is now sending good thoughts our way, as well as the whole PCT community.  We aren’t just two people out for a walk to see what we can do anymore.  We’re being watched.  Bets are being made. People are being inspired.

Never thought we’d actually be the last two striving for the goal.  Running joke this whole season.  The last to Canada wins.

Leaving Stehekin. Brr finally weighed his pack for the first time the whole trip. 80 lbs. Probably always weighed that much.

‘Ready to go for a walk, Dances?’

‘Ready as I’ll ever be.’

We’re walking into a snowstorm, and we know it.  It’s going to be cold, but we want to try to get as far as we can while the hiking is easy.  Of course, with loaded down packs, I only make it a quarter mile before I break down and eat a sticky bun.

As promised, it starts to snow by late afternoon.  We make it partway up and out of the valley, cross creeks that are starting to freeze over, and make camp at a place called Hideaway.

74 miles to go.  Middle of the night. Wake up to a tent that’s too warm.  Realize we’re in a snowcave.  Nothing is venting anymore, and it’s all dripping on Brr’s poor down sleeping bag.  He eventually musters courage to go outside and uses a snowshoe to clear off the tent.  There’s at least 8 inches on the ground.  So much for the promised 3-5 inches.

While all this excitement is happening, I see a cinnamon roll sticking out of my jacket pocket.  We’ve recently had problems with mice, and the only thought in my sleepy head is: I don’t want the mouse to eat my cinnamon roll! Brr jumps back into the tent to find me mawing down on the sticky treat without a care for snow or anything else.

64.5 miles to go.  It’s a slow day to get up to Rainy Pass and beyond.  We make burritos and a hiker mocha at the pass, and consider how easy it would be just to hitch out to Bellingham and be warm.  Instead, we march on.  Past civilization.  On to camp above 6,000 ft and tuck in for another snowy night.

Surprised in the morning to hear voices as we’re packing up camp.  Flatlander and Bouncer arrive on scene.  Snowshoes on, GPS in hand.  Making one more attempt at the goal.

I have to admit there was some trepidation on our part at meeting them.  We had heard that Flatlander was going to try to meet up with us, we were glad he arrived with a hiking partner.

At this point in the game, joining up to hike with someone is no casual contract.  That’s for summer business.  Brr and I have been practicing in this kind of weather for the last month.  We’ve got a system down that works for us.  We know each other’s skills well.  As Brr puts it “She doesn’t freak out. Ever.”  On an expedition like this, the last week out is not the time to meet someone new and try to fit them into your system.  We were happy to say hello.  Short conversation.  Have to move to keep warm.

They continued.  We finished packing and followed their tracks up to the top of Cutthroat Pass (scary name, easy pass), where we sat down to have second breakfast and watched as two figures traversed the ridge and rounded the corner.  Then we watched in surprise as one figure, and then another, were coming speedily back across the ridge.

Huh?  We wondered with mild curiosity as we slowly packed up and continued on our way.  We chatted again as they passed us.  The ridge got steep and the snow was a bit icy around the corner.  Too much for them.  The fun stopped.

I have the utmost respect for Bouncer and Flatlander that they recognized when something was too much.  They knew when to call it.  That is an important skill.  One most people ignore.  I also respect that they didn’t try to turn us around.  In our heads we were wondering if they would be saying ‘these kids can’t make it, it’s dangerous… etc…’  But they didn’t.  They simply said it was too much for them, and wished us well. Thank you.

We continued on.

Traversed the ridge and made the steep descent in a couple feet of snow to Granite Pass.  Then across the next ridge.  The going was slow.  We didn’t have snowshoes on yet.  The snow was at the point where it really wouldn’t be any easier in snowshoes.  We’d posthole one way or another.  The trail following the contour on the ridge had perhaps six inches of snow.  Passable enough.

55 miles to go.  Setting up the tent. Exhausted.  Bummed that we couldn’t make it any further.  At this rate, we might not make our rendezvous.

There’s a crack.  We pause.  Stock still.  Assess the damage.  One of the tent poles broke.  Shattered on one end due to cold.  Nothing to do but wrap it with Tenacious tape, and hope it holds.

48 miles to go.  Get to the top of Glacier Pass.  Another steep ascent just ahead of us.  Time for another hiker mocha as the sun sets.  Bodies are complaining.  Nothing to do but tape what hurts, hope it holds, and don’t look again.  Pep talk to the body.  Come on, just need you to get me thru a few more days.

