#asimplecointrick

[canonbisexualjamestkirk]

so today at work, i was asked 'why magneto?' (by a fellow x nerd no doubt! (obviously) ) (in reference to my tattoo)

and i've been asked this several times actually

well, followers, i will tell you 'why magneto'

because growing up as a young queer kid, you don't have a lot of role models

growing up period, you don't have a lot of people telling you it's okay to be different

when you're little, you don't really know what 'he she' means or what 'gay' is but they're said anyways and not in a good way and one day, you realize all the kids on the playground are talking about you

and it's not like you were the most played with kid anyway and suddenly you feel even more alienated than before

you've always known you're different but now attention has been called to it in a negative light and you feel wrong and what's wrong with you??? why can't you be like the other kids?

and then you go home and you turn on your after school cartoons

and you see this figure clad in red and glory

and he's different, he's been cast out, he's been thrown away

even a child can understand that

and here he is, standing tall and proud and taking others who are different under his wing. and he's strong and he's powerful and he's accepted and he's comfortable with HIM

and he's telling those who are different that it's OKAY to be different

no, not just that

it's not just that it's okay to be different

you're not the outcast, the rest of the fucking world is, and shame on them for ever making you feel like anything less than PERFECT

this amazing, strong figure, this position you never felt like you could be just for being you, is showing you that the rest of the world should strive to be more like YOU and never for a single second should you ever feel any less because of your god (*nature/whatever else you may believe in) given uniqueness

he's showing you that DAMNIT you are beautiful and you are right and you deserve to be loved and FUCK ANYBODY that ever made you feel like shit for daring to differ

he taught me it's OKAY for me to be different. it's OKAY for me to be angry and violent against my oppressors because the anger and violence i feel towards them is completely deserved and legitimate

he didn't try to rip my anger from my hands

he didn't try to make me feel guilty for being so mad at the people who had wronged me

as i got older, he taught me that it's OKAY for me to refuse to sit by idly and meekly and bow my head to those who have privilege over me and be polite and fold my hands and SHOW THEM THE ERROR OF THEIR WAYS AND TO ASK NICELY THAT THEY BE NICER

i love magneto because magneto never once tried to assimilate me

magneto never once tried to make me like everybody else

he taught me that YES, yes, i am different and i should never forget that

he taught me to soak myself in the blood of my fallen brothers and sisters and to carry on in their name and to fight for the rights i deserve in their honor and memory

and that's why i love magneto

because as a tiny little queerbait gender confused child, he taught me that it's OKAY to be that way when everybody else screamed 'NO'

and that is why i will forever be offended by anybody who calls him a villain or a madman or the next hitler

MAGNETO WAS RIGHT

[factssphere]

Fact.

Fact: Upon first creating his helmet Magneto would often bump into walls and tables due to loss of peripheral vision. Toad would frequently move the furniture around so that Magneto could not memorise the path of a room.

[kombrig]

- operation: screw with erik

(Or: An increasingly absurd series of events involving two sharky men, one collar, and a quick test of how much people are willing to blame on magic anons as long as it falls outside of your typical behaviour. Featuring at least one kiss, and three swearwords.)

It's regrettable that he had to start off by panicking Erik, but it was a necessary move if he wanted any measure of privacy. Tie stuffed into his pocket, he prepared to make the jump into Erik's office.

I should probably explain, dear reader, what world-shaking thing has happened.

Take a look at your Master, now. Notice the open collar on his shirt. Notice the collar underneath. Notice, darling reader, the little nametag, and the name inscribed on it.

Can you guess who it is yet?

So it's with no grand arrival he arrives in Erik's office, phasing in and promptly sliding down the wall in what can only be characterized as a "hissy fit".

[thecumbermaster]

+ asimplecointrick

It's six on a school night, and the Master is nearly at the end of his research into this future life. There are a few curious entries that he's finding it hard to read through, however. A single sheet of paper for Lilly Constantina, five pages of hand-written error warnings for one Doctor, and then -  this.

He hefts the book in his hands, bemused. 

Magneto: A Biography is as heavy as it was when he first pulled it out of the file, the post it note on the cover proudly yellowing that "he doesn't like me much, better leave it be" as though anyone reading those words would be able to leave the mystery alone.

He decides to stick with his recent track of making good impressions, and arrives at Erik's door with a really good vintage wine and a big smile. He's still wearing the hoodie under his suit jacket, probably in retaliation to Lilly Constantina's insistence that he should be wearing nothing but fine tailoring, but really because the zipper gives the "famed metalbender" more material to work with. So sue him, he's interested!

