#Kurt D can be a dick sometimes

[lycanlupins]

NSFW ALPHABET - Kurt Wagner/Nightcrawler

Yeah, warning for NSFW topics!! I want to talk about this guy again 🤭

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex):

Very affectionate, he’d be the type to give you water and reassuring words. But also he’d want the same in return.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s):

He loves his tail, no doubt about it. He knows it can wrap around his partners neck to squeeze or slide up their leg, maybe into some small, tight spaces that would make them come undone.

On his partner he loves eyes, he loves watching them as they reach their climax, the pure bliss and love in their eyes.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically):

He likes to cum inside his partner, theres no use wasting cum and he enjoys feeling connected in that way. Plus he’s not one for a mess and maybe he’ll clean them up afterwards.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs):

He likes to sneak into his partners room while they sleep or even when they’re gone to get off to the sight of them…or even just their underwear.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?):

He knows what to do, he may have been a priest but he wasn’t always one. He’s been with a few people in his life and none of them had any complaints.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying):

Missionary, hands down. He likes the intimacy of it all.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.):

He takes it VERY serious, its a moment for he and his partner to be together intimately, vulnerably, and he treats it with the utmost respect.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.):

Well…he’s furry. He really doesn’t shave, but he doesn’t have to keep it shaved or anything, his hair doesn’t get unruly. His happy trail is just a little longer and a little darker than the rest of his fur but its still just as soft.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect):

He’s so intimate, he wants to make sure his partner feels loved and needs the same in return. For him, sex isn’t just for pleasure or creating life, its an exchange of emotions between two people in love.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon):

He sometimes gets off but mostly he wants to be with his partner. He’d much rather feel their hand or mouth around him than his own, but when he can’t he’ll get the job done no problem.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks):

Religion Kink 100%

Breeding Kink

Watersports (man is German, he had to have a lil freaky in him)

Praise Kink (receiving and giving)

Corruption Kink (receiving and giving)

L = Location (favorite places to do the do):

His room or his partners room, he’s much too shy to be caught anywhere else.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going):

Any time his partner gives him praise it goes straight to his dick. He has to excuse himself, and sometimes his partner, to take care of it immediately.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs):

He’d never hurt his partner, EVER.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.):

Giving 100% he knows his tongue is skilled and he puts it to use.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.):

He’s slow and loving with his movements. He wants to make sure his partner is enjoying every last second with him.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.):

He’s not a fan of quickies but sometimes it helps clear his mind before a mission so he’ll take his partner to the closest room for a quick fuck.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.):

The only risk he’d take is maybe transporting the both of you somewhere like the danger room or the jet for some risky voyeuristic fun.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?):

He’s got decent stamina, not too crazy but the more his partner praises the longer he can last.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?):

He doesn’t personally own toys but he wouldn’t be against using them on his partner if they were to ask.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease):

He can be a bit of a tease, he likes to slide his tail against his partners leg/thigh under the table sometimes to get them riled up.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.):

Surprisingly he’s LOUD. He also loves using German dirty talk and pet names to make his partner blush. He makes cute purring sounds when he’s on the receiving end of pleasure too.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character):

He kept a pair of his partners underwear for when he’s on long missions so he could use it to get himself off.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes):

7.5 inches, nice thickness and a pretty prominent vein on the side starting halfway up his shaft. Its (obviously) blue, but not furry, and its got a darker blue tip. It leans a little to the left and curves slightly upward as well.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?):

He has a surprisingly high sex drive but he can keep it under control. He yearns for his partner 24/7 though and if he had his way he’d keep them with him so he could keep his dirty thoughts under control.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards):

Until his partner is fully comfortable and cleaned up he won’t sleep. He’ll make sure they’re all squared away before he curls in next to them and falls asleep on their chest.

[i-think-that-i-would-die]

reintroduction thing because my first one makes me recoil with cringe <3

hi my names kayle (pronounced kale). i use she/they pronouns. i like to write and i have a crippling obsession with musicals and bands (mostly 90s and bands from the grunge scene). i post works on ao3 and i also have a pinterest where i post sometimes.

kaycherry

https://www.pinterest.com/enashinonomemybeloved/

i will accept requests for fics if you for some reason like my work. ill write anything, however negative topics (such as incest and non-con) will be portrayed in the light it should (aka: im not romanticizing that shit).

uh favorite things ig:

bands: alice in chains, hole, nirvana, pearl jam, metallica, weezer, dazey and the scouts, the oozes, the jimi hendrix experience (and jimi hendrix in general), babes in toyland, bikini kill, le tigre, foo fighters (dad rock >>>>), deftones, paramore, my chemical romance, the smashing pumpkins, soundgarden, theres more but ill run out of room

songs: nutshell - alice in chains, why go - pearl jam, either double dare ya, carnival, or rebel girl - bikini kill, either (i dont think im allowed to write the name of in utero track three on tumblr) or floyd the barber - nirvana, either petals, teenage whore, or drown soda - hole, el scorcho - weezer, dolphin's cry - live, can't catch me now - olivia rodrigo (im a sucker for the songs in the hunger games movies' soundtracks [ESPECIALLY THE BALLAD OF SONGBIRDS AND SNAKES UGHHE]), either february stars or cheer up, boys (your makeup is running) - foo fighters, bullet with butterfly wings - the smashing pumpkins, either mono, skinny little bitch (im pretty sure nobody's daughter doesn't count as hole and it's more of courtney's solo work), or i'll do anything - courtney love (courtneys solo work is so good <3), beans - kurt cobain, institutionalized - suicidal tendencies (all i wanted was a pepsi. just one pepsi. and she wouldn't give it to me), and im gonna run out of room again yippie'and im gonna run out of room again yippie (why the fuck is this on here twice)

misc musicians ig: will wood, mitski, kurt cobain (solo work), courtney love (solo work), wowaka, sabrina carpenter, carrie underwood, i listen to too much goddamn music i cant even remember half of the people i listen to 💀

musicals: heathers (both the off-broadway and west end), the outsiders (i wanna see it so bad but im broke), the trail to oregon, ride the cyclone, and be more chill (watching it isnt enough i NEED the book)

movies: the aforementioned heathers and the outsiders, but im a cheerleader, the hunger games (i havent finished any movie past the first one), the perks of being a wallflower, uh thats it

shows: the middle, reba, and bobs burgers. those are literally the only shows i still like other than a couple of episodes of murder, she wrote

books: the outsiders (i fucking love the outsiders), the giver quartet, the lunar chronicles, the hunger games (sunrise on the reaping comes out like two weeks before my birthday, yippie :D), a good girls guide to murder, 1984, animal farm, fahrenheit 451, brave new world (i love dystopias so much), the divergent series (not allegiant. tris was so insufferable in allegiant. i hate it so much. allegiant can go choke on a dick.), the inheritance games, heartstopper, solitaire (actually most of the books of the osemanverse.), the small portion of that one nancy drew book i read, theres way more but im gonna run out of room

thats ig

oh, and if it isnt obvious by my other posts and reblogs:

Free Palestine

Free Congo

Free Sudan

And

Save Ukraine

[kurtty-drabbles]

“How could you be so heartless?” (AoA)

@djinmer4 @dannybagpipesarecalling @bamfoftheundead @discordsworldN/A: Ariel caught word that Kurt D was a dick to Kitty and does not like that.

A collaboration with a different reality is not something Ariel ever foresee in her plans and back up plans, however, here is she in the universe 616 (one certain Herald gave the number to Ariel and it was a blessing that Kurt Darkholme was not here to see a woman with fleming hair speaking about the Outer God of creation "if that universe is 616, what is mine?" "9000 something" "...ok") talking with a very much alive Jean Grey and very much not evil.

The introductions are very awkward as she straight of the bat told she murder the Jean of her dimension as she wanted to be the next Apocalypse. 616! Jean is not ok with any of that information, and in hindsight, Ariel could have handled that better.

(It was a knee jerk reaction to see Jean Grey)

And turns out there´s another version of herself here as well (it is comforting as is odd) and both are talking about the mission. A lunatic that escape from their dimensional prison is causing havoc here.

"I see, when Kurt Darkholme was here he did mention it was possible for more criminals to come here as Blop was part of an...evil gang," Ariel said a bit unsure as she has a hard time thinking of Blop and this criminal as evil buddies.

"Yes, Kurt Darkholme did say that...he also speaks fondly of you" Kitty speaks a bit bitter and Ariel almost teased asking if she is jealousy when she noticed the expression.

"Has he did anything inappropriate? His Bavaria taught him a very crude sense of humour"

"Nothing of sort, he just..." Kitty sighs and then confessed what Kurt Darkholme did and the lack of apologie on his part. Ariel is not happy with that.

While Jean and Scott are dealing with the school when they witness Ariel dragging Kurt Darkholme by his elfic ears until Kitty Pryde is present.

"Rockstar, don´t you have anything to say to Kitty?"

"I own you an apology, I´m sorry for acting like a jerk with you"

Kitty is not happy that Kurt Darkholme had to be forced to apologise but accept the apology anyway. Kitty can say she likes Ariel (Jean can´t say the same as she has a constant fear that Ariel will murder her in her sleep)

[owl-house-incorrectly]

Welcome to part two of hexplaining Heathers the Musical in detail. New Scene at the funeral of the football dicks, Ram’s dad talks about how he wants to build a world where gay boys don’t kill themselves, but Kurt’s dad isn’t receptive until the first brings up the time the two of the hooked up [I Love My Dead Gay Son]. This was not what JD and Veronica expected, and JD tries to paint it as meaning they did the right thing, going as far as to say that Veronica subconsciously knew what she was doing and wanted them to die. Here, he says that he saw his mother’s suicide as it happened. Veronica tries to convince JD to stop the murder and just have a life with her, as seventeen year olds [Seventeen]. But then Martha tells Veronica she thinks Kurt and Ram were murdered. Veronica, urged by Heather C’s ghost and needing to protect herself and JD, tells her that she forged the note and the entire school were laughing at Martha’s reaction. New Scene, Ms Fleming is back and trying to do a televised therapy session with the school [Shine A Light]. When she urges the kids to tell the cameras bad thoughts they sometimes think, Heather M reveals she’s suicidal. Fleming forces her to tell everyone watching the “therapy session” at home about her feelings, while Heather D tries to stop her and Fleming stops Veronica from helping Heather M. Heather M talks about her suicidal thoughs [Lifeboat], then runs off. Veronica yells at Fleming about how she took advantage of the “suicides” and Heather M’s sensitive predicament. Meanwhile, Heather M is trying to kill herself with pills while Heather D kicks her out of the Heather clique, but Veronica stops her from swallowing just in time. JD tries to convince Veronica to kill Heather D, but Veronica breaks up with him. New Scene, JD convinces Heather D to take a petition around school and get people to sign it, blackmailing her with images of young her and Martha playing together. She brushes them off, saying that no one cares about Martha. Martha, overhearing this, sings about her old relationship with Ram [Kindergarten Boyfriend] and jumps off a bridge in an attempted suicide. Veronica finds out and rushes to her hospital bed, apologising to her comatose friend. Heather C’s and the footballers’ ghosts tell her that Martha’s nearly dead and Veronica has earned Heather’s red scrunchie, to join them in Hell. Veronica runs home, where her parents say that JD stopped by and told them Veronica wanted to kill herself. The ghosts remark on how JD knows Veronica’s handwriting exactly, and point out that he’s in her house. Veronica runs upstairs to find him climbing into her room [Yo Girl]. Veronica hides in the closet while JD talks about how he tricked the school into signing a petition that served as a mass suicide note. He says he’s going to blow up the school during that night’s pep rally because he thinks highschool’s the reason Veronica broke up with him, but when he opens the closet door Veronica’s hanged herself [Meant To Be Yours]. Veronica, however, is not dead, and undoes her noose when JD leaves. Knowing his plan, she rushes to the school, where she finds out JD told everyone she killed herself. She heads down to the boiler room, where JD is setting up a bomb. They fight and Veronica accidentally shoots JD [Dead Girl Walking Reprise]. With JD dead, the only way Veronica can stop the bomb from harming the school is to take it out to the sport’s field and cover it with her body, that way only she dies. But JD (who’s not dead somehow) offers to do it instead. He bids farewell to Veronica, who he still loves, and blows up [I Am Damaged]. Veronica returns to school after the pep rally and tells everyone that she’s the new sheriff, kissing Heather D and taking the red scrunchie in the process. She tells everyone that the fighting’s over and invites Martha (wheelchair-bound) and the remaining Heathers to just be kids while they still can be. [Seventeen Reprise]. End of Act Two. This takes up two pages on Google Docs, told you I’m a fangirl.

Wow, this musical? got even darker. Thanks for the explanation!

[slashingdisneypasta]

Ram Sweeney x Reader || Headcanons

Topic: Dating HC's

Notes:

*Sigh*... I write regularly write for creeps like Freddy Krueger and Offenderman... and am one of the few tumblrs that write for Sheriff Hoyt romantically... and yet Kurt and Ram are my real guilty pleasure characters.

Anyway I hope someone other then me wanted this XDD I'm gonna do a Kurt one too.

Warnings: Some NSFW but not explicit.

Your song: The Way I Loved You (Taylor Swift)

He respects my space and never makes me wait

And he calls exactly when he says he will

He's close to my mother, talks business with my father

He's charming and endearing and I'm comfortable

...

But I miss screaming and fighting and kissing in the rain

And it's 2:00 a.m. and I'm cursing your name

So in love that you act insane

And that's the way I loved you

Breakin' down and coming undone

It's a roller coaster kinda rush

And I never knew I could feel that much

And that's the way I loved you

You two as a TV/Movie/Book couple: Bianca Piper and Wesley Rush (The DUFF)

Having the kind of relationship that no one else understands at all. Like, you have nothing in commen except commen history and your feelings for each other (Which are, on the other hand, totally clear to everyone) but when you're together you're always laughing and being affectionate.

Being in an on and off relationship throughout middle school and highschool- but never and I repeat; Never, is anyone permitted to mess with you at all. Because Ram always considers you his, even when you arent together.

So yeah, you always have 2 (Ram, and Kurt) large football star bodyguards at your disposal.

Being very playful together.

SOOOOoooooo much PDA. Including: Making out in the hallways and at school events like football games (You dont care who sees), sitting in his lap or at least squished close to his side at lunch, him throwing you over his shoulder to carry you places, him giving you piggy back rides, him picking you up and twirling you around, him just standing behind you with his arms around your waist and his chin rested on your shoulder when he's bored (With everything but you), his arm being over your shoulders as you walk together, you wiping peanut butter on his nose to get a rise out of him and then running away so he'll chase you, you peppering his face with kisses to make him laugh, etc.

Having a turbulent relationship. Because while, when all is well you two are like peanut butter and jelly and seem like the perfect highschool sweethearts, when you arent it's because Ram has gotten really jealous over something and called you a terrible name (Skank, whore, slut, bitch- any of those) or you understandably got irritated by his bullying and/or being a perverted, sexist asshole and you have huge, blow out fights in the middle of school and by the end of the period the whole student body knows about it.

You give him the silent treatment and the cold shoulder after those (If you didnt break up, that is) and he sends Kurt to give you messages.

When you make up its because he sincerely apologises although he doesn't 100% understand what he did wrong which becomes part of the next fight.

As you've been together so very long, he is basically part of your fucking family. He's so familiar and casual with your parent/s and/or sibling/s. They love him so much that, whether you're with him at the time or not, they allow him into the house and your bedroom with a cup of tea and snacks. (Its the 'American dream' popular-boy / football-star thing.)

So yeah, sometimes when you're mad at him or he wants to get back together (Which generally you want to do, to. You honestly have the same biological timer. Its like, 3 weeks pass by of being broken up and then ding ding ding! You both get the feelings its time to get back together and start sharing grins in the hallway and talking to your friends about eachother) you'll just find him waiting for you in your room when you come home.

Hanging out a looooooot with Kurt. Movie nights at your place, hanging out at the mall together on weekends sneaking out to see them at the football field at night time, etc. When you're sad, they'll both turn up wherever you are to cheer you up, too! Goofballs.

This does not mean there arent times where Ram shoo's Kurt off, though, when you two want some alone time together (*Eyebrow wiggles*) because of course. I'm just saying, you're a close-knit group.

When you are alone together, not much changes from when you're around others honestly XD You're still just as playful and affectionate. You just, you know, also have sex.

When he's down, you rusk your graceful image and climb through his bedroom window to be there with him. You dont fuck, you dont even really kiss. You just climb into bed with him and he'll tuck you under his chin and close his eyes. Legit old married couple. And you two sleep- by morning, he usually feels better and refuses to let you get out of bed with him.

"Five more minutessssss, babe!" He whines, holding you against him and pressing kisses to your head. You know he'll just say that again in 5 minutes time- and over, and over, and over again.

