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#X-man TAS
They Yassified him
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hyperfocusfeatures · 13 days
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nothing could have ever prepared me for the day the walt disney company decided to tell me that charles xavier is canonically a puppy sub
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spaciebabie · 1 year
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sun: my bad dawg.
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chai-berries · 7 months
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patrols with abby were easy. you knew she had your back, being the best of the best in isaac’s eyes. you started training with her to go on missions in the first place so you both created an almost dance while on a mission. you talked, whispered, laughed. you packed your extra bags with his trash/her treasure bits and bobs you found in decrepit buildings, teetering on 2x4s like a gymnast. abby was currently obsessed with the olympics, the last one being in 2012. she found a bunch of magazines about it on her last trip and had delicately packed them in her bag, planning on reading them as soon as she got back. “did you know that…” lined your conversations for several patrols. your personal favorite fact that it was the first olympics where every nation had a woman representing.
she later admitted, when you had officially been together for just over a week, that you were the last person to still be interested in what she was talking about. even nora tapped out after an hour-long spew about the shoes track and field athletes wear. manny tapped out after 5 minutes, during which he thought abby was joking around the whole time.
the point is you guys had it down to a tee. and yet, neither of you saw it coming. one second abby is laughing at something you said, turning around to respond, and the next second she’s pointing a gun over your shoulder. you freeze, back tensed up. an arm that is neither yours nor abby’s wraps around your neck and pulls you against a chest. the breath you let out from the action is sucked back into your lungs when you feel the cold metal of the gun tap against your temple. your mind shuts down on you, your fear overshadowing all you know about self-defense. your eyes stay locked on abby’s face. if you’re going to die, you want the last thing you see to be her.
“let. her. go.” abby bites out. her hand is steady, the gun pointed at whoever had you in a chokehold. “and i’ll think about letting you live.”
the man, who you assume is a man, tugs you closer to their body. you hear them wet their lips before speaking through a smile.
“now, i don’t want to hurt either of you,” it is a man. and his nonchalant response makes your stomach turn. “i don’t hurt young ladies like yourself,” he continues lewdly. his hold tightens on you again but this time he moves you so your body is pressed tight against his. abby continues to stare him down, her finger itching to fire a shot right in his head for touching you.
you bring both hands around his arm and sneak them between it and your neck. abby clocks your shift and switches her focus to the smug son of a bitch on the other side of her gun. she barely blinks before firing one clean shot in his shoulder, causing him to jump back and let you go. you dive near abby’s feet and move to stand behind her.
the man is moaning loudly. “now why did you do that?” he cries, holding his shoulder.
“c’mon man, if i have to explain it to you, you really are better off dead.” abby steps towards the man, who scuttles away on the floor. with you behind her, abby let’s go of the breath she’d been holding. she kneels over the curled up man, the hand on his shoulder stained red.
“who are you? are you alone?”
“ya think im gonna tell you?” the man croaks out.
abby kicks the gun away. “if you want to live i’d suggest talking. you’re in wolf territory.”
he freezes at the last sentence and abby tenses up again.
you freeze as well and call for abby. “c’mon. abby, we — we should go. ab—”
“no! we heard about a group moving in. they killed austin and half their group,” she says to you, her attention still on the man. “was that you?” she asks him. when he doesn’t say anything, abby knows her answer. she thinks back to what issac told her. that anyone in that group needs to be eliminated. no matter what. and you being on patrol wasn’t an exception in anyone’s eyes but abby’s.
“step back,” she nods her head at you. you immediately comply, taking several steps back as abby stands back up.
SHE KILLS FOR YOU: she looks down at the man and fires a single shot. you squeeze your eyes shut at the sound and don’t open them until you feel abby’s hand on your cheek. you blink up at her as she scans your face. you know you probably look a mess. sweat and dirt covering your face no matter how hard you try to keep it clean.
“you okay?” she asks, brows furrowed.
you nod. “yeah. not my first time witnessing a death, unfortunately. but i’m okay.” you lean into her hand, pressing a kiss to her palm. after a minute of scanning you for any tiny scratches, she lets you go and readjusts her backpack, slipping her gun into the holster.
“c’mon, let’s go back early. we need to report this to the group.”
you’re quick to follow her, taking the hand she gives to guide you over a giant fallen tree. she does it automatically, her free hand reaching to steady you if needed. the shift from laughing and joking to whispers is felt. but thankfully the love is still as loud as ever.
SHE DOESN’T KILL FOR YOU: “get up!” abby watches the man struggle to stand. he stumbles and abby uses her free hand to hold him up. when he’s stable, she steps back. “if i was alone you’d be dead by now. you’re lucky. go back to your group and tell them to stay out of this area. this is your only warning. now go!” the man stutters for a second before he staggers away. you take a step towards abby.
“abs — abby?” she keeps facing the direction the man went but doesn’t shy away from your touch. you run your hand up her arm and to the nape of her neck. “you okay?”
