#and while scott also uses it as a signal of his power when hes signaling varies

[satoru-is-the-way]

Kang × Reader

(PAST)Loki Laufeyson x Reader

ANTMAN AND THE WASP QUANTMANIA SPOILERS

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 A/N: So! I will say I loved this movie!! Im in love with Kang! He is daddy ngl!! Hope you enjoy. I am writing more Kang x Readers!! I am taking requests for Kang at the moment as well!!

Warnings: Angst, Mentions death, SMUT SMUT SMUT MINORS DO NOT READ. Im horrible at smut. Lmao.

"Evil"

Evil, I've come to tell you that *he's evil, most definitely

Evil, ornery, scandalous and evil, most definitely

(Y/n) stood in the quantum real prison. On the opposite cell Scott Lang, Ant-Man, looked in her direction. "So this the first time you've been to jail?" He attempts to make small talk unsure of what fate held. (Y/n) (L/n) had been a long-time friend of Hope Van Dyne thus also a friend of Scott. She happened to be over for dinner when Cassie brought up researching the quantum realm. The six went down to the lab where Cassie made a device sending a signal down into this unknown realm. One thing lead to another and now here (Y/n) was caught up in this mess. Held prisoner in a castle of some conqueror.

"No, definitely not my frist time in prison." She replied before hearing footsteps in the distance. The man who approach the cells had a great deal of power (Y/n) could feel it. A power that no one should have. He far exceeded every foe she previously face. A man that would have Thanos trimble in fear.

"You two are very interesting. Scott Lang. (Y/n) (L/n)." He spoke glancing at each hero individually.

"Uh, I don't know who you are. But you have made a big mistake. We are avengers. We called the other avengers." Scott crossed his arms. (Y/n) knits her brows watching Kang's reaction. But this man did not care. In some aspects, she could see amusement in Kang's dark eyes.

"You are an avenger. Have I killed you before?" The conquerer asked.

"W-What?" Scott asked puzzled.

"They all bend together after a while. But you..." Kang turned around taking a few steps closer to (Y/n). "I remember ." A smile graced his lips. The blue shield that kept you imprisoned dropped.

"I do not know you." (Y/n) replied. Kang chuckled as he kept moving towards (Y/n) who stood her ground. That is what he loved about her. In every universe, she held powers that could far exceed his own. Yet this woman never understood how to use them.

"I know. But in time you will. Trust me I know." He sighed," In every universe, you are always the last one standing. Strong but useless. I was going to make a deal with Scott. However, my dear, are far more desirable." Kang's gloved hand cup (Y/n)'s cheek.

She leaned into his touch knowing what men like him wanted, love. "What deal are you offering?" (Y/n) whispers.

"You are desperate for him. The man you lost. It's irony. In every universe I have conquered, there is a trace of him in you. Call it destiny. The path other Kangs have written to make you vulnerable. Your one true weakness. The youngest prince of Asgard." He smirked. (Y/n) gulped heart beating fast as this man came into mind. The man she watched die in front of her. She was pathetic, ridden with fear, and helpless as Thanos murdrred him. Loki Laufeyson

"This deal involves him? Without the stones it's impossible to bring him back!" (Y/n) snaps.

"My dear, I am the all powerful Kang. I control space and time. If you help me start my ship. I can give you what you need. More time. I can create it where he never died. Would you like that?" He whispered.

"Don't do it. He is lying!" Scott's voice rang reminding you he was there.

"This does not involve you, Scott Lang. Need I remind you I have your daughter in a few cells down...Do not worry you are not entirely useless." He glanced back from the corner of his eyes.

"And if I say no?" (Y/n) asked.

Kang leaned closer his lips mere inches away from hers. "We both know you will agree. The greed inside of you leads you down the wrong path every time. Trust me I know you better than you do. I have seen you in many lives, in thousands of universes and timelines." He looked at her lips. "You desire more than just love. Security, loyal, trust....power." The last is barely audible. It was meant for only her ears. (Y/n) breathes in heavily knowing all he said was true. She walked the fine line between good and evil. The dark and light battled for her soul. Here in front of her stood temptation, the apple god placed in the garden. One bit would mean devastation.

"(Y/n) don't do this you are-" With a flick of his finger Scott is flying into the wall knocking him out.

"Come with me." Kang extends his hand without hesitation (Y/n) takes it following Kang up to his throne room. "You could have him back. It can be arranged. In your time, an alternate ending, or something better. I can create your own world. As you see fit. You can be happy with him and have everything you wanted. In a snap of my fingers, it will all be yours." He walked around (Y/n) stopping behind her. "And the best part is I can erase your memories so you never have to remember. Isn't that what your tortured soul requires? Peace." Kang brushed her (h/c) behind (Y/n)'s ear. She never felt scared like this before. Her body went cold. All her needs, darkest desires, and dreams can be made into reality. This man held power far beyond her imagination. Loki could be hers again. "I am Kang. Anything is possible with me."

"I want the deal...I want more than just that Kang. I need revenge. I want to kill Thanos. Slaughter every variant of him until he is erased from the multiverse no matter how long it takes." Her words brought joy to Kang's heart. He missed how dark (Y/n) could be. The evil that corrupted her inside. Kang hums and walked over to his golden throne.

"Is that all you want?" He asked innocently beckoning (Y/n) to come closer. The female took one step at a time until standing in front of him. "Sit." Kang pats his lap. (Y/n) straddles his lap sitting down. Large hands gripped her waist. "Your beauty never ceases to amaze me. In every universe. You still are the same." He pulled her into a kiss. She left uncertain about this. Why did she crave this man? Maybe Kang was right power attracts her. It engulfs her entire being. She craves it, yearns for it, and now power sits in this golden throne.

"I want you." Her silk voice lets a whine out as the conqueror trails his lips down her neck. (Y/n) grinds herself onto his bulge. He could not wait any longer. The way her (e/c) eyes tease him. "I need you." She gaped as Kang ripped her shirt off.

"You are so beautiful," Kang whispered unclipping her bra. "Fuck." He licked over (Y/n)'s hard nipples. The way she grinds onto his erection had Kang seeing stars. She pulled at his robes and in a quick snap of his fingers they are off.

"Damn." She whispered unable to pull her eyes from his chest. The Conqueror had abs. She traced them with her fingers. His arms had large muscles. (Y/n) left her cunt clench around nothing. His physique was perfect.

"Do you like what you see?" He purred roughly drawing her closer so their bare chests are pressed together. "I am all yours." He pulled (Y/n)'s skin-tight bottoms down along with her panties. "So wet already. We have just met and you are so fucking horny. How long has it been?... Since you have been pleasured by a real man?" Kang whispered pressing two large fingers into her wet pussy. A sigh of relief escaped her cherry-red lips. He moved them in and out slowly. This allowed (Y/n) to adjust to large fingers than her own small digits. Soon Kang's fingers thrust faster, rougher, and deep causing her to moan loudly.

"Ah- Fuck! Ngh~ Oh Kang." She cried tossing her head back. Kang his every spot just right. As if he knew her body already. Where to kiss her neck and how to rub (Y/n)'s spot deep inside her wet cunt. "I need you. Inside of mem" Her words are straight to the point. Kang chuckled and pulled his large cock out.

"Are you ready my dear? I won't hold back." He asked rubbing the tip against her entrance.

"Yes, Kang. Fucking use me." (Y/n) moaned loudly sliding down onto his erection. "So thick." She pants as his cool stretched her out. Kang did not wait any longer. He began thrusting up into her tight cunt. She took him so well.

"Mmm~ Fuck you are so tight." Kang pants watching his cock thrust in and out. She kissed him deeply moving up and down to match his thrusts up. The sounds of their sex filled his throne room.

"Im gonna cum." She whispers.

"Then come for me, goddess." He bites down on her neck. (Y/n) cried out softly clenching his cock as she orgasmed. Kang soon followed filling her cunt with his seed.

"Damn." He sighed rubbing her sides. "You are perfect."

"You are so evil. But I love it." (Y/n) leans down kissing him.

#Spotify #marvel #mcu #scott lang #scott lang x reader #loki x reader #loki laufeyson x reader #loki laufeyson #loki #kang the conqueror #Kang the conqueror x reader #Kang x reader #Kang the Conqueror image

[kosmos2999]

Star Trek: The Animted Series 50th Anniversary Episode Review

Episode: The Infinite Vulcan

Season: 1

Episode: 7

Stardate:

Original airdate: October 20, 1973

Written by: Walter Koenig

Directed by: Hal Sutherland

Music by: Yvette Blais and Jeff Michaels

Executive producers: Lou Scheimer and Norm Prescott

Studio: Filmation Associates

Network: NBC

Series created by: Gene Roddenberry

Cast:

Captain James T. Kirk (voice by William Shatner)

Mr. Spock, Spock 2 (voice by Leonard Nimoy)

Dr. Leonard “Bones” McCoy (voice by DeForest Kelly)

Lt. Uhura, Computer Voice (voice by Nichelle Nichols)

Lt. Hikaru Sulu (voice by George Takei)

Eng. Montgomery Scott, Agmar, Dr. Stavos Keniclus 5 (voices by James Doohan)

Nurse Christine Chapel (voice by Majel Barrett)

Synopsis:

The Enterprise is engaged in an exploring mission. A newly discovered planet on the pheripheral portion of the galaxy. An away team composed of Captain Kirk, Doctor McCoy, Mister Spock and Lieutenant Sulu is assembled to being beamed down to this world full of natural beauty but full of mystery.

At the arrival, they have found a city apparently abandoned by its inhabitants. They get confusing signals on their scanners and the readings of a power source on a building in front of them. While his teammates explore the inside of the building, Sulu finds a mobile plant and gets hurt mortally by one of its thorns. Kirk, McCoy and Spock came to his rescue once they listen to his scream for help.

The doctor applies one of his antidotes, but it is useless aganist the plant's poison. Then, a group of plant-like beings suddenly appeared. Their leader, Agmar offers a cure for Sulu but McCoy refusses the help. Kirk accepts the help from the natives and just when they apply their antidote, Sulu recovers very fast.

Agmar, the Phylosian told to the crew that they had an earlier contact with humans. One that brought the an infectious bactery that killed a generation of their own, but he also helped them to survive. As they are entering thru a cave, a flock of dragon-like flying plant-lifeforms attack the Enterprise's crew and kidnap Spock.

The Phylosians got a system that makes phasers not working, then a giant human appeared and the natives made a bow to him. He identifies as Doctor Stavos Keniclus 5, the man who saved the natives from extintion. He told the team that he needs Spock for his plans and also told them to leave the planet.

Kirk orders to beam up the rest of the crew.

On the bridge, Kirk orders Lt. Uhura to investigate any data about Keniclus 5. Meanwhile, the doctor tries to find a way to defend themselves against the plant-lifeforms by using a recepie for a pesticide from his gran-grandfather's farm.

Uhura found a record of a scientist Keniciclus who left the Earth after loosing the Eugenic Wars. Kirk is surprised and trying to guess how he survived after more than 200 years.

Kirk, McCoy and Sulu return to the planet's surface but much prepeared to rescue Spock. The natives brought them to a underground compound where Spock is located.

Inside the cave compound, they encounter again with Keniciclus 5. He reveals himself as the fifth generation clone of the original Dr. Keniciclus. His plan is to imposing peace by strenght to the galaxy by invading every single planet they could. For that reason, he produced a Mr. Spock's clone, Spock 2.

As soon as they learned Keniciclus 5's plans for galactic conquest, a new wave of the dragon-like flying plant-lifeforms made an attack. This time, the team is ready to counter using McCoy's pesticide formula as a weapon.