"Oh- no. I've been caught in this trap before Ram. We have school, so we have to get up. Come on!" You push firmly at his stomach (or abs) with your fists; not that that does much as he just just groans or gathers your little wrists in one big fist to stop you (Either way he certainly doesn't even flinch). His eyes are still closed. You sigh.

Now you have two choices, you can either give in and snuggle back into him for the rest of the morning, or threaten to send an attack towards his groin and he'll literally fling himself outta bed. Like "OH LOOK AT THE TIME- Kurt's gonna be waiting for us outside. Lets go!"

There are also mornings that you wake up with him (No sad Ram the night before necessary) and are all too happy to stay there with him. You just adorably nod into his chest, eyes still closed and making the cutest half-asleep morning sound when he asks if you wanna stay here a bit longer and he happily pulls the blanket over both your heads; shielding you both from the real world for a while.

OKAY MOVING ON FROM THAT FLUFFINESS.

You are also the only person who has any sort of control over him and Kurt. Like you can take them down a few pegs with just a look.

You two do date other people when you're broken up but its clear to anyone watching that these are just nice place holders for eachother. Neither of you are ever as happy with others as you are with eachother. You're ridiculously in love, actually.

Ypu were the first one to say I Love You, and he immediately called Kurt for guidance XD

Places you've had sex (Because it is always the full monty with Ram): Both your bedrooms so so so many times, the school bathrooms, his car, Kurts car (Kurt was NOT pleased.), the back of the football field, under the bleachers during a game or pep rally (he was benched for being too violent) + under the bleachers during practise + under the bleachers when the football field is deserted, the back of the school, the faculty parking lot at school, Kurts and Heather Chandler's houses (Parties. Basically a Westerburg High party is not complete without Y/N L/N and Ram Sweeney breaking in someones bed), his parent's car, the woods, cow pasture (a picnic blanket was used), and finally some mall changing rooms.

You leave him messages on his answering machine. He listens to every one of them (Which means something because he doesnt listen to anyone elses, unless he's gotta get through them to get to yours).

Him being SUCH a jealous asshole (With everyone except Kurt).

HIM STANDING UP TO THE HEATHERS FOR YOU.

#PromKingAndQueen

Having Kurt "Smartest guy on the football team," Kelly be your (Occasionally, live in- yes, he has slept over with the two of you on the floor so he could break up fights) couples councellor. Often his advice is 'fuck it out' but he also comes up with oddly wise shit sometimes. Mostly he's just very exasperated though. Like, its obvious you two are gonna end up together- stop bothering me with this shit. Let me get some pussy for myself guys please-

You two getting a bit frisky on movie nights with Kurt and he throws stuff at you. He just starts bringing a pool noodle (That he drew an angry face onto) along with him and hitting y'all with it whenever he feels its necessary. Cuz I mean, on one hand, of course he's happy for his bro Ram that he's getting his dick wet, but on the other- ITS FUCKIN MOVIE NIGHT, PULL YOURSELVES TOGETHER FOR T W O S E C O N D S (Oh the irony- it does indeed escape him). He'll park his ass right in the middle of you two if you keep it up.

If he had survived, you and Ram would have broken up after graduation and spent college apart, before bumping into each other again back home as new (Improved. Especially him) people that fit together better now and ended up getting back together for good.

[avengerscompound]

The Hamptons’ House: 2006 - 4

The Hamptons’ House:  A Iron Man Fanfic

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Pairing:  Tony Stark x F!Reader

Warnings: Smut (MF, D/S, bondage, vanginal fingering, squirting, vaginal sex)

Synopsis: When you return to the house in the Hamptons’ it’s both with a fear or the direction Tony’s life is taking and a concern about him no longer being interested with you.

2006: Part 4

Tony woke to movement beside him as you tried to pull your arm out from under him. You’d been spooning him, a position he loved and wished that he could get more day-to-day. Unfortunately, his one-night-stands always wanted to just drape themselves over him and he had become aware that he’d actually started actively pushing away new people from getting close to him. The only four people he felt close to on a day-to-day level were Rhodey, Obidiah, Pepper, and Happy. And the last two he paid to keep him company.

Sure he imagined himself waking up with Pepper sometimes. It wasn’t even a sex thing, just sleeping. The two of them simply being happy in a loving relationship like you had with Kurt. But it was just a nice daydream. He couldn’t settle down even if he did think he was worthy of that, and even if he could do it and was worthy of it, Pepper was his employee, even mentioning he had a vague start of feelings for her was a good way to get slapped with a sexual harassment injunction and then he’d lose Pepper from his life forever.

So he liked to take time to enjoy how you held him and given that today was the last day you had together until 2009, he wanted to sleep in and enjoy it.

He rolled over and wrapped his arms around you. “Where do you think you’re going?”

“To pee,” you complained, playfully wiggling in his arms.

“I don’t want you to go,” Tony said, pulling you closer.

“Tony!” you squealed. “Seriously! Twins have not been kind to me.”

He broke down laughing and let you go. “Go. I am into a lot of things but that’s not one of them.”

You rolled out of bed and looked down at him as he stretched out. “I’ll be back and you can figure out how to keep me in bed if you like,” you said. “Go check out the things I brought with me.”

You hurried off to the bathroom and Tony jumped out of bed and went to the wardrobe where you’d put the latest collection of sex things. There were quite a few different things and he wondered what your sex life was like at home with Kurt. Were you just as wild with him? Was all this just standard fare for you or did you like to try things out for the first time here with Tony?

He picked up the spreader bar and decided that maybe he didn’t actually want to know the answer to that. It didn’t matter either way what you did at home with your husband in the in-between time. When you were here it was special and his.

He took the spreader over to the bed and kind of wished that you’d brought a vibrator with you too. It stood to reason why you wouldn’t have brought one given that you and he spent the whole week fucking anyway. It wasn’t like you and he had included toys like that in your play together before. Maybe he’d suggest you bring one next time if this went well.

You came back out, still completely naked and you leaned against the doorframe. “So what have you decided?”

Tony quirked an eyebrow at you and cocked his chin in the direction of the bed. You approached him like a cat stalking a mouse and somehow even though he was about to tie you down and fuck you, you seemed to be the one completely in control.

“I’m looking at that and regretting I didn’t bring more things with me,” you said, running your palms up his chest.

“Mm… like what?” He asked. “What terribly dirty things are you imagining me doing to you?”

“Like a gag and a paddle, so you can spank me and I can’t make much sound,” you said and slipped your hand down, tracing your fingers over his dick. It twitched in response and started to harden. You leaned in close and began to tease your lips along his jaw. “Maybe a plug so you can plug my ass while you fuck me hard and I’m helpless under you. A vibrator so you can make me come again and again and again until I’m a sweaty wreck begging you to let me stop.”

Tony groaned and tilted his head towards you. You danced your lips over his as you slowly ran your hand up and down his cock. He waited a moment, letting that pleasant tingle spread through him and his cock harden fully, then - as suddenly as he could - he grabbed your wrist and spun you around, pulling you flush against him. “You know,” he whispered. “I was thinking the exact same thing.”

You shivered against him and he began to slowly walk you forward to the bed. “Next time,” he said. “For now, we should probably have some safewords. I don’t think I’ll be particularly rough, but I do plan to hold you in that position for quite some time.”

“Traffic lights are fine,” you said and climbed up into bed.

You assumed the position without instruction, your ass popped up in the air and your arms pulled down between your legs. Tony moved up behind you and ran the palms of his hands over your bare ass and down your thighs. His cock twitched in anticipation, but he ignored it. He was planning on dragging this out.

He carefully shackled your ankles and wrists to the spreader bar and checked to make sure the cuffs were not too tight or too loose or rubbing in the wrong places. “How’s that?” he asked.

“Well,” you said. “I’ve been more comfortable.”

He barked out a laugh and slapped your ass. “You are a bad, bad girl.”

“I am. I’m a very bad girl,” you teased, wigging your ass a little.

He spanked you again and began to palm your cunt. “I guess because I don’t have any of those toys I’m going to have to try getting the same results with my hands, won’t I, Cookie?”

“You are very good with my hands,” you hummed.

“Thank you, dear,” he teased, slipping two of his fingers between your folds, his fingers gently working your clit. You shifted a little and he watched on as you closed your eyes and began to relax. He sped up his fingers and you gasped, arching your back like a cat.

The pattern was repeated again and again. He’d let you relax and then pick up the pace causing you to tense again. Tense and relax. Tense and relax. He didn’t vary the routine until you were moaning and your fluids ran down the insides of your thighs.

He thrust two of his fingers inside you deep and hard. You cried out and jerked your arms forward, making the chain clang against the bar. He spanked you with his free hand. “Behave.”

He could see that you were trying to relax but were unable. You kept squirming and your toes curled. He thrust his fingers in and out of your hot cunt, hard and fast but with each forward thrust of his fingers, he adjusted the angle, seeking out the soft spongy surface of your g-spot.

When he hit you you cried out and jerked hard, and for just a moment he’d worried you might have hurt yourself, but the cry turned into a deep needy moan.

“What color are you?” he asked to be sure, though he kept pistoning his hand in and out, hitting that special spot inside you again and again.

“Green!” you cried. “Fuck, green, Tony. Don’t stop.”

He kept fucking you with his hand and he started rubbing your clit with the other. He kept up a brutally hard pace and he wondered how long he’d actually be able to keep it up. Your fluids ran from you. His hand became soaked with them and trickled down his wrist in rivulets.

With a cry your cunt spasmed and you came, gushing on him, your whole body shuddering. He didn’t ease up though, just continued to fuck you with his hand dragging out your orgasm.

As his wrist began to ache he pulled his hand away. He quickly grabbed a condom and rolled it on, watching as you panted on the bed, soaked in your own arousal, your body still quivering from the intensity of your orgasm.

He moved up behind you and lined himself and thrust in hard. You gasped and pressed your face down into the mattress, clenching your walls around his cock. He didn’t let you adjust, he just began pounding into your cunt.

“You like the idea of me plugging you?” he asked, his hips snapping into you again and again.

“Yes, Tony,” you mewled. “I want it so bad.”

He spread your ass cheeks and spat, wetting your asshole with his saliva. He teased his finger over it and you moaned louder, tensing under him and squeezing his cock tight. He kept up his pace, never easing up on you, and pushed his finger into your ass.

You cried out and shuddered under him. “You like that, cookie?” he asked, starting to fuck your ass with his finger as he pounded your cunt.

“Fuck, yes!” you cried. “Oh god, Tony…. I’m gonna come.”

“Hold it,” he groaned. He wasn’t even sure why he said it, he was already pretty close himself, but he wanted you to come when you literally couldn’t hold back any longer.

You whined and every muscle in your body tightened. He kept going, gritting his teeth as he thrust. His balls pulled tight and sweat clung to his skin.

“I can’t, Tony,” you mewed. “I can’t…”

Tony slapped your ass, the crack of skin against skin sounding out loud. “Come.”

You cried out loudly and your cunt spasmed as you came hard. His hips stuttered as your inner walls clenched and released around his cock and with a groan he pulled out and took off the condom, hastily throwing it aside as he jerked himself off. He grunted and came, splattering your ass and back with hot, white ropes of come.

“Fuck,” he sighed, taking a moment for his cock to still and his heart to stop beating so hard.

“Mm-hmm…” you hummed. “You can say that again.”

He slipped out of you and grabbed the wipes, first cleaning his hands before he started on you. When you were clean enough, he unfastened your hands and then your feet. You collapsed down face-first on the mattress and sighed.

“How are you doing there, Cookie?” he asked, starting to rub your shoulders.

“Ruined forever,” you hummed.

“Forever? But we have a date,” he teased.

You giggled and rolled over to face him. “Gonna miss you.”

“Yeah, I’ll miss you too,” he said. “But it’s not over yet. Let’s take a bath and have breakfast with Rhodey. Then, fuck your flight, I’ll take you home on my jet.”

“Really,” you asked, your eyes lighting up.

“Yeah, sure,” he said, pleased he had figured out a way to drag this out as long as possible. He would appreciate every minute of this day to delay the three-year gap for when he saw you next. “I have a bed in there, I should probably give you membership to the mile-high club.”

// NEXT

[micahmademe]

It started with a simple dance routine Kurt Hummel needed to perform with the girls at the annual pep rally and just an hour later he found himself trembling beneath one Sebastian Smythe as his asshole was being absolutely destroyed and an orgasm was rocking through his bones.

When Sue Sylvester told Kurt he needed to wear the Cheerio skirt at the pep rally, he immediately wanted to back out. He was already being bullied for being gay and now if he was a gay guy dancing with girls in a /skirt/ he'd be absolutely killed. Though what Sue said was what went around here in McKinley.

Personally, Kurt didn't mind dancing in the skirt. He sometimes did dress up in them though they were always longer- but he wasn't complaining with this short one. He practiced with 'The Unholy Trinity', Quinn, Brittany, and Santana- who seemed to consider him as a friend now that they were all comfortable in Glee Club.

So, there he was performing a lengthy dance number with the girls and in the short bright red skirt. Never in a million years did he believe that Smythe of all people would be staring- from the bleachers jaw to the ground, piercing green eyes absolutely eye fucking him, and his large ass cock feeling suffocated by his boxers and pants- at him while he danced.

Kurt was in the males locker room which was empty as the jocks ran around the field actually playing the game now, slowly stripping out of clothes. He pulled off his Cheerio top, grateful that Sue allowed him to keep the male version and folded it neatly before setting it down onto the bench behind him. Kurt then pulled out some lotion, pouring it into his palm before rubbing his hands together and slowly applying it onto his body, humming at the feeling of his own hands.

Suddenly, another pair of hands were on him. Not just anywhere at him- a warm pair of hands were suddenly groping at his ass. Kurt jumped, his bare chest pressing against the cold lockers and he hissed. His heart absolutely pounded, scared on who was behind him and doing this. That was until he heard /his/ voice.

"Damn, gay-face… If I knew you were that flexible, I would have dropped the hobbit before I even considered it. God, do you know what you did to me?" 

Sebastian Smythe. 

Kurt felt his words jumble up in his brain and suddenly he felt something extremely hard press against his ass through his skirt. He gulped, turning his head to the side and looking at Sebastian through the corner of his eye. Sebastian was absolutely smirking, eyes full of lust and if he was telling the truth, it was all because of him.

"Se-Sebastian?" He stammered, wondering if this was some stupid prank or some even stupider bet like, 'can Sebastian get into Hummel's pants.' Sebastian just smirked and squeezed at Kurt's ass again, causing the male to let out a shocked squeak. "That's me, baby. Don't wear my name out."

Sebastian slid one of his hands up Kurt's skirt, feeling almost his thong line causing the make to quiver. Sebastian groaned out loud, "Fucking christ Kurt- a thong? What are you? A slut?" He growled out the last word causing Kurt to whimper. "Why.. why are you- what are you going to.. d-do?" He stammered, feeling himself slowly form an erection. 

"Well… if you allow me to, my plan was to absolutely destroy this ass." Sebastian hummed, slapping Kurt's ass, causing him to whimper and quiver again. "Though if you don't want me to… I can just leave." Suddenly the hands were off his ass and Kurt whined embarrassingly loud: "No! Please…. No-." He panted, his face flaming bright red with blush.

"No what, Kurt?" Sebastian teased, moving his head besides Kurt's ear and slowly nibbled at it. "Sebastian- please… touch me again." He whined, squeezing his eyes tightly shut. It was silent for a bit and Kurt was scared that the taller male would laugh at him, saying it was a prank and then leave. Though then the hands were back on, squeezing roughly under his skirt.

Kurt gasped loudly, pushing his ass back into Sebastian's hands. "Oh.. such a slut.. begging for my touch already." He hummed, licking his lips at the sight. "Se- Sebastian … why- why are you doing this?" Kurt whimpered, continuing to push his ass against Sebastian's hands. "Well, Kurt, you caused me to get a problem with your little dance… so it's only right for you to help me fix this problem... don't you think?" 

Kurt bit his lip and slowly nodded. Sebastian slapped Kurt's ass roughly and the smaller male let out a moan. "Words, baby. Words." Kurt gulped and nodded quickly, "Yes- yes,  Sebastian." His erection felt suffocating against his thong and he whimpered. "Sebastian… can you- can you please take off my skirt and thong?" He asked hesitantly.

Sebastian smirked and nodded, "Of course, slut." He let go of groping Kurt's ass and slowly pulled down his bright red thong, licking his lips. He threw the thong practically across the locker room before cupping his ass cheeks again. Kurt let out a whine, wondering why Sebastian didn't take off his skirt. "Seb… Sebastian? Why did you leave my skirt on?" He asked, feeling his precum drip down his erected cock that pressed up against his skirt. 

Sebastian moved his head to Kurt's shoulder and he began to bite at it, "I was thinking that you'd look so hot with that pretty little skirt of yours on while you rode me. What do you think, baby?" He licked his index finger quickly before dragging it through Kurt's ass cheeks teasingly. Kurt's body completely trembled and he nodded quickly, "Yes, Sebastian. Please let me ride you, Sebastian." He begged, breathlessly. 

