For this year’s big halloween party that i’m sure is hosted at like, avengers tower or whatever and all the marvel people go to it just go with me on this setup so i can get to the real joke here
so there’s a big fuckin halloween party in the marvel universe every year for all the heroes and despite common sense the x-men + xavier’s students are always invited and tHIS YEAR. THIS YEAR the students are like well we have to have the best group costume, so let’s all cosplay as the actual teachers/x-men and it’ll be great and this year we won’t light the hulk on fire. as much
so cut to halloween, day of, it’s like 5PM and they’ve rented a couple schoolbuses to get from scarsdale to manhattan and all the students are coming out in the halls and walking to the bus and they’re like oh did you… also pick headmistress frost? i uh- picked her i thought it would be funny and this keeps happening until they’re all lined up in front of the buses and it’s 45 fucking teenagers in various quality emma frost cosplays and emma is like. well, which one of you forgot to make a sign-up sheet for costumes
also i imagine emma does actually go around fixing lapels and smoothing wigs like well if you’re going to represent The Brand™ you’re not going to do it looking like a cheap imitation you’re going to do it Looking Like Emma Frost
one of them probably really impresses her and she’s like wearing a diamond bracelet and she’s like here. you get this. do you see children? excellence has rewards
anyway they all show up to the party with the adults in various costumes and then all the x-kids as emma frost, which is fun because all the young avengers accidentally dressed up as spider-man.
spider-man is also dressed as emma frost
a question: i’m working on a wip that has been sitting in my drive since last year, and it’s basically an au where bruce adopts the batkids but doesn’t tell them that he’s batman. this… doesn’t mean that they’re not aware of it. (they live under the same roof and the man is not as subtle as he thinks he is). i’m currently working on it as a oneshot but more headcanons keep popping up. should i turn this into a multichapter fic?
“Aren’t you getting a little too old for your nightly activities?” Jason drawls, stretching his legs under the table. Dick glares at him but his younger brother merely gives him a smirk. Tim gives the both of them dirty looks, hands still clutching his head. Looks like his headache isn’t going away anytime soon.
“I don’t think there’s an age limit to boxing.” Bruce grunts and closes the fridge with a carton of juice on one hand. He pours Damian a cup of the orange juice, ignoring the way Damian sinks lower in his chair and turns the music in his headphone louder. “And I’m not that old.”
Cass snickers as she butters her toast. Bruce shoots her a look.
“Yeah, but,” Jason says, dragging the last word out like whenever he wants to get away with something. Dick resists the urge to tear his hair out. Apparently hoping for one morning of peace before he has to go back to work is simply too much. “What’s the point of you learning self defense if you keep losing to Clark?”
Bruce’s eyebrows twitch. The bruise on his jaw from Batman’s fight with Bane – or, which Bruce claims is from golfing – has blossomed into a dark shade of purple. “For the last time, Jason. Clark and I go to the same gym. It doesn’t mean I train with him there.”
“I mean,” Jason says. “You can keep saying that, but it’s definitely not what he told me.”
Um, I am definitely all for a multi-chapter behemoth. But it is entirely your choice. I … just think that this sounds really entertaining.
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the only universal constant between all xmen fans is we would all die for ororo munroe
Many people know that Billy Kaplan/Wiccan and Tommy Shepherd/Speed are the reincarnated (pre-incarnated?) sons of Wanda Maximoff aka the Scartet Witch. What most people DON’T know is that originally, Wanda’s twins were going to be a pair of young men named Tobias and Malachi.
These two boys appeared during an Avengers story arc called The Crossing, The crossing featured time travel, and characters such as an adult Luna Maximoff from an alternate future and her younger brother Tuc appeared. Malachi and Tobias were supposed to be revealed as being Wanda’s lost twin sons, plucked from an earlier timeline by the bad guy and turned into his henchmen. However, this plot was dropped before making it to the page due to the entire The Crossing story being changed and retconned.
Since Malachi and Tobias used mostly physically fighting and futuristic weaponry, it is unknown exactly what their powers were. However, Tobias did posses solar eye beams like the Vision.
…also, since they were created during the 1990s, THEIR DESIGNS ARE KIND OF AWFUL
In the 1600s, French architect Thomas Gobert planned 12 churches whose forms spelled out the words LOVIS LE GRAND (Louis the Great). To make the churches look pleasing, each letter is doubled mirrorwise, for symmetry. If you stare enough the letters will appear, I promise.
The churches were dedicated to Louis XIV of France – Gobert was a bit of a flatterer! Sadly for Louis XIV, the churches were never built.
To all the fanfiction writers on my dash…
…or future fic writers (those who are working on something to post for the future OR working on in private) or those who have retired from fanfiction but have posted it in the past, thank you so much!
It doesn’t matter if the fic isn’t from the fandoms I don’t participate in or read, or if it’s pairings I don’t ship, or even if it’s gen fic and not shippy, thank you so much for your work!
You all have shared so much of yourself in your writing and we are blessed to have seen the work that has come from your heart. Even if you don’t think it’s your best work, or even if you don’t think it’s the best compared to others, you took the time to create this thing and share it to the world and for that you deserve all credit for making that time and courage to share it with us!