After a successfully defeat of the flying creatures, Kirk triex to reason with Keniciclus 5 that he is unaware of the present time. That there is no need to continue wars from the past because the Federation had brought peace thru the galaxy. Then Kirk had a conversation with Spock 2 about the illogical action of imposing peace thru strenght. Some that goes against the Vulcan philosophy of infinite diversity in infinite combinations. Something that simbolize the elements of truth and beauty.

Spock 2 asserts Kirk's words and changes his mind. Meanwhile, the original Spock is dying in a chamber because of a memory drain performed by the mad scientist, Keniciclus 5. Spock 2 performs a Vulcan mind meld to help his original self to recover.

At the end, Keniciclus 5 was feeling useless after his plans failed miserably, Kirk and the original Spock convince him to use all of his knowledge and strength to help on the restoring of the Phylosian civilization with the help of Spock 2. All of them agree on that.

Fascinating Facts:

This episode was written by Walter Koenig. Due to budget restrictions, Koenig was not cast for playing the role of Lieutenant Chekov in The Animated series, but he made his collaboration by writing this episode.

The Koenig's main source for inspiration for writing the story was the fact that cloning was a very discussed subject in that time.

The mobile plant-lifeform who attackes Sulu has the name of Retlaw. It is Walter spelled backwards. The idea came from a story of a comic book series where the aliens spoke bakwards.

The first reference to the Vulcan philosophy of Infinite Diversity In Infinite Combinations (or IDIC) was made in the third season episode of The Original Series titled “Is There In Truth No Beauty?” At first, Leonard Nimoy refused the idea for a symbol because he thought Gene Roddenberry's idea for merchandising its pin.

#space opera #space western #filmation #star trek #70s sci fi #star trek: tas 50th anniversary #star trek: the animated series 50th anniversary

[notalkingbusiness]

More Thoughts on TWDU & The Caryl Spinoff

Okay.  I wrote a post a while ago about some of the problems with TWD “universe”.  Some things have changed after SDCC.  Importantly, the “where’s Rick and Michonne” mystery should be settled before long.  The idea of the Richonne spinoff still seems a little strange to me (whatever happened to the movies?) and it won’t have any of the qualities that would have made the Caryl spinoff so unique.  But hey, the Richonne spinoff still makes a million times more sense than Isle of the Dead.

Whilst I’m here, I wanted to touch on the CDC/French plotline for a little bit, as it looks like these elements are going to be important to the franchise going forward. The creative minds behind TWD have made many questionable choices over the years but using Dr Jenner’s reference to the French as the linchpin of TWD’s expanding “universe” is truly bewildering.

Scott Gimple used one of Jenner’s lines (“The Day Will Come When You Won’t Be”) for the title of the S7 premiere.  “Wildfire” and “T-S 19” obviously resonated with Gimple, and he has praised the CDC plotline in the past: “The thing that means so much to me about season one is, I was a fan. I was watching live every Sunday ... And then later, in my Walking Dead life, I hear people maybe taking shots at [the CDC episodes]," Gimple told Decider. "And I was not one of those people. I had a great time those Sunday nights. And there are some moments in the CDC that I love and I remember”. TWD Universe Boss on Bringing Back The Walking Dead's Dropped CDC Plot (comicbook.com).

Of course, Gimple is entitled to like what he likes, but I think that there have been much better episodes than “Wildfire” and “TS-19”.  I also think it’s worth noting that Robert Kirkman regrets the whole CDC plotline as he always tried to stay vague in the comics about the cause of the plague and what was happening outside the US.

https://www.cbr.com/robert-kirkman-reveals-his-biggest-walking-dead-regret/

For reasons best known to themselves, the powers that be at AMC have made Jenner’s comments integral to the future of the franchise.  Variant walkers and Jenner talking to French scientists featured in the post-credit scene of WB.  The 11C trailer shows that we’ll be seeing variant walkers in TWD before long.  Details about the Daryl spinoff are few and far between, but his story seems to be intrinsically linked to Jenner’s comments about the French.

This whole French thing is baffling to me, and it seems like whoever decided on this new plotline wanted all the acclaim for foreshadowing something in S1 without putting in any of the work.  They’re piggy-backing off a throwaway reference – it reminds me of when the BBC’s Sherlock introduced a whole secret evil sister plot after a couple of jokes about a lost sibling, or when J K Rowling provides world-building via Twitter and whatever she has tweeted just falls apart if anybody thinks about it for more than a second.

I could never class the reference to “the French” as meaningful foreshadowing or set-up, because it hasn’t ever been mentioned in all the time in between the S1 finale and now. They’ve had SO much time to set Europe or fast walkers up if they wanted to.  They could’ve had the walkers get slightly faster and smarter each year and they could have thrown in a reference to France every season. There’s never been an issue with including easter eggs in the past, the Darabont era was full of them – think of the upside-down American flag in the RV (an official distress signal) or the bible verse outside the church in S2 (foreshadowing that Sophia was already dead).  

I can’t understand why any creative mind would give so much weight to this single reference to the French.  Why would you prioritize a line spoken over a decade ago/an exotic location over consistent characterization or world-building?  Why on earth would you send Daryl to France (which only seems more egregious now that the other spinoffs appear to be US based at this moment in time)?

The relationship between Carol and Daryl is the emotional core of the show.  If TWD loses Caryl, it will lose its heart as well as its head – we’ll get variant walkers that make no sense in-universe alongside a whole load of narrative choices that seem unfathomable (like Maggie and Negan pairing up for Isle of the Dead or the possibility of Daryl leaving Carol behind for France).

All of this wouldn’t sting if the show had always been bad, say if TWD was more like Z Nation, which features a runaway Liberty Bell plowing through the undead like the rolling boulder in Indiana Jones (go look it up, I’m not kidding).  But TWD has been smart in the past and you can intellectually engage with the show. Like I outlined recently, Kang’s allusions to the Cold War in S10 are so good. The best zombie narratives are closely linked with social commentary and critique, e.g., George A. Romero engaged with issues surrounding race, gender, and class - Kang’s work slots into this tradition. I’d take her intricate work and careful storytelling over foreign locations or fast walkers every time.

The whole CDC/French thing is just based on the shakiest of foundations – like, you’d condemn a house with foundations that unstable.  It’s mind-boggling that the writers are relying on one line said over a decade ago to re-pivot the franchise, rather than honoring the characters and world that they’ve built.  I feel like it should almost go without saying, but there’s no doubt in my mind that the Caryl spinoff would have been structurally sound.  Caryl have been developing their bond for 11 seasons for crying out loud and we could all see where they were going when New Mexico was repeatedly mentioned in S10.  Caryl taking off and pursuing their New Mexico dream would have felt right. The CDC/French stuff and whatever they have Daryl doing on his solo mission never will.

#caryl

[anime-and-toon-oc-time]

(Because I don't like him I'm doing this.)

BRANDON BREYER/BRIGHTBURN VS FREDRICK 'FREDDY' BISHOP/ADMIRAL ANARCHY

Somethings wrong with that boy. (Uh warning it might get gross and troubling)

Brandon information

Height: 5' 3"

Age: 12

Weapons:Bare body and heat vision

Strengths:Superhuman Strength (Despite being a 12-year-old kid, Brandon is much stronger than the average man. He can easily break bones through sheer grip strength, rip metal doors off their hinges, and is capable of lifting a small truck with a single arm) Superhuman Speed (Can move faster than the eye can track and is fast enough to reach the stratosphere in seconds) Superhuman Durability (Perhaps due to his alien physiology, Brandon is capable of taking hits from almost anything without a scratch, with his adoptive father even stating to have never seen him bleed) his heat vision can easily melt through people and metal. Can Fly at high speed. Brandon has the ability to manipulate electronics around him, he can cause lights to flicker and explode, prevent vehicles from starting, and is able to make cell phones and radios lose signal...somehow. Telekinesis can Rip a metal door off it's hinges with his mind. Was Stated to have never been sick.

Weaknesses:lacks fighting experience. Prone to fits of anger and tantrums. Never fought anyone on his level of power and could be hurt by people as strong as him. He can be hurt from the metal of his ship.

Freddy information

Height:*Abnormally tall* ( 6' 1")

Age: 14

Weapons:retractable bone spikes,enchanted katana,holy crossbow,various turrets, and plasma shield grimore (can store various things can also seal people away)

Strengths: superhuman strength(strong enough to match Craig Tucker who is stronger then Scott Malkenson who can rip up a boiler off of concrete and metal doors along with a massive Porta potty all of which is either bolted or welded to the concrete or the metal and the boiler is at least connected to several pipes underground. He also outmuscled the main boys all of whom can damage robots with basic crowbar swings and even throw crates as big as them.) Superhuman durability (Despite the various differences in his bodies/avatars he can easily walk off bullets and bombs. His weakest body possessing Ames plushie of himself is somehow fire proof. Most bodies can't feel pain and he can pop his limbs off with no issues) Superhuman speed (can dodge Human-Kite's bio energy lasers and wonder week's lightning. Can dodge fastpass who can run fast enough to set the ground on fire. Can react and think faster then most can move. Fires off spells faster then most can blink.) Genius intelligence (can easily trick various people in South park and could con all of Springfield he somehow got the drop on 3 people who took every chance to exploit all the loopholes he left while denying him any.) Can bend himself anyway he can. Can use various magic types as the first of the 'Blessed 100' (can use any spell he can think of as long as he can remember what it is. Also can use anti-magic to cancel out or reverse the effects of magic) can use telekinesis to fly or throw others. Can cause technology around him to not work (him walking around Freddy Fazbear's broke all the cameras and he also makes tvs go static when he gets mad. Somehow can force radios to play various different songs with a wave of his hand.) Can 'Legion' people (Legion has the ability to absorb the minds and powers of others when they die near him allowing him to get their powers. Freddy can do the same by using blood or soul Magic to do so but he dosent get memories or Legion's multi identity problems.) Can somehow function as just his core with a magical avatar made of all his power. If he dies he will self destruct taking everything out with him. (He will reform later the next year and the 'magic residue' will unlock people's magical powers and give then physic or superpowers. As he gets older the explosion gets bigger. As a child he could apparently sink the west hemisphere if he explodes.)

Weaknesses:ANY holy object can hurt him. (A bhudda statue burns him stars of David cut him up and crosses make permanent scars on him) his albinism makes him weak to lights and makes his vision terrible without his visor or any aids. His core can be destroyed with enough force but seeing a nuke couldn't kill him it will take a lot. While he hates most people he's willing to give people a chance also he also had a mental breakdown when he realized durning a fight with Kenny that he wasn't no better then the people who abused him which made him give himself up.

[denimbex1986]

'5.0 ***** Masterpiece

All Of Us Strangers A masterpiece as painful as it is comforting By Sidney Schering

A particularly popular thought experiment (also in the movies) is: “ What if I met my parents as peers?” The best-known example: In “ Back to the Future, ” teenager Marty McFly meets his mother, who is the same age, and has to deal with the fact that she starts flirting with him (and therefore ignores his father for the time being). Céline Sciamma's " Petite Maman " is particularly beautiful , in which a primary school student finds a new friend while playing in the forest, who turns out to be the child version of her mother. Based on Taichi Yamada's novel "Summer with Strangers", author filmmaker Andrew Haigh creates a cool, oppressive, sad and beautiful meeting between a man in his early 40s and his parents of the same age. This begins a bittersweet thought game about reuniting with loved ones who have already died, in the course of which “ All Of Us Strangers ” grows into a deadly sad masterpiece that is as oppressive as it is comforting.

