Peter Maximoff and Kurt Wagner: Why They’d be CUTE AS HELL Together

Ok, ok, I realize it’s a rarepair.  But hear me out.

  • Kurt’s teleportation is a really good counter to Peter’s speed.  Like, Peter can go as fast as he wants but Kurt’s just gonna be gone before he gets there.  They would have epic games of tag.  New students would watch in slightly concerned awe, especially when Peter manages to grab Kurt’s tail just before he teleports to the roof.  Charles is impressed because Kurt’s teleporting reflexes have never been better and someone Peter is managing to go even faster???
  • Kurt’s first introduction to American music was some earsplitting metal that Scott was listening to while working on his motorcycle and having an Angstfest.  Peter reassures him that there is much better music out there and they spend a whole day just going through Peter’s collection of records and tapes.
  • They watch soccer together.  Kurt’s way more into it than Peter (Alles für Deutschland!  Alles für Deutschland!) but Peter enjoys rooting for the opposing and/or losing team just to bug Kurt.  They both shit all over England, much to Charles’ disappointment.
  • Peter, rebel that he is, goes up to Canada to steal contraband Kinder Eggs for Kurt because a) it’s Kurt’s favorite candy and b) it’s a chocolate egg with a surprise toy inside how cool is that what asshole made these illegal in America.
  • Look they’d just be really cute ok.
  • Also
  • We could call the ship nightsilver
Night of the Full Moon

Summary: The Marauders are out keeping their friend company on the night of the full moon. Though when Remus escapes the shrieking shack and they can’t get him back in, Sirius goes to the reader for help. When Remus finds out what has happened the next day he obviously isn’t thrilled. 

Need to Know: So this is gonna be a two part story :) Also [Y/N] = Your Name. 

Part 1 

Originally posted by metal-up-your-ass-bitch

“Wake up!” A firm voice hissed. You opened your eyes trying to make out the blurry figure hovering over you.

“Sirius?” You yawned. “It’s the middle of the night. What are you… Wait How did you get into the girls dormitory?”

“Never mind that now. It’s Remus.” Suddenly all the sleep that had recently consumed you was gone. Sirius grabbed your wrist pulling you along after him. Together, the two of you ran through the castle. He guided you towards one of the secret passages which led out into the cool night air.

“Sirius,” you panted. “What’s happened?” He gave no answer. Glancing his way, you noticed Sirius was frantically scanning the castle grounds. Then you saw what had him so worried. A great stag came bounding across the yards. It paused a moment to stare at you. You could tell there was anger within his gaze as he glanced first at you then Sirius. It’s anger was short lived for an intense howl echoed in the distance breaking his concentration. Without a second thought, the noble stag went charging towards the howl.

“Remus got out?” You asked horrified. Sirius nodded. “Sirius, we need to get him back to the shrieking shack! We can’t let him hurt anyone!”

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All I want is for Peter to come back and give Theo the biggest bitch slap for trying to take his place as the Sociopath King, and have Derek and Stiles rooting for Peter in the background.

anonymous asked:

If Cap comics are just silly mindless entertainment, then having a silly twist isn't really offensive and people are overreacting. But if Cap's supposed to be a character we're emotionally invested in, if he's a broader symbol of what's good about America, democracy & freedom, then I do think it's kind of hurtful to take that hero away & turn him into a fictionalized version of a Nazi, even if they're saying Hydra is bad within the comic. Problem is, doesn't Marvel prefer the latter to be true?

I agree that we want you to be emotionally invested in the characters, and even that Cap is a broader symbol of what’s good about America. The part I disagree with is the idea that putting the hero/symbol in the worst possible place is a bad thing.

All this is focused on Captain America, who is a natural symbol for a lot of big American ideals. I’ve compared this story in the past to Superior Spider-Man, and people have argued that they don’t think it’s the same thing because of what Cap represents. Well…I disagree, for myself at least.

Spider-Man is a really important character, to me. I have said before that Spider-Man is my religion, and I really believe that with all my heart. I am a die-hard Atheist and I do not believe in or support religion. But all the good things people have told me they have gotten from religion in their lives? I got all of those things from Spider-Man. Morality, community, a way of looking at life…the idea that you need to try to do what’s right even if it’s to your own detriment, that you don’t do what’s right because it’s easy, you do it because it’s right and you might even suffer for it…all that is a big part of my personal belief system, and I think SO MUCH of that is rooted in Peter Parker and his trials and tribulations.