(So sue him, he's bored, his skin is itching, he's been out of the war for a week and he's not even been allowed one quiet meltdown in case it breaks his cover. So sue him, he wants to understand this new world he's going to build for himself.)

Knock knock, knock knock. Erik Lehnsherr, are you in?

[feardoesntneedafacearchive]

Prelude • asimplecointrick • Silent Hill

THE SILENT HILL RPG

PRESS START

*START*

Das Dorf, translated as The Village, is a german tale which was written over two hundred and fifty years ago outside Berlin. The story tells of boys and girls that ran away from their homes. They ran away for various and unimportant reasons, but they all ran unknowingly to a small abandoned village. Soon, one by one began to disappear as it turns out that the village wasn't abandoned, but housed three witches that ate the children. It was a method of trying to teach children not to leave the safety of their homes, or to run away. It worked.

Das Dorf isn't the only thing that can connect Erik to Silent Hill. Back in the early 70's, Erik traveled to Silent Hill simply to escape the fighting and arrogance about mutants and race. He arrived and spent the day wondering down its park, looking at the lake and actually went on a few rides in the amusement park. And as he left, fog began to roll in. He was happy he spent the day there before this fog came. He should have been.

Now, as Magneto, the town calls to him. In his dreams, Erik sees the awful sights and hears the awful sounds of the demons within Silent Hill. The most shocking part about the dreams are of a couple hanging from the ceiling of some sort of dungeon. Of course these dreams would have something to do with his return to Silent Hill. That or the fact that a once beautiful place was now a twisted and awful place filled with horrible demons. 

When he pulled up to the sign, there was no fog, but it was a beautiful day. Lovely in fact. But something did feel off, something just didn't feel right. He didn't feel safe.

Welcome to Silent Hill

[notthesonhewanted-blog]

asimplecointrick liked your post: Alright, now that I feel more human....

Are you volunteering Magneto?  Because I am more than willing to bother you again.

[turntechgodtits]

asimplecointrick started following you

just a simple trick huh

[kombrig]

... "Greatly exaggerated." Ventilation shafts - Erik didn't build the place by hand, obviously. Shame he likes his staff, really. Can't risk traditional drugs, don't know enough about the mutations they have - knowing his luck, there'd be one not affected, and they'd punch his face in. Other options... "Are they trained to attack a TARDIS?" Friends with the Doctor, assume not...

[introducingdavid8-blog]

He would have felt worse about showing up uninvited to the Brotherhood's base, but it might have been harder to explain why he wanted to come in the first place. He wasn't at all sure of what he could do to fix his... troubles, and only wanted to talk to Erik. Staring at the entrence, he wondered if there wasn't a better way to announce his presence than to simply barge in. Surely there were only a few mutants that recognized him? Not to mention he didn't know where Erik was at the moment. He might not even be here.

[seemslikeajoke-blog]

Erik-

[factssphere]

Fact.

Fact: Magneto uses his mastery of magnetism to force the iron in his body into his penis during lovemaking. This increases the size and girth. He is also able to make it vibrate for extra pleasure.

[silence-in-solitude]

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A human and... a not.

Hello, I am David. If I can do anything for you then please do not hesitate to ask~

[afraidinthebeginning]

Let It Steep

It's been a minute, but he wants to drink the tea already, he wants the heat and the calming sensation, he wants to feel his stomach warm and the rush of endorphins.  But most of all he wants some of the caffine.  His heart has been racing on and off since he came into his home to find some of the Vases moved, and the couch shifted. 

He hasn't been able to rightly calm down since he ran from the building.  On occasion he's fought himself, the fear building enough that his need to run wanted to push him form the 24 hour Coffee shop.  But he couldn't.  This was the only place that didn't try to talk to him.  This was the place that just brought him his tea, fresh on the hour.

This was the place he had wanted to bring Erik to, at least once. 

Johnathan can't help but smile slightly, his hand shaking as it wrapped around the near burning porcelain mug, he's sure that the skin of his palm is red, but at least holding onto the tea meant it would stay on the table in his control.

When did things get so bad?  When did he start to doubt that the tea was in fact tea?  Why was he checking the barista for murderous intent?  How long ago this fear build so quickly and so fast, that he couldn't take his eyes off them when they weren't in back?

He can see people moving along outside, he can hear the idle chatter of other customers, he could see their emotions flash over their faces.  Why did he have to watch everyone?

When did you become so pathetic, Johnathan?

It's there again, the sound of the clock ticking, each twitch of the second hand bringing him closer to death.  It's there.  The sound of the hammer being cocked.  Already Johnathan is pulling his knees up, planting his heels on the edge of the chair as he curls into himself, forehead pressing to his knees.

Just breathe.  He'll be here soon.  Just breathe.  

Erik is coming.