TV writer Adam ( Andrew Scott ) is going through a melancholic phase: When he's not staring into space or watching old TV appearances from Frankie Goes To Hollywood ("The Power Of Love"), he's working on an autobiographical script. One night, a chance encounter interrupts Adam's pensive loneliness: he meets the drunken Harry ( Paul Mescal ), who tries to invite himself to Adam's apartment to taste a Japanese whiskey. Adam refuses - but immediately regrets this and then seeks to be close to Harry. A love affair quickly develops, but is put to the test by Adam's childhood trauma: his parents ( Jamie Bell and Claire Foy ) died 30 years ago - but he now meets them again in an inexplicable way in his old hometown. They haven't aged a day - and are therefore pretty much the same age as he is...

Is Andrew Haigh merely illustrating his protagonist's writing process with the encounters between Adam and his parents? Are they visualizations of an inner dialogue that the self-doubting Adam has as he ponders his career or wonders how his parents would have reacted to his sexual orientation? Is Adam going insane? Is something supernatural going on? The director of the queer cult film “ Weekend ” and the arthouse hit “ 45 Years ” allows for various interpretations. In any case, it's much less about the "why?" than about the question of what Adam's ghostly encounters trigger emotionally. This thicket of emotions could hardly be more confused and impenetrable: Adam is a deeply lonely person, initially caught between lazy melancholy and perplexed apathy. As a result, he is a man of few words, which is why it falls to Andrew Scott to often express the overwhelming emotions that arise within him non-verbally. A challenge that drives “ Sherlock ” Moriarty to a career best.

The corner of his mouth twitching uncontrollably upwards signals that, despite all the sadness about the death of his parents, there is also a spark of joy about the unreal reunion. Also telling is the single, heartbreaking tear that slowly forms in his eye while Adam tries to have a calm conversation at his parents' dinner table. The fact that the conversations become increasingly complex and contradictory after the first reunion not only gives Adam a lump in his throat: Adam's mother, who was stuck in the 1980s, reacts to his coming out with worried questions. And Adam's report that he was always the target of bullying at school only elicits a sobering response from his father. Of course, this doesn't leave Adam's view of his parents unaffected. However, they are not so heartless that he can simply come to terms with their loss: Claire Foy (" Conspiracy ") whispers about the prejudices that lie dormant in Adam's mother with an underlying empathy that makes one hope that she would have been more open-minded they continued to have the opportunity to learn through social change.

Queer or Gay

And Jamie Bell's (" Fantastic Four ") look is too distressed by his father's misdeeds to be written off because of long-ago errors in judgment. Through such developments, Haigh confronts us with the realization that loved ones to whom we owe much have often inadvertently given us deep scars. As well as the question of whether we trust them to grow or whether this would just be wishful thinking. The consequences of growing up protected but misunderstood are also expressed in other passages:

Harry may have managed to quickly involve the passive Adam in a relationship with a disarming puppy dog ​​look and bold actions. But if they don't distract themselves from dark thoughts through sensual, tender sex, they lose themselves in sorrowful conversations. For example, about how bad experiences made her question her own identity: Adam identifies as gay because he associates the label “queer” with condescending phrases from his childhood and youth. The younger Harry, on the other hand, describes himself as queer because when he hears the term “gay” he can only think of how he heard it as a swear word for decades.

The fact that Adam and Harry have such introspective conversations shortly after meeting each other suggests that they feel safe and trust each other. But to experience her outside of lovemaking with a thick voice and on the verge of tears diminishes any sense of harmony and is more likely to raise concerns about her well-being. The ghostly imagery, which plays with semi-transparent and distorted reflections, intensifies this emotional knot of confusion, fear, joy, grief, trauma and consolation: Haigh and his cameraman Jamie Ramsay (“ Living ”) turn London into a ghost town, with its ominously underpopulated streets as a result change from comfortable and intimate to disturbing in the blink of an eye. The night blue of many scenes, which almost fades into black, wavers between beguiling and depressing, and the fact that the wandering camera often captures a considerable part of the image out of focus seems both dreamy and nightmarish.

This dance of dreamlike and traumatized intensifies as the running time increases - until bizarre humor, heartbreaking conversations about fear of death and reconciliation, and grotesque, surreal horrors merge seamlessly. Haigh's beguiling, melancholy meditation on coping with grief, the cycle of isolation and the search for closeness is enriched by an intense sound world: heart-shaking cries for help merge into pleasant breathing sounds, while pieces of music by the composer Emilie Levienaise-Farrouch convey calmness, nervousness and relief at the same time. And Adam's childhood and youth hits resound again and again - a specific selection of songs with a general, nebulous effect that, after seeing it, lingers in the ear in a way that is as regrettable as it is comforting.

Conclusion: Cool, beguiling, sad, comforting, beautiful: “All Of Us Strangers” is a hypnotizing, gliding juxtaposition of dream and nightmare, comfort and trauma - a rush of emotions that gets under your skin.'

#All of Us Strangers #Andrew Haigh #Andrew Scottt #Paul Mescal #Claire Foy #Jamie Bell #Fantastic Four #Taichi Yamada #Strangers #Frankie Goes to Hollywood #The Power of Love #Weekend #45 Years #Sherlock #Moriarty #Conspiracy #Jamie Ramsay #Living #Emilie Levienaise-Farrouch

[tragcdysewn]

was that kathryn newton? oh no no, that was just cassandra lang, a canon character from marvel. they are twenty one years old, use she/her, and are aware that they are not actually from washington dc. too bad they can’t stray from this city for long.

how long has your character been here:

five or so years, her actual age is closer to like twenty three

what is your character’s job:

she's a biochem major, and works as an assistant in the research lab at her school. she also does moonlight as a vigilante, using her abilities to stop whatever crimes she can

where has your character been pulled from in their fandom:

she's up to date with the mcu, and has taken some comic influences as well to fill in the blanks!

has any magic affected your character:

nope, she's honestly solid

and any other information you might find useful for us and the other members to know:

like i said, cassie is a kind of mash up of mcu and comics because i adore the young avengers with all my soul, so here we go

she was born with a congenital heart defect, and took medication for it pretty much her whole life, and when she was very young, her father went to jail and her parents divorced. she didn't see her father very often, as her mother ended up with full custody, but she loved both her parents dearly

when her father was released, he became ant-man, and quickly made enemies, leading to her being held hostage by yellowjacket when she was a child, though her father defeated him and saved her, earning a place back in her life in her mother's eyes

she was able to spend time with her dad, growing close with him again up until the blip, when he vanished. she assumed he'd turned to dust, until he reappeared five years later, explaining he'd been stuck in the quantum realm

after everyone returned, cassie became fascinated with the pym particles and the quantum realm. hank allowed her to work in his lab, seeing that she was highly intelligent, and she managed to use the particles to cure her condition, while also unintentionally mutating herself and gaining her father's powers. she didn't tell scott, but designed a suit with hank's help, while also working on a quantum satellite on the side

unfortunately, the signal she sent into the quantum realm managed to reach kang, who opened a portal and forced her and her family inside. she was captured and tortured in an attempt to force her father to ally with kang, though they eventually defeated him, and returned home

cassie is an absolute menace, who uses her abilities for vigilante purposes, but also protesting and civil rights purposes. she's canonically used her tech to shrink down a police car to avoid them clearing out a homeless shelter. the girl has ended up in prison more than once, and she'll probably end up in there again

during her time acting as a superhero, she met up with many other superpowered teenagers, and they formed the young avengers. the rest of them became her family, and they fought together side by side for a while, until cassie was killed by doctor doom

in dc, she's alive again, and continuing her own research on pym particles as well as the properties of the city itself, while using her powers to make an attempt at stopping the disasters that happen around here, or at least saving people where she can

#hw: intro #death mention tw #medical mention tw

[daraoakwise]

Continuing our analysis of all of Uhura’s scenes in the Original Series. 2x21 Patterns of Force and 2x22 By Any Other Name. Nazis and polygons.

2x21 Patterns of Force. Because we always wanted to see Kirk and Spock dressed up as Nazis. 🤮 For the third time this season, we have a more primitive planetary culture being infected by Earth culture and weapons. The Prime Directive is apparently more “guidelines,” eh? Also we get a shirtless Spock and Kirk tied up and whipped, so I hope that doesn’t awaken anything in you.

Uhura’s role is entirely unremarkable in this episode. In in fairly typical opening to set up the story, Uhura is attempting to raise a Federation official stationed on a planet, with no luck contacting him.

We get Uhura again mid-episode, when, while working with the resistance, Kirk and Spock call up to the ship. They have had to fiddle with the communicator to make it happen, and Uhura notes that they aren’t reading them well. Kirk orders her to get McCoy down, dressed as a Nazi doctor. The signal is traced by the Nazis and a search started. Uhura reports that McCoy is having trouble with the uniform. Kirk snaps at her to get McCoy down naked if they have to. And that’s the end of her in this episode

2x22 By Any Other Name. Uhura gets turned into a dodecahedron and I don’t like it. The Enterprise arrives at a planet in response to a distress call. It turns out the distress call was a trap so that an advanced and very alien species, stuck in the Milky Way and in human bodies, can steal the ship and head back to their galaxy in preparation for the conquest of ours.

Uhura first appears when the leader of the aliens tells Kirk that the takeover of the ship has already begun. Uhura is bustling urgently across a very tense bridge; something is penetrating from the planet. She sounds red alert. One of the aliens appears on the bridge and she jumps to her feet and heads toward him. He freezes the whole bridge in their tracks, including Uhura who can only blink when the alien goes to the comm board to contract his other compatriots aboard the ship.

The aliens bring the away team back to the ship, everyone helpless and without choice in the face of the immense power of the aliens. She sits in the background while the ship heads toward and crosses the galactic barrier. She doesn’t know that she is one button-press from death, as Scott and Spock have prepared a way to destroy the ship that Kirk ultimately rejects.

The ships crosses the barrier. The bridge crew checks their instruments and Uhura checks on damage and casualties. The alien commander compliments Kirk on his efficient crew, but then informs him that the crew is redundant and troublesome, and will be neutralized for the journey. He stands in front of Uhura. “We have no need for communication,” he says, and Uhura jerks backward, her arms behind her on her console, and she looks urgently Captain with an expression of panic on her face. She is terrified.

Kirk is helpless as alien uses his reducer to turn Uhura into a chalky shape, the essence of all she is. It can be reversed, but the shape very delicate and its destruction will kill the person. There the dehydrated shape of Uhura sits on her chair. We don’t see her again in this episode, but presumably the Captain restores everyone immediately after he is (naturally) able to save the day with the power of humanity, jealously, and his hot lips.

Uhura’s fear was clear in the moments before she was assaulted. Her consciousness ceased for those hours until Kirk could restore the crew, a kind of death. I’m sure she was tremendously relieved when in her next conscious moment all was safe again.

I wonder who restored her, whose face she saw first, and what they said? It was either Kirk, Spock, McCoy, or Scotty, and those men would have had different reactions of relief and different things to say to her. With no support whatsoever, I think it was Spock, who would have hidden relief that Uhura would see anyway. “Welcome back, Lieutenant. I trust you are well?” Spock would say. And Uhura would give him a shaky smile. “Yes Mr. Spock, thank you,” she might answer, and turn back to her duty as the ship returned to life.