So, Superior Spider-Man. It was the story of Spidey’s greatest enemy, Doctor Octopus, defeating Spider-Man, taking his body and stealing his life and identity. Peter’s mind dies, and Otto Octavius lives on in hos body, taking his place.

And there were lots of fans who were outraged by this story. They were furious that we would have such an amazing hero be defeated, and that we would follow the story of a villain. Not to spoil it too much, I will just say that by the course of that series, by taking Peter to and even past his lowest point of dying and being gone…it actually reaffirmed all the wonderful things that I and those other fans love about Peter. It only through overcoming the greatest adversity that the full strength of the character can be shown. It’s the emotional and moral version of Spidey being trapped under the rubble in Spider-Man 33…he has to use EVERY OUNCE of his strength and determination to lift himself free.

And yes–some of those unhappy fans really did stop reading Spider-Man forever. Others read it and reached out to say they had been wrong and that they loved the full story when it came out.

To me, believing that he is and always has been an agent of the very forces he has fought against for his entire career sounds like the lowest possible point for Captain America. That’s why I want to see how he climbs back from it.

Stupid Mistakes: Peter Maximoff/ Quicksilver Imagine

Prompt #32: I’m so stupid to make the mistake of falling in love with my best friend

Summary: You and Peter are best friends and he has feelings for you

Requested by @oly-sokolova

I shut my book with a smile and stretch out my body. I have been reading all afternoon and finally finished my book. I decide to go to Peter’s room to hang out so I throw some shoes on and head out the door. When I get to his room, I notice that his door is open slightly. I go to open the door but stop when I hear Hank’s voice. I peer in the door to see Peter sitting on the edge of his bed with his head in his hands and Hank standing in front of him. I’m about to knock when they start talking again. “Why don’t you just tell her?” Hank says, clearly fed up with the conversation. Peter scoffs and says “Oh yeah. Great plan. I’ll just march on up to her and say y/n, I think I’m in love with you. And what if she rejects me? What do I do then Hank?”. Hank shakes his head and says “But what if she doesn’t? You’ll never know until you tell her”. Peter grips the roots of his hair tightly as he mumbles “I’m so stupid to make the mistake of falling in love with my best friend”. My jaw drops open and I back away from the door as I see Hank pat Peter’s shoulder and walk towards the door. As he gets closer I turn away and sprint back to my room. I flop onto my bed, replaying the words I had heard Peter say. I lay there for a while before I hear a soft knock on my door. I get up to open it and see Peter’s eyes staring into mine. “Hey Peter what’s up?” I say trying to be causal. He walks in and sits on my bed. “ I know you heard what I said earlier. I saw you outside my door before you ran away. I figured I should say it to your face so um yeah” he says as he grabs my hands and takes a deep breath. “Y/n, I think that I might be in love with you. I know that we are best friends so if you don’t feel the same I understand but I think that it would only be fair to give me a chance. Let me take you on one date before you decide anything. If you still don’t feel anything after that, the I’ll leave you alone” he says nervously. I let go of one of his hands and I put my fingers under his chin to make him look at me, because his eyes couldn’t stay still. I smile at his and shake my head slightly as I say “Who says I don’t already feel the same,hm?”. His eyes open wide and he asks quietly “Really? Like seriously?”. I laugh a little and nod. A huge smile breaks out across his face and he throws his arms around my shoulders. I wrap my arms around his waist and bury my face in his chest. He pulls away and places a soft kiss onto my lips. I look up at him and smirk saying “You know I’m still expecting that date though”. He laughs and nods before placing a kiss to the top of my head and all I can think is how glad I am that I made the mistake of falling in love with my best friend.


Bob Marley & The Wailers - Waiting In Vain (1977)

always on point….


1. We are The Church. 
We are not a denomination since our Founder was Jesus Christ 2000 years ago. Jesus built His Church on the Apostle Peter (Cephas-Rock) in Matt. 16:18 as a Dynastic office supported by the Holy Spirit and those Apostles and Bishops in full communion with the Bishop of Rome who holds the Keys of the Kingdom of Heaven. The Pope is the direct and unbroken successor of Peter. No other Church in the world can trace its roots through Peter to Jesus. Only the Catholic Church has this.