Kurt's gasps suddenly went a pitch higher when he felt Sebastian's finger slowly slip into his asshole: "ah- ah- ah- ah-." Sebastian groaned at the noises and the tightness of Kurt's whole, "Like that, slut?" He asked, finally sliding his long finger completely into his asshole. Kurt nodded quickly and his legs quivered, "Yes-... oh god… more- Sebastian.. please, more." He whined a bit louder. 

Sebastian moved his second hand over Kurt's mouth gently, "Shhh… We don't want to be caught, do we?" Kurt just shook his head and gulped, mumbling over Sebastian's hand, "No… no, Sebastian…" Sebastian let out a hum, "Good boy," before he slowly thrusted his index finger in and out, groaning at the sight of Kurt's asshole sucking his finger in and how the smaller boy's ass backed up- trying to get more. "Does my little slut want more?" He cooed.

"Please, please- Sebastian, give me more." Kurt begged, his legs feeling as if they were about to give out right under him. Sebastian spit into the palm of his hand and he slicked up his middle finger before pressing it in besides his index finger. Kurt bit his bottom lip roughly, fighting back a loud moan. He let out a few high pitched ones as he backed his ass up, trying to get Sebastian's fingers deeper. 

"Tha- thank you..  thank you, Sebastian." Kurt panted, some drool escaping his mouth. Sebastian pressed a few kisses on Kurt's back and he slowly pulled both fingers out and thrusted them back in. "Such a good boy…" Sebastian praised and Kurt nodded his head. "Yes, I'm a good b-boy. Only your good boy." He moaned out a bit louder. Sebastian licked his lips and spitted into his palm once again- slicking up his third finger, his ring finger, before teasing it against Kurt's hole.

"How much do you want me, baby?" He asked, biting at the back of Kurt's neck. Kurt panted roughly and he cleared his throat. "So bad… please- Sebastian- I'll be so good. Your good boy a-and only yours… just please finger me…" He begged and then gasped loudly at the third finger. "Ooh, so good, baby." Sebastian praised, biting in hickeys all over the back of his neck. "Yes! Thank you, Sebastian." Kurt moaned out loudly, his head moving to the side so Sebastian had more access to mask him up..

"Shhh.. baby, stay quiet." Sebastian whispered as he thrusted his three fingers wicker in Kurt's asshole. Kurt bit his bottom lip, rolling circles back- getting the fingers deeper into him. "Yes, Sebastian. Sorry, Sebastian." He quickly breathed out. Sebastian groaned at that, "Fuck… you're so hot." Kurt let out a whine and shut his eyes tightly. "Please- please let me ride you now… please, Sebastian." He begged and after a few more thrusting the taller male gave Kurt, he pulled the fingers out.

Sebastian flipped Kurt's skirt and crouched down, watching as the smaller male's asshole clenched around nothing. He bit at his cheeks a bit before standing up again, letting go of the skirt and backed up- sitting down on the bench. "C'mere, baby. Come suck me off." He ordered and Kurt pushed himself off of the lockers shakily, turning around-- looking at Sebastian spreading his legs a bit, a big bulge at the front of his jeans.

Kurt licked his lips and slowly moved himself down to his knees, his hands trembling slightly as he pulled down the zipper of Sebastian's jeans. Sebastian watched Kurt work, lust filling his eyes. One of his hands reached out and stroked Kurt's cheek softly. Kurt leaned into the touch and finally reached into Sebastian's boxers, pulling out his impressive cock.

Sebastian's dick stood tall, flushed red and was leaking precum from the tip. Kurt's mouth watered at the sight. He held the base of the large cock and slowly pumped it. "Mm.. yeah, be a good boy and suck my cock, baby." Sebastian hummed, his dick twitching with anticipation. 

Kurt nodded, licking the tip of Sebastian's dick, tasting his precum and he hummed- continuing to slowly jerk him off at the base. He wrapped his lips around the head of the taller male's cock and sucked at it, his tongue licking at the slit slowly and soon he took more of the large cock into his mouth. Sebastian let out a groan at the feeling and at the sight, his hand going into Kurt's hair and he gently stroked it. "Ooh.. good boy." He praised and Kurt hummed, sinking more of the dick into his mouth.

Kurt shut his eyes tightly as he got Sebastian's full length into his mouth, thank god he didn't have a gag reflex. Sebastian's breath hitched and he gently tugged on Kurt's hair. "Yeah.. yeah, just like that baby." He groaned. Kurt's hands rubbed Sebastian's balls as he slowly began to bob his head up and down the male's length. He had brief tears in his eyes, because even without gag reflex- he'd never really get used to the feeling of something hitting the back of his throat over and over.

Sebastian's groans grew louder and he tugged Kurt's hair a bit more, causing the male to deep throat him. Kurt let out a whine while doing so and sped up his head bobbing. Sebastian soon found himself growing close to climax so he pulled Kurt's hair, tugging him off of his cock. Kurt was confused- worried he did something wrong but then he saw Sebastian let go of his hair and laid down on his back on the bench. "C'mon baby… you did so good- I think you deserve a reward."

Kurt quickly scrambled to his feet, hovering over Sebastian- legs spread on either side of the male underneath him. Kurt brought his ass down, whining at the feeling of Sebastian's wet cock rubbing against his asshole. "Ride me, good boy." Sebastian groaned, grabbing Kurt's hips. He nodded, panting out a: "Yes, Sebastian." before reaching down and grabbing the base of the cock and held it up- positioning himself.

He held the cock steadily and slipped the tip of the head into himself. Kurt let out a shaky gasp, adjusting to the thickness before he slowly began to sink in more of Sebastian's length. Kurt kept gasping, each one getting higher pitched and more breathy. Soon enough, he found himself with Sebastian's cock tightly inside his clenching asshole. Sebastian grunted, gripping Kurt's hips tightly- waiting for him to adjust to his length.

"Whenever you're ready, baby." He reassured, to which Kurt nodded. Kurt soon enough lifted himself up half off of Sebastian's length before dropping- the cock slamming in deep and his head was thrown back as a loud moan tumbled out: "Ah!" Sebastian grunted along and both of the males didn't care about their volume as Kurt raised himself up again and then thrusted down. "Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah, baby." Sebastian murmured. 

Kurt whimpered at the feeling, "S-..so big.." he whined, rolling his hips as he began to bounce on Sebastian's length- a bunch of noises tumbling out of him. Suddenly- on one specific thrust downwards- Kurt hit his prostate. "Oh, Se…Sebastian~!" He moaned loudly and then Sebastian was thrusting upwards rapidly- slamming against the special spot. Kurt's body quivered and he gave out.

His chest pressed against Sebastian's- his ass raising upwards and he let the male bellow him manhandle him, pounding into his ass. Kurt moaned loudly, "Ha… Harder, Sebastian~! Please!" He felt like absolute bliss as he ass kept getting pounded by a big cock. Sebastian just growled, groping at Kurt's ass and 

slammed in harder just like the male said .

"Gonna… gonna cum!" Kurt shouted, feeling himself get close to climax. Sebastian let go of one of Kurt's ass cheeks and began to jerk him off as he kept on drilling him. "Cum, baby. Cum for me. You were so good, slut." Sebastian praised and soon enough Kurt's white cum painted the inside of his skirt. "AH~!!" He moaned loudly, his ass squeezing tightly around Sebastian's cock. Sebastian groaned and didn't slow down thrusting into him-- more so he picked up the pace.

He grunted loudly, "Oh fuck… baby. I'm going to cum in you!" He exclaimed and Kurt just quivered on Sebastian's chest as his asshole pulsed against the male's cock. Sebastian thrusted deeper, finally letting his load spill out inside of Kurt- both letting out loud noises throughout the empty locker room. Soon enough, Sebastian pulled out and his cum began to spill out of Kurt's asshole- down his thigh and then onto the ground.

Sebastian stroked Kurt's hair, "You alright, Kurt?" He asked and Kurt looked at him- shaking his head rapidly. He sat up, panting, rubbing his asshole against Sebastian's cock. Sebastian raised an eyebrow, confused on what was wrong and then Kurt was begging again. "No… no- Sebastian... please. I need more!" He whined, rubbing his asshole more against the slowly hardening cock of Sebastian.

Sebastian growled, manhandling Kurt until he was under him- his ass facing upwards as his cheek pressed against the bench. He smacked the quivering male's ass before groping it with his free hand. Sebastians other hand was jerking himself off to get hard again and soon he was- repositioning himself against Kurt's already abused asshole. "Oh… you slut, baby. You want more of me?" He asked, teasing the tip of his cock into him..

Kurt whined and begged quickly, "Please! Fuck… fuck me, Sebastian… I need more~!" He moaned out loud and shook his ass. Sebastian smacked it again and Kurt gasped loudly. "Since you were such a good boy earlier … I'm going to give you exactly what you need." Sebastian growled before sliding his full length back into Kurt and began to thrust quickly. Kurt's whole body shook and he began to let out loud noises. "Oh! Thank you, thank you!" He whined loudly, backing up against Sebastian's cock. 

Sebastian wrapped an arm around Kurt's waist, lifting him to his knees as he pounded in faster. His hand grabbed at  Kurt's cock and he began to rapidly jerk him off. "You like that baby? Your slutty hole is just swallowing me, ugh… so good baby." Tears ran down Kurt's face from how good it felt. "More, Sebastian~! Please, more!" He begged and Sebastian went as hard as he could, absolutely abusing Kurt's hole to another level. 

So here Kurt found himself, his cum spilled onto his skirt again and onto Sebastian's hand. His moans didn't stop as Sebastian slapped his ass and pounded deeply into him. Soon he was close to climax and a few more thrusts later- Sebastian pulled out and jerked himself off- climaxing with a shout, spilling all over Kurt's back. Kurt whimpered at the feeling, his body shaking as the pleasure continued to flow through him. Sebastian let go of Kurt and he pressed kisses on his back. 

"You alright, Kurt?"  He asked softly, stroking his hair again. Kurt looked at Sebastian, lips bright red- eyes half lidded- face flushed bright red. He smiled at him before quietly whispering, "Thank you." Sebastian smirked and pressed a kiss against Kurt's forehead. "You were so good." He praised and Sebastian smirked. "Such a good boy…" 

[nightcoremoon]

here's some controversy that has nothing to do with social issues.

a lot of people hate the band five finger death punch. saying those words provoked a visceral response in half the people reading this, and a "who?" in the other half. they're a groove metal band; similar to slipknot, mudvayne, disturbed, all that remains, system of a down, korn, and killswitch engage. they're one of those really controversial bands that are hated because they're ~not real metal~ by dumbshits who think that NWOBHM is the only valid metal genre. even though england ruined metal and punk but that's a conbfetsation for another day.

now, if you just don't like metal, that's fine. I don't expect everyone to like every genre. so obviously you won't like them, or any band in the genre. obviously. and these are not the people who are being targeted with this post. no, this goes to those who love metallica, ozzy, megadeth, slayer, pantera, testament, opeth, tool, manowar, meshuggah, children of bodom, cannibal corpse, fear factory, mercyful fate: this is to the people who love metal. now, I say this as one of us, but metalheads are one of the most judgmental groups of people in history. and frequently I find that metalheads make the same remarks in regards to their opinions on five finger death punch.

they do nothing but covers. they just yell and cuss. forty year old men with teenage angst. bad musicianship. they look stupid. they fuck their sisters and daughters. they sold out to the military. they're gay. they do too many ballads. they're redneck bait. they're toxic masculinity and macho personified. they rely on guest stars to carry their songs. they're talentless hacks.

these are all complaints I've heard multiple times from multiple people. and frankly I'm sick of it. I'm sick of hearing the bullshit complaints rather than the ACTUAL REASONS why they aren't the best band in the world. which I'll go through now.

they have an overreliance on breakdowns as if they were a post-hardcore band but they're not. breaking benjamin also skirts the line between post-grunge metal and post-hardcore and have many breakdowns, but the difference is that BB's breakdowns have math rock roots and use different patterns that syncopate well. five finger's breakdowns are... eighth notes. it's the difference between, say, black veil brides- who have excellent syncopated breakdowns- and as I lay dying, who have shitty and boring breakdowns. the only difference is that AILD has blast beats (and is fronted by an abusive asshole), and five finger has... ivan growling threats or whatever because they think that it sounds cool to have metal blaring while he says shit like "you wanna disrespect me? I will slap you so fucking hard you'll feel like you kissed a freight train, fuck you," or "if there was ever a time for you to back the fuck up it's right fuckin here and right fuckin now" or "it's not the size of the dog in the fight it's the size of the fight in the dog," or "in the end we're all just chalk lines on the concrete, drawn only to be washed away; in the time that I've been given, I am what I am", etc, all preceding screams. and no these are not exaggerations, these are literally exact quotes. there's also one that plays radio chatter from the military while he goes "hut hut oorah", which is different slightly. and in any case, they have done nearly a hundred different solos over their career, there is NO REASON for them to have such a ridiculous amount of breakdowns. they rival memphis may fire in that regard, but MMF actually has great breakdowns. churko is a metal producer, NOT a hardcore producer, and they sound empty when you strip out the vocals.

sometimes they will overuse a chorus, and hit the pop music pitfalls of having a song that's over half chorus. I'm sure they did this so the label would be happy with singles because the music industry is a commercialized garbage fire and holding it against the artists would be so fucking stupid especially since tool (the best metal band in existence) fucking said it best, "all you know about me is what I sold you, I sold out long before you ever knew my name, I sold my soul to make a record, dipshit, then you bought one; I've got some advice for you little buddy, before you point your finger you should know that I'm the man and if I'm the man then he's he man and you're the man as well so you can take that fucking finger and shove it up your ass". translation; the fact that you know a band at all means that they sold out to even exist in the first place because that's what selling out is. so even this complaint I have that sometimes they have repeated chorus is more of a complaint about a music industry which dumbs things down to sell radioplay to the lowest common denominator, which EVERY SINGLE ARTIST IS GUILTY OF. so moving on.

sometimes they'll have songs which are fairly simple from a harmonic/mechanical standpoint. opening verse chorus verse chorus solo bridge chorus chorus ending. verse goes some mix of eighth and quarter notes and rests in 4:4, solo is just the vocal line of the chorus, bass and drums are nonexistent and only serve to be a melodic backbone, and the music only exists to serve the lyrics... oh wait I can make the exact same arguments about metallica, rage against the machine, pantera, disturbed, and a hundred other bands. those guys aren't hated as much as five finger. hmm. wonder why.

the lyrics are often angsty. namely that they deal with honor, government corruption, mental illness, we live in a society, religious corruption, abandonment issues, recovering from toxic relationships, hey wait a minute these are all just insanely common topics for metal songs!

they usually play in the same key- wait shit every band has a favored key.

they do a lot of covers- wait shit they have literally more ALBUMS than covers.

(yeah that's weird to me too, but they only did a new level by pantera, from out of nowhere by faith no more, bad company by bad company, mama said knock you out by LL cool J, house of the rising sun by the animals, gone away by offspring, and blue on black by kenny wayne shepard... that's 7. they have 8 albums now.)

so shut the fuck up forever about the cover songs. metallica and the deftones and a perfect circle all had fucking cover ALBUMS, van halen only has a career because of the kinks, and every single rock band in the world is just ripping off the beatles, pink floyd, black sabbath, the who, led zeppelin, and cream. pick a legitimate reason to hate on a band, hypocrite.

alright what else...

"they're gay"

I'm not gonna dignify that with a response.

"they suck"

so does your favorite band. boom roasted.

"they're bad at music"

I'd like to see you do better then.

"they sold out to the military"

no they support the veterans and the troops; they fucking hate the military if you pay any attention at all. they believe in the good parts of the military that the government pays half our taxes to make us believe. you're not better than anyone else just because you see through one specific piece of propaganda because odds are you're blinded by another dozen. they write songs about how war is hell and how when vets come home they should be treated better. and anyway when you're in the dog eat dog world of the music industry hey guess what you need a market to sell to or else it's back to baskin robbins. I don't blame them for one second. if I had the option of endorsing cops to pay my bills you bet your ass I'll fly a blue lives matter flag and sell my soul to make money, and then donate shit to the black lives matter movement. flying a flag is worthless if I can do actual good with the money that those dumbasses send in. and name better irony than fighting to abolish a group that pays me to do it go on I'll wait.

