Seeing fan art of Terry and Sean — not starting shit by pointing out that neither one of them should be drinking as they are both alcoholics.
"Why is nobody freaking out that Banshee is one of the new Horsemen?! He’s an amazing character and I’m glad he’s back"
((— I need to get moved and caught up on my comics ))
Trying to figure out how I want to do a Banshee cosplay. Definitely want to keep it green and yellow, and more like his original costume.
The gif of him staring at Rogue’s ass gets me every time
Thors hammer though.. ahaha.
((I WANT TO HUG HIM SO MUCH.))
Ultimate Spider-Man: Ultimate Deadpool episode (x)
(I loved this episode more then I should have)
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A page from waaay back in the day… :P
Jamie sat at the kitchen, his eyes gently tracing his spouse’s movements as she made him and their progeny some porridge. He couldn’t help but notice how easily she got accustomed to married life while he was thinking a thousand things at the same time, sometimes literally. He heard her hum a gentle tune and he drifted off thinking about events that have transpired since their marriage. He kissed his daughter’s head and bounced her on his knee as he remembered…
St. Patrick’s day, 2013.
“Jamie, me love, let’s go! Our reservation’s in an hour and it’s all the way across town.” Terry said softly, her lips playing against the skin of Jamie’s right cheek. It tingles… Jamie laced his right hand with hers as she nibbled on his right earlobe, her luscious red curls bouncing around his head. “Mo ghra, I just wanna make sure we leave our little one with the best babysitter we can!” remarked Jamie as he hit the wall once more, producing a seventh dupe. This dupe had on a kind smile and adopted a fatherly smile as he looked down to the child. “Ah, your progeny is so beautiful, Prime.” Terry looked towards Jamie and he finally nodded, the seventh’s the charm.
“Jamie, me lad, what’s on yer mind?” came the gentle whisper of his Terry as Jamie looked past her. He smiled sheepishly at her and shrugged as he usually did. He took in her full lips in a pout, her emerald eyes, her body-hugging red cocktail dress and he knew himself to be the luckiest man. He gave her the old doe-eyes and her pout vanished as soon as it appeared, “Sorry, me lass but.. I just was thinkin’ of our young one. I mean.. no matter how many dupes I made tonight they all seemed wildly inappropriate and when I found the perfect one.. I mean, he could still be a bit off. Then again.. I can only fret so much. I’m sorry my dear one.” He reached over and clasped her hand in his, kissing it lightly. “So.. what will ya be wantin’ tonight?” The night was beautiful, they ate and talked and went back to their home to their daughter. It was a beautiful anniversary; he got her emerald earrings to commemorate the day.
Two weeks after the anniversary:
Jamie smiled at the woman next to him, his lips gently meeting hers once more as he pulled her in closer. “Ah, me heart I love ye so much.” He spoke in his horrible accent, gently nudging her nose with his before kissing her lips once more. He took her hand in his and kissed it once more, “Ye complete me, you know? What else could I have done without you? You gave me the gift of our young daughter, something I didn’t even know was possible.” A singular tear made its way down his cheek as he caressed her naked back. He felt Terry cuddle closer to him and he fell asleep happily that night. That night their daughter screamed. Loud.
Jamie was shook from his reverie with a singularly loud shriek that changed in intensity throughout as if the person wasn’t quite in control. He felt dizzy for a moment and then it passed just as the shriek did and he looked towards Terry pleadingly. She gave him a small, tired smile as she took their daughter and calmed her down with her motherly ways. “I love you both so much.” He spoke to them, his eyes sparkling as he looked to them.
Theresa sighed as looked over at him. “Lost in thought again love?” She kissed the top of his head and dished him out some porridge. “What would ye like on your breakfast darlin? Brown sugar good or would ye rather have something else?”
She takes their daughter from him and puts her in her highchair. “Somebody’s getting so big.” she ruffles her hair and gives her a small bowl and some banana slices. “Can hardly believe she’s gonna be seven months old in a few days. “
As Joannie shreaks again Terry sighs “Well she could have yer powers as well, have several o’ them making that noise. “Joan darlin gel eat your nannas please, donnae yell at them.”