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50 years of X-men
This particular gif set kinda rattled a memory from my childhood.
I was maybe 6 or 7 years old watching X-Men Evolution with my older (by a year) brother when we got to the particular episode that this gif set is from. Seeing Logan shirtless (in animated format and Live Action format courtesy of Hugh Jackman.) , I like any girl my age would stare wide eyed and being all giggly. My brother, immediately and quite LITERALLY slapped his hand over my eyes and said these exact words:
"No! No shirtless, hunky superheroes for you!" and I just remember laughing from the way he said that.
But hey! I am entitled to know what I like! It's Marvel's (and partially Hugh Jackman's) fault for Wolverine being fine as hell. 🤣
Alright. I'm going to say it.
Everyone is always saying that Wolverine is being a creep/stalker/etc. whenever it comes to Jean Grey because of that VERY uncomfortable love triangle between her, Logan, and Scott. But what people are failing to notice is that Jean actively led Logan on into thinking that she loved him the same as he did her.
She actively flirted with Logan seemingly only whenever Scott was around, like she was trying to make him jealous. But when Logan tries to reciprocate the affection, she immediately plays the "not interested/you're only my friend" card. And what I find even more sad, is that Logan has risked his life for her multiple times, literally facing Death in the face for her, and has always been the first person she more or less runs to when she's having an emotional crisis, only for Jean to throw it all back in his face and ultimately choose Scott over him. (I know its canon in the comics. I'm talking about the tv shows and movies here.)
Like, why the ever loving hell would Jean fucking Grey think it would be a good idea to play into Logan's affection for her if she was just going to get with Scott in the end. Instead of doing that she should have just told Logan straight up that she wasn't interested in him and left it that that instead of playing with his heart like she did.
Cyclops gets such a rough deal man. imagine having brain damage that caused you to uncontrollably shoot laser blasts out of your eyeballs destroying everything in sight that you had to worry about literally 24/7 and also you had to supervise teenagers throwing cars at each other because your father figure and his ex are taking leftist infighting to the streets and also on top of that whenever you show any amount of concern over this situation people are like "jeez what a buzzkill. loosen up control freak. why can't you be all chill and cool like wolverine" meanwhile wolverine is having his amygdala forcibly removed by the us military for the third time this month
Another drawing I did for valentine's day!
I couldn’t get a good picture to save my LIFE but I literally spent like 3 hours on this sooo 💪 💪
Daredevil is based on Charlie Cox’s portrayal and Cyclops on James Marsden’s. Aka, two of the best sets of lips in the industry- WHO SAID THAT?
Makeup post #2, have some scogan with feral logan :)
Day 13: Scott Summers/Logan Howlett
"Settle." Scott's voice is low, but powerful as he approaches a twitchy Logan.
No one is sure what happened, just that one minute he had been rolling his eyes at Scott's lecture about going off on his own, and the next, he was bristling, baring his fangs and pulling back to hide in the ruins of the building they'd just evacuated.
Logan growls at him and snaps his teeth, twice. Scott ignores the threat and shoots a hand out to grasp at the back of his neck, like scruffing a kitten. This doesn't happen often, not nearly so much recently, but over time Scott's learned it's best to swiftly assert dominance when Logan's like this. Otherwise he doesn't know what to do with himself, and that can be dangerous.
As expected, Logan's shoulders slump immediately, a low baying whine escapes from his clenched teeth.
Scott presses his thumb further into the base of his neck. Finally, Logan quiets.
"Good. Let's go."
It's pretty easy once you get the hang of it.
Words: 171
TW:Opinion
This probably isn’t a “hot take” it’s not even a lukewarm one, but Scogan (what the fuck were we thinking when that ship name was made) is the OG Queer Logan ship, and it’s better, I’m sorry, I only speak the truth here. Poolverine is great and I love it, but the early 2000s era of Scott and Logan was cinema and I’m obsessed, also, Jean was there, and I love her. So, that’s why Scogan is better.