"you're just a fanboy"

a) it's fangirl but metal elitists don't give a shit about the LGBTQ and b) just because I like a band doesn't in any way diminish the validity of my statements and any bias I might have is easily countered by whatever bias you might have and c) they're not even my favorite band you idiot I just think there's way worse out there just like I think it's unfair to say nickelback is the worst band in existence when drunk mom rock like hinder buckcherry savingabel and kidrock exists, and limp bizkit is standing right there, and d) they're not even the worst groove metal band, just look at fucking lamb of god, and e) if I was a fangirl I wouldn't have pointed out the flaws you fucking brainless troglodyte, and f) even if they were my favorite band in the world it doesn't matter if you think they suck because music taste is subjective anyway you goddamn moron. those guys write their own music, play their own music, perform their own music, and they love their fanbase more than most other bands. andrew biersack and kellin quinn and pepper keenan and glenn danzig and liam gallagher and axl rose and van halen and ted nugent and kurt cobain HATE their fans, or at least are huge fucking assholes. but not five finger. jeremy played until he literally broke his back; he's as devoted as phil collins, and if he made like atreyu and sang while drumming he'd be singing from a wheelchair, or like dave grohl when he broke his leg right in the middle of a concert, went to the hospital and got set and put in a cast, THEN CAME RIGHT BACK TO THE FUCKING SHOW AND PLAYED GUITAR AND SANG IN A CAST AND WHEELCHAIR. oh but wait, people say phil collins and dave grohl suck too, and turn around and suck mustaine's dick even though he's the biggest asshole in thrash metal behind tom araya and drunk james hetfield. point being, just because x doesn't like y doesn't diminish z's opinion.

"the singer fucked his daughter lol lol his grandchild is his son too lol lol his daughter is his wife lol lol it's funny because rednecks and incest lol lol" he's from colorado not alabama you dumb motherfuckers, and all the lol incest in georgia jokes are rooted in good ol yankee classism. also the guitarist is hungarian so the american redneck jokes don't even fuckin work. shut the hell up, you have all of the intellectual capacity of a common bog leech.

you can dislike the band. you can say you don't like it. you can say that you'd rather listen to different music. that's fine! that's okay! listen to justin bieber if you like him, listen to taylor swift if you like her, listen to new kids on the block if you want! I don't care! but stop expressing your opinions that you stole from someone else as fact. all you're doing is meme bandwagoning so you can find a community because you don't have the social skills necessary to meet people through the things you love so instead you try to pull serotonin out of making other people feel as miserable as you do.

with that being said, fuck all of the annoying dudebro douchebags who listen to the band and show 5FDP next to the confederate flag, blue lives matter flag, don't tread on me flag, punisher skull, trump sticker, and the crossed assault rifles on the back of your truck. you're all shit for reasons other than your music taste.

[poisonivysparks]

The Flightless Bird {Warren Worthington III X Reader}

A blonde boy, a little older than eighteen, was flying above me, his metal wings flapping gracefully in the wind. I wasn't that interested in him, so I just went back to the little hidey-hole that I was living in.

The Professor had invited me to stay inside, maybe take some classes, but I had declined, not liking the idea of me being around people.

I had no idea if the boy had noticed me before, we had never made eye contact or anything, I had just wondered.

I had been at the school for about two years, not being found until about a year ago by a man, whose name I found out was Hank McCoy, apparently, he was a teacher at the school. He was nice enough and looked kind of nerdy, so I trusted him. He had brought me off of the roof and down to Professor Xavier's office, where he had made the offer.

Hank brought me food every day, and I was quite grateful for him, he was like an older brother to me.

"Y/n? Are you in here?" I heard Hank say from the outside of my "home."

"Yeah." I got out and winced at the pain coming from my wings.

"When will you stop trying to tear your wings out? You're just hurting yourself, I don't think they're ever going to come off." He told me as blood dripped off of my wings and onto the roof.

"I know, but what's the point of having wings if I can't fucking fly?" I just wanted the damned things off of my body.

"God, Y/n, you're like a little sister to me, and I hate the fact that you're hurting yourself, just please stop." He rubbed my back comfortingly, not minding the fact that his hand was getting bloody.

"I-I can't, Hank, I just can't." I broke down, tears poured down my face as I clutched his shirt, probably making tear stains on his shirt.

"I brought you food since it's almost dark." He said, making me perk up. "It's (favorite food), your favorite."

"Thank you." I grabbed the plate of food he had and started eating. "Can you answer a question for me?" I asked him, my mouth still full.

"Shoot." He smiled as I swallowed.

"Who's the blonde guy with the metal wings? I've seen him flying above me, and I want to know who he is." I asked, knowing that Hank would know who he was.

"That's Warren, he's kind of new. He was the guy that had gone after Nightcrawler in the big battle that I had told you about. We had all thought he was dead, but he came to us, with only a few injuries, looking for help." He explained, making me think back to when the mansion got destroyed and I had frantically looked for Hank, but I couldn't find him anywhere.

"Oh, well, his wings are absolutely beautiful." I finished my plate, putting it a little bit too close to the edge. It slid off, breaking when it hit the ground. "Fuck."

"I'll clean it up when I get down there. Do you need anything from me before I go?" He asked, going towards the hatch that led to the attic.

"Could you maybe get me another blanket? It's starting to get cold again." I told him.

"You do know that you can sleep in the attic, it's really warm in there, it's right next to one of the chimneys." He opened the hatch.

"Are you sure I won't be in the way?" I asked, following him to the trapdoor, a small blanket around my shoulders.

"I'm completely sure." I followed him down the hatch, it was surprisingly warm. "You sleep well, and I want you to come with me to training tomorrow afternoon. You'll like it, because you're a great fighter, and you'll meet people your age. They're great kids, trust me."

"Fine, but that's the only time I have to come down, right?" I asked, making myself comfortable on the attic floor.

"Yeah, I won't make you do any more socializing than that unless you want to." He left after that, making the room go silent.

~Time Skip to the Next Day~

I sat on the roof, trying to tear my wings away from my back, black feathers were lying all around me, dotted with blood. It bled, staining my already red shirt an even darker red.

The boy, Warren, was flying around again, but he met my eyes and flew down onto the roof.

"Why don't you ever fly?" He asked, his voice like silk. I said nothing and got up, turning my back to him and walking to my hidey-hole. "Why are they like that?"

"I hate them. I want them to come off, but they just won't come off." I said in a small voice. "They'll heal in a couple hours, they always do."

"When I was younger, I had the same problem. It hurts like fucking hell, too." He said, his golden locks shining.

"Trust me, I've tried every single day, for the past ten years to get them off," I said, taking one of the rags that Hank gave me and dabbing my bloody wings with it. "And the worst thing is, is that these fucking things don't even work, they just slash and cut."

"Shit, that's rough. I can definitely see why you... umm..." He trailed off, probably feeling awkward.

"It's alright. So, you're Warren, right?" I asked, changing the subject.

"Yeah, how did you know that?" He asked, a slightly confused look surpassed his face.

"Well, Hank McCoy has kind of been taking care of me for the past year. He's like a big brother to me. He brings me food in the mornings and the evenings, and he's just amazing." I explained, shivering and wrapping one of my blankets around me.

"Why don't you sleep inside with everybody else?" He asked, his wings moving a little as he talked.

"I just didn't want to be with other people, and take classes. I just want to be alone on the rooftop. D-do you know what time it is?" I ruffled my wings, or what was left of them.

"It's about noon." He stated, looking at his watch.

"So, Hank'll probably try to be here in about an hour." I whispered to myself.

"So, what's your name?" He asked, obviously quite curious.

"It's Y/n." I answered.

We talked for awhile, my wings gradually healing while we did.

"Y/n?" I heard Hank ask from across the roof. "Where are you?"

"I'm over here!" I yelled, waving my hand.

He smiled once he saw me and walked over to us.

"It's time for training, Y/n, and you too, Warren." Hank said, in an authoritative voice.

"A-alright," I stuttered, getting up from my spot. "Let's just hope my wings aren't too sore." I fanned them out, and smiled.

All three of us walked through the corridors, people staring at me as we walked. The Professor was rolling down the corridor that we were in.

He greeted us with a smile, "Y/n! It's nice to see you're doing well, I trust that Hank has been taking good care of you."

"He has." I nodded as we walked.

"It's also nice to see you off the roof." He rolled past us as we stopped at an elevator.

"It's nice to see you too, Professor!" I yelled back at him.

We stepped inside the small elevator, me and Warren's wings taking up most of the space, so Hank was squashed between us.

The elevator door opened with a ding, Warren and I exited first, Hank following. Warren seemed to know the way, so I followed him.

People were lined up in front of a closed, presumably locked, door. There were about five people lined up, a boy with silver hair, a boy with a red visor-like thing, a girl with vibrant red hair, a girl with a white mohawk, and a blue boy with a cool ass devil-type tail. They smiled and waved at Warren, while I hid behind Hank.

"Y/n, you need to go up there." Hank whispered to me, pushing me up towards them.

"Professor McCoy, who's that?" The redhead asked.

"This is Y/n, she's kind of been living on the roof for the last two years. I finally convinced her to come and do training with you guys." Hank told them as I just shyly looked down at my shoes.

"Hi." I waved, while they smiled.

"Can you fly?" I heard somebody ask. I shook my head no as Hank unlocked the door.

"I can fight pretty well, though." I told them, looking up.

"It's time for training, everybody inside." Hank said, ushering everybody inside the room.

I was confused on what we were supposed to do, were we supposed to fight? I had no idea.

Hank went to some sort of control panel, pushing a couple of buttons, while everybody lined up where the middle was. I followed their actions, standing next to Warren.

"Okay, so, Y/n, you should probably know everybody's names. That's Peter," Hank told me, pointing to the silver haired guy. "Ororo," The White haired chick. "Jean," The red haired chick. "Scott," Visor kid. "And Kurt." Blue guy.

"Okay, thank you, Hank." I smiled.

"Okay, everybody ready?"

~Time Skip~

I had been training with everybody for at least a month, and we were now getting ready for our first unsupervised mission.

I had kind of developed a small crush on Warren, I mean, yeah he was a complete dick sometimes, but he was caring at times and he had some sort of boyish charm that made me fall for him. I had been living in the attic for quite a bit and Warren spent most of his time with me, because he didn't take any classes. I had started to go down to the cafeteria for meals, and Hank was extremely proud of me for that.

Ororo was nice enough, she visited me once in awhile and we talked about girl stuff, I had even told her about my little crush on Warren.

We were in the jet, ready to go. Hank was in the pilot's seat, ready to drop us off. Warren and Ororo would go by themselves and everybody else and I would go with Kurt.

I breathed heavily, not ready for this shit. Warren had comforted me, rubbing comforting circles on my back, right below my wings.

"I hope this goes well." Warren breathed, calming himself down by rubbing his hands through his, now grown out, curly, golden hair.

"We're almost there!" Hank yelled.

I held onto Kurt's tail, bracing for impact, but the only thing I felt was rushing air around me, and solid ground beneath my feet.

Warren came swooping down after us, landing next to me.

The first part of the battle was boring, we kicked his ass, but the second part got a little more interesting, Warren and I were fighting side by side, Scott, Jean and Kurt were working as a team, while Peter and Ororo were working on their own.

He had brought out these little robot minions, they were quite cute and easy to beat.

The bad guy had apparently been defeated until we were walking away, and he grabbed one of my wings. "Ow! Fuck!" He pulled, getting up, but with a slight limp. "What the Hell, dude!?" The guy started running, and my wings got caught on something. I tried to pull them free but tall it did was make some feathers rip off. I pulled even harder, but they just would not get unstuck. "Well, looks like I'm going to have to do this the hard and painful way." I mumbled, knowing that it would hurt more than what I did daily. "C'mon, Y/n. They'll grow back, you know they will, this has happened to you before." I sucked in a breath of air, before pulling. A loud rip was heard, and I bit my hand to muffle my screams, drawing blood. I looked back, only a few feathers remained of my wings. "Fuck, where'd they go?" I asked, confused. They had completely disappeared, besides the feathers.

"Y/n! What the fuck happened?" Warren swooped down, obviously worried. "Oh my God." He gasped. "Where are..? What..?"

"I'm fucking fine, they'll grow back in a couple of weeks." I said, walking past him, I really didn't want his pity.

"Y/n, you're not fine, your back is bleeding really badly." He said, trying to touch me. "McCoy's going to be fucking pissed."

"He'll be fine, let's just go home." I stalked off, hearing gasps from everybody as I walked by.

"Vhat-" Kurt started, but I cut him off.

"Can you just take me to the jet, please?" I grabbed his hand, as he nodded."Thank you."

We teleported to the jet and Hank immediately came over to me and started fussing.

"What the hell did you do?" He said, hugging me.

"I got them stuck on something, couldn't get out. So, I did what I had to do." I explained simply, pushing myself away from him. "They'll get better in about a couple of weeks, it's happened before."

"Wait, when did this happen before?" He said in a confused tone.

"When I was about twelve, my mom hated me for what I was, and sh-she cut off my wings." I stuttered, walking away. "I ran away, staying in the forests with the animals, and then I found the mansion, you know the rest."

"Oh my God, Y/n. You're sleeping in the infirmary tonight." He told me as I sat down on a chair.

"Fine." I grumped, a little sad that my wings were gone, even though they were completely useless.

"What the fuck, Y/n?!" Warren stormed inside of the jet. "You just stalk off with no fucking reason on why you have no wings!" He ranted, being all pissy as I got up to face him

"Well, maybe you don't know what it's like for your wings to not even fucking work, Warren!" I yelled back at him. "You don't know what it's fucking like to be me! You're just being a dick, okay. Just, fuck off." I sat down in the farthest seat away from him, not leaning back all the way because of my back.

Warren huffed and sat down on the other side of the jet, while Kurt had teleported everybody back.

They all bombarded me with questions, but I tuned them out, saying "I'll be fine" and "they'll heal in a couple of weeks" once in a while.

"Hank, can we please just get out of here?" I walked over to him.

"Yeah, we'll be back at the mansion soon." He told me, reassuringly.

"Thank you, Hank."

~Time Skip~

I groaned, sitting up from the uncomfortable hospital bed. "Warren, what the hell are you doing here?" I spotted the blonde haired boy, who was sitting next to the bed in a very uncomfortable looking chair.

"Okay, I realize now that I was a complete dick to you the other day, and I just wanted to know what happened, you're my best friend and I care about you." He explained.

"Thanks for caring about me." I said, sad that my wings were gone, even if they were useless. I felt depressed, I tried to be happy, but it just wasn't happening.

"I can't help caring about you." He smiled, while my face remained neutral.

"Did you know that I've never flown, I've never been up in the air, never felt the wind in my hair. I've always wanted to fly, ever since I was little, and when I got my wings I thought it was a blessing, but they just taunted me, broke down my sanity, and I hated them, I hated their fucking guts. I kind of miss them, even if they were useless." I ranted, breaking down a little bit.

"I-I could take you flying, if you want." He offered, making me smile, slightly.

"Thank you, Warren!" I hugged him. "Can we go right now?"

"Yeah, but I don't think McCoy would like you being out of bed." He said as I got out of bed.

"Well, he's going to have to deal with it." I said as he got up, smiling.

We walked up to the roof, surprisingly not seeing anybody.

"It's dark?!" I said once we got up to the roof, it was dark and cold and I wasn't wearing a shirt. (there are bandages around those, so calm down)

"Yeah, that's why we didn't see anybody. Do you still want to fly?" He asked, putting a hand on my shoulder.

"Of course! I'm going to grab a shirt, first though." I said, going over to my hidey-hole and putting on a shirt. "So, how is this going to work?"

"I don't know, the most I've flown with anybody was grabbing their hands." He admitted, shrugging his shoulders. "I could grab your waist if it's not uncomfortable for you."

"No, that's fine." I smiled at him as he held me by the waist, not quite ready to take off.

"You ready, Y/n?" He asked me.

"Yeah, ready as I'll ever be." I said as he lifted off. The wind whipped through my hair and I laughed. "This is fucking amazing, Warren! You are so lucky! You're an amazing flyer, like, holy shit!"

"Thanks, Y/n." He flew higher and higher, making me grin in excitement. "You're fucking adorable." He mumbled under his breath.

"Thanks." I smiled as his face turned slightly red.

"Oh God, you heard that." He said, holding me a little tighter.

"Well, you're adorable too, and that's why I love you." I realized what I said right after I said it. "Fuck."

"I love you too, Y/n, don't worry. I've loved you since I first saw you on the roof." He said, hovering in the same spot.

"You're an amazing person, Warren." I kissed his cheek, tenderly.

The air was silent between us, the only sound was wings flapping and the wind howling.

We slowly leaned in, and our lips met as I melted into his embrace. Sparks flew and I felt something tugging at my back.

"Y-Y/n, look behind you." He said, pulling away.

I obliged and looked back, seeing my wings, only bigger and more beautiful. I gasped, seeing the, now gray, wings.

"Holy shit. Warren, what happened?" I asked, alarmed.

"I don't know, we were kissing a-and they just sprung out of your back and it was really fucking weird." He said, panicking a little bit.

"It's alright, Warren. You did absolutely nothing wrong. In fact, they're bigger than they were and whiter." I reassured him, putting my hand on his shoulder.

I flapped my wings a little bit, slightly flying out of his arms. I gasped as he grinned widely.

"I-I-I flew. I few, Warren! Oh my God, I actually flew!" I smiled, flapping my wings and flying a few feet above his hands.