#star trek #uhura #nyota uhura #uhura rewatch #patterns of force #by any other name

[teenageread]

Review: Moon of the Crusted Snow

Synopsis:

With winter looming, a small northern Anishinaabe community goes dark. Cut off, people become passive and confused. Panic builds as the food supply dwindles. While the band council and a pocket of community members struggle to maintain order, an unexpected visitor arrives, escaping the crumbling society to the south. Soon after, others follow.

The community leadership loses its grip on power as the visitors manipulate the tired and hungry to take control of the reserve. Tensions rise and, as the months pass, so does the death toll due to sickness and despair. Frustrated by the building chaos, a group of young friends and their families turn to the land and Anishinaabe tradition in hopes of helping their community thrive again. Guided through the chaos by an unlikely leader named Evan Whitesky, they endeavor to restore order while grappling with a grave decision.

Blending action and allegory, Moon of the Crusted Snow upends our expectations. Out of catastrophe comes resilience. And as one society collapses, another is reborn.

Plot:

Evan has lived in his Anishinaabe community his entire life, and never wants to leave. As a public works worker, his job includes blowing the community roads during the winter, and fixing them in the summer, and working with the community for anything they need. With winter approaching, Evan is using his allotted hunting days to hunt meat for his family so that they can survive throughout the winter. His family included his fiance Nicole, their two children, his parents, his older sister, the town’s elder and Evan’s role model Aileen, and maybe his little brother Cam, as Cam would rather play video games all day than take care of himself. Coming home with a moose, Nicole informs him that the TV signal is out, and in the morning cell phones had also lost reception. This is common, as the community has only been recently hooked up to the hydro grid that allowed things like satellite TV and cell phones to become a thing for this northern community. It was too soon that the power went out. With the connection to the hydro grid dead, the diesel generators in the community center only had enough to get them through February, and that was if everyone conserved power. With trouble brewing, it was not until two young members came back from a town in the south, where things were not looking bright. When a foreigner Scott shows up to the village, seeking refuge and something else, Evan puts his family and community first in these troubled times, hoping to make it out alive, as the death toll from this impossible winter keeps climbing, and hunger sets in on the community.    

Thoughts:

Waubgeshig Rice tells this wild and compelling story on what it takes to survive the north when the power is shut down. Told mainly from the perspective of Evan, but Nicole and Scott each get a chapter or two, you can really see this family man trying to keep his community alive during their hardship. Rice makes this story ominous and haunting with its slow plot that allows you to really sit with the characters, and feel every emotion this community goes through as their entire world changes. Evan as a character does not have much depth to him besides his urge to survive and provide for his family and friends, however, it is a fun character to follow around as he was in on all the actions happening to the community, and had the most amount of interaction with Scott. Rice’s writing was clean and to the point, as where the beginning part of the story was quite slow, Rice quickly picked up the plot and did not let go until the epilogue chapter. This story has a large Indigenous element to it, as the entire story took place on an Indigenous reservation in Northern Ontario (Canada), the community members were all Indigenous, besides Scott and the others he brought with him. This Indigenous element was seen in every action Evan makes throughout the story, why the community allowed foreigners in their time of need, and the language throughout the story. The spoken language is Ojibwe, and where Evan did not know much, he frequently spoke in Ojibwe as a form of greeting, describing an animal, and named his children Ojibwe names. Rice briefly mentions a topic on how alcohol was banned on the reservation, the reason why Indigenous peoples drink, and the guilt associated with alcohol that Evan feels. Rice described the pains of Residential School through its survivor Aileen, and how grateful she is to speak her language and practice her ways without punishment. You can feel the pride Evan has for his community and their belief value throughout the story, and why he hated Scott, not because he was white, but because he did not share the same values Evan did. Even though the story is not long in terms of length, Rice truly makes this a deep story by giving us a cast of characters, and a lot to think about in terms of our own chances of survival.    

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#Moon of the Crusted Snow #Waubgeshig Rice #book review

[bericas]

SCOTT APPRECIATION WEEK (DAY 5) → FAVORITE CONTRAST

peter, as an alpha, killed his niece to gain his power (admittedly in a fugue state, but there is never any significant remorse showed, even in scenes where he mourns his family). he lunges at scott to bite and turn him for his own gain. when he gets down onto scott’s level, it’s to intimidate. when he dies, he dies on the forest floor, burnt alive by the group of teenagers he tormented and his throat slashed by his own nephew after spending his spree as alpha torturing (if not killing) everyone he comes across. when he comes back, he has to do so through torturing and manipulating yet another teenager. he never becomes an alpha again.

scott, as an alpha, showed strength and virtue time and time again, and officially gained his power by breaking through maintain ash to save his mother (and his friends’ dads). he lunges at liam to try to pull him back on the roof, and when that no longer seems like an option, bites and turns him in order to give him a chance at surviving the fall. when he gets down on liam’s level, it’s to comfort. when he dies, he dies in his school library, killed by someone power-hungry after spending his spree as alpha trying to save everyone he comes across. when he comes back, there was never a chance of being left dead; mason tried to resuscitate him and failed, but when scott’s mom shows up, she tries and succeeds. he never stops being an alpha. 

#twedit #scott mccall #scottmccalledit #scottmccallweek #teen wolf #blood tw #death tw #i think the first one counts as #flashing gif tw #anyway i love him. i think abt scott as an alpha every day #bc its not even just peter its every other alpha we see on the show? except for satomi and talia in flashbacks #absolute power corrupts absolutely etc etc but it just makes me insane the way red eyes are almost always used to intimidate in show #and while scott also uses it as a signal of his power when hes signaling varies #like in the last scene when he flashes his red eyes at alec when he says youre not a monster youre a werewolf like me #i was like HELLO WHY ARE YOU TRYING TO SCARE HIM????? #but hes literally scott #and to a baby werewolf its probably comforting actually! to see the power the person who saves you has #like this guy can keep you safe actually! #anyway i love him and the only other Alive alpha we see who isnt a freak is satomi #but also she had to kill to get her eyes actually! so probably she killed another alpha who was a freak #anyway i dont know where im going with this i just love scott

[momentofmemory]

That Sounds Like an Alpha

for @teenwolf-meta​ week, day six: lore

Statistics drawn from this nonexhaustive, but comprehensive, list of howls/roars. Malia has been included as she is part of a pack.

When you think of a wolf, you think of howling. Howling at the moon, howling at each other, howling at their prey and howling at their foe. Werewolves, according to Teen Wolf, are no different. The werewolves howl over eighty times in the series, an average of nine per season, and no one more than Scott—coming in at nearly 38% of all roars. What he uses it for also has the most variety—and his roar can do something no one else’s can.

The werewolf’s howl can be broken down into three distinct categories: offensive, signaling, and Alpha power.

Offensive is the most straightforward roar—simply a wolf announcing its attack—and also the most common. Out of the 80 howls recorded in the chart, 56 of them are offensive—a full 70%. It’s the easiest howl to attempt, as it requires neither pack nor alpha status, and so can be used by any wolf/werecreature.

The second category, which is available to any wolf with a pack, is signaling. Instead of being a warning, this howl is for alerting one’s own pack of their position. Scott is the first wolf to use this howl, as he howls to lure Peter to the school in Heart Monitor (1x06). It’s fitting that Scott is the first here, as signaling defines Scott’s howls: every single one of the nine signaling howl involves Scott, whether it be from him (1x06, 2x08) or to him (3x16, 4x06). Scott’s ideology as an Alpha is built on the importance of pack, and his use of the howl is part of that.

The final category is Alpha power. The traditional use of Alpha power allows Alphas to control their Betas’ shifts. This can either force a shift, as Peter does to Scott in Night School (1x07), and Deucalion to him in Lunar Ellipse (3x12), or pull a Beta out of a shift, as Derek does to Isaac in Shape Shifted (2x02). 

While Alpha roars are typically directed at specific wolves—Derek roaring at Isaac does not affect Scott (2x02), and Deucalion roaring at Scott does not affect Derek (3x12)—we have seen that a roar can affect multiple people at once. When Peter roars at Scott in Night School, forcing him to shift, Jackson also has a visceral reaction as well, although at the time he is unable to shift (1x07). It’s significant that both Scott and Jackson react in agony—it��s a level of asserted power neither of them had asked for. 

Especially in the hands of Alphas like Deucalion and Peter, Alpha power is something to be wary of: a threat used to control others. As Scott is on the receiving end of it multiple times, it’s no wonder he never tries a similar forced shift on any of his Betas.

Instead, Scott makes his roar a way to give people power. We’re told in s2 that wolves are literally stronger when in a pack (2x01), and we’ve seen an Alpha cannibalize his own pack to claim all that power to himself (3x08), but Scott is the first alpha to use his roar to give that power to others. He does so in two ways:

1. Power to the Person.

Even while he’s still a Beta, Scott manages to roar Isaac down from a violent loss of control twice (3x04, 3x05). The immediate reaction from Isaac and the tenor in Scott’s voice clearly indicates Scott is accessing a proto-Alpha version of Alpha power. It’s significant also that when Isaac comes back to himself, he’s doing just that—returning to a state of calm, rather than one of terror. This is the staple of Scott’s Alpha roar: instead of turning people into monsters, it calls people back to themselves.

Once Scott becomes an Alpha, the fullest version of this power manifests. Just like he once calmed Isaac, he’s able to turn Malia back into a human (3x14), help Stiles throw off the nogitsune’s influence (3x22), and call Kira out of her kitsune form (5x17). He’s also roaring when he breaks free of the Berserker mask—Liam has just reminded Scott that he’s a werewolf, not a monster, and so Scott is roaring himself back to humanity in this moment (4x12). This ability works for any member of his pack—wolf, coyote, kitsune, human, and himself—because they are all pack.

2. Power to the Pack.

As well as using his roar to free his pack, Scott uses it to empower his pack. When Scott roars in 3b’s More Bad than Good, Malia turns back into a human, but Isaac also gains the strength to break free of the bear trap, and Stiles and Lydia seem rejuvenated with hope. This howl also features later on s5’s Amplification, when Scott’s howl gives Liam the strength to push past the electrical batons, both Malia and Kira receive a rush of power as seen in the sudden flash of their eyes, and Stiles is visibly affected even from a distance.

This form of howl is less a new category, so much as it is all the previous three categories put together. It’s an offensive howl, encouraging them to keep fighting. It’s an Alpha’s howl, giving them the strength to keep fighting with. And it’s a signaling howl, reminding them of what they’re fighting for. It’s the embodiment of what an Alpha, and what a pack, is supposed to do.

#scott mccall #teen wolf #teen wolf meta #twmeta #twmetaweek2022

[quicksilverownsmysoul]

Sparks Pt. 4

Summary: Peter Maximoff comes back after a weekend at home to find Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters crowded and booming with noise. He decides to investigate and finds out that it's orientation day for new students. He sees you and immediately is head over heels, but in his attempts to impress you he embarrasses himself beyond belief and runs off before you can even introduce yourself.

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All the new students chatted excietley among themselves wondering what you guys were being called to the garden for. There were only a handful of you guys about 20 or so but when it comes to mutants that number was massive. You too were excited to find out what was going on, you tried your best to ignore the slight feeling of embarrassment you had, you had almost told Peter you thought he was cute. A part of you was relieved that Jubilee had spared you of a possible rejection but the other half wondered what his reaction would have been. 

“What ya thinking ‘about?” You felt yourself jump up at the sudden noise, scaring Jubilee who was holding onto your arm. You whipped your head to the side to see Peter standing there leaning on Kurt’s shoulder. Kurt pushed him off and went behind you squeezing next to Jubilee muttering about how everyone took advantage of his powers and never thanked him. You shot him a smile as he passed by and he returned it. If only you could have seen the way Peter’s disappeared for a moment, before snapping right back when you turned to face him again. 