“yeah,” she sighs. she turns to look at you. your eyes are glassy and wide. she reaches up to wipe a tear from the corner of your eye. “c’mon we need to head back. one of the survivors said they had a big crew and isaac needs to know what happened before tomorrow’s patrol.”
you’re quick to follow her, taking the hand she gives to guide you over a giant fallen tree. she does it automatically, her free hand reaching to steady you if needed. the shift from laughing and joking to whispers is felt. but thankfully the love is still as loud as ever.
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schmaltzystutters · 8 months
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aight listen
an enemies to lovers dynamic with Kyoya Ootori? IMMACULATE. It is arguably the perfect kind of dynamic to keep him interested and makes for some saucy chemistry and banter
but yknow what? i would also really love to see this man - this cunning, business-savvy and lowkey red flag of a man - to fall apart over a cute girl/guy who just happens to hit the right buttons for him. Maybe he's sapiosexual - he's highly into intelligence - or maybe the apple of his eye is just a huge positive influence/presence to have in his life, idk.
I just absolutely adore people like him, the super composed, smart and logical 'nothing can get past me or faze me' type, become an absolute mess because he's enamored with someone
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p3ndeja6 · 10 months
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summary: Peter always known you had a wide variety of music, but only heard the soft music. Until one day he heard music he never thought you’d listen to
Content tags: fluff, light swearing, implied violence, implied sexual acts, slight teasing
tasm!Peter Parker xgn!reader
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(real ones know these songs)
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Peter was out patrolling early morning, and you were home wondering what to do to kill time. you were currently listening to music, the soft indie music. You were vibing to them until you kept playing the other playlists in your library that were collecting dust
Kept skipping playlists until you stopped at one playlist you didn’t think you’d ever come back to. Something in you sparked up.
it got you up on your feet and straight to the speaker to connect.
beep!
connected
“ignore the hate, ignore the fake, ignore the funny shit, cause if * violate, we got hunnid clips”
you make finger guns and start ‘shooting’
something in you was on fire and made you relive moments in your life that you missed.
you were singing and shouting, and dancing to the music
all the hype got you cleaning yours and Peter’s shared bedroom
“These bitches love sosa! O end or no end!”
the music letting your inner gangster you hid for years finally came out
“just got some top from a stripper bitch, she from Kankakee”
at this point you now drifted to the kitchen to clean all while the music still played out
“I’m out here in Miami! Looking for the hoochie daddy’s!”
while the commotion was going on, you heard the keys jingle and you quickly went to the room to turn off the music before peter could fully hear the music and the lyrics.
He opened the door and you stood there out of breath and smiling
He gave you a confused smile
“why are you out of breath?” He laughed
“oh um.. I’ve been cleaning! you know me”
he laughed and brushed off the odd event
you love Peter really, but him knowing you like rap music kind of cringes you, since you both made fun of it often. So him knowing you like it too, he’ll tease you.
the next day
Peter left for work and you again were left at home on your day off
you turned on the speaker, and played your current favorite playlist, and got to cleaning
“Triple homicide, put me in a chair, yeah!”
and this is how you cleaning
bathroom, “she wanna go viral! Keep fuckin’ for hours! That pussy got power! That pussy got power!”
bedroom, “riding through New York, finna go shoot up New Jersey!…. We gon come and blow New Jersey up”
living room, “ I gotta * that fuck me so great! Whenever he wanna eat it, I just put it in his face!”
while singing, you were trying to remember why you stopped listening to this music.
it was character development in all honesty
you were so into the cleaning you didn’t hear the door open. The current song playing was Slob on My Knob by the Three 6 Mafia
“Know a little freak in Hollywood, sucks on dick, does it real good!”
as you were rapping these lyrics, dancing, you turned around and met with your boyfriend who had wide eyes at your explicit language and the music choice you chose
you froze and widen your eyes that you were finally caught and you couldn’t deny the truth
you grabbed your phone and pressed pause
“who am I dating?” He said in sarcastic disbelief
“awh noo, I didn’t want you to see me like this!” You exclaimed
you were embarrassed, like genuinely
“why?”
“Cmon Pete, aren’t you surprised?”
he paused
“yeah actually, I never knew you listened to this music” he said with a hint of disgust
“well I don’t but I have been recently… I used to like rap music years back but I stopped” you admitted
“and I missed it, this music really gets you pumping and full of energy”
he admired your truthfulness, but still wasn’t convinced this was you
“you keep looking at me as if I’m lying to you” you said
he laughed, “can I be honest, I want to believe you that you like this music but .. I just can’t” he said between giggles
“stop Peter I’m serious, I do like this music”
“right…”
“look click any song from here and I can sing with ease, I swear”
he was skeptical but he did anyway. He intently looked at the titles and see if he can loophole and find a song you don’t know… he was wrong
“ah okay this one!”
he played “X” by 21 savage
you proved him wrong, you do know this song
the song was over and he stood there in shock
“woah”
“I told you”
a few moments of silence and he started dying of laughter
you knew he wouldn’t let this live down
but now you listen to that music and he has to listen
he would be lying if he didn’t find himself singing along and bumping his head.. but he wouldn’t admit that… ever
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dependante · 1 year
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dainty-fingertips · 1 year
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quick thought: old school Doctor Octopus x civilian reader where they have the exact relationship that Roxanne Ritchi and Megamind have where he kidnaps her all the time over the news until Spider-Man comes to get her and over time they actually start getting feelings for eachother
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jtexplorer · 2 months
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5 months early, but...