"I know, I don't know how, but you're actually flying!" He lightly laughed and I tried to hover. "It'll be hard to hover at first, but you'll get the hang of it, trust me." He held my hands, still grinning.

"Thank You, Warren, for everything." I hugged him and kissed his cheek. "I-I think you did something. You made something happen that I've been dreaming about and I can't thank you enough or do anything that could repay you."

"You could start by being my girlfriend." He suggested, our foreheads touching.

"I could definitely do that."

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[gerec]

(a bit late but, for the five facts/headcanons ask game) any of the AUs in sinful days and nights? the more the merrier :-)

Sorry it took so long to reply Anon! Going to give five facts from a couple of different verses from that fic :D

Sinful Days and Nights - Mob AU (modern mob au with Charles as Erik’s omega surrogate, who is now in Shaw’s hands)

1. When Erik realizes that he’s been double crossed by Marko and that Charles is now legally tied to Shaw (as Shaw’s surrogate, per the new contract Marko signed even though he’s been taking money from Erik to ensure that Charles is well taken care of) he completely LOSES IT and threatens to murder Kurt and Cain and dismantle every last bit of Shaw’s business in retaliation. Shaw doesn’t care at all about the Markos (in fact, he offers their heads to Erik on a silver platter, as a token of ‘good will’) but does promise to send Charles back to him in pieces, if he tries to go up against Shaw. 

2. True to his word, Shaw gives Erik info on where the Markos are hiding, and Erik dispatches them personally and with great relish. But he refuses to part with Charles no matter what Erik offers, because Shaw knows he can get Erik to agree to just about anything so long as he has Charles as a bargaining chip.

3. With Marko dead and no way to extend the surrogacy contract beyond the one year term, Shaw ‘convinces’ Charles to marry him, thereby tying the omega to him permanently. Since Erik is already married (and isn’t going to divorce Magda, no matter how obsessed he is with Charles) his hands are pretty much tied. 

4. Shaw wants Erik to go back into business with him (for reasons) and offers a new partnership deal; one that includes free access to his ‘husband’, as often as he wants.

5. Desperate to have his lover back in his life Erik accepts, and Shaw puts Charles up in his own apartment. Charles lives in pampered luxury, and has more freedom than he ever did under Kurt’s control, but he’s also stuck married to Shaw, and sleeping with him and with Erik (sometimes the two of them together). And as more and more time goes by, he begins to wonder if Erik isn’t perfectly content with things just as they are…   

Sinful Days and Nights - Regency AU (au of my regency au, where Charles becomes Stryker’s surrogate instead of Erik’s)

1. Months after the night Becker listens in on Stryker and Charles having sex, he returns for a second visit, where things escalate and he becomes an active participant instead of just a creepy voyeur. Stryker and the Colonel get Charles drunk and give him drugs to boot, blindfold him and then have their way with him. Together. (This part is currently a WIP in my folder lol).

2. Charles has no idea that it wasn’t just Stryker with him, and so he and Becker continue their friendship, and Becker continues to flatter him and hint at wanting something more. Charles falls for it because he’s a good person who trusts too easily, and also because he likes the attention from the younger, handsome and unmarried Colonel (especially with the way things ended with Erik before they even began in this au).

3. As the end of the surrogacy contract draws ever closer, Charles begins to panic that he still hasn’t gotten pregnant, because there’s a clause that says Stryker can ask for a large chunk of the money back if there’s no baby, and the Xaviers have already spent all of it to pay their debts. (He has no idea at all that Stryker is sterile - and that the General knows that he’s sterile - and basically just likes to have a perfectly legit reason to have a pretty young omega to bed).

4. He shares his growing concern with Becker (who is now a permanent guest staying at Stryker’s place), who then offers to ‘help’ him with the perfect solution. Becker will sire a baby with Charles to pass off as Stryker’s, so there’s no chance that the Xaviers will have to repay the surrogacy money. Stryker gets his baby, and since Becker wants to marry Charles (so he says) after the end of the contract period it doesn’t matter if they have sex now instead of waiting until after the wedding right?

5. Charles is hesitant at first but then finally agrees (after lots of soul searching, and also after he finds out about Raven’s engagement to Hank, and how the fallout of losing their family home will affect them), jumping whole-heartedly into a secret sexual relationship with Becker right under Stryker’s nose. Then, the contract end date comes and goes, and he’s almost pleasantly surprised when Stryker doesn’t demand any money back, and relieved that he won’t have to give up a baby that is his and his future husband’s in order to save his family. 

+ 1

Not long after he returns to Xavier manor, Charles realizes that he is in fact, pregnant, and timing would make it obvious to the world that it was conceived during his time as a surrogate. He goes to Becker immediately with the news, hoping that they can get married quickly, so that the baby would rightly be acknowledged as his, only to discover *dun dun dun* - that the Colonel is newly engaged to Stryker’s son Jason. Charles confronts his lover, who admits he never had any intention of marrying him, and that all of his confessions of everlasting love were just to get into his pants (such a dick ugh). THEN he drops the bigger bomb on Charles - that he can’t even go to Stryker now and claim that the baby is his because Stryker is sterile and therefore would know it’s not his baby. Of course Charles still has the option of forcing Stryker to acknowledge the child (obviously none of them could reveal the truth of what really happened) but it would not be in the baby’s best interest, and Charles would most certainly earn the General’s enmity for life...

Send me a name of a fanfic I wrote And i’ll give you five facts/headcanons about it!

[franzbiblio]

Where in the comics are Professor X and Magneto?

So it occurs to me that those not up-to-date with comics might be interested in a "where are they now?" for Professor X and Magneto, especially if you might be interested in jumping into the breach with this new launch of House of X/Power of X making it a bit easier than usual to jump into the insanity that is comics in general and X-Men comics in particular.

The short answer is that there isn't really a status quo established for this particular era of X-Men as of yet and as for Magneto and Charles Xavier's potential place in the coming status quo, I can't even really predict, which is both exciting and terrifying if I'm being honest.

Magneto:

I will start with Magneto who is a little more complicated to explain how he got where he is, but I do at least have a vague notion of the general trajectory we might be seeing from him in the next several months:

Until recently Magneto has spent most of his time running about being an anti-hero type from leading a distinctly shady team of the X-men in Uncanny X-Men (2016) #1-19, until Psylocke (Betsy Braddock) decided that he had been too shady and stabbed him and apparently killed him.

This being comics means that he got better immediately, but decided to not make this fact known and instead served as the secret mentor for the teenage time-displaced original five X-men in the pages of X-Men: Blue (2017) #1-28, that is until during the arc during issues #23-28 (collected in the X-Men trade titled Cry Havok) when Magneto is shown disillusioned with trying to be hero because his teenaged wards had run off into space (let the record show this is not the first time that Magneto has been driven back to villainy because his wards have a predilection for running off to space without so much as leaving a note) during a huge international crisis leaving Magneto to pick up the pieces in the only way he knows: being shady. This is then exacerbated when at the end of the arc Magneto is forced to kill brainwashed mutants he was attempting to save, fleeing to the future (there was a time machine in the basement… let’s not go into it) where he learned that him being an asshole is the only way the future will be saved, he then returns to the present seeking revenge on Emma Frost who was complicit in the whole brainwashing mutants thing. The original five X-Men freshly back from space objected to this whole killing Emma Frost thing and Magneto and the original five make their formal break in X-Men: Blue (2017) #31.

We are then shown Magneto fully returning to villainy with the destruction of a research facility, killing all the scientists inside, but because this is Magneto there are sympathetic "trying to prevent the future destruction of mutantkind" motivations behind this, but still kind of a dick move. He is then shown with a new Brotherhood of Mutants on a new Asteroid M (you know the secret asteroid base he has because he is not a dramatic bitch at all) setting him up clearly as a future threat for the X-Men.

Then Uncanny X-Men relaunched with an event called X-Men Disassembled that spanned Uncanny X-Men (2018) #1-10 where Magneto appeared as the brainwashed, bearded minion of Jean Grey's sort of alternate universe son who is now a reality warping messiah figure, Nate Grey AKA X-Man. While Magneto shakes off the brainwashing in Uncanny X-Men #10, joining the X-Men in attacking said reality warping messiah, he, along with every other mutant present, end up sucked into some kind of pocket dimension/alternate universe (it's a little unclear at the moment what exactly it is) and the results of this is being explored in the crossover event Age of X-Man. Magneto specifically is a principal character in the Marvelous X-Men (2019) #1-5 miniseries, which depicts Magneto as a part of the X-Men team in this alternate universe utopia with no memories of the regular universe. He has a half cape with a fluff and is pretty dapper, so I'm a fan. The last few issues have shown him along with the rest of the cast beginning to have flashbacks of the other universe and begin to doubt the Utopia.

This miniseries will be running until sometime in June where we can only assume that all the mutants currently trapped in the pocket dimension will return to the regular universe with their restored memories. It's impossible to know what the exact fallout of this will be.

It seems unlikely to me that Magneto would go back to being an ally of the X-Men after all the build-up to making him a proper "villain" again. They released a whole series dedicated to X-Men "villains" one-shots called X-Men: Black and there was a Magneto issue and the cover of Uncanny X-Men #13 that came out in March sorted Magneto along with other X-Men villains like Sinister, Apocalypse, and Cassandra Nova.

Most likely Magneto coming out of Age of X-Man will go back to being a “villain”, though whether future writers will necessarily follow-up on the story threads that were left dangling by the end of X-Men: Blue, I can only speculate.

For Charles Xavier:

So, Charles is a little easier to explain insofar as he was dead for a lot of the past decade of comics.

For those unaware during the Avengers v. X-Men crossover event back in 2012, Charles Xavier died at the hands of one of his oldest students and son-guy-figure, Scott Summers, in Scott's defense he was possessed by the phoenix force at the time and felt really, really bad about it after (like not bad enough to stop being part of the rad mutant rebelz, but you know, bad).

From thereon Charles would only appear in a limited capacity as some kind of ghost or psychic shadow or whatever you want to call it. Most prominently Red Skull would grave rob his brain and use it to manipulate the world in Uncanny Avengers (2012) eventually leading to the crossover event AXIS.

He'd also pop up as a spirit in heaven alongside Kurt Wagner in Amazing X-Men (2013) #2 and #5 and Charles's son David Haller would spend the majority of X-Men Legacy (2012) fighting against a malicious psychic entity that looked like Charles Xavier but is actually more of a manifestation of David's hatred... or something (the actual details are kept purposely vague).

It's not until Astonishing X-Men (2017) does the actual Charles Xavier appear and even then it's ambiguous until basically the end of the series whether it is really Charles Xavier back (it... mostly is) but in #7 he rejects being called Professor X, saying it doesn't feel right (I mean he's thirty, has hair and is drawn by Phil Noto, it makes a person feel different) and instead adopted the moniker X. At the end of the arc in Astonishing X-Men (2017) #12, Charles forgoes returning to the X-Men, claiming that Kitty was doing fine without him and then wipes everyone's mind who had been involved in the matter except Psylocke (Betsy Braddock), asking her to keep an eye on him and stop him if he's being too shady (sound familiar?) and then just vaguely refers to his "new dream".

Our next and as of writing last time seeing resurrected Charles is in Astonishing X-Men (2017) Annual #1 written by Matthew Rosenberg. It's a standalone story where the four of five original X-Men (Scott wasn't there because he was busy being dead or effectively dead at the time, I mean he was a student of Charles Xavier, he learned from the best) meet up and have a bitchfest about their fucked up lives. This is interrupted by Charles just strolling in, not explaining how he got back, stealing their wine and sort of apologizing for involving them in traumatizing superhero shenanigans.

He then promptly takes them out for some family bonding through more traumatic superhero shenanigans that ends with a warehouse full of people dead. It's capped off with Charles mind-wiping them, but they then get to have a do-over reunion dinner where they show that they can appreciate what they've accomplished instead of dwelling on missed opportunities, which I interpret as Charles's messed up apology to them, which is kind of sweet while being really messed up. Which I think is kind of what this take on Xavier is going for. He was trapped in the astral plane with the Shadow King for effectively centuries so I guess strange coping mechanisms are to be expected.

So with Cyclops back from the dead in Uncanny X-Men (2019) #11, it seems that some kind of reunion between the two is inevitable and it's more of a question of when, under what circumstances and will Scott get to remember it even happened after? With Legion (David Haller) being a part of how Nate Grey was able to suck everyone into Age of X-Man, I wouldn't be surprised if Xavier plays some key role in getting the X-Men back from the Age of X-Men. I really doubt that Xavier will blame Cyclops for the whole killing him dead with cosmic fire thing, but other than that I can't say.

The Charles Xavier we are getting is definitely a darker take on the character who is more comfortable with taking extreme measures, but how exactly this plays into what his "new dream" is remains to be seen. I definitely don't want Xavier to get too much exposure, he really works best right now as an enigma doing his own thing, with the Astonishing X-Men Annual playing this up to good effect with Charles being used sparingly but completely stealing the scene when he does appear. Since Rosenburg that wrote the Annual and is now writing Uncanny X-Men I'm feeling slightly optimistic, though I can't help but be worried that since things established in Astonishing (like Warren being in control of his Archangel persona) was ignored by later writers.

In a previous X-Men Monday on Adventures in Poor Taste (http://www.adventuresinpoortaste.com/2019/03/04/x-men-monday-featuring-jordan-d-white-2-nightcrawlers-soul-sacrificial-goats-and-weezer/) senior editor in charge of the X-Men line at Marvel, Jordan White mentioned that Professor X will be back and play an important role in the future of the line and included an image of X, but absolutely no more context on what his role might be. So at least he doesn't seem lost in limbo.

In the back of my head I can't help but vaguely hope that since this Xavier is darker and seems to be cleaning up loose ends in secret that might threaten his students that we could see him joining up in some capacity with newly villainous Magneto since we've had Magneto join Xavier's side several times but never seen the reverse. That could at least be novel, but at the same time I can't really see Charles fighting against his old students even if he thought it was in their best interest as we saw in his emotional breakdown during Avengers v. X-Men.

From what we’ve seen of the promo materials from House of X/Powers of X, I kind of doubt that direction, Hickman has been making vague references to X trying to take the X-Men in a new direction, I guess that “new dream” vaguely referred to at the end of Astonishing.

All of this being a long-winded 1.5k way to say: we'll have to wait and see.  

[takaraphoenix]

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1. What was the first fandom you got involved in?

The first I got involved in? Not wrote, but just... involved. Mh. It’s gotta be One Piece, that’s where I discovered fanart and fanfiction for the first time. First fic I ever read was some self-insert love-triangle between a Mary-Sue and Luffy and Ace and I absolutely loved it because the mere fact that here, for free, I just got to read about my favorite characters and my favorite anime was absolutely mindblowing.

6. List your OTP from each fandom you’ve been involved in.

Holy effing shit this one alone will take A LONG TIME. Okay. Cutting this short to actually involved in, as in I actively read or wrote in that fandom, not every time a ship caught my fancy. And only one OTP per fandom, the top OTP.

Also, alphabetical order.

Ace of Diamond: Miyuki Kazuya/Sawamura Eijun

Arrowverse: Mick Rory/Leonard Snart/Barry Allen

Avatar - Legend of Korra: Iroh II/Bolin (I never really got into TLA when it came to fanfiction)

Ben 10: Rook Blonko/Ben Tennyson (HIGHLY UNTERRATED SHIP!)

