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Can someone pls get me a Wolverine and the XMen fanfic??? I just- Kurt Wagner-! Let him save me from Genosha?? Maybe an abusive situation??? Idfk! I’m looking but I can’t find anything and I just don’t wanna write-

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Your mouse art is adorable! Mariella's so cute, specifically in a way that reminds me of Hilda by Duane Bryers. Cute, curvy, and unapologetically living their lives to the happiest! <3

Aw yeah I miss when she was doing rounds on tumblr! Here's a little homage to one of the pieces here

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My opinions on ai

It’s okay to chat with AI if you’re lonely.

It’s not okay to use it in creative endeavors.

It’s not okay to use it in marketing.

It’s not okay to use it in music or art.

It’s not okay to use it to deep fake.

Tread with the knowledge of the harm it dose to the planet.

Understand the communities you are impacting thanks to your use.

Realize the dissonance you feel before, after, and during its use.

Realize then how much better you are without it.

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I'll miss you.

Your sweet tea kisses and eyes like the summer sky, vast and warm with breaks of cold. Enough to soothe my beating heart to the point where I cycle through you again to feel that anguish I cant help but he addicted to.

Rouge, I don’t know what to do. The best thing to do is wait. If you really wanted to, you’d come back to me, which I hope and pray for. But im a man that knows the power of self… the power of choice. And you know that this man is nothing less than a sinner. We've known that for a long time.

You have the choice without me begging like the dog I am. And before you say its just as much as its mine as it is yours- we both know that's a load of horse shit.

Rouge, I'll love you from now until the sun explodes- regardless of what you want us to be. I'll always be your cajin.

I love you,

Gambit

It wasn't the mortician who found the charred note in his breast pocket. Although Marie held the corpse of her magled lover in her arms, she didn't find it either. No, that was Kurt's burden to bear. He didn't need to read it all before he realized who it was for, but by then it was too late. Tears threatened to mingle with dried blood and soot. It took all his will to pocket the thing rather than hold it to his head and spout god's many names.

He couldn't give it to her in person. Try as he might, he just couldn't. Rather, he left it under her pillow when she was transported to the infirmary. Marie never needs more fuel for her fiery passion

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6/6/25

Sighing into a smile only feels right when greeting an old friend. Especially one that hasn't been on the mind for years on end. Yet it's always a treat to hear from them even when you don't deserve it.

Daydreaming has allowed me to drift to a time I don't know how to feel for. In the hallows of a salmon pink bedroom, in a house with walls too thin to hide from the shouts of parents or rebellious teenagers, I was at my desk, once again doing homework, awaiting for company in the staleness of my shared room. The walls would shift from warm pink to cool blue with every blink. Modern and contemporary were easily confused with each other. Yet I paid them no mind as dissociation is an old friend. "It's been a long time, buddy!" A speaker of a voice makes me smile as I close my eyes. Although he's not there, I allow myself to accept the phantom of a touch I know is from a ghost I've never mourned.

"Hey, Tim."

While the implication of movement traces up my hand, struggling at my shoulder, only to nestle in my neck, I allow another sigh as the pitter-patter of rain draws me into the now. Practiced beats on a keyboard grounds m,e even though the soft snores of a cardboard box levy the thought of joining him in memorial peace. Yet I'm not 13 anymore. I'm 21, and I have work to do.

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POV: Kurt has tea with Wanda

More tea leaf divination knowledge. Take notes.

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One of those nights

"Lebling...." He sighs from his spot on the bed. Once lavishing in the land of sleep, now borderline bruting at the reality he's awoken to. "Lebling, we'll find it in the morning, get back to bed." She, his partner of three years, only huffs from her place on the floor. She dropped her phone, she knew she did, she heard it! So it had to be under the bed.

She would have found it an hour ago if it weren't for the lack of flashlights in the house. "I was on the last chapter!"

"Lebling-" He groaned. "They were about to confess!"

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Tony: *sneeze*

Clint, in the vent: bless you

Tony: god ??

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Talk of the Ton

Pt 1

Warnings on the nature of this series are tagged in part 1. Read at your own discretion.

"You don't walk as freely as you used to." It's a whisper in an otherwise silent hallway. Not even the servants are up this late to heed her majesty's requests. Perhaps that's for the better.