He opened his mouth to say something but was interrupted by Professor X pulling up at the front of the crowd. “Thank you all for coming, I hope you have all met your roommates and hopefully were able to get acquainted before I interrupted you all. Well before Peter interrupted you all.” Everyone laughed and Peter gave a little bow and waved like he was the queen of england. “So what we will be doing is a display of abilities for our new students.” Everyone started whispering at this but Professor X put his hand up as a signal for silence. “I know it can be unnerving especially if you still can’t fully control your powers. But this will give me and the students here a chance to see what your abilities are and what your skill level is at. That way I can assign you to the appropriate classes and you can find students with similar powers or struggles to help you while you are here at this school.” He smiled at the crowd, hoping to ease their nervousness. “When you come up give us a short introduction and then a small display of your powers. Who would like to go first?” The crowd fell silent, everyone absolutely hated the idea of telling the whole school about yourself and then showing your powers. “Come on now, one of you has to get it started.” 

“(y/n) wants to go!” Peter blurted out. 

“Excellent,” Xavier exclaimed. “Come on up Dear.”

Your eyes widened, shaking your head rapidly back and forth. Peter reached for your hand and gave it a little squeeze pulling you closer so he could whisper in your ear. “It’s better if you go first, you get it out of the way and you don't have that feeling of dread while everyone else is going.” You gave him a skeptical look, he gave you a reassuring smile. You yielded and gave him a quick nod. The crowd parted to make way for you as you awkwardly walked to the front. “Hi my name is (y/n) (y/l/n). I am 19 years old and I enjoy painting and I really like movies.” You felt your hands shaking slightly. You always hated doing these introductions, and it wasn't helping that the crowd was so quiet. 

“I love movies!” Peter shouted, easing the tension. You looked up from your feet to see his beaming face. “Do you like Karate Kid!” You laughed, as did the crowd. You were grateful that he was trying to make you feel more comfortable. 

“Yeah I like Karate kid.” You responded. 

“Do you like Daniel or Johnny!?” He shouted again. “Cause I personally prefer-”

“Peter!” Xavier interrupted, glaring at him. “Stop.” 

“This conversation isn't over!” Everyone continued to laugh at Peter’s antics, the feeling of nervousness you had had was long gone. 

“Anyway,” Professor X did his best to redirect the conversation back to what it was originally intended to be. “If you don’t mind Ms. (y/l/n), show us what your abilities are. 

“Yeah okay.” You gave him a nervous smile and took a deep breath. “My powers aren’t all that strong. But I don’t mind,” You looked around for how to display your power, it was getting dark in the garden, there were lights in the garden but they were very dull and gave off very little light. You held your hands out slightly, a soft light surrounded your hands and you flicked your wrist up. The small action caused light to pour from the lamp posts, illuminating the whole garden and allowing everyone to see clearly. You could now see Peter beaming at you, his smile the brightest thing in the garden. “I can manipulate electricity.” You explained letting the lights dim slightly. “It’s a weaker version of the power so I can’t actually wield electricity and form it into what I want, but I can affect things that require it.” You made the lights dance softly and flicker on and off. “I can also do this other thing but I need a volunteer.” You admitted face burning with a slight embarrassment. You don't really like showing off. 

“I’ll do it!” Kurt’s hand shot up in the air, he beat Peter to volunteering. His hand was paused slightly before he lowered it. Jubilee shot Peter a knowing look at seeing his disappointed face. He avoided her gaze. Kurt poofed form where he was to the front of the crowd right next to you. You wave the smoke away and take his hand in yours. As soon as they connect a slight shock goes through you to him and Kurt’s hair stands comply on edge from the electric shock. “This is amazing!” You giggled at his reaction and he gave you a toothy smile. Peter formed look at you and the way you looked at lane another, from here it was hard to tell if it was one of admiration or one of affection. An unknown feeling settled into Peter’s chest as he watched you two hold hands. Something he couldn't quite place. 

“I can send electric charges to people that I come in contact with.” You explained. “It can range anywhere from a small shock out of nerves or a full on electrical shock, with the same power that a defibrillator can distribute.” You let go of Kurt’s hands and his hair fell back down. “If I can control it then the power wears off when I stop touching them but if it's out of nerves or shock it may leave their hair standing up.” Peter remembered how his hair had stayed on end when you had held his hand.

“Thank you (y/n). That is a very fascinating power. “Xavier gave you a gentle smile and you returned it before making your way back to Jubilee. She complimented your powers and said that you guys were meant to be friends and roommates because your powers were similar. Professor X called up another student and they gave a quick display similar to yours. It went on until everyone had gone and you were at least familiar with one another. Professor dismissed you guys yet again and informed you that dinner would be served in the hall. Tonight's meal was going to be grilled cheese and tomato soup. 

“Grilled cheese?” Jubilee whined. “I’m so sick of grilled cheese they serve the same food every week.” Jubilee looked around to make sure nobody was near. “What do you say we get some real food?”

“But I thought we weren't allowed to leave campus.” You questioned.

“That’s just a suggestion, if you can find a way out who says you have to stay.” Peter said pushing himself between you two, hands slung over both of yours shoulders. Jubilee shrugged him off and he settled for just having his arms around you pulling you even closer in a side hug. “Let us show ya some fun newbie.” 

You bit your lip debating it. While you were thinking Kurt and two other students made their way over to you all. You remembered the guy and the girl from the earlier demonstration from the x-men. It was Scott and Jean. 

“What are you guys talking about?” Scott asked as he came closer. 

“Prison break.” Peter answered. “That is if (y/n) here agrees to letting us show her a good time. The x-men way.” All eyes were on you awaiting your response. A wave of excitement rushed over you.

“Alright let’s do it!” They all cheered. 

“I’ll drive!” Peter shouted. 

“No!” everyone yelled back, you let out a laugh. This was going to be fun.

I hope y’all enjoyed this chapter! Peter was interrupted before he got to say if he liked Johnny or Daniel from Karate kid? Who do you think he prefers 👀 who do you prefer ? I’m a Johnny girl myself

#peter maximoff #peter maximoff x reader #peter maximoff x you #peter maximoff fanart #peter maximoff fluff #peter maximoff headcanon #peter maximoff x y/n #peter maximoff fanfiction #marvel #quicksilver #evan peters #quicksilver xmen #marvel fanfiction #jubilee xmen #xmen fanfiction #quicksilver xmen x reader #kurt wagner x reader #kurt wagner #evan peters fanfiction

[maxineswritingcenter]

You Saved Me - Derek Hale x fem!reader part 11

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As soon as I walked into the veterinarian office, I felt it. Like a total drain of my muscles and my head started to hurt. 

“Mountain ash.” Dr. Deaton said as he came out from around the corner, “It weakens werewolf abilities so they cannot shift their form.” 

“That would explain it.” I smiled, shoving my hands in my pockets. 

“How can I help you, (Y/N).” He knew my name.

I squinted at him, “Have we met?” 

“We have, but you wouldn’t remember. You were here with some minor injuries and your parents weren’t sure if you were going to turn and just in case…the hospital found something interesting.” He said, a small smile on his face, “But I see you have finally turned.” 

I nodded, “Yeah, but I don’t know how.” 

“I believe I may have an answer.” He pulled out a book from the front desk. It was a dark leather bound book, its pages were brown with age. 

“It was a spell used by werewolf clans that were being hunted hundreds of years ago, in France, Scotland, England. In some cases, werewolf hunters would test werewolves in their human form with Mountain ash, rendering them unconscious. Et obscuratus lupum. Wolf Eclipse.” I looked at the book, seeing a drawing of what looked like a child, half human, half wolf. 

“Parents would perform this spell to cloak their child from hunters. The Mountain ash wouldn’t affect them and they would be spared and safe until they could transform. This spell would also remove any memories of werewolf behavior from beyond that point so they couldn’t give away the rest of the clan by accident.” 

I looked down at the desk, “But why now? Why did I turn now? And why am I an alpha? I’ve never killed anyone.” 

“As for your turning now, many children are given back their power by their parents. Or if their parents were killed, they usually don’t unless something triggers the change - high stress, fear, terror, torture. But I can’t explain the alpha part, the only people who could were your parents.” 

-

“Derek? Derek!” Isaac’s voice echoed through the building. 

“What’s wrong?” Derek turned away from what he was doing. Isaac looked frantic and scared. 

“My dad… I think he’s dead…”

“What did you do?” Derek asked firmly. 

“That’s the thing…It wasn’t me.”

I woke up on the couch. Not the best place to sleep all night. 

I sat up and cracked my back, twisting from side to side. I shuffled into the kitchen, seeing Uncle Noah already there. 

“Morning, kiddo.” He said, sipping his coffee. He went with the dark roast this morning. Bitter. Something serious had happened. 

“Morning.”

“We found Lydia, I don’t know if you heard.” He said. 

I nodded, “Of course, talk of the town. Stiles is gonna get an A in economics.” 

He shook his head, a small smile on his face. He was still slightly sleepy, meaning I could probably get something out of him about what’s making him leave this early. 

“What’s going on?”

He yawned and raised his eyebrows. He looked around the corner then back to me, “Promise you won’t tell Stiles. And I’m only telling you because it involves one of your players.”

“Isaac?” I asked, “Is he okay?” Uncle Noah narrowed his eyes at me, clearly confused how I knew. 

“I had my own questions about his home life. A guess.” 

“Well we found his dad dead this morning. Mauled to death in his car in an alleyway.”

“Mauled?” Great… This is exactly what we needed with this hunter situation going around. Didn’t Derek tell Isaac that humans were off limits, especially right now? Isaac didn’t seem like the type, but if he was getting abused, maybe he couldn’t take it anymore. 

“Yeah, not pretty. Oh, by the way.” He rifled through the mail, “This came for you at the station.” It was a brown envelope. It had multiple stamps and postmarks. The text was written in old English calligraphy. 

“The Lunar Circle.” I shook my head, “Never heard of it.” I looked at the return address, “Scotland?” 

“I guess so.” He looked at his watch, “Alright, gotta go.” He kissed the top of my head, making his way out the door. 

-

I got into the locker room later than usual, but in time to watch Scott and Stiles stare at a chain that was falling out of Stiles’ locker. Coach walked between the two of them, staring at the chain as it finished pooling on the floor. 

“Part of me wants to ask… the other part says knowing will be more disturbing than anything I could ever imagine. So, I’m gonna walk away.” Before I could speak to the two, Coach slipped the blind fold onto my eyes, the elastic slapping the back of my head. 

“Good looking out.” I nodded vaguely in his direction. Stiles shoved a bag in my hands, Scott and Stiles started shoving the chain into it and froze, Scott tensed up. 

Another scent. Someone like us. 

“There’s another in here.” Scott said. 

“Another what?” Stiles asked. 

“Another werewolf.” 

Once the players were on the field, Stiles pulled me aside. 

“Alright, switch Scott with Danny for goal and then you use your sniffer on the guys on the bench.” 

I raised my eyebrows at him, still not over what he said the other day. 

He stared for a minute, then closed his eyes, “The silent treatment, really?” 

I smiled slyly, nodding. 

“Oh my god.” He groaned, “Look, I’m sorry. I know you’re just trying to protect me. I get it. We can have this conversation later, please.” 

I thought about it for a minute, then nodded, “Fine. I’ll go tell Coach.” I found Finstock and told him. 

“Why would I want McCall in goal? McCall is co-captain. He needs to play offense.” 

“That’s true, but what happens when Danny gets hurt during a match. Are you gonna put in someone from second line or someone with those reflexes?” He stared for a minute, thinking about what I just said. 

