#please read it

I ended up hearing about this old manga called “Be-Bop highschool” read it and watched the OVAs it’s so fucking awesome. Plus I always liked delinquent stuff. It’s very crude, and they throw around “fag” and the r slur, in case you’re sensitive, but I still recommend watching or reading it.

Some of my personal panels out of context:

Scott stood rigid, hands clenched into fists. "He's gone where? Alone? To fight Apocalypse?" His voice was a strained whisper that barely contained the tremor of fury he felt.

Ororo, her face etched with worry, held out a crumpled piece of paper to Erik. "He left this, Mr. Lehnsherr. For you. And Logan.

Erik took the letter, his fingers tracing the creases. He unfolded it with a deliberate slowness, his eyes scanning the familiar, slanted handwriting. He read silently, his expression hardening with each line.

Logan, who had just arrived and was leaning against the doorway, arms crossed, straightened as he saw the grim set of Erik's jaw. "What's he done, Maggie?"

Erik handed him the letter without a word. Logan’s eyes narrowed as he read, a low growl rumbling in his chest.

The letter read:

Mr. Lehnsherr, Logan,

By the time you read this, I'll be long gone. Don't bother lookin' for me. I know what I have to do. I did things... terrible things. And I can't live with it. This is the only way. Apocalypse has to be stopped. And I'm the one who's gonna do it. I owe the world that much. I owe all of you. Don't mourn me. Just try to understand why I had to do this.

Remy.

Ororo then gave Erik a second letter. "And this one... this one was for me." Her voice wobbled.

Erik took the proffered parchment. This time, he read aloud, allowing the others to share in its fragile beauty.

"Ororo," it began, the carefully chosen words a stark contrast to the raw pain in his note to Erik and Logan. "Sister, I can never thank you enough for being my friend. You saw the good in me when I couldn't see it in myself. You were always there, a true storm when I was drowning to the point of no return. I wish I could have been a better brother to you. Never doubt your worth, Ororo. You are a force of nature, inside and out. Always be strong and never lose faith. All my love."

Her lower lip trembled, and Jean wrapped an arm around her, offering silent comfort.

Finally, with shaking hands, Rogue stepped forward. Her eyes were red-rimmed and swollen.

"He left one for me too, Mr. Lehnsherr." Her voice cracked.

Erik gently reached out and took the letter, his touch almost hesitant. He knew, somehow, that this one would be the hardest. He steeled himself and began to read, his voice softer than anyone had ever heard it.

"Marie," he read, using her given name, a sign of deep intimacy. "Darlin', I... don't know where to start. I messed up. Real bad. You deserve someone better than me. Someone who isn't haunted by the things I've done. Someone who can give you the world. I wanted to be that someone. More than anything. You're the strongest, most beautiful person I know, inside and out. Don't ever let anyone tell you different. Please, promise me you won't blame yourself. This isn't your fault. It's mine. All mine. I love you, Marie. I always will."

Rogue burst into tears, burying her face in her hands. Jean held her close, whispering soothing words. Even Scott, usually so stoic, looked shaken.

Logan let out a frustrated snarl. "Damn fool kid! Thinks he can take on Apocalypse by himself? He's got a death wish!"

Jubilee, finally succumbing to her emotions, launched herself at Erik, burying her face in his shirt. "Make him come back, Mr. Lehnsherr! Please! Don't let him die!"

Erik held her tightly, his gaze distant, his mind already racing. He looked at the faces surrounding him: fear in Jubilee's, grief in Ororo's and Rogue's, anger in Scott's, worried determination in Jean’s.

"I will bring him back, Jubilee," he said, his voice resolute. "I give you all my word. Logan, start tracking his scent. Scott, Jean, I need your help coordinating a search. Ororo, stay with Jubilee. Bobby, keep watch. Bishop, if you see anything that doesn’t add up… tell me. This ends now. I will not lose another child I promised to protect."

Reading my pinned post would be a good start.

For me to consider somebody to be a mutual with me, their Queen, we would likely need to have interacted frequently in a positive and respectful manner, alongside sharing common interests and getting along platonically. If I became mutuals with everybody, most of the conversations wouldn’t last long because we would lack anything significant to discuss outside of kink. I appreciate my interests outside of kink aren’t listed on my profile, so I plan on updating my pinned post at some point in the future to add them.

(it would mean a lot if you read it)

~A glorious dying star~

is it freeing for you to land your ships on me

to explore me

i cannot talk

im just a star

you don’t know that i despise being inspected and touched

but i shine so brightly

i know exactly what i am

im such a cute, shimmering star

is that why it hurt you to not scrabble every inch of me?

you like pretending to be a star too

but unlike me, you don’t know what star you are

so sometimes you’re burning hot and blue

you appreciate that stars like me exist

that im not yet a supernova

some days you are freezing cold and red

and you say that stars like me should remain in their clusters

because who could love a fragile, scarred star like me?

i work hard to light up the sky alongside my kin

because the sun just sits there, its already so bright

humans help the sun shine brighter

so we stay hidden until the sun needs help

thats all i am good for

staying hidden until im told

everyone wants to read about what a success the sun is

you want to bathe in its natural light

not mine

im not bright enough

im not big enough

im not good enough

i will never be as bright as the sun

the sun always masks my aura

city lights cover the way i shine

even if my glow is magnificent

and im at my brightest

you shut your curtains

and hope the light eventually dims

i am fading

i am close to exploding

no one will notice if one star goes away

there are so many other stars

they’re better than i ever could have been

i will never be a famous star

or a beautiful one

notice my essence and soak in it

before i am gone forever

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