We begin the next ascent.  Switchbacks across a meadow.  Why couldn’t they put them in the trees?!  Wading across snow drifts at each turn.  Brr gets fed up.  We’re about four switchbacks from the top.  Pull out the GPS to double check our location.  We can just go straight up.  The trail stays on top of the mountain for a while.  We’ll hit it.

Switch to the microspikes.  Glorious microspikes.  Time for some mountain climbing.  Brr pulls out his ice axe, I put my trekking poles in my pack and use his very sturdy hiking sticks.  Up we go.

I climbed up a mountain on a starry night with microspikes and broomsticks.

I didn’t exactly like where I was.  It was icy, extremely steep, the alternative was no easier.  At that point, the only way to get out of a sketchy spot is to move.  One way or another, you have to move.  I chose to move up.

Up the mountain.

It was worth it.

Hit the top.  Absolutely stunning. Make another hot drink.

We are the only people out in this wilderness.  Two small people on top of a snow covered mountain gazing at the stars.  One of those nights where I felt like the stars were watching us.

I get this feeling that Mother Nature has finally decided we are worthy to pass.  That all the gods have us in their favor.  And they are watching.  It won’t be easy.  She will never let us off the hook, but she will let us pass.

All the stars gazing down at us.  Watching our progress as we finally donned our snowshoes and crossed the ridge to Grasshopper Pass and continued to traverse the next ridge.  Our slogan becomes ‘When in doubt, follow kitty.’  We know the right direction to go, can’t see the trail, but there are lynx or bobcat prints that seem to know where the trail goes. We follow.

No matter what else happens, I have this moment.  This moment in time.  This moment on top of a starry snow covered mountaintop.  Everything that has happened before, is worth it. Anything that happens after, doesn’t matter.

I have this.

This one’s for the memory books.

Editor’s Note:  Because of the length of Dances and Brr’s story, it was broken into two parts.  The remainder of their story will be posted on November 21, 2020.

[master-sass-blast]

Wet T-Shirt Contest

This was written and edited on Benadryl. Goob luck.

Summary: You beat the heat again --and get very wet in the process.

Rating: G. This is a wholesome fic. Basically no warnings.

Pairings: Piotr Rasputin x Reader.

Set after “Suck It.”

Taglist:   @marvel-is-perfection, @chromecutie, @super-darkcloudstudent, @girl-obsessed-with-things

You’re dying.

Well, okay, you’re not dying –but you’re suffering enough that you may as well be.

The heat wave is still marching on, scorching everything in its reach and making your life exceptionally miserable. It’s too hot to be outside most of the day –and forget flying, because you’re liable to get burnt.

Worse still, the weathermen were wrong about the rain; there hasn’t been so much as a wisp of a cloud in sight for days. The normally well-kept gardens that dot Xavier’s property are taking it on the chin as the landscapers and residents do their best to keep up with the sun’s oppressive reign.

Thus, you’ve been cooped inside, relegated to languishing indoors while the thermometers tick ever higher.

And you are bored out of your skull. There’s only so much drawing, sparring, TV watching, cooking, general mischief-ing, and fucking –yes, you even have your limits there—you can do before you start losing your mind.

But, just when you thought your brain was going to start leaking out your ears, relief presented itself in the opportunity of pranking your beloved boyfriend, Piotr (aka Colossus).

As it so happens, it’s been dry enough and hot enough that there’s an official fire risk warning. Fireworks have been banned by the local authorities (and even Wade is following it, which means it’s serious), the fire chiefs have advised avoiding grilling, and Russell and all other fire mutations have been on a strict “indoors only” restriction to avoid any sort of random incident.

And, as it also so happens, the wooded area at the back of Xavier’s property has a fair amount of brush in it. Very good for maintaining the natural hummus and the animals that live there, very bad for fire situations.

And, as it also (also) so happens, there’s a limited number of people that can handle being out in this kind of heat while clearing the brush –and one of them is your boyfriend.

Fortunately, for your steel sweetheart, his armor also leaves him relatively invulnerable to temperature spikes. His armor might get extremely cold or extremely hot –which presents various challenges and dangers to those around him—but he himself suffers no ill effects from the temperature shifts, including when he armors back down. Combined with the fact that his mutation includes having a lower dose of exhaustion chemicals running through his system while armored up, and there’s really only one candidate for the job.