“Think about it like this. Danny’s out, it’s tied and we are ten seconds from overtime. Who are you putting in? Second line or McCall.” 

He nodded and chuckled, “Good thinking.” He turned back to the other players and blew his whistle, “Let’s go! Line up!” Players made their way onto the field, “Faster! Make daddy proud.” Daddy… I hate it. I scanned the line up, there was number fourteen at the end - Isaac. 

Coach blew the whistle again, signaling the drills to start. Scott ran from the goal, tackling the player. Scott was many things. Subtle was not one of them. 

“McCall!” Coach shouted, his eyes wide and his hair seemed even wilder. 

“Yeah?”

“Usually, the goalie stays somewhere within the vicinity of the actual goal.”

“Yes, Coach.”

“Let’s try it again!”

“What the hell, man?” The player shouted. His name was…  Matt Daehler if I remembered correctly. 

Coach blew the whistle again, throwing another ball into play. Again, Scott knocked the next player down. 

“McCall!” Coach called again, “The position’s goalkeeper, not goal-abandoner!’

“Sorry, Coach…”

“Let’s go!” He blew the whistle. Again, Scott knocked the next man down. 

“Stiliniski!” Coach pulled Stiles up by his helmet. Stiles stood up from the bench on the other side of me, “What the hell is wrong with your friend?”

“Uh, he’s failing two classes, he’s a little socially awkward, and if you look close enough, his jawline is kinda uneven.” Stiles said in a rush. 

Coach and I turned heads to the side, looking at McCall. Was his jaw always crooked? Had I not noticed in all of this time?

“That’s interesting.” He said, dropping Stiles' helmet. Scott knocked over Danny next, landing on top of him. Danny was having a good year so far. 

“McCall!” Coach shouted, clearly frustrated, “You come out of that goal one more time, and you’ll be doing suicide runs ‘til you die! It’ll be the first ever suicide run that actually ends in a suicide! Got it?” 

“Yes, Coach.”

“Yeah!” Coach glared. 

Jackson looked at Scott warily, “Uh, Coach, my shoulder’s hurting… I’m gonna-I’m gonna sit this one out…” He watched out of the line and onto the bench. What’s gotten into him? Besides not the bite. Scott ran forward at Isaac. But instead of Scott taking him down, they both collided and fell to the ground. That’s when I saw Scott pause, he found his werewolf. 

“Dad?” Stiles asked. I turned around, seeing Uncle Noah and two other officers heading towards the field. They must have been coming to bring Isaac in for questioning. 

“Don’t tell them…Please don’t tell him.” I heard Isaac say. 

-

I stayed back with the rest of the team while Finstock was talking to Uncle Noah. Scott was listening in on the conversation. 

“His father’s dead. They think he was murdered.” Scott said. 

Stiles looked at me, “Is that what you and my dad were talking about this morning?”

“There may have been something Uncle Noah told me not to tell you.” I grinned innocently. 

“Come on…” Stiles sighed, “Are they saying he’s a suspect?”

“I’m not sure. Why?”

“Because they can lock him in a holding cell for twenty-four hours…”

“Like, overnight?”

“Those generally are the same amount of time, yes.” I said. 

“During the full moon.” The full moon. Not only would it be Isaac’s first turn, it was going to be mine. 

“Crap.” I mumbled. 

“How good are these holding cells at holding people?”

“People? Good. Werewolves? Probably not that good.” Stiles said grimly.

“Stiles, remember when I said I don’t have the urge to maim and kill?”

“Yeah…”

“He does.” How Scott could tell that, I couldn’t tell. Because I didn’t get that vibe.

-

I made my way through the hall, seeing Uncle Noah in the hall outside the principal's office. 

“What’s going on?” I asked, not seeing Isaac near. 

“We’re interviewing Jackson Whittemore. He’s Isaac’s neighbor, we’re just trying to see if he knows anything. I’m just waiting to meet the new principal.” 

“New principal?” I asked. Right after I spoke, the door opened. And there stood Gerard Argent. I tried to hide my shock when I saw him, since the last time I saw him I watched him cut someone in half. 

“Sheriff Stilinski, I’m terribly sorry to keep you waiting. Just a phone call from one of my teachers.” He said in his brogue, he turned to me, “And Miss (Y/N), assistant coach for our lacrosse team. I have been anxious to meet you.” He held out his hand. Oh, he was anxious? Yeah definitely. 

I blinked, a small smile on my face, “It’s good to meet you as well. I apologize for my shock, I was not aware that you had been hired.” I shook his hand. His hands felt cold, like the ice in his heart spread through his veins. 

“I understand. It was quite unexpected. But I am excited to get started.” He played his role well. An older man happy to help and be accommodating to his new surroundings. I knew the truth though, and it terrified me. But I needed to lay low and stay on his good side for right now. He declared war, no longer following the code and Chris couldn’t stop him like he stopped Kate. 

“Of course. I’m excited to work with you too, Mr…?”

“Argent.”

“Oh like Allison. She’s such a sweet girl, I always see her at games.” 

“She became a fan.” He nodded. In the distance, I could hear Jackson’ walking down the hall. How did I know it was Jackson? His brand new shoes squeaked.

“Well, I gotta head out. Delivery came to the front office for the team. Pearls and crosses. It was good meeting you, Principle Argent.” 

“Please, call me Gerard.” He smiled. 

I grinned and nodded, “Gerard.” I looked at Uncle Noah, “I’ll see you tonight.”  I made my way towards the front office, glad that the hunter couldn’t hear my heart beating out of my chest. 

“You okay?” Derek’s voice echoed in my head. 

I sighed, taking a deep breath, “No. They took Isaac into lock up, Gerard is the principal, and I am going to turn tonight whether I want to or not and I’m scared.”

“We’ll talk.” 

-

I sat on the front steps, looking over the envelope. The Lunar Circle. Was this something my parents were involved in? Just as I was about to open the envelope, I got a text from Scott to meet him and Derek at Isaac’s house. 

So I met them there, looking up at the sky. I had already cracked all of my knuckles so now I just was wearing a hole in my shoe from tapping. 

“Are you alright?” Scott asked. 

“I don’t know, Scott, were you okay when you turned the first time? Because I can recall you almost killing me the last time.” My eyes flashing red.

“Hey, I apologized for that.” Scott defended himself. 

“(Y/N), look at me.” Derek stood in my line of vision. The red left my eyes and I sighed. 

“Sorry, I’m just… anxious.” I clenched and unclenched my hands. 

We snuck into the Lahey household, making our way down to the basement. 

“If Isaac didn’t kill his father, who did?” Scott asked as Derek led us through the house. Derek moved slowly, keeping a flashlight beam ahead. 

“I don’t know yet.” 

“Then how do you know he’s telling the truth?”

“Because I trust my senses. And it’s a combination of them.” He looked at Scott over his shoulder, “Not just your sense of smell.” 

“You saw the lacrosse thing today?” Scott asked sheepishly. 

“So you saw him tackle and sniff everyone on the field, his big plan.” I added.

“Yeah.” Derek said plainly. 

“Did it look bad?” 

“Yeah.” Derek and I said together. Derek opened the door and we all looked down to the bottom of the basement, Scott and Derek’s eyes lit up the space a little, enough to see what was below. There were the usual things - chairs, dust bunnies, boxes.

“You wanna learn?” Derek asked, “Start now.”

“What’s down there?”

“Motive.” We started down the stairs. 

“And what are we looking for?”

“Follow your senses.” Derek said. I strayed from the group, seeing dust covered toys and games, covered with age and gray. It looked like a normal basement, but it felt like something terrible had happened here. Derek took my hand in his, pulling me back to them. 

“What happened down here?” Scott asked. 

“The kind of thing that leaves an impression.” Derek said in a low voice. It was kind of creepy, in addition to the spider web covered basement. As we went further into the basement, we saw chains hanging from the wall. My heart sank. I took Derek’s flashlight and lit up the floor, there were groove marks in the floor. Scott bent down and placed his fingers within the groove. Scratches in the cement floor. My attention was brought to a large freezer in the corner of the with a rusted padlock. The energy radiating from the cooler made my heart drop into my stomach. 

“Open it.” Derek told Scott as we stood in front of it. Scott took off the lock and lifted up the lid of the freezer. My mouth fell open in shock, tears burning at my eyes. Scratch marks, covering the entire inside of the freezer. The worst were the rust covered marks, meaning that Isaac was so desperate to fight his way to freedom that his fingers bled. I turned away from the freezer, feeling nauseous. Leaning over, my hands on my knees. 

“This is why he said yes to you?” Scott asked. 

“Everyone wants power.” 

“If I help you, you have to stop. You can’t just go around turning people into werewolves!” Scott had a point. It was dangerous to be a werewolf right now. That’s why my parents did that ritual on me. 

“I can if they’re willing.” 

“Did you tell Isaac about the Argents? About being hunted?”

“Yes, and he still asked.” 

“Then he’s an idiot!” Scott shouted. 

I stood back up and stared at Scott, “An idiot? He’s been tortured his whole life, Scott, and he’s the idiot for trying to save himself.” There was a growl in my voice as my anger rose. Derek put a hand on my arm.

“You’re the idiot dating Argent’s daughter.” Scott looked shocked at Derek’s words, “Yeah, I know your little secret. And if I know, how long do you think it’s gonna take for them to find out?”

Derek grabbed Scott by the shoulder, “You saw what happens to an omega. With me, you learn how to use all your senses. With me, you learn control.” He lifted Scott’s clawed hand, “Even on a full moon.” Seeing Scott’s hands, I lifted mine and saw the claws had grown in. I hadn’t even felt them come out. 

Scott pulled his hand away, “If I’m with you, I lose her.” 

“You’re gonna lose her anyway. You know that.” 

I shook my head, thinking about the night Peter was killed. The look in Allison’s eyes as she shot arrows into Derek and I was cold, no emotion at all. “Scott, don’t you remember what happened? She shot us down.” 

“That wasn’t her, that was Kate.” He defended her, like a love sick puppy. 

“Was it? You didn’t get to see her when Kate brought her down to that cellar and watched as Derek got electrocuted, over and over. She did nothing to stop her, she knew it was wrong but she didn’t stop her. Allison’s loyalties are never going to be with us.” My voice was calm but the shaking was starting to take over. It felt like my chest was going to burst at any moment. Even my gums ached. 

“Come on.” Derek said softly in my ear. He escorted me to the stairs, a gentle hand on the small of my back. 

“Wait!” We turned back to face Scott, “I’m not part of your pack… but I want him out. He’s my responsibility too.”

“Why? Because he’s one of us?” 

“Because he’s innocent.”

-

I sat in the parking lot of the Sheriff’s office, tapping my fingers on the steering wheel. I can’t do this. How can I help break Isaac out of jail when I can’t even keep myself in control. I shouldn’t be around people. I shouldn’t be around Stiles or anyone else in the deputy department. I jumped when I heard the knocking at my window. Derek and Stiles stood there, looking a little concerned. I opened my door and got out, sticking close to Derek. If anyone could stop me from attacking Stiles it was him. 

“Okay. Now, the keys to every cell are in a password-protected lock-box in my father’s office. The problem is getting past the front desk.” Stiles stared at me like I was from Mars, “I gotta tell ya, I don’t think I’m going to get used to the red eyes anytime soon.”

“Yeah, me either.” My voice had a growl too, quickly shutting my mouth. 

“Well, there goes plan A. Letting you distract the front desk.” I glanced inside, seeing a woman sitting there, sipping her coffee. 