Beyblade: Yuriy Iwanov/Rei Kon (my second-ever fandom where I actually got active as a writer! ;^;)

Card Captor Sakura: Spinel Sun/Keroberos

Charmed: Cole Turner/Phoebe Halliwell

Chicago Fire: Kelly Severide/Matt Casey

Danny Phantom: Danny Phantom/Danny Fenton (...and here, you can see exhibit A as to how I got into selfcest)

Death Note: Yagami Light/L

Descendants: Prince Pen/Carlos de Vil

Detective Conan: Kuroba Kaito/Kudou Shinichi

Digimon: Motomiya Daisuke/Takaishi Takeru

Dragon Prince: Soren/Callum

Entourage: Ariel Gold/Eric Murphy

Eureka: Nathan Stark/Jack Carter

Fairy Tail: Loke/Lucy Heartfilia (it’s my OTP, but it’s not the ship I was reading xD)

Fast and the Furious: Dominic Toretto/Brian O’Conner

Free!: Yamazaki Sousuke/Nanase Haruka

Glee: David Karofsky/Kurt Hummel/Noah Puckerman

Grimm: Eddie Monroe/Nick Burckhardt

Haikyuu!!: Kozume Kenma/Hinata Shouyou

Harry Potter: Fred & George Weasley/Harry Potter

Heroes: Gabriel Gray/Peter Petrelli

Hetalia Axis Powers: France/Germany

Hunger Games: Cato/Peeta Mellark

Imposters: Richard Evans/Ezra Bloom

Inuyasha: Kouga/Inuyasha

Jungle Book: Shere Khan/Bagheera

How to Train Your Dragon/Rise of the Guardians: Hiccup Haddock/Jack Frost

Killjoys: Prima Dezz/Johnny Jaqobis

Kim Possible: Shego/Kim Possible

Kingdom Hearts: Axel/Sora

Kuroko no Basuke: Takao Kazunari/Kuroko Tetsuya

Lord of the Rings: Gimli/Legolas

Lucifer: Mazikeen Smith/Chloe Decker

MacGyver: Jack Dalton/Angus MacGyver

Magi Legend of the Labyrinth: Sinbad/Alibaba Saluja

Marvel: it’s a tie between Loki/Tony Stark and Bucky Barnes/Tony Stark

Maze Runner: Newt/Thomas

Merlin: Gwaine/Merlin

Miraculous Ladybug: Luka Couffaine/Marinette Dupain-Cheng/Adrien Agreste

Musketeers: Porthos/Athos/Aramis/D’Artagnan

One Piece: Trafalgar Law/Monkey D. Luffy

Percy Jackson: Nico di Angelo/Percy Jackson

Pitch Perfect: Kommissar/Beca Mitchell

Prince of Stride: Suwa Reiji/Fujiwara Takeru

Psych; Carlton Lassiter/Shawn Spencer

Ranma 1/2: Ryoga Hibiki/Ranma Saotome

Riverdale: Jughead Jones/Archie Andrews

Road to El Dorado: Tulio/Miguel

Royal Pains: Boris Küster von Jürgens-Ratenicz/Henry Lawson

Sailor Moon: Kou Seiya/Tsukino Usagi tied with Tenoh Haruka/Tsukino Usagi

Scrubs: Percival Cox/JD Dorian

Shadowhunters: Magnus Bane/Jace Herondale

Sky High: Warren Peace/Will Stronghold

Sleeping Beauty: Maleficent/Aurora

Smallville: Oliver Queen/Clark Kent

Teen Wolf: Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski

Transformers: Ironhide/William Lennox/Sam Witwicky

Trollhunters: Draal/Jim Lake

Twilight: Edward Cullen/Jacob Black

Vampire Academy: Mason Ashford/Christian Ozera

Voltron: Takashi Shirogane/Keith Kogane/Lance McClain

Wicked: Elphaba Thropp/Glinda of the Arduennas

Young Justice: Roy Harper/Dick Grayson

Yu-Gi-Oh!: Kaiba Seto/Jonouchi Katsuya (the first ever ship I wrote for!!!)

15. Is there an obscure ship which you love?

I mean. 75% of the ships I love are “obscure”. I... I always find the very obvious mainstream ships... boring. I mean, sometimes I find them nice in canon, but mostly I find canon to provide enough about them that I don’t really need fandom to get more of it, you know? Or, which also often happens, I find the mainstream ships have more of a very strong friendship-dynamic, or even a sibling-dynamic in some cases, and I just can’t really find it in myself to want to see them in a romantic way.

So, if I have to pick an, as in one, obscure ship, I will have to go with my top OTP. Jagnus. Jace and Magnus literally lived together, in both the show-canon and the book-canon, yet somehow it is an “obscure” ship. I mean, not somehow, we all know why. It’s the unwritten fandom rule of “canon mlm shall NEVER EVER BE BROKEN UP HOW DARE YOU SHIP ONE WITH SOMEONE ELSE”. You have no idea how often that rule has come between me and my OTP. Basically every time there is a canon mlm ship, really.

And this in no way or shape means to criticize those who only ship canon and are content with it, you do you, but I do find the lack of creativity in shipping in fandom where there is a canon mlm ship... really damn boring. Fandoms without canon mlm representation have the wildest constellations of ships, have a far broader variety of content, but when there is canon mlm, the majority of a fandom tends to just happily sit down with it and hug it and prefer not to be creative with the content and the shipping. And as a certified multishipper, I don’t really get that - like, even if you like the canon, you could have multiple ships?

17. Who was your first OTP and are they still your favourite?

My first OTP was Shere Khan/Bagheera, because gods do I love Jungle Cubs. And while other ships I interact more with have pushed it off the throne, if I see any form of Sheregheera content, I am immediately sucked in, no questions asked, no hesitation. I am utterly in love with this very rare, small, very obscure actually, ship and I will always love it and it still is one of my favorites.

23. Name a fic you’ve written that you’re especially fond of & explain why you like it.

Ooof. Interesting one. I’ve done a variety of PJO fics I’m particularly fond of in previous versions of such a question, so let’s go with something else this time. “The Lost Soulmarks”. It’s, at this point, probably my own personal most reread story. I just reread it the other night, actually. It just - it hits all of the right spots in what I want from a fic. Very often, I write to please my readers, with “What do my followers like most?” in my mind at least to a certain degree, but some things are absolutely self-indulgent. And I should really write more absolutely self-indulgent fics because those are the ones I myself keep coming back to. It has ABO-verse, it has soulmates, it’s Jace-centric, with lots of love, misunderstandings but not the kind where one of them is to blame but rather where it’s due to the circumstances, it’s really emotionally painful, but pays off in the end. It’s... seriously those are all the things I love.

41. List and link to 5 fanfics you are currently reading:

Uuuhm so like five WIPs where I am desperately waiting for updates?

Shadowhunters, Jagnus: “Non-Fat Frappuccino With Extra Whipped Cream” by @kimmycup - it’s my top OTP and my best friend gave it to me but now she is slowly murdering me with the wait for part 2

Shadowhunters, Jimon: “Strings” by annhamilton - I looove this story, only recently discovered it and fell in love with it and am now not-quite-patiently waiting for the next chapter

Avengers, WinterIron: “(Iron Is A) Star Killer” by RayShippouUchiha - a fic I read... a while ago and recently rediscovered with the latest update and am now desperately waiting for more!

Avengers, WinterIron: “An Unempty Nest” by gryvon - same as the one above, I read this a while ago and forgot about it and recently rediscovered it for myself and still love it

Avengers, Steve/Bucky/Tony/Tony: “Second Chance (at happiness)” by SailorChibi - I got this fic recommended and devoured it in one sitting and have since then checked nearly daily for updates because I greatly enjoy it!

44. What ship do you feel needs more attention?

*bangs potts and pans together* JAGNUS JAGNUS JAGNUS SERIOUSLY THEY LIVED TOGETHER. THEY LITERALLY WERE ROOMMATES. IN ANY OTHER FANDOM THAT’D HAVE TAKEN OFF LIKE NOTHING ELSE. THE PARALLELS BETWEEN THEM!! LET. MY. GOLDEN. EYED. BOYS. FIND. HAPPINESS. IN. EACH. OTHER.

Fanfiction Ask Game

[kurtty-drabbles]

I feel what you feel au (part 3)

N/A: MEh. Here we go again.

@djinmer4 @dannybagpipesarecalling @bamfoftheundead @everykurt

Using your mutation for everyday chores and moment is a luxury few mutants can truly appreciate- Kitty is now well versed in how some mutants would take anything in their possession to be human again and it makes her be thankful of her power as well mentally debate if all mutants are equal-and Karma and Kitty are one of the lucky ones right now.

They´re in Karma´s room floating through the ceiling as they´re listening to the radio-playing old songs that neither Kitty nor Karma ever heard until now- and talking about their day. Karma has great control over her own telekinesis (something Rachel is impressed as she took as her mission to train Karma. Two different styles of telekinesis) and Kitty, herself, is flying watching as her sandal did fall from her feet making a big "Blop" on the floor.

"Kitty, can I ask you something?" Karma asked once the mysterious song ends and the announcer is now speaking greatly about product placement. Karma is flipping a magazine and gesture to Kitty who still looks at her fallen sandal.

"I guess. If it is about ABBA again...no, I´d not think it would make a good movie" Kitty answers absently thinking if it would really be possible to make a movie out of each song of ABBA and she´s a huge fan of this old band.

"No, not that. Is about, well, Kurt" Karma is navigating on thin ice as Kitty is not one to talk about her own feelings. Karma would be surprised if that wasn´t the same thing Yana does in New Mutants.

Without waiting for her answer-and she has a nagging suspicion it would be just like the same evasive answer Yana likes to give when asked about her time in Limbo and is more than fair- she made her question. "You´d not like Kurt?" is a simple question but it carries more weight to Kitty. "Is he a bad man?" she concluded as she heard many things about him. Both good and bad.

Kitty is taken by surprise by such a question and shakes her head as if she was an insulting part of this question. "No, far from it. He´s a wonderful person...even after suffering what he did ...he still remains a good person at heart" she speaks now more firmly. "selfless, brave and caring. Kurt Wagner is a good man"

Karma arch one of her eyebrows at this. "But ...?" her question trails off and Kitty thinks about it. Kurt has its flaws, it has its strength. What would mean to date Kurt Wagner? That is a question she never once thought about it.

"He only thinks by his dick and It does wonder to my self-esteem," Kitty responds recalling her only relationship and how it end quickly either thanks to their own immaturity or because Kitty was too insecure about her own looks. "Guess I have my issues too. I sometimes don´t like what I see in the mirror. I ...sometimes wish to be like Meggan...or Rachel"

Karma blinks seem to understand the feeling. "Sometimes, I wish I was taller. My sister is the tallest in our family and I sort envy her for this" there are longing and sadness in her tone. She does miss her family very much and Kitty feels that (her aunt is here, but, where is her mother? The FBI didn´t give much info for their own safety) "But if Kurt changes his ways...would you accept him as his soulmate?"

Kitty bites her lips. Would she? Could he? "I suppose I´ll. Right now...we´re not right for each other. Too immature and too stuck in our own issues to work as a couple...maybe in the future" and Karma changes the subject mercifully.

Kitty forgets to take the white pill and how she forget this crucial detail is something she has yet to understand, however, she can feel what he feels and maybe a selfish part of her wants this feeling too.

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The day rises as always and Rachel is on her second mug of coffee- a mug Scott and Jean gave to Rachel. It has a Firebird draw it and she wonders who made the draw. Scott or Jean? In her timeline, her mother was a terrible artist-and is blessed by having the kitchen to herself.

Not for long, as Rhane Sinclair shows up ready to make her own breakfast and talking idly about her favorite boy band- a band Rachel never heard of it, but, then again...Rachel is not one to care for the pop culture and she only knows about Star Wars and Star Trek simply to mess with Kitty- but let Rhane speak excitedly about said boy band as everyone deserves to have their own joys in life.

"Which one of them you think is the most handsome?" Rhane asked and Rachel can only shurgs at this question and it didn´t hinder her excitement as Rhane show an image of the said boy band from her cellphone for Rachel. "Is Chad? He´s really handsome...or maybe Larry" and she looks really excited.

"Uhm, all of them look the same to me" she replies painfully aware how someone of her age (and timeline) couldn´t bond very well with the interest of 14 years old.

Rhane looks confused. "Not even Chris? Why?" she asked truly bewildered as if each member of this boy band is the reincarnation of a Greek God.

Rachel took a sip of her coffee. "They don´t have the right body parts to get my attention...plus, I never heard of them" and she rose from her chair and mess with Rhane´s hair as she leaves using her telekinesis to put the mug on the kitchen sink and wash it out.

"What?" Rhane asked herself as she hides the image of her favorite boy band and wonders if this was some sort of mistake. If Rachel is not attracted to the men (she´s aware those men in the boy band are a bit older to be called boy band) then...is Rachel attract to girls too?

This is so confusing. She thought to hold her cross the only present her father gave to her.

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Kurt Wagner remembers the conversation Kitty and Karma had. Had half of his mind ready to tell her to take the pills (wasn´t that the whole point?) and maybe that´s his meaner side, however, Kurt is utterly taken back by how she defends him...how she thinks he´s a good man, yet, has no problem in pointing his flaws.

We have flaws, Katzchen...

He thought ponders about the possibility if Kitty took her pill recalling how last night she just forgets- was an honest mistake or not? and Kurt can at least reconize how Kitty cna have a meaner side too...just like him - and wonder if he should mention something...or not.

And you think I´m a good man ...

Kurt wants nothing more than just drink coffee and try to understand his own feelings and this situation. Is he upset Kitty is his soulmate? Not really, but it does show how Kurt has no real understanding about many things regarding relationships.

As he enters the kitchen, already imagining his coffee, his golden eyes witness Rhane on the verge of crying as she´s holding her cellphone as if something precious. "Rhane?" he asked and wonders if he should call Dr. Moira.

"Kurt, Am I a bad person?" she asked with a tone of desperation in her voice. Kurt can listen to her because he knows deep well how is important to rant (is a bit ironic coming from him)

"Why you ask this?" Kurt gently asked sitting next to her. His tail manages to found some napkins and offers to Rhane to clear her nose.  And once she takes a deep breath and dries some of her tears she tries again.

"I was raised by all the rules of the catholicism. You too, right?" Kurt only nods and it gives some confidence in her speech. "And the bible, as my father once told me, says that the impure will go to hell" and she looks at the open door of the kitchen. "and this is making me confusing"

Kurt frown slightly at this having a clear idea of where Rhane is referring but letting she continue.

"But...Karma is so gentle and Ray does not seem like a bad person...so, are all people like that....are all or Am I wrong?" she asked as if she´s confessing a grave sin.

"The word you´re searching is gay, Rhane" he spoke after Rhane gives her angst away to Kurt. "And I get it, some less enlight people believe God hates those who don´t think like them...Rhane, people like that don´t have God in their hearts" and this hit Rhane strongly. Can she truly think her father was a good man? Not really.

"But ...what I do with my faith?"

"Rhane...God loves us all and our sexuality means nothing to us. Would you stop being friends with Karma just because she likes girls?" Kurt asked and Rhane shakes her head.

"Would you think differently of Rachel because of her too like girls?"

Rhane denies it again.

"Then why you would stop having faith in God? The real God loves us all, gay, straight, trans or even mutant...we´re all his..." he ponders remembering Good Omens and Call of Zaorva for a moment. "or her children. So, did I help a little?"

She nods. "How you still keep your faith after all the missions? "

"Because I need to believe. Because I just have faith, Rhane...I believe in God who loves us all. Just that"

"Thank you, Kurt"

"If you have doubts about God or anything else...I´m here"

"Thank you. I have so many questions and I don´t know how to make them now"

[cohentoplaywithmagic]

what exactly did you hear? || davina

WHO→ Tina Cohen-Chang and Dave Karofsky  WHERE→ Zephyrus Quarters, Room #206 WHEN→ 31st January 2019 WHAT→  Dave and Tina talk about each might have heard during field studies.  WARNING→ Violence mention, homophobia 

David felt problems were starting to get too much. He keep getting more tasks to do he didn't have the skills to do. He keep dissapointing people. Things about him wich shouldn't be known keep being discovered. The city was overwhelming and he wasn't wanted here. He couldn't handle it. Martin told him problems felt lighter when shared. David told his familiar he was sharing it with him. Martin looked at him, and David knew what he meant.  Tina said he could come visit if he ever felt alone, and he still wonders if it was genuine or if he still had the right or it was revoked already. Maybe Tina and him weren't friends. Maybe she hated him now. But he was in her dorm, and they had been studying together for a while now. Tina was cool and assertive, she would had told him if he bothered. David reads the notes about all the classes he missed, and how he would love to learn them with time.  Sometimes he glanced at Tina, murmured a Hmm, like he was going to tell her something, and then he keep back on studying. Suddenly, he had no problems to talk about. David look at Martin, sitting on his shoulder. "Hm. Cohen-Chang. Did ya..." He tries to say. "Did you...when you came with our team at the Field Mission. W-when-what...you hear somethin?"

Not thinking and questioning had been Tina's methods for a while now. Distracting herself anyway that she could and in any means  she would. Kingdom Hearts was a blissful place but she was not going to let herself forget that school was something she has to keep up with especially with two strikes and the appeal. Not to mention the Field Misson....was something. When Dave wanted to come over and study, she said yes in a heartbeat. Having others company was better and it was even better with Dave. Although, each didn't talk to each other much, when each spoke to each other they both opened up. She had her glasses on, chewing a pen lid working out the advancement of artificial intelligence. But there were moments when Dave mummers a hmm which makes her look away from her paper. She waits a moment seeing if he would speak, a few times it it followed through with silence until he speaks, a little nervous. Tina set's down her paper and pen, looking at him. "I heard a mixture of things, " she confesses ,"So much was going on. What exactly is it you think I might have heard?" Shyly she asks,"Did....did you hear anything?" Biting her lip nervous also.

David whonders what Tina means. He wasn't sure what to say and what to keep. "Ye. Lots of yelling. Hard to hear anything." He tried to seek for what feels safer. "Was...being a dick to Blaine." It probably was wrong he always felt more safe admiting when he hurted people than when he was affected by it. He should be more ashame of the first, not the second. "Overhear things. Said to you. Not what you said."

