ice to meet you!

bobby drake / iceman.

[frosticr]

jameslogans‌:

He can’t be sure how long he’s been around because he can’t remember a lot of his time. Logan asked Jean to help him remember, but the process is slow. He knows that if too much is revealed at once that there’s a risk. Still, since he’s joined the X-Men alone, it’s felt like a lifetime. He can’t imagine how much time has passed before then. How much time he’s missing in his mind. There’s a part of him that’s afraid to find out. He takes a long swig of his drink as he tries to calm his nerves. He’s never had troubles with girls before, but that’s because he’s never gone into this particular territory. He’s never tried to be serious with one that he can remember. He doesn’t know what the hell he’s doing. “Terry Cassidy,” he murmured her name lowly. “I don’t know. I like her. But I don’t know what to do. I’m not good at this shit. I don’t want to hurt her.” 

It makes Bobby feel like Logan trusts him to discuss something so personal with him. He wouldn’t ever tell someone else about it of course, respecting the confidentiality of the conversation. He hasn’t ever seen this side of his friend before though, which makes Bobby smile at the confession. The drink in his own hand is lifted up  to his lips, taking a swig of the beer before placing it down on the counter. “Terry, huh? I know her.” Bobby admits whole turning to look at Logan better. “Does anyone really know what to do when it comes to relationships? There’s no booklet to tell us what we should say on a date. Every relationship is different, and I think you’re doing the right things at least. Have you gone on a date with her yet? Just show her how you feel, Logan. You’re a good man, and I’m sure she sees that. It’s okay to be nervous, you know?”

[frosticr]

roi--des--voleurs‌:

[homme de glace] yeah, but usually only when drinks are involved. you sayin you gonna offer me some? [homme de glace] we got that in common. so maybe it might end up bein a long visit [homme de glace] i’ll clear my schedule, then [homme de glace] it is. I can always steal buy another one, but it’s the principle of the matter [homme de glace] an honest mistake, mon ami. you’re forgiven [homme de glace] merci, but I don’t need luck. I’m just that good!

[ OUTGOING → GAMBIT ] i can definitely offer drinks! they’ll be guaranteed to be ice cold too so that’s something to look forward to.

[ OUTGOING → GAMBIT ] you know i wouldn’t mind that, we haven’t been able to catch up and just hang out in a while.

[ OUTGOING → GAMBIT ] good! i’ll clear mine too. 😃

[ OUTGOING → GAMBIT ] yeah, you could buy another, but you shouldn’t have to, right? because you don’t want to lose something that’s yours.

[ OUTGOING → GAMBIT ] you are the best after all. 😜 but still sending good thoughts your way anyway!

[frosticr]

ptrparkcrs‌:

( 📩 → ice ice baby ): yeah it is baby!! it was actually six one night and a minute every other!!! i’m thriving!!!!!! sleep is for the weak bobby and i AM NOT WEAK ( 📩 → ice ice baby ): is warren their leader ( 📩 → ice ice baby ): is he the alpha pigeon does he know does he have the answers ( 📩 → ice ice baby ): you know i’ve never seen a baby pigeon i don’t think they exist i’m pretty sure it’s just lots of full-sized pigeons spawning from one alpha pigeon ( 📩 → ice ice baby ): which is apparently warren ( 📩 → ice ice baby ): why aren’t you thinking about pigeons

[ OUTGOING → PETER PARKER ] will you try sleeping for at least ten more minutes a night buddy? i know that’s a wild concept, but i believe you can do it.

[ OUTGOING → PETER PARKER ] i think he might be 😂 warren claims that he can’t communicate with them, but they’re always bothering him????

[ OUTGOING → PETER PARKER ] can’t train sometimes because birds invited themselves to the party.

[ OUTGOING → PETER PARKER ] i’ve never seen a baby pigeon, and i’m afraid to look it up.

[ OUTGOING → PETER PARKER ] i wasn’t before, but now i am.

[ OUTGOING → PETER PARKER ] do you think pigeons like math?

[frosticr]

ladywolverines‌:

♘ for a questioning text 

@frosticr

(✉️ ➡️ 🥶🌨️🧊 ): When the ice you make melts… is it like filtered water? (✉️ ➡️ 🥶🌨️🧊 ): Can people drink it?

[ OUTGOING → LAURA ]   it’s safe to consume, yeah!

[ OUTGOING → LAURA ]   i’ve had people use it for ice cream before too.