“I’ll distract her.” Derek said, turning towards the building. 

“Whoa, whoa, whoa.” Stiles grabbed onto Derek’s jacket and pulled him back., “You? You’re going in there?” Derek eyed Stiles hand, then Stiles, telling him to get his hands off of him in his usual way - without words.

“I’m takin’ my hand off.” Stiles quickly pulled his hand away. 

“I was exonerated.”

“You’re still a person of interest.”

“An innocent person.” 

“Ah-” Stiles blew out air, “You? Yeah right.” He sighed, “What’s your plan?”

“To distract her.” Derek said impatiently. 

Stiles nodded, “Ahuh, how? By punching her in the face?” 

Derek let out a fake laugh, “By talking to her.” 

“Is he even charming?” Stiles looked at me. Derek looked at me expectantly while I thought for a minute. 

“Compared to when I first met him, he’s very charming.” I smiled awkwardly. 

Stiles rubbed his temples, “Okay. Alright. Give me a sample. What are you gonna open with?” Derek only stared. 

“Dead silence. That should work beautifully. Any other ideas?” Stiles asked sarcastically.

“I’m thinking about punching you in the face.” Derek said snidely. Once Stiles agreed, we made our way towards the station but before we went in, I pulled Derek aside. 

“I can’t do this.” I looked up at the moon, “My body feels like it's going to fall apart and I feel so angry and-” 

“Just hold out a little longer.” He placed a hand on my cheek, “As soon as we get Isaac out, I’m gonna bring you somewhere where you can let it all out and you won’t hurt anyone. But right now I need you to get inside and make sure nothing happens to Isaac. There’s a hunter in there who’s going to kill him.” 

“Okay, I’ll try.” 

Derek led the way into the station, Stiles and I stayed low to avoid the deputy. 

“Good evening, how can I help-” She paused, looking up at Derek, “you?”

Derek gave her a thousand watt smile, “Hi.”

“Hi.” The woman said with a little tremble in his voice. She leaned on the desk. 

“Um, I had a question…” he chuckled, “Um, sorry, I-I’m a little thrown. I wasn’t expecting someone…”

“Like me?” She asked. 

“Oh, I was going to say ‘so incredibly beautiful’, but yeah, I guess that’d be the same thing.” Derek said sheepishly. Stiles stared at Derek’s back in disbelief. I shoved his side. He shook his head and we crawled down the hall to uncle Noah’s office. 

Once inside, Stiles used a code on a keypad on the wall that opened a small hatch. It was empty inside. In the next room we heard the jingling of keys.

“Oh no…” Stiles and I ran towards the source of the noise, getting closer and closer to the cells. On our way there we were stopped short by a deputy. 

“Oh, sorry,” Stiles apologized, “Just lookin’ um…” I looked over the deputy, then I saw it - an arrow sticking out of his leg. I hit Stiles' side. He looked down, then back up at the deputy. 

“Ah shhh-'' We tried to run for it but he grabbed us, pressing his hands over our mouths so we couldn’t scream. I wanted to rip his hand off with my teeth but that would be putting Stiles in danger and outting myself as a werewolf to a hunter if he got away. As we were dragged back towards the cells, Stiles pulled the fire alarm. 

Once in the cells, he threw Stiles and I into one of them. I clenched my fists together tightly, desperately trying not to turn. Sharp teeth poking at my lips. Stiles grabbed my arm, bringing my attention to the other cell, the empty cell. Isaac was loose. The hunter’s shout brought us back to see him being attacked by Isaac. He pinned the hunter to an examination table, then threw him against a wall. The hunter struggled but got up, trying to stab Isaac with a syringe but Isaac grabbed his arm and broke it. Isaac slammed the hunter’s head into the wall, he fell, dropping the syringe. 

Derek came into the room shortly after, stepping on the syringe. The sound of glass breaking turned Isaac’s attention to us. His yellow eyes took us in, his fangs and claws sharp. He stalked forward towards us. I shoved Stiles behind me, baring my fangs at Isaac as he came closer. Derek’s roar broke Isaac out of his trance, making him fall to the floor and scramble to the corner. He looked up from the wall, looking more human. He was trembling in fear. 

“How did you do that?” Stiles asked, trying to catch his break. 

“I’m the alpha.” Derek smirked, his eyes red. 

Ignoring the trembling the best I could, I walked over and kneeled beside Isaac. He was breathing heavily, eyes darting around the room like he was expecting someone to show up. 

“Isaac.” his eyes focused on me, “Let’s get you home.” I smiled and held out my hand.

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Everything Will Be Fine (Gender-Neutral Reader)

Word Count:797

Warnings: lowkey bad writing but oh well

Lowkey based off of a dream I had, that’s probably why it isn’t that good haha

Reader has a type of emotion manipulation--which I only show at the beginning and end--and can increase a persons powers by touching them--like if she was touching Kurt then he could take a person anywhere, even if he has never seen it--reader can also decrease/take away their powers--taking away can only last for 5 minutes 

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“You know I’ll never leave you speedy.”

Peter held onto Y/N as they whispered that, he sniffed, “I know. I don’t know why it happened.”

“How often has this happened?”

“It used to be every once and a while, usually after missions, but now it’s every night almost.”

They ran their hands through the boys silver hair. “Peter, I promise to be here, with you, all the time.”

“I know, I know. It’s just a nightmare.”

“You know I could help. Maybe keep you calm.”

“I don’t want you to use your power over something so small and unimportant.”

They smiled at him softly, “Nothing when it comes to you is small. All of it is important. I love you and never want anything to happen to you.”

He smiled finally, “Fine, but only if you want to.” They kissed the top of his head and placed their hands on the sides of his head and focused on calming him down. They listened as they heard his heart slow down to his normal fast pace when he was awake. Then they slowed it down to when he’s asleep. They heard him yawn and he leaned into them. They finally pulled away when they heard the surprisingly soft snores.

They moved and laid him back down. They laid next to him, head falling onto his chest, eyes staring at the pitch black ceiling. They had no idea that he had been having nightmares. They felt a little betrayed that he never told them. Especially since he had them every night. They wished he would tell them what happened in it to make him so shaken. They never wanted to breach his privacy but they considered talking to the Professor and ask him to see. Or maybe ask Jean. They sighed and curled up closer to him deciding that he would tell them eventually.

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Y/N stood next to Scott, hand on his shoulder waiting for Raven’s signal. They saw it and they closed their eyes focusing for a quick second. “Now Scott.” He placed his hand on his visor but nothing shot out. He turned his head and saw Y/N frozen in place. Their normal plain look was replaced with a look of fear. He turned around and gasped when he saw just who he was supposed to shoot at was standing, holding Y/N’s head, keeping them steady. “Let them go.”

They only smirked, “Now why would I do that?”

Scott noticed Hank out of the corner of his eye and smirked back, “It was either that or this. But I would prefer this.” Hank tackled the person and Y/N gasped before collapsing. 

However, Peter ran to Y/N before they fully made it to the ground. He held them, “Hey, I got you.” They slowly lifted their head up, “You okay?”

They nodded, “Yeah, I’m fine.” He helped them up and they turned to Scott, “Sorry for when they come back.”

He shrugged, “It can’t be any worse than getting them.”

They laughed, “You say that.”

Raven and Hank came back holding the person by their arms. The choker around their neck indicated that they were retracted of their powers for the time being.

“Less damage zan normal.”

“Only because Y/N here took away your powers instead of making them stronger.”

“I said I was sorry!”

Jean smiled and wrapped her arm around Y/N’s shoulders, “Ororo knows that. She was just joking.”

Y/N smiled too, “I know.”

The team walked back to the jet, everyone’s back turned away from the scene they came from. No one noticing the broken wood flying towards them. That was until Y/N stopped when they felt it fly into them. They looked down and let in a shaky breath. They collapsed onto the ground from pain. Everyone ran over and Peter grabbed them. But as they had collapsed the wood had flown out of them. Jean was the first to notice and she looked around. Soon everyone but Peter did. He stayed where he was, holding Y/N in his arms, tears falling from his eyes.

Y/N raised a shaky hand to Peter’s face, “H-hey, don’t cry.” They wiped away a few tears and he grabbed the hand lightly and held it in his. “Peter--”

“Please don’t.”

“Don’t what?”

“Don’t leave. I-I can’t survive that. Please.”

He felt them slowly go limper and he just held onto them even tighter. Neither said anything as he held them in his arms. No one even acknowledged their presence as they watch the scene unfold. They watched silently as they saw their friend die. No one even catching the final words. Just his screams. they had they would have heard the words whispered to the speeder not even 24 hours earlier.

“You know I’ll never leave you speedy.”

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No Escape (Theo Raeken x Fem! Reader)

Genre: Fluff and smut

Gif creds: @curlsinthewind

Word Count: 1,013

Summary: Reader has a nightmare and Theo is there to comfort her with more than just his words.

Warning: 18+, Smut, maybe some swear words, Theo is a little OOC

Request: @theshyprincess Can I get another Theo smut with a biracial reader where the reader has a nightmare and Theo comforts her and they end up making love ❤️

A/N: I feel like this is the best work I have done so far, granted I have only done three imagines so far, but oh well. I hope you enjoy. In this one I also could not find an appropriate way to bring up the bi-racial reader, so I think I might dedicate one to to either a bi-racial reader or POC reader in the best way possible. I am also not super well versed in other races, as I am white, so I want to make sure I go about it in the right way without accidentally offending anyone.

You were running as fast as you could. No matter which direction you turned, another doctor appeared, there was no escape. 

“Theo! I know you’re out there!” You called out for your boyfriend, getting no response you called out again. “Theo, please help me!” 

That is when you heard your boyfriend, he was laughing.

“Y/N, darling, I am not going to help you.’ He said as he stepped out of the shadows next to The Surgeon.

One doctor approached you from behind and grabbed you. You tried to fight him off, you tried screaming, and biting, but you could not shake the menacing doctor off of you.

“Theo, why are you doing this?!” You cried to what you thought was your boyfriend.

You watched your boyfriend shit into his wolf form and he walked up to you.

“Because, Y/N, if i wanted to help you, I would have already, but due to the fact that I haven’t, I don’t want to.” He said in a sadistic tone, one that you have only heard him use towards Scott, not you, never you. “I’m simply sending a message to Scott, he could either willingly let one of my pack take his power so I can take it from them, or I can kill those who he thinks I care for to show him nothing will stand in the way of me getting the power. Nothing!” Theo shouted as The Surgeon handed him a syringe.

“Theo, what are you doing?!” You screamed as he walked up to you with the needle, placing it on your neck.

“Like I said, Y/N, sending a message.” 

That was the last thing you heard before you woke up gasping for air.

Theo immediately shot up from his slumber and looked at you. “What’s happening? Are you choking? Dying?” He asked frantically, getting ready to give you the heimlich maneuver.

You looked over at Theo, holding a hand over your heart. “You idiot, if I was dying, I would probably already be dead.” You said almost light heartedly.

“Uh. Okay then? What happened, nightmare?” He asked while sitting up halfway to look at you.

“Yeah...You killed me!” You shouted at the boy who had just widened eyes. “Don’t look so shocked!” You said with tears in your eyes from the dream.

“I am shocked!” He laughed, not understanding you were genuinely scared from the dream.

“In my psych class, they said dreams are what our subconscious is trying to tell us and I think my subconscious is trying to tell me that you are going to kill me!” You crossed your arms.

“Y/N if I was to kill anyone on this planet, it would be Scott, not you, never you!” He defended himself while sitting up fully.