Should I start writing for Cyclops? I love him sm, my pookie deserves more love
Mirrors of memory (ita)
The_Sick_Rose
Summary:
Victor Creed deve fare i conti con la sua memoria e le sue azioni passate. Gli X-Man devono fare i conti con Victor.
Capitolo 1: Break
Passò l'intera giornata ad aspettare. Era in viaggio da diversi giorni, partendo da Harrisburg, Pennsylvania fino a Westchester, impiegando più tempo del previsto. Si era fermato più volte per cambiare veicolo e evitare di destare sospetti, finendo per guidare una Toyota Corolla del 2007 con molti chilometri all'attivo verso il suo obiettivo finale.
In altre circostanze avrebbe sicuramente preferito prendere una moto, ma il suo fattore rigenerante evidentemente non stava collaborando dopo l'ultimi esperimenti che gli avevano gentilmente offerto. Normalmente non avrebbe mai pensato di chiedere aiuto a quei nerd dal cuore d'oro, ma come si dice, in tempi disperati si ricorre a misure disperate.
Era lì, aspettando. Aveva parcheggiato la macchina un paio d'ore più indietro e aveva camminato lentamente lungo la strada che portava alla villa, rimanendo al di fuori di un perimetro altamente difeso. Era notte avanzata, probabilmente erano le 3 del mattino forse di più, le luci erano quasi tutte spente tranne per una fessura di luce al secondo piano dell'ala ovest. Sapeva che sarebbe stato meglio aspettare che fosse completamente buio, ma dopo aver fatto il giro del perimetro e essendo stanco del fatto che la sua condizione non migliorava, decise che doveva provarci.
Prese la rincorsa dal bosco in cui si trovava e saltò oltre la recinzione, sentendo l'allarme scattare con un fischio sottile. Alcune luci si accesero e poteva immaginare i famigerati X-Men che si preparavano nei loro eleganti costumini.
Arrivò come un ariete sulla finestra che portava alla cucina e cadde sul pavimento. Pezzi di vetro si incastrarono nei suoi vestiti e nella pelle. Un gesto che aveva gettato benzina sul fuoco e il dolore che provava da più di due giorni si fece ancora più intenso. Si rialzò il più velocemente possibile e si mise in posizione d'attacco con le spalle al muro.
Questa volta non attese a lungo, riconoscendo l'odore del tappo e sapendo che si stava avvicinando e che era pronto per uno scontro, non che la cosa non fosse reciproca. Tuttavia, stavolta non avrebbe agito attaccandoper primo, doveva solo mantenere la posizione il tempo sufficiente per trovare uno spazio per spiegare la situazione. Sinceramente sperava nell'arrivo di qualche telepate.
Prima di vederlo, Wolverine sentì il ruggito, un rumore di metallo che veniva sfoderato e la porta della cucina che veniva sdradicata dai cardini con un calcio. Senza pensarci due volte, si precipitò alla carica a testa bassa gridando Sabertooth!. Si abbassò il più possibile per eseguire un attacco, le sue unghie erano già nel fianco del nemico e i suoi artigli troppo vicini al viso per i suoi gusti.
Venne spinto in dietro con un calcio nello sterno che gli fece perdere l'equilibrio e finire contro il muro. Vide gli artigli scintllare alla luce della luna che entrava nitida dalla finestra rotta un secondo prima di sentirli entrare e uscire dal fianco. Si accasciò a sedere sul pavimento, il respiro pesante. Wolverine fece un passo in dietro.
"Che c'è Cocco? Già stanco? Non so a cosa stai giocando, ma non ti permetterò di andare oltre."
Una risata rauca uscì dalla sua bocca insieme a un po' di sangue. Stava davvero male per cadere dopo un solo colpo. Tentò di parlare, ma prima che potesse farlo la luce si accese e il piccolo gruppo che era arrivato si stava già preparando per il combattimento intorno a lui. Lentamente cercò di alzare le mani in segno di resa, ma un forte dolore al fianco lo fermò a metà .