He’d still opted for today, when the temperature index had lowered a little –not by much, albeit—to clear out the worst of the brush, which had given you time to prepare.

It hadn’t taken much to sell the more playful of the adult residents, the college students that summer at Xavier’s, and the permanent residents on the idea. Apparently, you’d all been going a little stir crazy.

The lot of you have prepared for the entire week. Water balloons. Getting the hoses set up. Squirt guns. Moving the sprinklers. Everything you could possibly need for a massive water fight, you have.

It’s basically a wet t-shirt contest, and your boyfriend is the primary target.

You stifle a giggle as you crouch behind a bush, alongside Ellie and Kitty. You’ve got a stash of squirt guns and a bucket of water balloons between the three of you, and you’re ready to wreak some serious havoc.

Piotr emerges from the tree line at the back of the property, already armored down and clad in a white t-shirt and a pair of gym shorts. He doesn’t look too much worse for wear, but he doesn’t look like he’s enjoying the heat, either.

“Alright, remember: I’m gonna get him first, and then you come out with everyone else once the sprinklers go off.”

“Totally,” Kitty says, bobbing along to whatever song is blasting through her earbuds at the moment.

You regard her for a moment, then turn to Ellie. “Okay, you remember.”

Ellie smirks and nods.

You grin back, grab a couple water balloons, then dart towards Piotr.

He sees you coming –you’re not trying to be stealthy either—then shouts when the first water balloon hits him square in the chest. He raises his hands, laughing as he tries to block your shots, but he’s kind of hard to miss.

He regards his now soaked shirt once you run out of balloons with a chuckle, then looks up at you with a mischievous grin. “Hug time.”

“No!” You squeal and try to turn, but between his stride and his long arms, he doesn’t have trouble catching you (not that you were really trying to escape in the first place). You squirm against his chest as he scoops you into his arms. “Babe! No!”

Piotr merely kisses your cheek. “Now we are both wet.”

“You always get me wet, baby,” you tease. You loop your arms around his neck and lean in to kiss him—

And then the sprinklers turn on.

He yelps and almost drops you when he gets hit square in the back with a jet of cold water. “D’ermo!”

Everyone else bursts out from their respective hiding place then, shrieking with delight, firing squirt guns, and pelting each other and you and Piotr with water balloons.

You laugh, grab a water balloon, and pelt Piotr straight upside the head.

He sputters and swipes at his face, then grins at you and gives chase again.

It’s nothing short of spectacular. There’s water everywhere. The entire yard devolves into complete chaos as everyone slips and skids all over the place. Water balloons sail through the air, littering the grass with neon colored bits of plastic after they burst. Squirt guns are fired and refilled –and a few tossed aside after they flat out refuse to work.

It’s amazing.

By the time the sprinklers shut off, you’re all soaked, panting, and feeling much better from having been cooped up all week.

Piotr starts picking up the worst of the water balloon remains and tossing them in one of the empty buckets while the others start migrating towards the house. “Did you plan this?”

“It started as a way to prank you,” you admit, not the least bit sheepish. “And then it turned into a good way to relieve some cabin fever, considering we’ve all been stuck inside with this heat wave going on.”

“Well, it was very good idea, myshka,” he says as he tries to wipe his hands dry on his shirt, then stops when he realizes his shirt is wetter than his hands. “Though I think I will need to change now.”

You cock your head to the side and admire the way his shirt, now basically see through, clings to his pecs and reveals the varying lines of his chiseled musculature. “I don’t know. I kind of like it this way.”

He smirks and lets his gaze flit over your body –which is when you realize your shirt is equally as wet, clinging to the curves of your waist like a second skin and showing off the lines of your bra in full detail. “I figured as much.”

“Well, duh.” You grin cheekily at him. “We should probably get dried off, though.” You hold your hand out to him. “Care to help me?”

He grins and scoops you into his arms, carrying you back to the house bridal-style. “It would be my sincerest pleasure, moya lyubov’.”

You giggle as you wind your arms around his neck, then lean in to kiss him.

[kurtty-drabbles]

The Darkholme

N/A: let´s start the year by giving love and respect for this ship. They deserve it.