[ OUTGOING → LAURA ]   just don’t ever point out the melting to the sentient ice creatures i make sometimes. they’re sensitive about it.  ⛄️

[frosticr]

solarsunspots‌:

Send ‘happy’ to receive a happy/excited text from my muse. // @frosticr

(✉️ ➡️ 🎶cold as ice🎶): guess who’s back (✉️ ➡️ 🎶cold as ice🎶): back again (✉️ ➡️ 🎶cold as ice🎶): berto’s back (✉️ ➡️ 🎶cold as ice🎶): tell a friend (✉️ ➡️ 🎶cold as ice🎶): WADDUP MAN i’m back in the country and ready to FUCK SHIT UP stop doing math and come HANG OUT WITH ME buddy

[ OUTGOING → RING OF FIRE ]  YOOOO ROBERTO

[ OUTGOING → RING OF FIRE ]when did you get back?

[ OUTGOING → RING OF FIRE ] first of all math is amazing and has done nothing wrong ever in it’s life so leave math alone dude

[ OUTGOING → RING OF FIRE ] i’d love to hang out with you! what did you have in mind?  i need to know how to dress for this reunion of ice and fireeeee

[frosticr]

ptrparkcrs‌:

☽ for a sleepy text [ @frosticr ]

( 📩 → ice ice baby ): bobbyyyyyyy ( 📩 → ice ice baby ): it could just be the fact that i’m running on like 20 minutes of sleep this week ( 📩 → ice ice baby ): but do pigeons have feelings ( 📩 → ice ice baby ): this is haunting me

[ OUTGOING → PETER PARKER ] peterrrrrrrrrr

[ OUTGOING → PETER PARKER ] what is that like almost three minutes of sleep a night? you need an entire day’s worth of rest buddy!

[ OUTGOING → PETER PARKER ] they probably do

[ OUTGOING → PETER PARKER ] i don’t know anything about them, but they flock around warren when he’s flying in hopes that he’ll take them somewhere.

[ OUTGOING → PETER PARKER ] why are you thinking about pigeons?

[big-gay-apocalypse]

Bobby, it was four dollars.

[doortotomorrow]

fire and ice

[frosticr]

itsdamianwavne‌:

Slipping off of the bus, hood up, head down, Damian began to jump down the stairs of the public transport, slipping a little on untied boots, and falling into another human, a grunt leaving him as he tried to catch his balance. “Oh, shit–” Damian’s hood fell away, revealing his face. It was dangerous, in New York, for him to be out and about. Especially since his face was pretty infamous, around these parts. “Sorry.”

His head hits the pavement with an audible thud, luckily not an impact to cause any major damage, but it knocks the wind out of him for a moment. Bobby was more durable than what the world might think, and this could have been avoided if he could use his powers to cushion the fall. Oh well, he just stares up at the sky for a moment before sitting up. His students have hit him harder than this during danger room training sessions or when Bobby needed to stop a fight in the hallway. “It’s fine. No harm done. Are you okay?”

[gyllenhaaldaily]

Jake Gyllenhaal photographed by Alasdair McLellan for Another Man Magazine (2020)

[frosticr]

jameslogans‌:

Things were the same as they’d always been. However, somehow they were worse. Mutants were never welcome in the world. Humans and mutants never saw eye to eye. For some reason mutants were a threat. Now, with the Accords and Central Park, things were worse than ever. So, with the old, there was always new. But sometimes that wasn’t always good. He nodded, but he didn’t say anything other than chug the rest of the beer that was in his hand. He didn’t want to think about it. Logan ordered another beer, before replying, “Seems like a long time ago, huh? Time’s funny like that.” He couldn’t remember himself, but he assumed that was how it was. “Yeah,” Logan slurred to himself, peeling the label of his beer, “There’s a girl. It’s all confusing, Bob. I don’t know what the fuck I’m doing.” 

Society never really accepted Mutants, Bobby knew this, living with witnessing it first hand. His parents hate Mutants so much they sent Bobby to Mutant conversion therapy. It didn’t work because he was proud of being a Mutant, but this priest told him that was wrong. Eventually enough was enough, and Bobby stopped going. His parents never really forgave him for that, always wondering why he doesn’t decide to try being normal. Bobby tries you let them know that’s not how it works, but everything he does disappoints them. “It sure does! It feels like a lifetime ago.” Bobby has to get used to living for a long time, and at least that means he would get to spend more time with Logan. “Oh! A girl? Tell me all about her. Are you two seeing each other? What’s the story?” He might not have been in many relationships, but he was pretty good in the advice department. Bobby is just waiting for the right guy is all.

[frosticr]

twentyninetynines‌:

(✉️ ➡️ frozen in time): i choose to blame you, anyways. (✉️ ➡️ frozen in time): wait seriously? […] (✉️ ➡️ frozen in time): much better. (✉️ ➡️ frozen in time): thanks, bobby. […] (✉️ ➡️ frozen in time): oh god this isn’t bad for the environment is it? (✉️ ➡️ frozen in time): am i the cause of global warming

[ OUTGOING → MIGUEL ] i’m flattered by you choosing to blame me then 😂

[ OUTGOING → MIGUEL ] yeah! you didn’t know that?

