Yessesss, Fuck Transmedicalism. All Of Them Sound Like Kalvin Garrah.

please stop trying to make more money off of this site it’s not going to work people are already desensitized to the ads or have adblock

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We’re exploring more ways of making Tumblr financially sustainable, so we can keep this weird ship afloat. You don’t have to buy into it if you don’t want, but like Matt, current interim Tumblr CEO, said in a recent post:

Remember that right now Tumblr costs a lot more to run than it makes, part of that bet is predicated on the idea that it’s losing money now but it’ll grow and make it up later. We just have to make it through this interim period by listening to users, iterating quickly, and shipping high-quality updates.

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If you ask Rick Astley for a DVD of the movie Up, he won’t give it to you because he’s never gonna give you Up. However, by not giving you Up like you asked for it, he’s letting you down. This is known as the Astley paradox.

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Hi, I absolutely love your work! If you’re taking requests I was wondering if you could do a Loki x reader fluff centered on sunflowers? Sorry if that’s vague. Have a super nice day

SO MUCH FREEDOM THANK YOU

okay i am SO happy with how this turned out, so proud of this, hope y’all enjoy

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Loki is laughing.

He’s sitting on a couple checkered blankets, sunflowers glowing in his dark hair, the sun shining on his face, and he’s laughing.

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not 2 exaggerate but the good place’s thesis of “if the modern pressures of life were removed, we would inherently seek out opportunities to learn and become better and kinder people” is a more interesting and valuable thing to say about society than anything that’s ever been said about cell phones

Close to You

Charles Xavier x non-mutant!reader

Word Count: 699

Summary: Charles Xavier just wants to get closer to his significant other.

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Okay so I was up last night reading a bunch of x-men fanfics and this cute lil story came to me and I couldn’t just ignore it, so yeah I guess I write for fictional characters now 😂

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Mutants. They weren’t a new thing, they’ve been around for ages. Some humans of course were afraid, as most are when they see something different. You on the other hand we’re quite familiar with the concept. Your father was a mutant, as was your sister. However it seemed the x-gene had skipped you. Some call it a good thing, others a bad thing. To you, it didn’t matter if you were a mutant or not, you were happy with just being who you were.

However, what you were grateful for, was meeting Charles Xavier. It was almost straight out of a movie. You had been out grocery shopping and humming a song you’ve been obsessed with, and from out of nowhere, there he came joining in with your little tune. You stopped, slightly embarrassed you were humming out loud, but he just mentioned how he loved that song. You two chatted about it, both sharing how it was such a feel good song. After that, you two conversed some more while continuing shopping and by the time you left the store you had each other’s contact information.

That had been a couple months ago. Now, you were quite familiar with the man as well as the other mutants he hung around with. And your face was no stranger to the others.

This particular date night you were spending in Charles’ room. You two were having a lovely evening, first filled with dinner and now you were enjoying one of your favorite movies. The lights were off and you were cuddled close to Charles on the floor. It was a simple yet romantic date.

A romantic scene had just come on screen and as if on cue, Charles tilted his head to look at you and picking up on his movement you turned to him. You two meet in the middle, bringing your lips together and as always, fireworks go off in your head.

You lean close, resting your palm on his chest, while he lovingly wraps his arms around you. With no space between you two, you kiss until you have to break apart to catch your breaths. Once apart he leans his head against yours, staring warmly into your eyes. He let out a content sigh, “I want to feel you closer,” he said.

The edge of your mouth went up, giggling at the statement, “we’re literally right against each other, how much closer can we get?” You joked.

There was silence on his end, spare for an uneasy expression on his face. “I want to enter your mind.”

Now this was new to you. You obviously knew of his powers but the thought of someone in your mind seemed slightly invasive. In the few months that you’ve been together with Charles, you’ve made it clear that you didn’t want him in your mind without consent and he’s respected this. But now, sitting here beside him, the concept was quite compelling. So finally after some thought you agreed.