Mise una mano sulla ferita e la vide davanti a sé coperta di sangue che continuava a fluire. Tra le dita sporche di sangue intravide la persona che sperava di trovare. La gracile dai capelli rossi. La vista gli si annebbiava e tutto si mescolava in una grande macchia. Con un ultimo pensiero cosciente sperò che lei lo sentisse. "Aiuto".
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Il resto del capitolo continua sul sito.
Mirrors of memory
The_Sick_Rose
Summary:
Victor Creed have to deal with his memory and his past action. The x-man have to deal with Victor.
Chapter 1: Break
He spent the whole day waiting. He had been traveling for several days, from Harrisburg, Pennsylvania to Westchester, taking longer than expected. He had stopped several times to change vehicles and avoid arousing suspicion, ending up driving a 2007 Toyota Corolla with many kilometers to his final goal.
In other circumstances he would certainly prefer to take a bike, but his regenerating factor was evidently not cooperating after the last experiments that had kindly offered him. Normally he would never have thought to ask for help to those nerds with a heart of gold, but as they say, in desperate times they resort to desperate measures.
He was there, waiting. He had parked the car a couple of hours back and walked slowly along the road leading to the villa, remaining outside a highly defended perimeter. It was late at night, it was probably 3:00 in the morning maybe more, the lights were almost all off except for a crack of light on the second floor of the west wing. He knew it would be better to wait until it was completely dark, but after circling the perimeter and getting tired of his condition not improving, he decided he had to try.
He ran into the woods in which he was standing and jumped over the fence, hearing the alarm go off with a thin whistle. Some lights went on and he could imagine the infamous X-Men getting ready in their fancy costumes.
She came like a battering ram to the window leading to the kitchen and fell on the floor. Pieces of glass got stuck in her clothes and skin. A gesture that had poured gasoline on the fire and the pain it felt for more than two days became even more intense. He got up as fast as he could and got into an attacking position with his back against the wall.
This time he did not wait long, recognizing the smell of the cork and knowing that it was approaching and that he was ready for a clash, not that it was mutual. However, this time he would not act attacker beforehand, he just had to maintain the position enough time to find a space to explain the situation. He sincerely hoped for the arrival of some telepaths.
Before he saw it, Wolverine heard the roar, a sound of metal being pulled out, and the door to the kitchen being kicked down from its hinges. Without thinking twice, he rushed to the charge head down and shouted Sabertooth. He stooped as low as possible to execute an attack, his nails were already in the side of the enemy and his claws too close to the face for his taste.
He was pushed back with a kick in the sternum that made him lose his balance and end up against the wall. He saw the claws cleaving in the moonlight entering through the broken window a second before he heard them coming in and out of the side. He collapsed to sit on the floor, heavy breathing. Wolverine took a step back.
"What is it Bob? Already tired? I don’t know what you’re playing, but I won’t let you go any further."
A hoarse laugh came out of her mouth along with a little blood. She was really sick to fall off after one blow. He tried to speak, but before he could, the light went on and the small group that had arrived was already preparing for the fight around him. Slowly he tried to raise his hands in surrender, but a strong pain in his side stopped him in the middle.
He put a hand on the wound and saw it before him covered with blood that continued to flow. Between the blood-stained fingers I saw the person he was hoping to find. The red-haired frail. His vision was blurred and everything was mixed in a big spot. With one last conscious thought she hoped she would hear it. "Help".
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english isn't my fristh linguage and i did NOT have a BETA READER we die like Silverfox.
Unexpected Bond
Summary: Logan and Scott go from rivals to boyfriends after a mission forces them to confront their true feelings.
The X-Jet flew silently through the night sky, the rhythmic hum of its engines a soothing backdrop to the fatigue that settled over Logan and Scott. They sat side by side in the back, their injuries treated but their minds still buzzing from the intensity of their latest mission. The familiar tension between them seemed to have dissolved, replaced by a newfound, tentative connection.
When the team disbanded, Scott lingered in the infirmary, his thoughts in turmoil. Logan, noticing Scott’s distant demeanor, approached him with an unusual tenderness.