@djinmer4 @dannybagpipesarecalling

1) comfort

Kurt Darkholme is hardly someone to be seen lazy around, no matter the situation, Nightcrawler is always up to fight whatever comes his way. In the new headquarters of the X-men, Nightcrawler is restless as giving pointless orders to the newbies(who in turn don´t dare to defy a man who is friend with sharks. Plural)

Ariel, for her part, has none of that and putting her hands on her waist. And unlike the others, has no fear to come closer of Darkholme, even if he is a bit cranky.

"Ok, Rockstar, stop right there" Ariel speaks being to close of the man. His scarlet eyes are boring into her doe eyes.

"I have to work, I don´t like to be idle" is his honest reply and the woman smiles tenderly at that. Putting a finger on his blue lips the woman speaks again "hey, sugar lips, you deserve to have a rest too. You aren´t doing anyone´s favour by working you out like that, and no, don´t look at me like that, it is an order, go take a rest, Kurt Darkholme"

"But..."

"No, but, go to your room, watch Meg, as I know you do, and get a good sleep. Please, you deserve it"

Kurt offers no resistance in this offer.

"Uhm, Meg is not a boring movie"

"We can watch together then if you want"

"I do"

2)Ghosts

Ariel aka Kitty Pryde is not a woman that fears many things, of course, that´s not saying she is immune to fear. No, she is human after all and all humans feel a hesitation, a dread that stomps on their fight or flight mode.

Kitty Pryde is afraid of ghosts now. Waking up in the dawn and looking at the kitchen window with a certain fear as maybe she is not adequate enough. Piotr´s disgusting voice rings in her mind and the woman hides her face in her hands. The man is dead. Dead and gone. Yet, the fear looms over her.

She may not be adequate enough for Kurt Darkholme.

"I can practically hear your thoughts" Kurt enters in the kitchen looking at her watery eyes. "No, you are not like her, but you didn´t consider one detail, I don´t want to date a clone of her, neither I want to resurrect the past, I want you because you are you. That´s more than enough to me"

"So romantic" she teased as tears drop from her eyes.

3)Pstd

Their house was running short on food and Ariel volunteers to do the grocery shopping. A mere task as Kurt Darkholme is not really good at buying food.

As she was in the queue to grab the fish, when out of nowhere, someone touches her back, and then the market change to the battlefield. She saw Apocalypse, saw Piotr and saw the countless death in front of her eyes and immediately let go of her shopping list to let her claws out.

When someone screams asking if she alright makes the woman go back to reality as Apocalypse and Piotr are gone and only Kitty has her weapon. The woman returns home.

"Was the market full?" Kurt Darkholme asked and Kitty shakes her head looking defeat. Kurt goes at her and lifts her chin gently. "Is ok, I get it, we can order pizza, ok?"

Ariel only nods as Kurt hugs her saying it is not her fault. It still happens to him.

4) Children

Evan Sabahnur is running along with the other kids as Wade is teaching them a new game and this time is something proper for kids. Rogue and the others X-men look at the kids playing freely and the biggest question weights on their shoulder.

As many mutants and humans are co-existing in peace, the numbers of children is a bit lower and in some countries, they are adopting extreme measures to remedy this situation.

"I heard that in some Europeans countries, polygamy is legal" Ariel speaks in hush tones to Kurt Darkholme with a smile on her face seeing the reaction of the man. "Should we have a harem?"

"Don´t joke with that, I´m too old for that" Kurt jokes and Kitty merely punches his arm lightly.

"Speaking of children...would want to have one?" Kurt asked not looking at her, instead of looking at the children. "I almost killed Evan, me and the team...did you know it was Wade who put sense into our heads?" Kurt chuckles a little at that.

"If you are thinking if that makes me think less of you, try again, I know it was a tough call and to be honest I did have some prejudices to overcome in regards, Evan, I hate Apocalypse, really do, but only know I´m realizing the boy is not his father" Her hand goes to his face, gentle, feeling his soft fur as she guides his scarlet eyes into her own.

"As for kids, I think you would make a good father as well. I think it is too soon to think about kids, but, if it has to happen, we can do it" Ariel replied tenderly as they kiss.

"Awww, aren´t you two cute together?" Wade speaks breaking the mood and Kurt ponders if he can behead Wade later.

5) visit

Kurt Darkholme often visits other universes. One of his favourites has to be where Waggoner lives. The genius boy and his robots are fascinating to watch(even if Darkholme himself don´t understand what the boy is trying to explain) and there´s a sense of relief in knowing there a version of him that does not know the hardship Darkholme faced. A version of him that is 100%heroic.