She pushes aside her textbooks and notes, maybe an excuse to fiddle something or maybe to push out distractions which her and Dave could go too."That...that isn't like you," Tina points out knowing that Blaine was important to Dave just as he was for his. "So Ell, summoned Bee, do you know why?" Tina nods,"Yeah a lot of yelling from you, Ell and Kurt." That much she did see. She is stunned for a moment as Dave mention overhearing. "Overhearing what?" Tina tries to say through a smile.

David gets more nervous seeing Tina setting her homework aside. He leaves his in front of him, on the table. "Ha. Is like me." He says,  but Tina couldn't possibly know. "Don't know." He wonders if the yelling just sounded like noise and Tina didn't actually hear or listen to anything. "Was it just noise?" Maybe she was paying more attention to Wilde. It made sense. "What Wilde said to ya. She summoned ya." He wasn't sure he should talk about it. "Don't know it all, but know what the curse did to me. Can guess what it did to Wilde too."

"Being rude to Blaine is?" Tina questions him in confusion,"So that is like you?" She chews a little on the inside of her cheek, thinking back to everything more carefully than she had before. "It was more than just noise," she admits not going to say the words gay panic ,"You, Ell and Kurt weren't saying the nicest stuff, like deserving better and staying out of each other's ways and you summoning your soul armament." She pieces that night. She stiffens up relaying what Wilde said had actually been heard by another soul, "Oh...so you heard her."  Tina speaks slow, looking away,"Like you said it was a curse...anything can happen with those."

David sighs. "Not in person." And gets more ashamed at every word Tina said. He looks at Martin when she mentions the soul armament. He did it. He is always so quick to hurt people. David felt bad fot talking about Wilde like that. It was revealing something of another person. He shouldn't do it. He was practically hiding behind Wilde, pointing at her because it was easier than admitting his own things himself. He hated her, but what she was probably going through hit too close to home for him. He noticed Tina was trying to not out Wilde. "Ye. You're right. Sorry. Was assuming things. Don't really know." He says. This shouldn't be about talking of people who weren't here. He looks down for a while, trying to figure out how Tina would react. Afraid of her reaction. "I like someone I shouldn't like." He blurts out.

Tina looks at him wondering how could anyone be rude to Blaine, someone who showed such light and welcome to all,"But why?" Clearly, it was for reasons that were meant to remain hidden. She watches him as he looks at Martin, he had such a powers and the way he was going to use it, there had to be a reason. Talking about Kitty said, twisted her in the stomach as it was not something she rationalised, a curse was a curse," It could mean anything," Tina whispers. There was a long pause between them,hen Dave blurts out his confession, her eyes widen  instantly with the first question on her tongue being Who? but that was none of her business. Instead her voice softens,"Hey....that's okay. Sometimes...sometimes we don't choose who we fall for, we just do." She mutters under her breath,"Aether knows I have."

David keeps looking down. "Hiding things from him." Why was a good question. He knew what he was doing wrong. He felt guilty about it. So why did he keep on it. Tina whispers, but David know. Everything he said, everything he did while cursed where things he know he shouldn't think. But he thinks them. Then probably all of them thought the things they said too. Tina wasn't cursed. She doesn't know it. For her, everyone was acting strange. David relaxed a little with Tina's answer. He stops looking down at his notes to look at her. She knows what it is. She should understand.  Or so he hopes. "Ye. It's Kurt."

All the pieces fell together when Dave says the name Kurt and Tina understands fully about the way he had been treating things. "Kurt, huh?" She was not one to speak with all things considering with whatever the aether was her and Kitty. "So you like Kurt," Tina makes sure to say it out loud for him to actually hear it. "It's never easy liking someone....let alone liking someone in a relationship- that I kinda also know about too," she tries to laugh. "But...then I don't think you were meaning to be the way you were acting then cause it's like," she places her hand on her chest," It's like your heart is pulling onto something, something you really want but something....you can never really have."

David puts his hand on his face before answering. He keeps looking at another way. "You know?" He asks, and wonders if Tina would told him, as she told her. Maybe he was stepping up more than he should about it. He was never good at this and sharing usually never went well for him. He wanted to say is not about having. He wanted to say maybe they break up. Things he wants that he would never have was a good summary of his life. He sighs.

If Dave was being honest and open then Tina should be honest and open. All of that was in the past, it was dealt with, there shouldn't be anything holding her back. Still it was a cringe to think about,"Yeah I do....cause I kinda use to have a crush on Blaine."

David smiled a bit at her, at the complicity of falling for the less available guys they could find. Or liking people from the same couple. Aether, this was awkward. "How did ya stopped?" He asks, embarrassed. "Having a crush."

Tina gives him a little smile. "Truthfully, it wasn't easy," she told him," I actually told him about it and aether it was hard, real hard," She covers her face thinking to it,"Once it was out in the open I had to face it and it got easier, somehow."

David didn't have much hopes. "Guess he reacted well. You're still friends." He said, getting jealous of Tina. It wasn't that Kurt didn't like him on a romantic way, is that David was a creep about it and managed to make Kurt hate him for it. Probably Tina never acted like a pushy creep to Blaine, and then she got over it like any decent person who got rejected should. "Don't think is the same for me. He already knows from a while. Isn't getting easier." Maybe if he stopped crushing on Kurt and acting like a creep, they could be friends. "D-don't...this a secret, alright?" He whispers, not looking at her again. "Everyone must know already for the curse tho. Even Blaine."

"Yeah Blaine did, still best friends, nothing was ever going to change that," Tina says with reassurance in their friendship. Nothing was ever going to break Blina apart, sure there were changes but always together "So Kurt's already known for a while? Have you two actually spoken openly about, said thing you needed to say?" Tina looks at him for an answers but he seems to not look at her again,"Then your secret is safe for me, it is not my place to tell." Everyone already knowing that meant...that meant knowing about Kitty too. she fears but maybe she needs to heed her own advice,"So that means, Blaine, Elliott, Matt, Kitty and Kurt." So much  for secrets being secrets,"I can't speak for Kurt or Kitty but Blaine and Elliott are two of the most understanding people I know, if you are honest with them and talk to them. Same with Matt." Tina tilts her head,"Has anyone said anything to you?"

David doesn't have that much faith in his friendship with Blaine considering how apart they became as soon as they stopped being roomies. He didn't like it, but is not as if he was doing much to change it. "Ye. We did. Didn't go well." Experience and logic told him Tina was reliable. He was still really afraid. Maybe he shouldn't had say anything. But he still had hopes Tina was as cool and understanding as she looked. He hears the names. Kurt and Kitty already knew. He just talked with Tina. He knew how the other three reacted when he was outed, and he hoped they would act alike on this. "Kurt's understanding." Kurt was so kind to him that time. "Ell and Kurt. Didn't talk with Blaine yet." It was the worst part and the one he didn't want to know the most. "Sorry for botherin' ya with all this. And thanks."

Tina folds her arms over thinking how to respond to the not going so well. "At least you spoke about it. How did you feel about that, not going well?" She had imagined all the worst things that could happen, that strain which was beyond your hold. "How are you feeling right now?" Tina quickly adds, unfolding her arms. Nodding with his statement about Kurt, though not her favourite person there was something about him which could be seen as understanding. "Everything okay with Ell?" She is in an ask overload,"You know, sometimes it is our thoughts that scare us more than anything." Aether did she freaking know it. "Please, don't be sorry because that means you have something apologies about. You're allowed to have feelings and talk about those feelings," Tina smiles at him,"It's like we said, if we needed each other we can be there for each other and that is what this is! That's what friends are for."

David thinks how to best express what he thinks about the current situation and decides a discontent grunt is the best way to convey his feelings. "Ell's good." He answers, assuming Tina is asking about how Elliott is and his safety. David asked him and he said he was good. "Thoughts come from reality." And reality was always worse than the fears. Fears at least were just on his head. "You too. Are allowed to have and talk 'bout 'em." He says, he is still afraid and unsure this was a bad idea, but that one problem felt a little lighter. "Ye, we're friends." He repeats, to believe it more, wondering how many of his new friendship would end as his old ones.

Tina nods at the simple reply, pushing to see if he would expand,"Good how?" Or maybe that statement should be good enough to satisfy her. "True it does but that doesn't mean the voices in our head think of the worse scenarios which kinda makes us more fearful than our reality is." She looks at him,"Yeah I know, that I'm learning...bit by bit." Still not really a fan of talking about herself but talking to others was something," Don't you ever forget that!" Tina reminds him. Friendship was a bond that couldn't be broken without there being a give and share. This is what she also felt with Dave.

David tries to remember more of what Elliott told him. "He's good." He repeats. He doesn't really know much more of it. They still have to talk. He shakes his head. He thought a lot of bad scenarios when he tried to confess to the guy he liked at high school, and he never imagined how devastating it all become. "Doesn't work for me. Maybe you're just more creative." He wasn't very creative, so reality will usually be worse of what he imagined. He imagined nightmares of the city and it keep surpassing his fears. "Is it learning? Feel's more like unlearning for me." He shared things until people make him regret it. Probably the same happened to Tina. "Did people make you think you couldn't talk 'bout 'em?"

Tina nods as that was a good  enough answer. She'll ask Elliott more about it, if it was something he wants to talk about it. Something about thoughts and feelings never seem easy to talk about. "Doesn't always mean that it is a good thing," Tina admits that her thoughts were the one thing that stopped her from going a lot of feelings. "Really?" She asks, shifting a little from crossing her legs, to tucking them together. "Call it a bad habit but I guess yeah you could say it was people that made me think that way. How I felt didn't seem the most important making sure everyone else's happy, that's what matters and I guess from that I've got use to secrecy and doing things on my own."

David nods. "Can be wrong too. But you know it. That's why you're telling me. Unless you're telling it you yourself too." He listens to Tina and let her finish what she has to say. "You fear you're gonna talk 'bout what you feel and people ain't going to listen. Or are going to put ya down for it. Or laugh." He has been on both ends. "You matter too, Cohen-Chang. If people make ya feel different, they're  wrong."

"Maybe I'm saying it for the both of us. Something about saying this out loud kinda...helps," Tina replies, looking away for a second to think about her response. "Maybe it's all those reasons. I've had people who I use to call friends, not even listen to what I say. Some people have put me down but honestly, " she licks her drying lips,"I hate the look people give me. Almost as if they pity me. I hate that look so damn much." She sighs,"I'm trying to not let other people define me but it's like you said, enviourment does have an impact."

David hopes its helping Tina too. "But you have people you still call friends, who don't do any of it, don't cha?" He asks, wondering if is the right question to ask or if he is making it worse. Maybe all her friends did. "I-if not. They should stop." He thinks about it. He is more used to mockery than pity. On the other hand is overworrying.  He wonders if it's the same, or if it's what his parents think of him now. "How you know is pity? How you know what's pity and what's people worrying?" He hears so many people saying they can be defined by themselves and not other people. It always sounds strange.

"Yeah I do have people I call friends who won't do that but I guess- you know it is hard to bring it all up," Tina says out loud almost as if she was making up excuses for not talking about her self. And that she exactly what she always does, come up with reasons to seem fine regardless of everything else. "The people who do that, aren't my friends, simple as." She states in a matter of face tone. Again she shifts a little,"Cause...it is the way people act afterwards. What they say, what the do. There is a difference that you just know."

"Why is hard?" David asks, wondering whats the real problem, if Tina really knows she has friends who don't do that. If she doen't consider friends the ones who do it, it means David didn't do it. He hoped. "W-what's the difference?" He felt like he really didn't knew it.

Tina understood that he asks because he was concerned and actually seems to take an interest. She fumbles with her words trying to let her thoughts out, shame they weren't as systematic at codes. "For me it's always that I just deal with it and not something I drop easily like 'hey my feelings are all mixed up' or 'hey let's talk about my family drama' it's just not easy conversations, right? But you, you're brave to even speak up about things." Tina admires Dave for it, he actually had the guts to ask instead of simply brushing over things. He was strong, stern with his thoughts, letting them be. "The difference being one shows you care, actually generally care and the other, you just feel sorry for someone."

David shrugs. "Doesn't have to be always like that. Ain't easy for ya or for others? If you think it's brave you can be brave too." He tells her, putting his hand up on top on the table, in case Tina chosed to take it. "Wanna talk 'bout mixed feelings and family drama?" He was mever brave for anything so he was feeling a rush by a compliment. "Think people can care lots and still burden the person with so much care. Is pity then, when you stop acting 'bout it?"

Tina needs to listen to the what was actually being said and actually do something about it. "I know it doesn't have to be , guess that I need to start applying it...being brave." Her fingers run over her bracelet, the one Blaine got her two Yulemas ago. "Mixed feelings are way too mix and...you might already know a little know." Then she stops at family cause that was a lie with another lie. "Guess the family drama is the fine that came along with the mark on record typical money's tight but that's with everyone." She tries to laugh it off as nothing.   "How would you know the difference then?"

David notices Tina backing out and doubting. "It's okay if ya don't want to say more 'bout it. But feel like ya really wanna share all of it. If you ever want to, I'm here now, and at the other side of the hall later." He confirms her. "You have problems with the tuition payment too?"He asks, wondering if Tina would join his search for strange artifacts as Rachel did. "Starting to worry I don't know it."

[hazyheel]

Monday Night Raw 5/6/19 Review

The night started off by torturing the brand split, but not quite getting rid of it. Vince McMahon was out, and just said that this would be an episode that we would always remember. Roman Reigns came out to interrupt McMahon, and he said that he would show up on any show he wants if the crowd would have him, thankfully that got cheered. McMahon then said that if Reigns was ignoring the brand split, everyone would start to. Daniel Bryan then came out, I think to complain that he wanted a rematch although he was cut off. He was kissing McMahon’s ass and calling him an intellectual when Kofi Kingston came out. Kingston then told Bryan that he should’ve gone straight to Kingston if he wanted a rematch. Bryan then ran him down with similar rhetoric to the old feud, but this time Kofi was even more confident. McMahon then said that he would make a wildcard rule, where a couple roster members could work both brands. Bryan and Kingston argued again, and Drew McIntyre interrupted. He wanted to fight Reigns, because he has a huge ego. McIntyre was weirdly pro management in this promo, insulting Reigns for punching McMahon. McIntyre wanted a match with Reigns, so McMahon booked both that and a WWE Championship match between Kingston and Bryan. 

AJ Styles then showed up, and they just transitioned into a new segment. Styles was pissed about the wildcard rule, the one that just came into existence. I don’t know why he is so pissed, but he is. Seth Rollins then came out to confront Styles about their brawl last week. He said that Styles showed his true colors by attacking him, and Styles said that Rollins was being a dick first. McMahon said that they were to riled up, so he booked them in a tag match against a random tag team.

Grade: D-. I just don’t know why they are still clinging to the idea of the brand split. This whole wildcard rule is just stupid. If you want Roman on both shows, then just get rid of the brand split. It is just dying a slow death, and I wish it would be faster. I dislike inconsistency, and that is all that this wildcard rule will be. The way that this will become tolerable is if NXT is involved. I just don’t like that they are trying to extend this brand split longer than it should be. Just pull the plug Vince. Pull the plug. Oh, and the tag match booking was fine. Vince was annoying when he was patting himself on the back, but that was the point.

Into the actual tag match, Styles and Rollins took on Bobby Lashley and Baron Corbin. The match quickly turned into a competition between the faces, hitting stereo dives in a dick measuring competition. They did very limited moves, but they seemed like they had good tag team chemistry. At one point, Styles went for the phenomenal forearm, but Corbin distracted him, allowing Lashley to hit a rough spear through the ropes. Lashley hit his stomach hard on the apron as he went down. Towards the end of the match, Styles tried to hit Corbin with the phenomenal forearm, but he dodged it and Styles sailed into Rollins. Styles then left the ring in a very heel move, leaving Rollins to be hit with the end of days for the heel win.

Grade: D+. Super didn’t care about this match. True that it continued the feud between Rollins and Styles, but other than that it was just unremarkable. Corbin got a pin over Rollins, which could be leading to a title match in the future. Oh to joy. This was a slow opening to Raw, because these first few segments took the entire first hour. 

Sami Zayn came out for another promo insulting critics like me, and asked what we had to complain about. I said the first hour. He then said that although we can be positive sometimes, he said that we are still toxic after the fact. Bruan Strowman then came out to confront Zayn, and Zayn ran away through the corwd and around ringside. Even during the next match, they ran through the backstage area. Zayn tried to escape while throwing buckets and bins at him. Strowman eventually grabbed him and threw him in a dumpster. Right as a garbage truck came to grab it. I think Sami was thrown in a garbage truck.

Grade: C-. I am gonna cut this some slack because it is the beginning of the storyline, but I can’t give it anything higher than this. I am just sick and tired of Strowman fighting cowardly heels. He should be fighting someone who is actually tough, because that is what he deserves. Sami’s character is good, but I don’t see how it translates into an actual feud.

Lucha House Party then came out for a 6-man tag, and I had forgotten that they were on Raw, against some jobbers they won quickly with their finishers in succession. Fine

Backstage, Naomi, Natalya and Dana Brooke received invitations to Lacy Evan’s match later on. They said that she was weird, and made fun of her for scenting the envelopes. Alrighty.