“You alright, Summers?” Logan asked, his voice softer than usual.
Scott looked up, his eyes weary. “Just processing everything. Tonight was… a lot.”
Logan nodded, understanding. “Come on, let’s get some fresh air. It might help.”
They stepped outside into the garden, the cool night air a welcome contrast to the sterile environment of the infirmary. They walked in silence to a secluded bench and sat down, the serenity of the garden offering a momentary escape from the chaos of their lives.
Logan broke the silence with a thoughtful tone. “You know, I’ve come to respect you more than I ever thought I would. You handle these situations better than I gave you credit for.”
Scott, surprised by the compliment, met Logan’s gaze. “Thanks, Logan. That means a lot coming from you.”
Logan smirked, though his eyes were sincere. “Don’t get used to it.”
Scott chuckled, the sound lightening the mood. “You’re not so bad yourself. There’s more to you than just the rough exterior.”
Their eyes locked, and something shifted between them. The barriers they had meticulously built began to crumble, revealing a deeper, more vulnerable connection. Logan reached out, his hand gently covering Scott’s.
“Maybe we should stop pretending,” Logan suggested quietly, his gaze steady and earnest.
Scott’s heart raced, but he didn’t pull away. Instead, he leaned in, their faces just inches apart. “Maybe we should.”
Their lips met in a tentative kiss, soft and exploratory at first. As they allowed themselves to fully embrace the moment, the kiss deepened, becoming more passionate. When they finally pulled away, both were breathless, their eyes reflecting a new clarity.
“Guess this changes things,” Scott said, a small but genuine smile playing on his lips.
Logan’s smirk softened into a real, tender smile. “For the better, I’d say.”
They spent the remainder of the night talking quietly, their walls down and their hearts open. The conversation flowed easily, touching on their hopes, fears, and dreams. As dawn approached, they found themselves wrapped in each other’s arms, their bond solidified by the night’s revelations.
In the weeks that followed, Logan and Scott navigated their new relationship with a blend of excitement and calm. They found themselves falling into a new rhythm, their interactions filled with a sense of ease that had been missing before. The tension that once marked their exchanges had transformed into a deep, supportive connection.
Their teamwork improved significantly. In battle, their coordination was almost instinctive, their moves synchronized in a way they hadn’t achieved before. Outside of missions, they found comfort in the small, everyday moments—sharing meals, watching movies, and enjoying quiet evenings together.
One evening, after a particularly grueling training session, Scott and Logan retreated to their quarters. The room was dimly lit, casting soft shadows on the walls. Scott lay on the bed, looking over at Logan who was seated nearby, lost in thought.
“You know,” Scott said softly, breaking the silence, “this is different from what I imagined. But it feels right.”
Logan looked up from his thoughts, a tender smile crossing his face. “Yeah, it’s different. But it’s exactly what we needed. I’m really glad we found this.”
Scott shifted, sitting up and moving closer to Logan. “Me too. I never thought I’d find something like this, something so… meaningful.”
Logan reached out, his hand brushing against Scott’s cheek. “Neither did I. But now that we have it, I’m not letting it go.”
They continued to explore their relationship, finding joy in the ordinary and comfort in each other’s presence. They celebrated milestones, both big and small, and supported each other through challenges. Their bond became a source of strength not only for them but for the entire team. The acceptance they received from their colleagues reinforced the importance of their connection and made their journey together feel even more significant.
One particularly quiet evening, they sat together on the couch, a movie playing softly in the background. Logan glanced over at Scott, who was nestled against him, a contented smile on his face.
“This,” Scott said softly, “this is what I’ve always wanted. To be here with you, just… being.”
Logan pressed a gentle kiss to Scott’s forehead. “I feel the same way. We’ve come a long way, and I wouldn’t trade this for anything.”
As they lay together, wrapped in each other’s arms, they knew their journey was only beginning. Their relationship, forged through shared experiences and newfound understanding, was a testament to the unexpected and enduring nature of true connection. Facing the future together, they embraced the promise of their bond, ready to tackle whatever came their way with unwavering support and love.