2. Our name is the “Catholic Church”. 
We are not just Roman Catholics. Latin and Eastern Catholics form the Catholic Church, the world’s largest single religious body and the largest Christian Church with 1.2 Billion members. The word “Catholic” means Universal; we are everywhere and for everyone, every nation, every race and every colour.

3. The Bible is a Catholic book. 
The Catholic Church, by God’s authority to bind and loose and to be led into All Truth by the Holy Spirit (Matt. 16:19), put the Canon (list) of the Bible together in the 4th Century. We chose 27 books for the New Testament out of 50+ choices, and 46 books of the Old Testament from the Septuagint as that was the Jewish Scriptures Jesus and the Apostles used for a total of 73. The words; Bible, New Testament, Old Testament were chosen by the Catholic Church to define the final terms of the Canon of Scripture. The Catholic Church put together the Bible you now use. The original Bible was intact with 73 books from 300 AD till the 16th Century. This was the Bible all Christians used (73 books) until the Protestants breakaway when they removed 7 books from the Bible and now have 66 though the Bible says we should not take anything away from it (Rev. 22:19). We still use the original Bible in our Churches.

4. Our form of Worship is called the Mass. 
This is from the Apostles who inspired by the Holy Spirit gave us this Sacred Tradition making our worship Divine in origin. No other form of Christian worship, despite its respectful nature, is divine like ours. We worship as the angels do in heaven with incense (Rev. 8:4). This was the way the Apostles worshiped and this is the way they taught us to worship. We have a heavenly worship.

5. The Eucharist (communion) is the true and real presence of Christ; body, blood, soul and divinity. 
While the species’ properties remain bread and wine to the senses, they are in whole changed into the Flesh and Blood of Christ. Through our holy priesthood with valid Apostolic succession the prayers of consecration make this change, and the one time sacrifice of Christ on Calvary is represented to the Father. Only Catholic and Orthodox Churches have a valid Priesthood with Jesus truly present in the Eucharist. All other forms of celebrating the last supper in Protestant communions are symbolic in nature as they lack a valid Priesthood.

6. We do not worship Mary or the Saints. 
We worship the one true God of the Holy Trinity (Trinity was a word invented by the Catholic Church to describe one God in three persons; Father, Son and Holy Spirit). We honor Mary and all the Saints who did the will of God and lived heroically holy lives. All Saints are created beings and therefore are not Divine and worthy of Adoration which alone belongs to God. Since nothing can separate us from the love of God (Rom. 8:35) we believe that not even death can so we believe that all Christians who have died are alive with God and together we form one big spiritual family of God which we call the body of Christ and communion of Saints. Since they are already home with God (where we hope to be someday) and see God face to face, we ask them to intercede (pray) for us just as we ask our living brothers and sisters on earth to pray for us. They are our holy siblings just as we have physical siblings. If we believe in the power of prayers of human beings like us, how much more the power of people who are in heaven praying for us. Mary and the Saints are home in heaven with God our Father.

7. We accept all Protestants as our separated brothers and sisters in Christ. 
Together, Catholics, Orthodox and Protestants make up the one body of Christ. The Orthodox share the most in common with the Catholic Church as they are valid churches because they have retained Apostolic succession with all seven sacraments. They are wounded by their lack of union with the Bishop of Rome who holds Primacy among all Bishops, and serves as a source of unity which the Orthodox do not enjoy. Protestants have a valid Trinitarian Baptism and they are incorporated into the body of Christ and should be deemed worthy to be called a Christian though they have not maintained a valid Priesthood nor Apostolic worship. Over time Protestantism, by its very nature, has continued to divide from one another and water down the Christian faith, form of worship and Christian moral view. Off shoots from Protestantism like Mormons, Jehovah Witnesses, Unitarian, Church of Christian Science and Oneness Pentecostals are not considered Christian and are a completely different religion.