Darkholme ruffles Waggoner´s perfect tidy hair making the boy protest at this. The boy is a prodigy, an X-men but Darkholme often likes to remember the boy that he is still a boy. No need to grow up so fast.

Waggoner is in Darkholme´s dimension ready to help in the technology department as the X-men of this sector is not well versed in technology. Kurt Darkholme assures it was nothing dangerous.

("We have a computer and we can´t turn it on" "you speak just like an old man" "I´m an old man")

Ariel is passing by and can´t help by wanting to take a picture of the scene of Kurt Darkholme and Waggoner interacting. It is too cute. Waggoner noticed her and waves at her.

"Guten Tag, Mrs Darkholme" Waggoner speaks innocently enough and Ariel is blushing now looking at Kurt Darkholme who in his true asshole mode merely smiles at the situation. It is a good day for AoA X-men.

[kurtty-drabbles]

Fanart Drabble

N/A: EXTREMELY IMPORTANT!!! the art is not mine is from a friend of mine named niuniente, the artist gave me permission to use the fanart, I do not condone art thievery. Also, yes this is a rebuild aoa! universe. Cause I´m sick tired of death and horror for the X-men, and Kurt Darkholme deserves better(they all do)

@niuniente

Is not uncommon to see statues or decorations in the Higher Institute of learning of the X-men(Jean Grey was flattered that people wanted to name the re-inaugurated school as Jean Grey, but she thought it would be fitting rename as X-men) ever since its doors are widened open for mutants seeking refuge,  however,  one decoration outshines the others.

Not that the new school has a consistent design, but this one tops everything, a gargoyle with a deep scowl looking beneath the others( as any respectful gargoyle must do) with scarlet eyes only enhance the effect.

This gargoyle is blue, wearing an X-force uniform and have a spandex tail, that can´t match at the scow at his face, the angst, the frustration that this gargoyle feels every day can´t ever be matched.

" Oh, you are still here," asked a feminine voice daring to enter the gargoyle zone " enjoying the danger zone? Damn I should have brought music, Kenny G´s Danger Zone would do well now"

A woman with short curly hair, black pants and a white shirt(a jaded one) and trademark mischievous smile gracing her lips still dares to disturb the Gargoyle that is in his danger zone( angst zone)

" You and Wade really get along," the gargoyle said never lessen the scowl and the grumpy character. " Katzchen, I´m busy right now"

Katzchen just rolls her eyes and sits next to Kurt Darkholme, the gargoyle extraordinary.

"I can see it, you got to shame the others gargoyles, show how a true professional does the job," she said giggling at his grumpy face, and before Kurt could argue back, Kitty Pryde kisses his cheek, then his nose, his forehead, his chin and finally his lips.

"Katzchen, Can I be angst in peace?" he asked letting the grumpy mood dissolve a little.

"No, Kurt Darkholme, can´t do that, I´m a simple woman, I see you all angsty and broody I kiss you. Easy like that" she said resting her head on his shoulders and a ghost of a smile reach his lips(that now, taste like strawberry)

"So, what brings you here?" the question is softly made, Kurt Darkholme doesn´t feel like interacting with people today.

"There a costume party in a few weeks, and I was wondering if you want to go with me," she asked still on the same position. Kitty Pryde may be the only person who truly feels safe in the presence of a gargoyle(Kurt Darkholme)

"Uhm, Wade did mention something like that" replied Kurt and then he looks at the woman next to him " I don´t have a costume and I don´t promise that I won´t behead Wade if he annoys me"

"That´s fair, and as for the costume, I got it, we go matching, is that alright with you?"

"Sure, the sword goes too"

Skip to the party.

All the others X-men and the students are welcoming a change of peace, the party is a huge success so far and everyone is dressed up as something funny.

Kitty is dressed as Jasmine, the Disney Princess.

Kurt Darkholme is Alladin, the Disney Prince. Who, by the way, is carrying his sword and is not afraid of cutting Wade´s head if he so much dares to say anything about the outfit.

"Hey, thank you for agreeing to do this" Kitty said

"I like you, that why I agree to use this outfit," Kurt said in his cool way.

"Kurt, is ok to admit you like Disney, I know they own everything lately, but is ok to like classic Disney movies," she said and wink at him " don´t worry, that still enhance your gargoyle abilities"

"Good, and if you are hoping for a Disney song, forget it"

"Sure, sure, let´s just enjoy the night, Rock Star"