So watching the like classic X men movies from like the 2000s or something is both hilarious and cringy cause like we have Rogue with Bobby who I'm pretty sure is gay in the comics. But then we have this weird love triangle with Jean, Logan, and Scott. Why???? And I ship Rogue with Pyro for reasons even I don't know so any interaction between Rogue and Bobby made me cringe hard. And then in last stand they killed off Scott like what was the reason?? And then Magneto just left Mystique after she got hit with the "cure" for him. Lets not even get into the cure like Rogue why did you take the cure was it just because the writers didn't want her to accept and work to control her powers or because they thought we need to find away to not have Rogue in the final battle between her boyfriend and former best friend?
Thank you for coming to my overly chaotic Ted talk that is all.
I headcanon that Scott summers can’t swim, or is scared of water. Bro just seems like the type
Keen Eyes
Peter Maximoff X Mutant!Fem!Reader
Summary: Peter is in love with the reader who’s in love with Scott who’s in love with Jean. Scott and Jean are to loved up to see the damage they’re doing to Y/n but Peter can see it very clearly.
Warnings: Swearing nothing major but it’s there, angst, unrequited love, character deaths (2) although one isn’t really a death in this but it is in the movies if that makes any sense at all, Scott’s a bit of a jerk, Jean’s a bit of a bitch, self doubt and all the great problems it comes with. This isn’t proof read sorry :(
Set after X Men Apocalypse but before Dark Phoenix.
Enjoy
She stared at them, at first it was with anger at the girl but then it became a sadness that swept her away like a tsunami as if all the oceans in the world had suddenly towered over her and knocked her off her feet. The boy was whispering sweet nothings in the redheads ears as she giggled. Y/n was slightly glad she didn’t hear what they were saying probably some kind of loved up bullshit, it made her sick. She never thought she’d fall in love until she met Cyclops also known as Scott Summers but it was not to be as he’d fallen for his other fellow teammate Jean Grey.
Y/n couldn’t really blame him. If she was a guy she definitely would’ve picked Jean over her any day of the week. Jean was everything that Y/n wasn’t. She wasn’t as calm and collected as Jean nor was she as confident as Jean. She sighed angrily, wishing not for the first time, that she could have Raven’s powers so she could change into someone more beautiful. Jean Grey was beautiful. Y/n Y/l/n was not. It was as simple as that. She felt the tears start to form and quickly left the living room going to her room to wallow in her own self pity.
Peter Maximoff had been watching Y/n since she walked in. He knew of her crush on Scott and wondered how she’d take it. She’d taken it as well as he thought she would. It didn’t take a genius to figure out that she was breaking in half; her heart being torn every which way. It made Peter angry more angry then he’d ever been in his life. He got up from the couch and walked over to the couple.
“Scott can I talk to you?” He asked trying not to let anger seep through his voice. Scott huffed.
“Can this wait Peter I’m kinda in the middle of something.” He said before kissing Jean. She giggled and wrapped her arms around Scott’s neck bringing him closer to her. Peter turned away.
“No Scott it can’t wait.” Scott groaned.
“Fine then what is it?” He snapped
“Do you have any idea what you’re doing to her?”
“Who? Jean?” Scott questioned. “Probably turning her on.” Jean giggled again, Peter liked Jean he really did but if she giggled one more fucking time then Peter’s not going to be held responsible for his actions.
“No you fucking idiot Y/n!” Peter shouted fists clenched at his sides. Scott turned away from Jean to look at Peter.
“What about her?”
“She’s loved you for months. She told you she did but you didn’t care you only had your eyes on Jean!”
“Of course I did she’s Jean and Y/n’s Y/n.” This was making Peter almost it boiling point.
“What the fuck is that supposed to mean?!” Peter nearly screamed.
“It means that Y/n could never compare to me.” Jean answered smugly.
“Look at you so high and mighty when it was you that nearly killed Y/n when you couldn’t control your powers!” Peter shouted.