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ljohels · 1 year
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Denji x Makima
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spaciebabie · 2 years
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you will not recieve any drawings of moon kisses from me until i have finished drafting n posting the comic
get teased idiot
oh also, song i was listening ta this morning that induced my simp syndrome
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stairset · 11 months
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For the sake of having a comparison to get my point across further. Imagine watching an episode of a superhero show where the entire episode isbdedicated to having the hero team up with another superhero, and then calling the other superhero a cameo. That's basically how Star Wars fandom uses the word.
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that90ssmshow · 1 year
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Podcast Clip | S.H.I.E.L.D. Can’t Drive
From the latest episode of the podcast
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ohanny · 1 year
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since be on cloud gave me absolutely nothing (you know, on top of kind of serving me everything hahaha) i shall pitch my own show:
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us as a bright, happy marketing guy (maybe he works in the same company nodt and perth are having their office romance in) who enjoys nice things. these nice things include good food, sleeping in and hot men. the human embodiment of #treatyourself. tried yoga once for the aesthetic, deemed it too much actual effort and considers drunk dancing with his friends on a saturday night his only form of exercise. jj as the personal trainer with a heart of gold who genuinely just loves his job. he is a gym bro to end all gym bros. his clients range from frail grandmas to professional athletes and they all love him and his eclectic collection of wildly patterned workout pants. if you miss a session, he's highly likely to show up at your door with a homemade soup because surely the only reason you missed out on dem gainz is because you are deathly ill. ta as us' intern and work bestie who enjoys going to the gym a normal amount. so basically he really likes the effect his abs have on all genders but also likes the fancy lunches us drags him to and thus needs constant maintenance. one day, for whatever reason, us goes to the gym to pick ta up and sees the love of his life gym god of epic hotness. he immediately corners ta all "where the fuck have you been hiding that and also how do i get his number, i bet he could bench press me, damn" and ta just laughs like "1. he could defo bench press you and 2. lol he basically lives at the gym, good luck trying to get him out of it." naturally this is when us, consumed by thirst and destiny, decides the best course of action is to hire jj as his personal trainer as a way to get into those grandma's brocade couch floral pants. it's not like he will need more than the trial session to achieve that anyway, right?
WRONG. us did not take into account how oblivious and professional jj would be. he shows up to the trial session in light makeup, hair fluffed, charm dialed up to 11 and wearing short shorts that show a lot of thigh and gets nothing but a fitness plan and complimentary diet advice. at that point it becomes a matter of pride. us will bag this gym god even if it kills him. which it very well might because oh god, muscles he didn't even know he had are aching and when he mentioned he wanted to work on his ass *wink wink* he expected more hands on inspection in the showers and less stairmaster. ta of course finds us' despair utterly hilarious but it crosses over to sad when us deflates onto his work desk one day with a whisper of "well, i guess he's straight." and ta isn't one to assume anything but be for real. he has been a gym bro since his teens and has never seen a straight gym bro who a) never mentions any attraction to a woman, even in a totally respectful way and b) unironically listens to barbie girl while doing bicep curls in leopard print yoga pants. "i will talk to him" ta promises and us whines out a "nooo, i don't wanna seem desperate" and dude. ta is not sure what about showing up to an arm day in a crop top and waist chain screams not-desperate but oh well. so next day ta confronts jj while they are working out, asking his gym buddy to please either let us down gently or do something about it and jj... is confused. the sweet oblivious dumdum genuinely had no idea us was even remotely interested. " but he never said anything!" "how much do you think a person can struggle with their squats?" ta hisses. "good form is important! they can be trickier than one might think!" jj whisper screams, offended. ta bangs his head against the weight rack, wishing it would somehow final destination him because how!?!?!?! after having a mental breakdown while jj somehow still goes on to finish his leg press set, ta takes a deep breath and spells out exactly how pathetically interested us is. "so if you want a fun night or a boyfriend or whatever, he's in. just ask him out for dinner or something." "i would rather cook for him myself" jj sniffs. "easier to keep track of macros." personally, ta thinks it would be easier not to be friends with either one of these idiots. but because he is a good person, all he does is sigh and say "you do that" and already mentally braces himself for the upcoming outfit crisis us will make him suffer through. TLDR: us as a dramatic hoe, jj as a gym himbo and ta is the one with the braincell that enables the two idiots to fall in love
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ultradude13 · 9 months
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Spider-Man meets the X-Men
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making-my-fate · 2 years
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