Why Didn’t Anyone Tell Me How Much Star Trek Fucks

I was enjoying codywan for a while and now ive cycled back to my initial standpoint which is that its so frustrating to try to find Cody centric work because all of it is being hijacked by this stupid cunt 😭 fuck OFF obi wan . Friendship with codywan ended cody centric genfic is my new best friend

I finally got caught up with the new nightwing

Can I get one codywan with um- oh yeah absolutely give Cody all the melanin and sprinkle some curls on that bad boy. And erummmmm some witty banter with sly smirks and that um (snaps fingers) that.. Oh!Mando'a. Drizzle that.

With the wrinkles and the extra side of beard for Obi-wan. 'Do I' what was that? Do I- what do you mean?? Do I want the hyper competent badass battle couple with a homoromantic-patch-each-other-up with lingering touches they shouldn't have?? Yes, double of that.

Then for the sidessss. Hm tough call. I mean the 'Keldabe kiss'. Gotta have it. The 'you are going to need this' lightsaber sharing is tempting but I'm really watching my sodium...ah what the heck, deal me in.

Huh? Oh a buy one Order 66 chip activation angst get one fix it fluff tatooine husbands free? Well why didn't you start with that?? :)

oh to be a sith assassin flirting with obi wan while he duels me and calls me darling

soooooo has anyone drawn charles and erik going to kiss each other but then their big dumb helmets bong together

“We are at the gates of human evolution.”

A soft prompt 💜

19. 'It made me think of you'

It took Clint three tries to get his key in the door, splinted fingers not cooperating, let alone the tiredness that was conspiring with gravity, barely letting him lift his arm. Finally the door creaked open in front of him, and he let out a monotone cheer which turned into a despairing groan when he was prevented from collapsing inside by a wall of black leather. He slumped forward, flopping down far enough to rest his head on the cool smoothness of a shoulder, and resigned himself.

"Fuck it, fine," he said. "Take me, I'm ready."

"What."

The words were a new development, and intonation? Well, Clint was waiting with bated breath.

"Death threats come as standard, right? Well this is me resigning myself to my fate." Clint was honestly too exhausted to move but he spread his hands at least, welcomed the sweet release of oblivion with enthusiasm if not energy. "Have at it."

There was a moment of stillness, long enough that Clint could almost hear the calculations, and he'd love to say he cared about the outcome but it had been a long fucking week, long year, long life, and there were only so many fucks a guy could farm. We're sure not in Iowa any more, Toto.

Then there was a sigh, exasperated, one of those tiny signals that the killer robot wasn't so much of an automaton as he liked to pretend to be, and then the world was shifting all around him as the Soldier ducked and planted a shoulder squarely in Clint's belly, lifting Clint in a fireman's carry that was almost comical, what with the height difference and all.

"Holy shit, you're strong," Clint said, involuntarily.

"Keep that in mind," the Soldier said, monotone, and Clint imagined it was supposed to be a threat but that wasn't the way he was gonna take it.

Goddamn, he wished he could take it.

The stairs clanked loudly under heavy boots, which Clint decided was some form of protest; he had ample experience of the fact that the Soldier could move silently when he wanted to. And then there was one of the violent upheavals of motion which Clint's possible concussion didn't appreciate, and he was sprawled on his back in the middle of his bed, rumpled sheets and discarded underwear and all.

"Buy me dinner first," he said, reflexive, and that was another hint of the man behind the mask, that gentle flush that kissed his ears like Clint could only dream of doing.

He was distracted, though, by a movement among his mostly-white sheets, and he painfully turned his head to see a blue-eyed white kitten picking its way clumsily towards him. As soon as it noticed it had his attention it opened its tiny pink mouth and let out a demanding mew that was far louder than its tiny body should permit.

"What." His turn, this time, too tired and confused and discombobulated to manage to make it much of a question.

The Soldier shrugged, watching the kitten like he didn't want to meet Clint's eyes.

"It was pathetic and alone," he said after a second, running a metal finger, so carefully, along the length of its spine to its tail. "It made me think of you."

Traditional x-doodles.

230714 music bank recording 🥤 jongdae and baekhyun bumping into each other

have you read any fics where charles is experimented on? specifically for his powers and as his younger version

Anon, here are some excellent stories about Charles being experimented on:

sins of the father by faerie_ground

Brian Xavier experiments on his only son, believing it will make him powerful. Years later, Charles Xavier still suffers from the aftereffects.

Smile (The worst is yet to come) by hllfire

Charles' telepathy developed when he was a baby. His father, driven by his desire to know more about his son's abilities, experiments on him, causing Charles to learn to ignore visual and social cues in order to rely heavily on his telepathy to interact with others.

When Erik doesn't allow him to see his mind like Charles would normally do, Charles is lost.

Thou Shalt Not Eat Stones by valancysnaith 

Two months after Washington, Raven found Erik in a skeevy motel off the Florida interstate.

“They have Charles, Erik,” she said.

The bedframe shrieked. In the bathroom, the showerhead snapped in half and clattered into the tub.

the mystery which binds me still by pocky_slash

It's been seventeen years since Charles lived at the house in North Salem. It's big and imposing and filled with memories he thinks he's repressed for a reason. But after a strange man breaks in during a storm, demanding to see people Charles is sure died years ago, Charles finds himself investigating his past for the first time, venturing into the burnt out catacombs that hold the secret to the childhood he doesn't remember.

Powers and Control by flightinflame

Hank and the others turn up at the Brotherhood, asking for Erik's help. They might hate him, but he is the only one who has a chance of rescuing Charles and bringing him home.

Hand in Hand by flightinflame

Charles is used to being experimented on. Meeting one of his father's friends should have been simple, but he finds himself kidnapped. It is there, in his kidnapper's base, that he meets Erik - and that changes everything.