All Christians are to blame for our disunity. The Orthodox in rejecting the Primacy of the Pope, successor of Saint Peter. The Protestants in their revolt creating many man made ecclesial communions not founded by God rejecting parts of the Apostolic Faith. The Catholic Church while having the fullness of Christian Truth, has sinned against our neighbor at times creating unrest in the body of Christ, that was in part responsible for this division.

We pray as Jesus prayed for the unity of all Christians to return to full communion in the Catholic Church, sharing all their gifts in unity at the Eucharistic table of our Lord. We also pray for all non-Christian religions and non-religious to accept Jesus Christ as their Lord and Savior reconciling the whole world to the One, Holy, Catholic, and Apostolic Church for their is no salvation except through Jesus Christ. God bless you and please pray for me


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W.I.C.K.E.D. took the boys to another room to sleep, but Newt couldn’t stay still enough to sleep. Despite what he told you, doubts crept into his mind. At least at the Glade, they knew what they were doing.

Thomas tried to calm him down. He was until they found Aris in a room with your and Teresa’s name on it. Y/L/N. That’s what the door said. Y/N Y/L/N. Aris had no idea who Teresa or you were, saying that the room was empty when he got there.

The news made Newt and Thomas want to leave immediately to try to find you, yet Minho made them wait so that they could plan.

The next day, Newt found himself being shaken awake by Minho and Thomas. “Newt!” He shouted.

He groggily opened his eyes to see sand. Shooting up from the ground, he saw that they were on a beach near a jungle. “Where are we?” Newt asked.

Thomas answered, “I don’t know. We just woke up.”

“It’s some sort of island,” Minho noted, “W.I.C.K.E.D. must have sent us here.”

“Why only us?” The boys looked at him gravely. Ignoring the silence, Newt suggested, “Reckon there’s anyone here?”

Peter sensed the new people on Neverland the second they got to the island. Checking on you before he left, he flew to a tree by the tree. The dark haired ones woke up before the other. Peter almost smiled at their bewildered expressions. It wasn’t until he heard the other’s name that he felt uneasy. “Newt!”

You had only been on the island for a couple days, but Peter and his Lost Boys felt attached to you. Felix had already started teasing him about his growing feelings.

The blond one woke up with a start. They talked for a while before heading to the jungle.

Knowing that these boys might take you back, Peter glared at them and flew back to camp. He saw you awake finally by the fire pit with some of the boys. “Hello, Y/N,” he greeted you, “Slept well?”

“Yes,” you answered pleasantly, “Did you?”

Peter nodded quickly, wanting to get you away from camp for a bit. “Have I shown you Mermaid Lagoon? It’s really pretty this time a day.” His eyes lit up with hopefulness.

“Sounds delightful.” You smiled.

The Lost Boys were out scouting, unsure if the island had changed in any way, so the camp was relatively quiet. Some voices could be heard in the distance. “What are those?” You asked, “It sounds like voices.” Your eyebrows furrowed together with recognition.

“Neverland does that,” he hastily explained, “Always pulling voices from your mind and projecting it into the island.”

You seemed to believe him until you heard the voices again. Stopping in your tracks, you muttered, “I swear that those are-”

“Bloody hell, Tommy, it’s like its own Maze.” Even if he wasn’t close, you recognized the voice anywhere. Your eyes widened and, ignoring Peter, you ran to the voices.

Branches scrapped your arm, but you didn’t care. It wasn’t until you actually saw the blond hair you stopped. Minho and Thomas looked at you with shock. Newt was turned around, but he noticed the awestruck expression and immediately turned around. “Y/N?” He asked, unsure if you were real.

You nodded, smiling widely. Tears were starting to go to your eyes. You thought you would never see them again after the Crank incident.

Newt walked to you, trying to make sure that you were in fact there. “It’s me, Newt,” you promised before wrapping your arms around him. You felt him breathe out with relief.

“Y/N, how did we get on this bloody island?” He asked, hoping that you would know.

“‘Bloody,’” Peter came out of nowhere, scaring the boys, “How very British. Bit relieved that the accent didn’t die out. I wasn’t sure with how the world changed.”

Newt looked at the boy weirdly. “Yeah, I see you have one too,” he said awkwardly, “I’m Newt.”

“Weird name,” Peter remarked, “I am Peter Pan, but you can call me Pan. You’re on Neverland.”

“This is Minho and Thomas,” you introduced them, “Peter, isn’t this great?”