“I killed Apocalypse.” Jean answered “What were you doing Peter laying on the ground crying because daddy doesn’t know you’re his son?” Scott chuckled.
“And what was Y/n doing when we were risking our lives? Where was she? Hiding? Trying to bring Angel back to life. He was our enemy and she brought him back to life. She’s a traitor to us. I don’t even know why Professor Xavier still lets her on the team.” Without thinking about the consequences Peter punched Scott with so much force he fell back onto the floor. He didn’t stop though Peter kept pummelling him until Jean used her telekinesis to get Peter off of Scott. She instantly sat down as Scott’s side. The boys both glaring at each other. Scott’s lip was busted, blood seeping from it.
“But if she’d saved Alex she would be fine.” Peter said. Scott when to lunge for him again but Jean held him back.
“Don’t talk about my brother when you’re the reason he’s dead in the first place.” Peter felt a pang of guilt that made his blood run ice cold. Scott coughed. “You know what Peter just fuck off!” Scott shouted.
“With pleasure.” Peter said getting up and running to Y/n’s room. It was quiet apart from the occasional sob. He knocked softly.
“Go away.” She shouted her voice cracking so badly it also resembled her heart.
“It’s just me. You know Peter Maximoff I’m the fastest person in the school. I’m also part of the X Men and I’m pretty sure you are as well. I’m a hyperactive lunatic who adores twinkies but that doesn’t seem to bother you.” He said hearing her chuckle. “Can I come in?”
“Yeah.” She mumbled as Peter let himself in. She was sitting on her bed facing the window, the blinds had been pulled shut so she was sat in darkness. He didn’t pull the blinds up instead he used his power to sit on her bed. Not to close to her but not to far away from her either. Nothing was said for a few minutes before she asked Peter.
“Why does it hurt so much?”
“Having your heart broken hurts like hell.” Peter said he knows that feeling all to well. When Y/n was looking at Scott Peter was looking at her, he’d been lying if he said that she wasn’t the most attractive girl in the school. At least to him she was.
“How long does it take to fix?” She asked again. Pete shrugged.
“Depends on the person, I guess.”
“Of course it does.” She muttered “God how could I have been so stupid falling for him. Falling for someone who wouldn’t even go out with me. I mean who would go out with me?”
“I would.” Peter said without realising it. When he did it felt like a weight had been lifted off of his chest but instead of evaporating into the air it made its way to settle onto Y/n’s chest.
“You’re just saying that because I’m defenceless right now and I’m supposed to believe anything you say.”
“No I’m not.” Peter argued moving closer to Y/n so he could put his arm around her shoulders. “Look Y/n I know what this does to you. If I could take your pain away and make you forget about that asshole and his bitchy girlfriend I would but that’s not my superpower. The point is ever since I laid eyes on you I couldn’t get you out of my head and you’ve gotta be pretty special to get stuck in my head because of the amount of songs I’ve got hanging around in here.” He said banging his hand against the side of his head for emphasis. “So what if you don’t think you’re beautiful, I think you’re the most beautiful girl in the entire world despite how childish it sounds. You’re beautiful in your own way and I’m going to keep telling you that until it gets stuck in your brain like my songs.” She chuckled again.
“You really mean it?” She asked looking up at him with bloodshot eyes. He didn’t say anything instead he grabbed her chin and kissed her. She tensed before finally relaxing and brought her arms around Peter’s neck and starts playing with the hairs on the nape of his neck. They broke apart, panting before she leaned on his chest. “Thanks Pete.” She muttered into his chest. He pressed a kiss to the crown of her head and said
“Don’t mention it babe. How about you get some sleep?” She nodded and made her way under the covers.
“Pete.” She’s grabbed his wrist with a strength Peter didn’t know she possessed. It wasn’t hurting him.
“Yeah?”
“Stay with me?” She asked. He smirked and she let go of his wrist as he made his way to the other side of the double bed. Once he was under the covers Y/n rolled over to him and laid her head on his chest, just above his heartbeat.
“Always.”