[ ... ]

[ OUTGOING → MIGUEL ] you’re welcome, dude. don’t worry about it, i’ll make sure the weather is back to normal by noon tomorrow.  

[ OUTGOING → MIGUEL ] leave worrying about the environment to me.

[ OUTGOING → MIGUEL ] if it makes you feel better spring is around the corner so it should be getting warmer anyway!

[tinas-belcher]

[frosticr]

itspciler‌:

( 📩 → bobbbbbbyyyyy! ): i lveoeeee jokes! ( 📩 → bobbbbbbyyyyy! ): no 🥺🥺🥺🥺 ( 📩 → bobbbbbbyyyyy! ): he’s my bset frend!! i dnt want him to hate me :((((((( ( 📩 → bobbbbbbyyyyy! ): cuz!!! im ME no oen wnats ME nto evne my dad  ( 📩 → bobbbbbbyyyyy! ): wyh wuodl tim want me

[ OUTGOING → STEPH ] i’ll think of the best jokes to tell you. hopefully you find them just as funny tomorrow.

[ OUTGOING → STEPH ] understandable, but if he’s your best friend you have a special bond that can’t be easily broken. so if you told him he could still want to be your friend?

[ OUTGOING → STEPH ] it’s always risky dating a friend, but there’s also the possibility of him feeling the same too. you never know until you try!

[ OUTGOING → STEPH ]  sometimes dads just suck trust me i know.

[frosticr]

jeanelcinegrey‌:

“I used to think about it all the time,” Jean admitted. She could read minds – she could see into people’s deepest desires, their greatest wishes, and that meant that she’d always been prone towards being a dreamer despite her tendencies towards realism (another side effect of being a telepath, in that she knew exactly who people were and what they were capable of). Erik used to think of a country dedicated to mutants, a homeland like his people found after the war where they could return to when they lost sight of who they were, so they could have a homeplace to return to when the rest of the world shut them out. Sitting on the couch as a teenager, Scott’s head in her lap and Bobby’s head on her shoulder, Jean thought of that world too, a world where it was just her and the boys, just her and the team, just her and the X-Men who would change everything if they were only given the chance to do so. “If Erik was here,” she said, voice low because she knew Magneto was a touchy subject for more reasons than one, “he would say if we wanted to see it, we would have to build it. Nothing comes from wishing, only from work.”

But the work involved was something Jean couldn’t predict. It wasn’t something she could foresee. The answer must be somewhere, a hundred or a thousand minds each having a piece of the puzzle that she could pull together if she could just operate Cerebro, but her own abilities were too strained. She was exhausted and worn down. Speaking hurt, breathing hurt, each breath reminding her that Scott died in pain, too. “I used to get annoyed,” she whispered, “when you stayed with him after an argument instead of coming with me. But I get it now. I get it.” Scott took things more seriously, even stupid fights as kids, than Jean ever did. Jean would stew and rage and get over it. Scott would hold onto it for weeks at a time. He needed Bobby, and Bobby needed him. “Yeah,” she said. “Breakfast sounds good. Banana pancakes, maybe. I’m not really eating properly, but … pancakes sound really nice.”

The sound of a country for Mutants sounds like a dream, one that he could only imagine, but having somewhere that’s safe for their people to live and grow. The children could feel free to hangout without worrying about hateful things being said to them. Which is all Bobby could want for them. He may just be a mathematics professor, but was also an X-Man. He trains the students in the danger room sometimes, wanting to help give them the skills to protect themselves if anyone comes after them. “Yeah? It wouldn’t be a bad thing would it? If we did the work?” Oh how his parents would be thrilled about such a thing happening. They barely come visit him as it is, but one too many times screaming at Bobby in one of the empty classrooms makes them unwelcome. “Our people deserve to live their lives freely, but it doesn’t feel like we’re free sometimes does it?” Bobby takes a deep breath, and tries to collect himself. He doesn’t know how serious this all is, but the thought is something the man supports.

Bobby remembers looking back on when they were kids, being caught in the middle of his two best friends fighting. He knows how long Scott could hold in his anger — and wanted to be able to help make his friend smile again. “Yeah? I never meant to make you angry. You know how Scott would react. I always thought if I stayed with him eventually he would have to laugh or smile at one of my jokes. Sometimes I’d even sing — think that just annoyed him though.” Bobby admits with a laugh, remembering the mission he was on with his best friend, just the two of them, and his singing made him unable to concentrate. “Banana pancakes sound perfect. I could go for those, drowning in some syrup with bacon.”