“You know him?” Minho asked.

He smirked tiredly and nodded. “I saved her.”

“Someone put me in a room and the Cranks were trying to get in,” you explained, “Peter saved me and took me here.”

“Why didn’t you look for us?” Newt asked, looking a little hurt.

“I didn’t really know that she had people she knew there,” Peter saved you from explaining, “It’s my instinct to take lost people here so it was more impulsive than anything else.” You shot him a grateful smile. He smiled back, making Newt feel weird. “So, the Lost Boys are at training if you want to meet the rest of the boys here.” Peter wanted to make them leave, but he didn’t want you to go yet.

The five of you awkwardly walked to the training area. Peter noted the boy’s limp. “Are you alright?” He asked, curious.

“Newt has a limp,” you mentioned, “He got it at the Glade.” Newt looked at you, relieved that you didn’t mention how he got it. He had a feeling that Peter Pan would use anything against him.

They got to the clearing. The Lost Boys were too focused on training to actually notice. “Boys!” Peter yelled. They stopped and circled around the group.

“Who are they?” One asked.

“Are they new Lost Boys?”

Peter scoffed slightly, making Minho, Thomas, and Newt look at him. “No, they’re the Gladers,” he introduced. The Lost Boys nodded in recognition.

A cocky Lost Boy said, “They hardly look like they can hold a sword.”

“Actually, Newt has his machete,” you corrected, “And Minho and Thomas are good with knives.”

“Here, we’re more experienced with long swords and bow and arrows,” Peter bragged slightly, “We fight pirates.”

“Yeah, we fight Grievers,” Newt remarked, “A tiny bit more impressive than pirates.” You looked at both of them, not really liking the competitive banter.

You turned to Thomas and Minho. “Where’s Teresa? I woke up and she was gone.”

“We don’t know,” Minho answered, “It’s only been a day since the Maze and now we’re dropped here.” Before they could continue the conversation, Peter announced, “You think that because you have experience with a machete, you could fight me?” The Lost Boys laughed at that, but Newt didn’t waver.

“I think I could,” he replied bravely. Peter looked at him with amusement before waving his hand in front of him. “Think of your weapon.” A shower of green sparkles appeared and Newt hesitantly thought of his old machete.

A familiar grip in his hand surprised him. He looked at it with awe. It was the same as it was in the Glade. Its worn grip, its recently sharpened edge, even the mark from when he dropped it in the beginning. “How-?”

“Magic,” Peter answered simply, “People believe in me. This whole island is magic. Where I come from is magical.” He summoned his own weapon, a sword not much longer than Newt’s. The Lost Boys surrounded the boys, who ignored your protests to stop.

Their swords clashed. Newt was better than Peter expected and being dead for years made him inexperienced. The Lost Boys rooted for Peter, but once he turned his back, Newt used his elbow to hit him. He yelled out in pain. The spot that Newt hit just so happened to be where Rumple stabbed him.

The Lost Boys looked like they wanted to kill Newt. They probably would have if Peter had not risen his hand. “What’s wrong with you?” Newt asked.

“Rather recently stabbed in the back.” His expression turned dark. “I hate to say it, but you bested me. I’ll have to train harder.” He motioned to a Lost Boy. “Take them to a cabin.”

“I’m really starting to hate this island,” Thomas mumbled as they hung from their cage in a tree. The boys nodded in agreement.

The Marauders Wall of London

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“We can make a map of London,” Peter pipes up.

Everyone turns to him and the shy man turns red.

James and Sirius would usually break out into sarcasm by this point, but since this is the first meeting of the Order of the Phoenix, the four friends are eager to prove their worth despite being younger than all the other participants. Remus is strategically placed to step on toes anyway to prevent ill-timed comments.

“A map of London?” Fabian Prewett asks. “What good would that do?”

Peter is too shy to answer him, but Remus comes to his rescue. Remus is good with that.

“I think I understand what you mean, Wormtail,” the werewolf says instead of answering the redhead. “But the only reason we were able to make a map of Hogwarts was because we explored it – every inch of it.”

Minerva Mcgonagall can’t help the snort that escapes her and all four mischief makers turn to look at her with involuntary guilt.

