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nickismyspiritanimal · 10 months
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homoerotic sitcom friendships
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Transcendental
When is retirement not retirement? When is the end not truly an ending? Walking away doesn’t necessarily mean giving up, death isn’t always the end.
Some people can at times transcend, but only if they’re willing, if they’re ready to embrace all they are, and might yet be…
The story of Erik, Charles and the love that will make them keep rising, time and again, like the Phoenix… 
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Post DP fic that goes into, among other things: Charles and Erik together in Genosha, romance, moving on, and building a new future after old dreams are lost. 
I’m aware that in the movie the idea was to show Charles as the one at fault this time around; make him proud, arrogant, etc. Thing is, I don’t see it that way. I think some things are open to interpretation and I chose to see them that way. Because while I won’t say Charles is perfect, I don’t think he’s the kind of man to use the X-Men to make himself famous. It doesn’t fit with his character, in my opinion. I thought: what other reason could there be? What reason could Charles have for pushing the X-Men like that? Really, what is Charles’s chief motivation at all times? Protecting the mutants, his students, his children. When the biggest threat to them are humans, specifically human governments, what better way to ensure their safety than to have the humans see them as heroes? As necessary? You don’t turn on those who’ve saved your life... or that was supposed to be the idea. 
Now, one of the things that pushed this belief in me, aside from what I mentioned before about Charles’s characterization and motivations, is that, at the end, the whole Charles leaving the Institute, leaving everyone, after everything that just happened: Jean dead, the mess with the Phoenix and the D’Bari, the humans turning on the mutants, again, and all the others who died (and the destruction their battle caused)... it makes no sense for Charles to leave then. Unless someone told him to leave... someone who was already angry at him, who blamed him for everything that happened... 
That was the other thing that fueled the creation of this fic and... well. I hope some people might be interested in reading it. (It’s 2 chapters thus far, the third will be up by the weekend)
https://archiveofourown.org/works/43546521 
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buggernaut-kal · 9 months
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Browsing Dalong’s non-grade kit photos and accidentally discovered why the HGUC GM is such a weird desaturated baby blue color…
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…it stems from the old kit! 0079 never had a GM this color, so it always bothered me why they chose that color of plastic (we had white GMs, dark bluish-grey GMs, and minty Jeagan-green GMs but no baby blues, I checked!) Still an odd choice to keep that shade of plastic, but if you paint your Gunpla anyways I suppose it’s not much an issue.
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I painted mine expressly because it was way too blue next to the Gundam, just look at it! Either way, since we have a Revive Gundam and a Revive Zaku can we PLEASE get an update for little ol’ GM?!
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gundamngifs · 3 years
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RGM-89 Jegan
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actualbabe · 3 years
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PLEASE tell me about the Reagan nipple piercing fic 👀👀
well as the google doc title conveys, i haven't sorted out all the (less important) details yet, but it falls under the broader new girl alternate universe where nick is the one who leaves for jury duty, but not before convincing reagan to sub-lease his room while he’s away. (jess: “welcome to our home!” reagan: “oh, thanks. you’re really pretty btw :)” jess: “this better not awaken anything in me...”)
in this iteration jess would impulsively agree to spend her summer vacation with reagan in NOLA and one thing may lead to another...
(a bit of a spicy excerpt under the cut:)
Reagan smiles at her and gives her another fleeting kiss to the mouth before sitting up suddenly. Jess stares up at her in awestruck disbelief, all of her bare skin gleaming in the dim light of the hotel room lamp, her curves interrupted only by the dark fabric of her ridiculously tiny bikini. She shifts the hand on Reagan’s hip to brush her fingertips over her stomach and trail down to the impossibly low dip of her swimsuit bottom, tugged down by the friction of Reagan’s hips grinding down into her own. 
“How are you even real?” Jess murmurs, mostly to herself, and Reagan laughs. Her hands slide over Jess’ body to rest on either side of her ribcage, still covered by the fabric of her one-piece.
“Is it bad that I bought this a size too small?” Reagan jokes, her smile mischievous and just a touch shy of evil. 
Jess’ eyelids feel heavy as she drags her teeth over her swollen lower lip, eyes traveling all the way up the length of Reagan’s body. “Why would you do that?” she breathes.
“Maybe I wanted to drive you crazy.” Reagan’s eyes are dark, pupils dilated and shimmering with want. “Did it work?”
Jess almost feels drunk, her head cloudy with lust as she nods in agreement, “Uh huh.”
A grin spreads over Reagan’s face and she leans in to briefly brush her lips over Jess’ before whispering. “Good.” 
Then Reagan sits up again, smirking down at Jess before reaching up to tug her top over her head, and just like that she’s almost completely naked, and it hits Jess like a bucket of cold water that this is happening, and oh god that’s Reagan and she’s topless and she’s a girl and Jess knew all of this before but it’s only just now that the reality is sinking in. She stares up helplessly at her, and then there’s a glint of something that catches her eye and she realizes almost in a panic that Reagan’s nipples are pierced and that’s enough to completely throw her off her rhythm.
Reagan catches her looking, and instead of something hot or sexy, Jess lets out a giggle-shriek.
Jess’ eyes go wide with embarrassment and she quickly slaps her hand over her mouth, as if that will do anything to take it back. “Oh my god,” she squeaks, bemoaning how she can’t just be cool about sex and why she always has to go and ruin the mood just when things are heating up.