The look on Charles’ face when you agreed, was ecstatic and you couldn’t help but mirror his expression. Before he began you had to ask, “is this going to hurt?” He shook his head, “no, I would never do anything to harm you.” He said and you had no doubt in your heart, so without further ado, he leaned his head against yours again and in the next moment you felt it. You shut your eyes as a slight throb filled your head before you felt a presence.

Once opening your eyes you saw Charles smiling at you, hi, he said cheekily.

Hi, you thought back. It was…odd sitting here and just thinking to each other, but it was actually quite…soothing.

So how’s this? Not scary at all, huh? He mused.

No. I like it, it’s like our own private meeting.

You two sat there, engaging in simple discussion. And you had to admit after time it felt warm and intimate having him in your head.

That night was by far the best night you’ve ever had. And although that date eventually had to come to an end, that wouldn’t be the last time Charles Xavier was in your head.

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I hope you all liked this little imagine and have a wonderful day ✨☀️✨ 

Yes, do this, for the love of god, yes.

Apartment hunting has shown me that so many kids my age and younger openly broadcast that they are running away from abusive homes and that they are LGBT. I sympathize completely, but you do not under any circumstances need to be on a roommate finder website telling strangers on the internet that you are part of a vulnerable minority with no one back home who cares what happens to you... just say you are moving out, end of. Once you get to trust someone you live with then you can share the backstory. Internet safety is something that still matters.

Could I request 5 and 19 for Charles and/or Erik? (And could the seat prompt be like, asking to sit on someone’s lap?)

ERIK LEHNSHERR X READER

prompts: “when are you going to quit with the pick-up lines and ask me on a date” and “is this seat free?”

warnings: bad pick up lines and unedited (not actual warnings just be prepared)

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your relationship with erik was weird.

it was more than known to people that he was an isolated person who didn’t trust easy. even when he met his own son, he was the exact same.

but he never seemed to have that need to be on edge with you. it was always like he had no worries in the world.

not like he would ever admit it, though.

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“are you a keyboard? because you’re my type.”

erik laughed as you sat down next to him, “you never quit do you?”

“never. also, are you a pack of cards?”

“…no?”

“oh because i’ve pulled out my king.”

“for fucks sa-“

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and it kept going.

you loved seeing the way he would get ‘aggravated’ at every one of your dumb pick up lines.

“knock knock.”

erik sighed, setting down his book and putting his head in his hands, “who’s there?” he mumbled into his hands.

“when where.”

“when where who?”

“tomorrow, wherever the fuck you want, me and you.”

“the doors over there.” he lifted his head up to point over to the door, making you laugh.

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it was friday night and charles had arranged a small party for the mansion.

to be honest, it was more of a gathering. just the mutants having a good time for once in their ‘busy’ lives. because it was so undeniably hard living in such a huge mansion.

your eyes settled on the one and only man you ever wanted to see once you walked through the door.

picking up a free drink from the table, you walked over to erik.

“is this seat free?” you asked, pointing to his lap.

he looked down at where you were pointing and looked back up to your eyes, slightly flustered for the ‘majorly serious’ guy.

“is this another one of your pick up lines?” erik groaned.

“nope.”

he was shocked to say the least, “well, it’s always free for you.”

you smiled, trying to fight the light blush that was making its way to your face.

“in that case.” you sat on his lap (this wasn’t as awkward as it sounded i swear).

erik secured his arms around your waist and pulled you flush to him, “when are you going to quit with the pick up lines and ask me on a date?”

you were completely taken aback, “what-“

“do i need to do everything myself?”

“erik, i-“

“are you free tomorrow?”

you took a breath and laughed lightly when you let it out, happily surprised that your dumb lines had made an influence.

“always…for you…” you copied what he said earlier, making him chuckle hoarsely and meet his lips with yours.

you sank into the kiss and it literally felt like a dream.

a dream you didn’t want to wake up from.

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sorry it’s so late and short i’ve been busy recently 😭

jesus fucking christ look at all these fragile pieces of shit who can’t watch a movie with women and poc in them I'm💀💀💀

I guess I can still show you how the strip game is going on.