“No,” she says, amusement in her voice. “It’s just nice to have a theory proven right. Go on. This is interesting. It’s wonderful to see you boys applying your education in…creative pursuits.”

They all blush. They can’t help it. It’s only been a few months since graduation.

“A map of London,” Dumbledore muses. “It would be great tactical advantage of course despite several houses being Unplottable.”

Sirius looks confused. “It’s not just that. If we do it right, it would show everyone in the map. It’s a map that never lies.”

There is astounded silence at that.

“Do you mean to tell me,” Edgar Bones says eventually. “That you four managed to make a Hogwarts version of that?”

Sirius shrugs modestly. James can’t help a snort of laughter at that and Remus’s shoulders are already shaking. Peter is quiet, but then again, Peter is always quiet.

“But it’ll take an enormous amount of work,” Remus adds. “We managed to do Hogwarts through two years of exploration. London…is bigger. But we’ll have plenty more free time.”

“I don’t think we can use parchment this time,” James muses. “The logistics alone…maybe a wall? Which wall, do you think?”

As one, the Marauders look to the Headmaster of Hogwarts, who is watching the boys with fondness.

“You can use the Order safehouse,” he answers the unspoken question. “And while the war will no doubt need your invention, do take care of yourselves.”


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Some badass asskicking

So, I read this prompt by Spideypoolfanfics and I really wanted to do it. Like… So badly.

But I have to warn you, this is the first time for me to write a Spideypool fanfic. I don’t wanna ruin your cute and beautiful heads with my first time, but please… Bear with me~


As always Peter thought that this would have been a normal day. He was in the bank to do some stuff for Wade. His fiancé was really a big moneymaker after all, but it was not like Peter liked the way he Wade made it. Being a mercenary was not really Peter’s style – if you could say it like that. Peter was the type who got the job done, not by killing the bad guys, but by webbing them to the ground or wall, whatever, until the cops showed up to get them, much better after Peter’s opinion. But he had tried, not as the only one, to reason Wade, but the merc with a mouth would always find a way back to his roots. So Peter slowly had to accept.

Suddenly, while Peter was thinking of his lovely and fantastic fiancé, – how he loved to say that over and over – a couple of masked men stormed into the building and pointed with guns at people. Not like Peter had not seen that kind of thing before – although he was Spiderman after all. But this time he wasn’t in his suit and he could not risk getting his identity revealed. People he loved would get hurt if that happened, like aunt May. There are so many bad guys out there and he would not let anything happen to the people he loved.

“Hey you, onto the floor, now! Hands behind your head!” one of them yelled at Peter, while he pointed his gun directly at his head.

Peter did what he was told to. Standing on his knees, with his hands behind his head, he looked around the room. The other guys got all the other civilians onto the floor too. so much for making some “easy money”.

Suddenly a grin covered Peter’s lips.

“What are you laughing at? Do you think this is funny?!” the guy, who pointed his gun at peter, said.

“The fact that you will get your ass kicked in not so long,” Peter answered.

The masked men laughed at him. But not shortly after, they started to look worried, as if they in fact believed him. One of them stepped forward and walked towards Peter. Maybe his was their leader of some sort?

“So you think you’re a little smartass huh? Do you want to know what I do about smartasses like you?” Peter did not even get the chance to answer before the guy kicked him in the stomach. That lead to Peter falling down, holding his hands on his stomach and whimper in pain. Of course there was the fact that he had a super ability to heal himself because of the mutation and therefore can take a little more than a average person… But this guy really knew how to kick. After that some of the other men started to join in and Peter got beaten up really badly.

“Now you know what I do about smartasses like you,” the leader said with a wide grin on his face. But not shortly after, it left his lips, as the sound of the windows in the ceiling breaking and a male figure in a red and black suit appeared. It was Wade.

The merc, as always, opened his mouth: “Who asked for a pizza delivering? ‘Cause I forgot the pizza!” and took the two katanas that was always on his back. After a not so long time of asskicking, Wade went to help Peter on his feet.

“You okay, baby boy?” he asked.

“I’m fine, don’t you worry,” Peter answered.

He looked at the men who where moaning in pain and even bleeding – but of course, they had hurt Deadpools sweet, sweet honeybug. “I told you that you would get your asses kicked.”