Next was Ricochet against Robert Roode to qualify for the Money in the Bank match. Ricochet was guaranteed a spot in Money in the Bank, but he had to defend it after losing a match to Roode a couple weeks ago. Roode’s offense has changed quite a bit since he turned heel, becoming much grittier and more violent and overall better. However, Ricochet won quickly with the 630 senton.

Grade: C+. Could’ve gotten higher if it was more competitive, but this wasn’t given enough time. Still, I liked the work in this match, and I always love to see Ricochet.

Backstage, Rey Mysterio was walking around with his son Dominic, but they separated when Mysterio grabbed went into his locker room. Dominic went to grab water, and Samoa Joe followed him. However, Joe just talked to him backstage. Joe criticized Dominic for hoisting his dad up on his shoulders after the match. Joe just yelled at Dominic for a bit, and then told him to tell his dad that he was looking forward to their match at money in the bank.

Grade: B. This was an intimidating promo, but I thought it would be a bit more sinister. Dominic actually held his own while being all up in Joe’s face. I like this feud, and I am excited to see a real match between them. And I want to see how Dominic gets involved.

Next was Lacy Evans against a Jobber, with all the Money in the Bank ladies at ringside (Naomi, Natalya, Alexa Bliss and Dana Brooke). She squashed her with a woman’s right quick, and then Evans got on the mic and ran them all down for not being as good as her. She said that they shouldn’t bother trying to cash in on her, because she will take them down. Becky Lynch then came out for a wild brawl between her and Evans. Lynch was really kicking her ass this time around.

Grade: C+. It was a short brawl, but I was entertained. Maybe that was because I was so bored from the first hour, but I liked it. Still not a positive though.

Daniel Bryan then cut a promo backstage about how Kingston is a terrible champion due to his promotion of consumerism. Cool.

Backstage, the Usos were up to something. 

And then the Viking Raiders were out for a match against Kurt Hawkins and Zack Ryder. I think this was a non-title match, but the Champions got a jobber entrance which is never good. However, they had an enjoyable match. Hawkins hit a great flying lariat off the apron, only for Erik to come by and knee him in the face. The Viking Raiders then got in the ring and hit Ryder with the Viking Experience for the win.

Grade: C. Yeah, I was wrong when I said this was entertaining. It was just frustrating and short. I wish they would actually let the Viking Raiders to get over before they were pushed so hard, but they pinned the champions in this match, so the story is not over.

And then we had the firefly funhouse, which I have heard has actually been really good. During the show, Wyatt was trying to find out what Mercy ate, and it turned out to be Ramblin Rabbit. Wyatt said that this was okay, because he expressed himself, and he rewarded Mercy with a picnic around a bunch of kids that were frowning. 

Grade: B+. This one was kinda short, but shit it was creepy. I really liked that I lot. So I apologize for saying it was bullshit a few weeks ago. I really like that Wyatt is coming for the kids, it is awesome, and he should be back to a similar character with a twist in ring soon enough. This was my favorite part of the night.

Rollins then cut a promo on Styles, saying that he was going to beat his ass next time they see each other, because Styles made his intentions clear when he left the match. Unclear if this was a heel turn for Styles tonight, but we will see.

Next up was Roman Reigns vs. Drew McIntyre. McIntyre dominated in a similar way to their Wrestlemania match. McIntyre nailed Reigns with a reverse alabama slam onto the apron. He also countered a superman punch with an awesome spinbuster, so McIntyre was the real highlight of the match. Roman was about to get the win after a spear, but Shane McMahon ran out to cause the DQ with Elias. The beatdown was happening, and Miz ran in to chase McMahon away. However, Reigns was still hit with a claymore. Backstage, Shane was desperately trying to hide from Miz, and was actually successful until Charlie tried to interview him. Shane tried to hop in a care, but Miz fought him in the parking garage. Shane got the better of the match with a low blow, but Miz was very valiant during the fight.

Grade: B-. Lots of stuff to cover here, and I think it just edges into the positives. The match was fine but not great, and there seems to be a lot of rivalries brewing right now. McIntyre stood tall, but he should have gotten a clean win. As for Miz and Shane, their rivalry is as intense as ever. This all was just a lot, but it was fine in the end.

The Revival were set to have a tag team match against The Good Brothers, but the Usos interrupted on the mic before the match. They played a prank on the revival by putting Uscy hot in their trunks so that their sweat burns. Then the revival was rubbing their asses on the ground and making fools of themselves. Then they poured water on themselves, and started selling for the Uscy hot like crazy.

Grade: F. Fuck this. I get that they are trying to embarass the Revival because they are leaving, but do the stories need to be this stupid? Honestly, the Usos aren’t coming across great either, but having a bit of a change in their character was good. This was just stupid. The Revival are weirdly good at selling though, so that was kinda funny.

No Way Jose was out at ringside dancing around, but Lars Sullivan showed up. He beat down the Konga Line, and then destroyed Jose as well. One guy he hit with a freak accident onto the barricade. He hit Jose with a running sitout powerbomb before leaving.

Grade: B. Pretty good, but I just kinda don’t care about No Way Jose. The Konga people were good at selling, but this segment is always the same.

Backstage, Sullivan was in Vince’s office to intimidate him into extending the wildcard stuff to four people. He did. Well, I guess that means that Elias is getting suspended.

And in the main event, Kofi Kingston defended the WWE Championship against Daniel Bryan in the main event. The two went at it at a very high speed, but their interactions weren’t quite as smooth as the one at mania. At one point, Bryan back dropped Kingston out of the ring, and he messed up the landing and his head smacked the floor. Kingston attempted to use high flying to fight against Bryan with several splash variations off the top rope. In the end, Kofi was able to hit his trouble in paradise to retain.

Grade: B+. Pretty good, but not nearly as good as their encounter at wrestlemania. I think the right person won here, and it was a good way to wrap up the feud. I don’t know what Bryan will do from here, but I am sure he will be involved in a good feud.

Overall Grade: C+

Pros: Samoa Joe promo; Firefly funhouse; Sullivan Beatdown; Main event

Cons: opening promo; opening tag; strowman attack; raiders vs. tag champs; revival bullshit

[klaineanummel]

eighteen going on extinct 17/20

Kurt Fabray just wants to relax after a tough week at school, but that is shown to be impossible when he realizes that his absent father has once again blown into town. Not wanting to spend more time around him than necessary, Kurt goes to his old babysitters house, the one place he feels safe when his father is in town. While there, he stumbles upon a secret he knows he was never meant to find out - one that could change the entire course of his life.

An AU very loosely based on Mamma Mia.

Warning for this one about vague discussion of past underage and non-explicitly identified dub-con.

Hope you all enjoy :D I'm hoping to update once more this week :)

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The ride to Blaine’s house is absolute torture. Blaine keeps a hand on Kurt’s thigh the entire ride there, every now and then slipping it dangerously close to Kurt’s dick. It’s the absolute best tease, and it makes Kurt’s heart race.

They practically run to Blaine’s house when they get off the bus, tripping over each other once they get in the house. “Shoes,” Blaine whispers as Kurt pushes him against the door, stopping him from kissing the daylights out of him like he wants to. “We should take our shoes off, so we don’t struggle later.”

“Well, aren’t you just full of amazing ideas.”

“I am,” Blaine grins. “You want to hear another one?”

“Always,” Kurt says, kicking his shoes off.

“We go down to my room, and I give you the best blowjob you’ve ever received.”

Kurt groans, pressing their foreheads together. “I love that idea,” he whispers, kissing Blaine lightly. “Can I make one request, though?”

“Of course,” Blaine replies, chasing after Kurt’s lips.

“After you give me the best blowjob I’ve ever received, you have to let me give you the best blowjob you’ve ever received.”

Blaine grins. “Done,” he says, taking Kurt’s hand in his, and leading him down to his room.

Kurt doesn’t know what he likes better: the sight of Blaine on his knees in front of him, mouth wrapped perfectly around his cock, or the sight of Blaine staring down at him as Kurt bobs his head up and down his dick.

Kurt barely breathes the entire time Blaine has his cock in his mouth, hand clutching at the back of Blaine’s neck, trying to stop himself from fucking into Blaine’s amazing mouth.

It’s easier to breathe when he’s the one on his knees. He actually really loves giving head, something he only seems to realize as he sinks down around Blaine’s cock. He holds Blaine’s ass tightly in his hands (and wow, he’s definitely going to be paying more attention to that part of him next time) and encourages Blaine to pump in and out lightly. Blaine makes the most amazing sounds he’s ever heard as he fucks Kurt’s mouth. It makes Kurt want to stay down there forever.

Of course, soon enough they’re both sated and spent, cuddling on Blaine’s bed under the covers.

“I’m sorry I made you wait so long for that,” Blaine whispers. “To be honest, I’ve been dying to get your dick in my mouth for weeks.”

“What is with you and your dirty mouth?” Kurt asks, pinching Blaine’s side lightly and making him laugh. “I thought you didn’t like to cuss.”

“I’m full of surprises,” Blaine wiggles his eyebrows, and Kurt grins.

“I can’t wait to find out every single one.”

“I can’t wait for that either,” Blaine says, cuddling closer.

“And by the way, you don’t have to apologize for ‘making me wait,’ or whatever,” Kurt says. “You had a rule in place, and it was in place for a good reason. It’s so much better to get together now, when you know you won’t be moving away at any moment’s notice.”

“You’re so amazing,” Blaine says. “So amazing.”

Kurt pulls Blaine even closer and presses a kiss to his hair, trying to ignore the guilt pooling in his gut once more. “No, Blaine,” he whispers. “You’re the amazing one.”

They cuddle until they hear the front door opening, which causes them to jump out of bed and shove their clothes back on in a frantic rush. Thankfully they’re both fully dressed by the time Burt knocks on Blaine’s door to ask him if he’s ready for supper.

“Yeah, for sure,” Blaine calls back. “Just so you know, Kurt is here, so you know. Make sure there’s enough supper for three.”

Burt doesn’t reply for a moment, then says, “Didn’t we have a rule about bringing boys over without telling me?”

Blaine rolls his eyes and calls back, “It’s just Kurt.”

“I know,” Burt says. “Who do you think I meant when I made that rule?”

Blaine blushes, and Kurt laughs.

“Sorry, Mr. Hummel,” Kurt calls, even though it feels weird, so goddamn weird.

“Just get up here, you two. No more shenanigans.”

“There were no shenanigans,” Blaine protests as he and Kurt walk up the stairs.

“Yeah, right,” Burt says as soon as he lays eyes on them. “Nice hickey.” Blaine squeaks and slams his hand over the forming bruise. Kurt chuckles at him until Burt turns to him and calmly says, “Your shirt’s inside-out, bud.”

Kurt squeaks as well, something he didn’t think he was even capable of doing, and quickly takes his shirt off and puts it back on the right way. Burt just shakes his head and heads to the kitchen, calling out, “From now on, your door stays open when Kurt is around.”

“Yes, sir,” Blaine says back, blushing bright red. “Sorry, sir.”

Kurt can hear Burt chuckling, and whispers to Blaine, “I’m glad somebody is getting something good out of this situation.”

Blaine instantly pouts. “Are you saying the blowjob I gave you wasn’t good?”

Before Kurt can reply, they hear Burt shout, “Ha! No shenanigans, my ass,” which just makes Blaine blush harder, and Kurt burst out laughing.

Despite the awkwardness from earlier, dinner is absolutely lovely. There is something tugging at Kurt’s stomach the entire time, begging him to blurt out what he knows, but he can’t bring himself to do it. Not when Burt and Blaine’s decision to become a family is so recent. Not when he and Blaine have finally moved beyond mere friendship.

Not when he knows it would ruin the amazing dynamic they all currently have.

Kurt keeps falling in and out of the conversation, often getting distracted by the simple way that Burt and Blaine interact. Sometimes it’s just Blaine that distracts him – after all, he did just have his cock inside of that gorgeous mouth.

Blaine is usually the one who draws him back in, either with a nudge to the shin, or a forceful, “You agree with me, right Kurt?”

Near the end of dinner, though, it’s Burt who draws Kurt out of yet another dazed state, with the simple words, “I just know Lizzie would have loved you.”

He looks up sharply, sees Blaine smiling happily, and blurts, “Is that your wife?”

Burt looks over, surprised. “What?”

“Lizzie,” Kurt says. “Was she your wife?” Blaine is staring at him with wide eyes, so Kurt tries to shrug it off, excusing himself with a nonchalant, “I saw the picture in the living room.”

Much to his surprise, Burt just smiles. “Yeah, that’s Lizzie. She was the love of my life, my other half. She really would have loved Blaine.”

Blaine looks like he wants to get back on that track, but Kurt can’t stop himself. Not now that he knows he could finally be getting somewhere regarding Burt’s mysterious past with Kurt’s mother. “What happened to her?” he asks, probably a little too forcefully. “If you don’t mind me asking,” he quickly adds when Blaine kicks his shin under the table.

“It’s fine, Blaine,” Burt says, smiling softly. “I don’t mind you asking, Kurt,” he continues. He looks Kurt directly in the eye as he says, “She was sick. Cancer. She passed away a year after we got married.”

“Oh, my god,” Blaine whispers. “Burt, I had no idea…”

“Well, you never asked,” Burt teases gently.

“Still,” Blaine puts his hand on Burt’s forearm. “That’s… oh, my god.”

Burt shrugs. “I knew it would happen. She was sick when we got married. Hell, she was sick when we got engaged. I always knew that was how it would end up.”

“Is that why you ended it with my mother?”

You could hear a pin drop. Kurt doesn’t dare look up, not wanting to see the shocked look on Blaine’s face, or the potentially angry look on Burt’s. Still, he can’t regret asking the question. Due to the recent developments in his life, he feels like he needs to know about this, and clearly his mother isn’t going to tell him any time soon.

“So she did tell you,” Burt says after several seconds of silence. “I thought she might have.”

Kurt raises his eyes quickly, then looks away again the second he meets Burt’s eye.

“No, Kurt,” Burt says, voice still soft. “Your mother and I had already ended our affair when I found out Lizzie was sick.”

“So you did cheat on her, then,” Kurt says, eyes raising quickly. “On your wife.”

Burt shakes his head. “She dumped me a few weeks before I met Quinn,” he says. “I found out later that it was because she knew she was sick and didn’t want to put me through it, but at the time I was just angry. It felt like it came out of nowhere. And then Quinn was there, and…” he shakes his head again. “You must really think I’m a creep, huh?”

Kurt pushes his plate a little bit away from himself, for lack of anything else to do. “I mean. She would have been so young, and you’re clearly older than her…”

“I know,” Burt says. “That was why we ended things. Because she told me she was twenty-one, but I found out she was actually still in high school. I felt…” Kurt looks up in time to see Burt shutting his eyes, face pursed in disgust. “I felt like the worst human being in the world when I found out,” he finishes. “And then I found out Lizzie was sick, and…”

“You don’t have to talk about this,” Blaine says, giving Kurt a hard look. “If it makes you uncomfortable—”

“No, it’s fine, really,” Burt says. “It’s his mom, he deserves to know what happened.”

“His mom can tell him that,” Blaine whispers.

“She isn’t, though,” Kurt says. Blaine looks over at him, still clearly annoyed with the turn the conversation has taken. “She’s refused to tell me ever since I told her I met you. She keeps avoiding the subject or coming up with excuses.” He fiddles with the tablecloth a little. “I’m sorry I brought it up,” he says. “I just needed to know the truth.”

And he does. The truth is so fucking clear to him now that Burt has told him what happened. Keeping Burt a secret from Kurt, insisting that Puck was Kurt’s father, keeping Finn from doing a paternity test… He understands everything now.

“I’m sorry,” Kurt says, standing up. “I, uh. I have to go.”

“Kurt,” Blaine says, standing as well. “You just forced my dad to reveal a deep, dark secret from his past, and you’re just going to bolt?”

Kurt smiles at Blaine’s wording, then glances down at Burt to see him smiling, too.

“Your dad?” Burt asks, voice raspy.

“I—” Blaine flushes. “I mean, yeah, of course you’re my dad,” he says, shuffling his feet. “That’s not – this isn’t the time. Kurt, come on, you can’t just force someone to divulge their past to you and then leave. That’s not how it works.”

“I know,” Kurt says. “I promise, I know, and I’m so sorry, but I really have to go. I have to talk to my mom, like, right now. I’m sorry. I’m really sorry.”

He aims the last apology to Burt, but the man clearly doesn’t hear him, stars still in his eyes as he repeats, “Your dad.”

Kurt walks away from the table at that point, heading to the front of the house to grab his school bag. He glances back after slinging it over his shoulder and opening the door, and smiles at the sight of Blaine and Burt locked in a tight embrace.

The wind is cold, but his heart is warm as he steps out to walk to the bus stop.

He’s finally going home.