Even you authors who are working on things but haven’t posted them yet!
You have made the decision to post things that are coming from your heart in the future and I will tell you SOMEONE out there will appreciate all that hard work you have put in and appreciate what you have to write. Thank you for making that decision to take that step with us.And to you retired fic writers, thank you for sharing that work with us even if fic writing is not your speed anymore for whatever reason. Your works have been cherished by someone out there, even if that person is anonymous and did not comment, and you deserve to be acknowledged for letting us have the
privilege
to see that for however brief a time.
Just THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU!
All of you, keep doing what you love.
I don’t know all the reasons why I like dark things, and I don’t think I need to know them all, but… I was just looking at the blog of that person who said I “dehumanize and fetishize” gay men, and I saw that he was quite young (15) and his blog was all full of pastel colors and references to his mental illness and something dawned on me that I hadn’t thought about in a Tumblr context at all.
Part of my PTSD is about experiences I had in hospitals, and because of that one of my triggers is… not pastels, all by themselves, but like… have you ever stayed in a hospital as a kid? And everything is covered in soothing soft colors and all the nurses wear scrubs with like… cute animal drawings on them and everyone talks in a sing-song voice and reassures you things won’t hurt when they OBVIOUSLY will and you’d rather they tell the truth, accept that you have good reasons to be scared, and get it the hell overwith?
Yeah, I think I just figured out why those kids’ blogs give me a weird tingly feeling of creeping dread.
And I think I figured out, also, where my intense leeriness of “safe spaces” and trigger warnings comes from too–even though as a person with PTSD I’m supposed to want them.
It’s because in my experience, people who were trying to make me feel safe were LYING. They were lying because it was in their interest–in mine, too, but in theirs–for me to feel calm and soothed. For me not to feel despair, or anger, or blind screaming rage.
…Is it any wonder I like the stories where the people with the knives and the cruel smiles and the mind games are blatant about it? Or that I might want a few knives of my own, even though I have no desire to hurt anyone who isn’t going to get off on it?
I don’t want those kids to not need safety.
I want them to stop pretending safety looks the same for everyone.
Yes, this.
When people tell me “You’re safe,” I don’t think of Helpful Adult saving me from the monsters under the bed. I think of my teachers, saying the people who hurt me would never do such a thing, and I should stop lying because I was perfectly safe. I think of the people who used to hug me until my lungs wouldn’t fill and my ribs creaked, and got away without a whisper of a reprimand. Because they were pretty and soft, and I was cold and harsh.
That’s not safe, to me. That’s the most dangerous place in the world, because the people who live there will do anything- anything at all- if it means they don’t have to acknowledge how nasty their walled garden has really gotten. Because if I defend myself, they can’t pretend anymore. And they sure as hell won’t defend me.
THIS.
I have experienced a lot of passive-aggressive emotional abuse in my life and let me tell you – my abusers had a vested interest in keeping me calm.
Upset means resistance. Upset means that they have to face the damage they’ve caused. Upset means that you may finally realize that you should leave. Upset means that you might just get up and leave. So they soothe you. They make you doubt the validity of your feelings. They make you feel guilty for getting upset. They make you think that the issue was your fault in the first place. They make you feel like getting upset is pointless. They make you feel like you have wronged them and yourself by being unhappy.
You do not have to let yourself be soothed. You do not have to let them take the fight out of you. If you do not feel safe; you do not have to feel guilty for getting yourself out. You do not have to feel guilty for being upset when someone has wronged you. You do not have to feel guilty for seeking your own brand of safety.
This is the most poignant description of what it actually feels like to be helpless in an institution that I’ve ever read.
It’s a special kind of violence to be hurt and to be told that it’s kindness. It’s intensely intimate and perverted. Succumbing to it is… spiritually destructive in a way that I have a hard time putting to words. Just… in my safe space I’m always fighting because as long as I continue to struggle that very special form of violence can’t take hold of me and I’ll be okay.
Like… when I get triggered about some of these experiences I’ll even have fantasies about dying while resisting. I mean… I don’t want to go into details because super triggering but… just think about that for a moment.
“It’s a special kind of violence to be hurt and to be told that it’s kindness. It’s intensely intimate and perverted.”
My experiences are not exactly the same as yours, but this, yes.
This is why I have such intense reactions to unkind SJ, whether it’s “sit down, shut up, and listen” (gee, what might that resemble?) or “representation means heroes with no serious flaws.”
Because that particular “shh, shh, shh, if we pretend utopia is already here, it soon will be” lie has hurt me EVERY TIME I’ve heard it.
I’m learning now that the roots of a lot of my trauma was this exact “your life is perfect, you’re not allowed to feel anything other than happiness, you’re ungrateful,” yelling more if I cried, any inkling of talking back or standing up for myself was met with twice the punishment, etc
So while it’s understandable that those in a dark place seek softness and gentle color, and there’s nothing wrong with that, those of us forced into it seek the grime as a form of truth and expression that wasn’t allowed for us, or a fictional playground of violence and anger where we can actually scream our frustrations onto a canvas.
And telling people that they should ditch such exploration for holy goodness is just another form of telling us our anger shouldn’t exist
Boom.
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