[frosticr]

twentyninetynines‌:

He was the same. In a time where everything else was different, Bobby Drake was the same. The same easy smile, the same bright eyes, the same unbridled desire to help people. In the future — the present, as far as Miguel was concerned, Spider-Man was harsh and angry and prone to violence where violence wasn’t required. It was often Ice Man who held him back, Ice Man who reminded him that sometimes, peaceful solutions were possible. You could smother a fire with ice instead of letting it burn a house to the ground. All you had to do was let yourself. 

Bobby was making his way towards him, and Miguel really should have left. This wasn’t his time, wasn’t the age he was supposed to meet Bobby at. He was well aware that every move he made in 2020 would alter 2099 in ways he wasn’t yet aware of, but god, he wanted to hang around long enough to bask in the familiarity of Bobby Drake. He was selfish, but he didn’t care much about the timeline right now. He cared about seeing one of his best friends and having a moment of understanding in a world that made increasingly little sense. 

“Yeah, no problem,” he nodded, smiling faintly under his mask. “Everybody’s hiding something. Take me, for example — I’m hiding one hell of a face.” He tilted his head as Bobby spoke, ticking off the powers in his mind. He’d known about them, of course, and that was strange. He knew Bobby, and Bobby didn’t know him. That would probably happen a lot in 2020, wouldn’t it? “Cool. I get it. That’s a good one. You can’t die? Do you… You know, get older?” Did he know he didn’t get older? Did he realize he was going to outlive pretty much everyone he knew? “Ah. Now that’s a complicated question. I’ve met you, but you haven’t met me.”

There was so much good in Bobby, believing that there could be peaceful solutions to most situations if you look hard enough. This isn’t to say that the Mutant wouldn’t get violent if needed to, not often pushed to being angry to let loose, a dangerous situation if that would happen. Bobby is well aware when it comes to what he’s capable of doing, but having the heart not to cover the entire city in ice. Someone else with similar abilities might if they felt society wasn’t worth saving, but Bobby was never interested in being some God by freezing everything around him.

The moments Bobby is pushed to be less friendly is usually when it comes to protecting the children. He still lives at the school, not afraid to crate razor sharp snowflakes to pin intruders to a nearby surface. He could do so much damage if Bobby just opened the gate, but believes it was smart knowing when and where his more extreme of abilities would be needed.

He just doesn’t want anyone to be afraid of him. Which is his main concern if Bobby went around letting his violent side take over.

“I’m not sure what that means, but I would never judge your appearance if you ever show me. I’ll tell you a secret I’ve never told anyone else. Sometimes I wish I didn’t have to unfrost myself. I wish I could live in my ice form all the time, but I can only use it for hours at a time. I feel more myself when I’m like that, but I’ve never told anyone that before.” Bobby doesn’t hate his Human form, but just prefers to be covered in ice. It makes him feel HAPPY. “I don’t know, I’m not sure what will happen to me. I don’t know if I’ll look thirty forever, or what will happen to my body. Wait —“ Bobby makes a confused expression. “How did you already meet me if I don’t remember you?”

[frosticr]

jameslogans‌:

For as long as he can remember, Logan hasn’t liked dealing with his problems. When he’s faced with a problem, he runs. When he doesn’t run, he drinks. When he doesn’t run or drink, he fights. It’s a vicious cycle but it’s the way that he copes. Whatever he and Terry’s relationship is, he isn’t sure, but he doesn’t want to think about that right now. He wants to focus on the beer and the small buzz that it’s giving him. He wants to focus on the friend that’s joined him. “You too. It’s been a while,” he murmured, trying to keep the tone light, despite the obvious heaviness that had passed in the time since they’d seen each other last. Thankfully, Scott was alive and well again. Logan took another swig of his beer, before laughing, “Sounds like a good time. I’m alright. Same old same, you know?” 

“I understand, with the new there’s always the same old stuff? Right?” Bobby just wanted everything to return back to normal if that was possible. Although it doesn’t always feel right saying that since their lives aren’t exactly what you’d consider normal. He tries to remind the children that they could always be themselves, and that this is their version of it. Bobby thinks it’s important that they can all live their lives, but of course with that there should always be caution. Humans aren’t all kind, but hanging out with Logan wasn’t about any serious conversation, right? Bobby takes a sip of the beer put down in front of him. “It sure is, hard for me to believe that I was their age being just as reckless at a time in my life.” He puts the glass down, looking at the liquid in the glass, his hand keeping it cold whole it’s being held. “So what’s the occasion we’re drinking to?”