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xmenprompts · 4 years
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Date night with Jean/Scott/Emma/Logan
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pan-mood · 5 years
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Pansexual Character : Wolverine
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lavender-lotion · 4 years
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Teen And Up Audiences | No Archive Warnings Apply | F/M, M/M, Multi | X-Men (Alternate Timeline Movies) | Jean Grey/Scott Summers, Jean Grey/Logan/Scott Summers | Logan (X-Men), Jean Grey, Scott Summers | Post-X-Men: Days of Future Past, Polyamory, Teasing, Flirting, Getting Together, First Kiss, Making Out
Logan half laughs half moans, ‘n he gives Scott another damn good kiss ‘fore he pulls back ‘n says, “Then why the hell aren’t we naked?”
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bisexualreaganlucas · 5 years
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these women are GAY and there’s NOTHING you can do about it!!
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New Girl, 5x10.
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nickismyspiritanimal · 11 months
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I really have a thing for non endgame couples I guess
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jeaganislife-blog · 7 years
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luulapants · 2 years
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I feel like there are people who follow me for some of my new fandoms and then find all my Teen Wolf shit and are like “Who are these people?! Why are there so many ships!?” and that’s fair! So to clear things up:
Steter is basically Starker and Darrish is just Stucky. Sterek is Geraskier and maybe Olivarry?? Steo is definitely Coldflash, but Stackson is also Olivarry and if we were ever blessed with Jira, that would DEFINITELY be Olicity. However, Allira would be Supercorp and Allydia is Avalance. Malydia I guess would be like Heruna?? Jydia is Dramione, Scydia is Harmony, and Stydia is Romione. Scackson, of course, is Drarry.
But enough HP.
Scallison is Black Widow/Daredevil but make it West Side Story, and that makes Allisaac Clintasha. Sciles are Avocados at Law but also Candyshipping, and Scisaac are Dumpster Bros. If Sceter is Clex, then Scerek is Superbat. Thiam is like Damian/Jason, don’t @ me. Stanny is Barisco and Stira is Barricity. Stalia is definitely a Parker/Hardison vibe, but idk who would round out that OT3 (don’t say Derek, I’ll call the cops my damn self). Berica + Isaac might be a better fit.
Erica is basically Darcy Lewis (which makes Allerica Widowshock) serving as the female author self-insert to ogle the slash ships from within the 4th wall. The whole thing with Chelissa is that it’s basically Jeagan and everyone was expecting Shelissa to come through with the Jott vibes.
Anyway, I hope that clears things up!!
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actualbabe · 3 years
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Ummmmmmm Alyssa Secret Santa?! There's more?
listen... i know it’s late... i don’t need any more judgement...
tldr; Carol (2015) but make it jeagan
A few minutes after noon Reagan shows up to the loft in her up in her really, really nice car. Jess freezes up when she sees it, standing star-struck on the pavement while she processes what’s right in front of her and how it’s leagues better than her own janky ride with its airbrushed paint job. Reagan brushes off Jess’ compliments as she settles into the driver’s seat, sliding on a pair of sunglasses as she routinely turns the key in the ignition.
“It was a company bonus,” she explains, as if it’s a totally normal thing. 
“What did you do, sell an airplane hanger full of pills?” Jess says in disbelief. “My holiday bonus was a formerly-confiscated pack of Silly Bandz. Silly Bandz. In 2016.” 
Reagan laughs, bright and vibrant in a way that rattles around the inside of the car before getting caught up in Jess’ chest. Then Reagan casually runs her hand through her hair, ruffling it up as she speeds off down the street.
They go out to lunch at this cute little bistro on the other side of the city that Jess has never been to before, mostly because it’s a little ridiculous what they charge for half a cup of soup. She gnaws on her lower lip and tries not to think about how much is in her bank account and that rent is due next week. Vice Principals make half-decent money. She can handle a fourty-plus dollar lunch. No biggie. She’s just upset by the principle of the thing.
“Get whatever you want,” Reagan insists as she persues her own menu. “My treat.”
“Oh.” Jess looks up at her in surprise. “You don’t have to-”
“Relax.” She smiles at her conspiratorially. “I’ll just call it a business expense. I’m ‘building a relationship’ with a ‘potential client.’”
Jess laughs, only a touch nervous. “Well, if you’re sure...”
“Of course.” Reagan gives her a wink and the way it twists up Jess’ stomach is actually kinda ridiculous. 
They drive by a Christmas tree farm on the way back to the loft. Jess stares wistfully out the window at the jolly line of trees, missing the brisk winter weather she had growing up in Portland. It barely feels like winter in LA sometimes, even though Christmas is just around the corner. Not that the weather has stopped her from entering her usual Christmas frenzy. 
“You know,” Reagan says casually. “I’ve never actually had a real tree.”
“You haven’t?”
“My dad and I didn’t really do the whole Christmas thing.” Reagan idly taps her thumbs on the steering wheel.
“My family would get one every year. We’d make a whole day of going out to find the best one, and then after we’d get home and my dad would try to untangle the lights while my mom made hot chocolate and my sister and I made strings of popcorn and cranberries.” Jess smiles at the memory. “It was the one time of year where my parents actually got along and my sister didn’t try to cause trouble.”
“That sounds really nice.”
“Yeah. We kept going even after my parents divorced, but the tradition ended once I moved out for college.” Jess’ smile falters. “I haven’t had a real tree since. I tried to get the guys in on it one year, but they didn’t want to deal with the hassle, especially since almost all of us go home for the holidays anyways.”
Reagan looks at her for a moment, her eyes soft. Then she puts on her blinker and turns into the lot.
“What are you doing?”
“We’re gonna get you a tree.”
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kaijuno · 4 years
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Lmao my step dad's name is John (not even short for Jonathan or anything, it's just John) and I got everyone in the house to call him Jonald (he's in my phone as Jonald Jeagan)
Brilliant
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