"Freedom comes with a price, I guess." The princess mutters as she gazes out the window. Her lady in waiting, and dearest cousin, follows her step to the particular sight. "The palace gardens look wonderful at this time of year." It's a conversation her majesty has heard too many times, yet it never fails to make her smile. Except for tonight. Not even a sigh is given towards the remark as the princess sits on the sill. Her lady follows in her stead, sitting across from her. "Cousin," She breathes. "Cousin," She responds in a more tired tone. "I miss them." She admits. Exhaustion seeps from her soul. Her cousin sighs and closes her eyes. "Me too." Her temple meets the pane of the window. She sees herself in its reflection. Although obscured by the scenery, her face takes precedence. The bags under her eyes are more defined since the funeral. What light within them has dimmed as well. Her gaze meets her cousin, the lone heir to a country struggling to find itself, just as she is.

All she can do is take her hand. The princess squeezes it. Her only family squeezes it back.

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This is how I see Dani's mutant power basically

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wish

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Zurücksetzen des Systems

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Wenn ich meine Augen schließe, kommen sie mir in den Sinn. Ob es ihre leuchtenden Augen an den dunkelsten Tagen sind oder das Licht ihres Lachens, das meine Seele besser erleuchtet als das Licht des Himmels.

Herr, vergib mir für meine Unachtsamkeit. Welch ein Segen ist es doch, die Vision eines deiner Engel zu erhalten. Trotz der Versuchung, die mich auf den einfachsten Wegen der Kommunikation außer Rand und Band bringt. Sie haben keine Ahnung von dem Elend, das in meiner Seele wohnt.

Die Erde bebt unter ihren Schritten, ganz zu schweigen von ihrem Wesen. Dieses Lachen klingt bis zum Himmel, selbst wenn es in den abgelegensten Räumen geflüstert wird.

Herr, hilf mir.

Jeden Tag kehre ich zu dir zurück und flehe dich um Vergebung an, die ich nicht verdiene. Ich weiß, dass diese flüchtigen Gedanken nur meine Schuld sind, aber ich bitte dich, Herr, höre auf, denn ich bin nur ein Mensch.

Mögen die Schauer, die mir den Rücken hinunterlaufen, mit dem Gedanken an ihre Hand, die auf meinen Rücken gleitet, verschwinden. Lass die Gespenster des Wimmerns und Winselns in meinem Hinterkopf in die Tiefen deiner Vergebung bluten. Lass die Hymnen deiner Liebe genug sein, auch wenn ich sie nicht verdiene, geschweige denn ihre.

Als Eva von der Frucht aß, fand sie Adam ekelhaft in der Position, über die er verfügte, oder schön in dem Wissen, dass der Herr ihn dazu gemacht hatte? Oder war es, weil er der Einzige war? Wahrlich, er war der Einzige, der den Fluch, den sie teilten, verstand, auch wenn er deinen Plan nicht begreifen konnte.

Herr, was hast du mit mir gemacht?

English Translation!

When I close my eyes, they come to mind. Whether it be their vibrant eyes on the darkest of days or the light of their laughter illuminating my soul better than heaven's light.

Lord, forgive me for my indecency. The blessing you have given in receiving the vision of one of your angels, indeed. Despite the temptation that leaves me beside myself, in the most straightforward ways of communication. They have no idea of the destitution that resides in my soul.

The earth shakes in their stride, let alone their being. That laughter rings to the high heavens even when whispered in the more secluded of spaces.

Lord, help me.

Every day, I crawl back to you, begging for forgiveness I don't deserve. I know these passing thoughts are no one's fault but mine, but, I beg of you lord, cease for I am just a man.

May the shivers down my spine fade with the thought of her hand gliding down to the small of my back. Let the ghosts of whimpers and whines in the back of my mind bleed into the depths of your forgiveness. Let the hymns of your love be enough, even though I am not deserving of it; let alone hers.

When Eve ate the fruit, did she find Adam disgusted in the position he had over or handsome in the knowledge that the lord made him so? Or is it because he was the only one? Truly, the only one who understood the curse they shared, even though he could not grasp your design.

Lord, what have you done to me?

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Just opened up my YouTube studio to look at my videos and I saw this "inspiration" tab and wtf is this?? Are we seriously AI generating video essay topics, thumbnails, scripts, and talking points? Like what do you mean Gumshoe's secret passion for knitting

WHO ARE YOU PEOPLE

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in the middle of a severe thunderstorm tornado warning and the neighbor is playing their goddamn clarinet

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EVERYONE(!) I’m blazing this post because at this pace we might barely hit 1,000,000 signatures—or just fall short. PLEASE reblog this post, no matter where you are from, so we can reach as many EU citizens as possible and end this horrible practice!

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Well shit, the Republicans brought a certain anti-online porn bill back to the table.

The Interstate Obscenity Definition Act.

This should alarm you guys.

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