“Hah! SO you admit, you have homicidal tendencies!” You said almost too “matter of fact-ly.”

“Darling, my dearest, I would not do anything to harm you or our relationship. This is the best thing I have had in a long time. I don’t want to do anything to jeopardize that, so any “homicidal urges” I have had ended when I started this journey with you.” Theo said sweetly and leant over to give you a soft kiss.

“Really? You mean that?” You smiled at him and placed a hand onto his cheek and kissed him again.

He pulled away, just for a moment, “I do, Y/N. I really mean it.” He smiled before kissing you, once again.

You tug on his shirt, signaling to him you want him. Theo climbs on top of you, kissing you tenderly. 

You slip your hands up and under Theo's shirt, feeling the warmth of his skin, reminding you that you are alive and Theo is with you.

You slowly pull Theo's shirt over his head and smile at him. “I love you, Theo.”

“I love you too, Y/N.” He whispers softly into your ear.

Theo straddles your lap and sits you up and pulls your shirt off. He stares at your breasts, admiring what's his.

Theo scoots to the bottom of them bed and pulls your pants off and climbs in between your legs, looking up into your eyes, making sure you are alright with what he’s about to do, “May I?” He asks, pointing your heat with his head, you nod.

Theo nuzzles his face into your crotch and begins to work his tongue against your sensitive spot.

You place your hands on the back of his head, pulling him closer, “it feels so good, Theo.” You say in complete pleasure.

Theo smirks against your heat and inserts a finger inside of you. He pumps his fingers at an almost painfully slow pace, you reach down and grab his hand.

You pull him up back by your face and kiss him. While in the heat of the kiss, you reach down to pull down Theo’s boxers so that his, now hard, member is free.

Theo took that as his cue and inserted himself inside of you, he moaned at the feeling of warmth he felt inside of you.

You once again placed your hand on Theo’s back and wrapped your legs around him, allowing him to go deeper inside of you.

“Jesus Christ Y/N, I’m going to cum already.” Theo moaned out. 

“Then do it, Theo.” You began to kiss his neck while dragging your nails down his back.

When Theo released himself in you, the sudden feeling of warmth made you cum as well.

Releasing at the same time is one of the best forms of intimacy you and Theo share often.

Theo pulled himself out of you and laid next to you, wrapping his arm around your waist and pulled you closer.

“Y/N, I hope you know that as long as I have you, I’m never going to hurt anyone again, you’re the best thing that has happened to me. I love you.”

That is the first time he has said it. You were taken aback, but without hesitation, you said, “I love you too, Theo.”

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On October 6th 1918 H.M.S. Otranto sank in Machir Bay off north western Islay after a collision in fog with another ship, HMS Kashmir.

I “posted” this earlier, but fro some reason it has gone missing! 

During a fierce storm off the west coast, the HMS Otranto, an armed merchant vessel, was involved in a collision with another ship in the same convoy, SS Kashmir.

While the tragedy was an immense loss it could have been a lot worse if it had not been for the incredible rescue of 611 men from extreme danger by a Naval commander named Lt. Frances Craven, with his crew on the destroyer, HMS Mounsey.

I usually write, or rewrite these posts as the years pass, this one is almost taken in it’s entirety from the WW100 website as I don’t believe I could do the tragic event justice. Various pics are taken from contemporary sources the colour ones are of the American Monument on the Oa Peninsula on Islay and a ceremony that placed memorials on the seabed where the boat lies......

Following the collision with the Kashmir, the Otranto was fatally damaged and was sinking. It had lost all power and was drifting helplessly in massive seas when the Mounsey arrived from Belfast on convoy escort duty.

There then followed an episode which ranks among the finest in Naval history.

Craven approached the stricken Otranto and signalled to her captain that he was coming in to help. He signalled, “I am coming alongside to take off the American troops.” The Otranto’s captain, Ernest Davidson, replied, “Steer clear, or you will lose your crew and your ship .”Craven responded, “I am coming alongside, if we go down, we go down together.”

The difficulties facing Craven and his crew were immense. His ship was considerably smaller than the Otranto. There was a grave danger that he could fatally damage the Mounsey by colliding with the Otranto. The waves were massive, some estimates had the height at between 12 and 15 metres.

Craven brought his ship alongside the Otranto. As the waves raised his smaller ship, almost to the level of the deck on the Otranto, the US troops were to jump for their lives. This was easier said than done. Most of the US troops on board the Otranto were from inland Georgia. For many of the men aboard the Otranto, the first time they had seen the sea, was when the Otranto had left New York six days before. They had to time their jump from a heaving deck onto the deck of a ship that was sometimes almost level and at other times was 15 metres below them. Sadly, many men did not make it.

A number fell between the two ships and were drowned with some being crushed. Others succeeded in reaching the deck of the Mounsey only to be immediately washed back into the sea by giant waves. Others were seriously injured as they fell, breaking legs or other bones. One unfortunate mis-timed his jump and fell to his death down one of Mounsey’s funnels. The crew of the Mounsey did what they could in appalling circumstances to get the successful jumpers below decks. The Mounsey was in danger of becoming top-heavy with all these men on the deck. Many of the survivors were in a state of shock and were reluctant to go below. Eventually they were ordered below deck at gunpoint

The Otranto’s British crew were marginally more successful at timing their jumps as were most of the crew of a French trawler who had been rammed by the Otranto a couple of nights earlier. The captain of the trawler had a large faithful dog which had been rescued from the trawler with the crew. The trawler captain fell into the sea between the boats and his dog jumped into the sea with him. Both were killed.

Craven made two successful passes alongside the Otranto. The port side of the destroyer had become crumpled by frequent contact with the Otranto. Water was pouring in and the Mounsey’s crew were seriously worried that their ship would founder. Reluctantly Craven left the Otranto and set sail for Belfast. His seamanship during the rescue had been outstanding. His seamanship to get his badly damaged, overloaded and leaking ship to Belfast in huge angry seas was something else. All the time he was on the bridge, Craven stayed calm and looked as though he was relishing the challenge. He met another destroyer on the way and asked them to warn Belfast that he was on his way with many badly injured men. His own radio mast had been a casualty of the rescue. The rescued men on the Mounsey then endured several hours of unremitting misery as they sat up to their knees in seawater. They were awash with vomit from seasickness. Traumatised, cold and terrified, it was only after the Mounsey finally reached Belfast and they were helped onshore and given food and warm dry clothing that they finally began to feel their ordeal was over. Sadly, twelve men were to die in Belfast from their injuries. The Mounsey needed such massive repairs that it did not go out on active service again.

Those left onboard the Otranto knew they were doomed. Within 30 minutes of the Mounsey’s departure the Otranto grounded on ‘Old Woman’s Reef’ about 400 metres off the entrance to Machir Bay. At once the ship began to break up. The order was given, ‘Every man for himself’.

Watching all this were a few local people onshore. More help was sent for and farmers and fishermen from Portnahaven, Port Wemyss and Kilchiaran arrived on the scene. Unfortunately there was very little they could do. Of the roughly 490 men who had been left behind on the Otranto only 21 survived. Sadly, two were to die later.

The report of the disaster written by Police Sgt MacNeill a month later spelt out the bravery of Islay people who were the first on the scene. At some considerable risk to themselves men waded out into the wild sea and helped survivors ashore. David McTaggart, a farmer from Kilchiaran, was joined by Donald McLachlan, a ploughman from Machrie. Together they managed to rescue three men from the waves. Two brothers, John and Donald McPhee from Kilchoman, dashed into the surf to pull out injured and drowning American soldiers. Two soldiers from Port Charlotte, home on leave, Pte Archibald Torrie and Pte Donald McIndeor, bravely jumped across a gully to save an American who had been washed up onto a rock by a huge wave. The handful who survived the catastrophe were taken into the homes of Kilchoman and Kilchiaran people where they were fed, clothed and revived. All attention was now devoted to recovering the bodies – a very difficult task given the amount of wreckage about on the shore and in the gullies.

  The Funerals Begin

By the 11th October, 230 bodies had been gathered. Kilchoman Parish Church and graveyard was used to store them. Coffins were made in batches at Bruichladdich Distillery and sent to Kilchoman. Islay men scoured the coastline going through tons of wreckage looking for bodies. Sgt MacNeill was called upon again to identify the bodies. He also was the point of contact for the many anguished relatives of the victims, desperate for news of the last hours of their loved ones.

The number of dead

Establishing exactly how many died on the Otranto is not straightforward. Spanish flu was reported to have taken some of those on board before the collision. In addition, the exact number of men on board is unclear with different authorities giving different figures. In his excellent book of the sinking, Professor Scott came to a figure of 470 for total loss of life. This included 106 British Crew and 6 French fishermen who had been picked up earlier in the voyage when their ship had sunk. Many bodies were never recovered.

“As other bodies were found, they, too, were brought to the churchyard, examined, and taken to the growing cemetery for burial. Reverend Grant officiated at all of the funerals, sometimes conducting services for six or eight, then three of four, and later for only one at a time, until –– in the end –– 315 American soldiers had found a resting place in the rocky soil of Islay.”https://ww100islay.com/otranto/

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Okay so like, i do applaud the whole open for discourse thing, but i dont want a "checkmate liberal" response. Please hear me out.

I understand a lot of people sometimes have religious influences and some are stronger than others, but i can say without a doubt that the Astroworld incident isnt the work of the devil. Travis and his stuff just let people die heartlessly like it was nothing. There was no scary shirtless red man with horns pulling the strings. It was just greedy business and disregard for humanity. I respect all religions that do not use their teachings as a pass to harm others (as should any decent person), but i do not think chalking it all up to satan or calling the horrible deaths "sacrifices" appropriate at all. You have the right and freedom to post what youd like, but please consider that spreading inflammatory statements and perpetuating harmful conspiracies doesnt bode well.

I love when people try and communicate rather than resort to children sill learning to express themselves. Thank you anonymous.

So the main thing here is, and I am seeing from others in response to the Travis Scott posts, is a major misconception of God, the devil, and what they do. So anon if you are reading this, here it goes. Think of the devil as the ultimate conman. Now while he have a lot of power on this planet, he is not going to show up and be like "HEY WHAT"S UP!! DEVIL HERE TO DO SOME WORK"!!!! he will instead act through people. This takes me directly to your "greedy business" comments (also another response I have been seeing). While you are right in a bit, you are stopping short of asking the bigger questions.

yes, these people will do anything for money, fortune, fame, etc. etc....including selling their souls. Now, that may sound cliché, but trust me, it is not. it is indeed what they do. And at a simple glance you would laugh that off, but my friend, all of the puzzle pieces are on the table. Unfortunatly most people are either too lazy, too uneducated to put them together, or...they simply do not want to because the truth will destroy what they thought was reality. But when you view it all objectively, their signals, their codes, the people they hang out with, the things they show you vs what they say (ALWAYS REMEMBER, even the devil quoted scripture), you will start to see it. you will realize that there is something bigger to it that you are not being told. And why would they tell you? you are giving them EVERYTHING they sold their souls to get, you are being conned by the ultimate conman. And you not trying to see the truth, is just another part of his scheme.

I get what you, and others are saying, about it being a tragedy and being upset about people pointing these things out. I get it, because you are still falling for the con. So if we do not call this what it is, it just goes away and becomes another "tragedy" that will get remembered every now and then, and the conman goes on to his next victims. Do not get me wrong, it sucks people died, but we are in biblical times right now. this life though, is nothing timewise compared to eternity. we will all end up in one of two places. So you can either keep going with what is "normal", or you can start waking up and save yourself. I pray you will chose to wake up.