#c:tj

[raregcms]

@bluemetamorph // from here

"That's not a bad thing. It's strategy. You don't want to let the wrong people know everything." She knew that if Kurt could hear them, he'd be livid, but this was perhaps the least terrible lesson she could teach someone.

Oh, if Kurt could see her now, he'd probably be blowing every gasket trying to prevent the conversation from going any further. After all, TJ knew he wouldn't much care for the idea that this little apple did not, in fact, fall that far from the proverbial tree when it came to the way she handled certain situations. That she could be, at times, as skillful a pretender as the grandmother she bore a striking, if tangential, resemblance toward.

After all, possessing someone and becoming them for a short time wasn't all that different from what Mystique did, was it?

"Never give somebody the ammunition to take you down," she said, a line so well rehearsed it could only have come from a certain clawed uncle. "Besides, I don't want people to pity me for all the crap I've been through. Ain't nobody's fault but a bunch of bugs that think messing with timelines is a game."

[merriemarvels]

@glitchexmachina // from here bc the post is old and not behaving with xkit

"You're such a sap," she retorted, giving him a gentle shove. Not that she minded sappy -- the areas of her face where her fur was thinner allowed the darkening of her cheeks and nose to show, brought on by his comment. She was just still getting used to being with someone who expressed those feelings, as opposed to quiet stoicism. "C'mon, then. There's a great little dive in Mutant Town."

[mavmax]

After a good 20 minutes convincing his dad to let him take the jeep, Maverick ventured out to grab snacks and slurpees for the adventure he was planning to set out with Taejoon. After getting everything he needed and piled it into the car, he set out for the Kim residence, pulling up and giving a tiny honk. He rolled down the window and smiled at his twin brother with the biggest, most mischievous smile. “Ready to go wild out?” 

@kimteejay​

[monsterboysrp]

@sovrumana (bc i just followed your new blog and it wont let me tag u) asked for a starter from TJ

“So I’m thinkin’, I grab one of those image-inducers, you grab one of the cars, and we head into town to find a little fun. Love the Institute, but this place is a total snoozefest after lights-out.”

[raregcms]

"TJ, what do you think we should get Jack for Christmas this year?"

[ i am so sorry i completely forgot this was here ]

"Hmm..." TJ pondered the question, hands stalling from folding the ever-present pile of laundry that her son produced (between sleepers and socks and mittens and cloth diapers, it never seemed to end!). "I hadn't really thought about it to be honest." Which meant she had been agonizing about it for weeks, especially since her little man was turning two on Christmas this year. A momentous milestone, and also a reminder that she had to figure out how to jam a crowbar between the two so her son didn't feel like his birthday was being forgotten in the holiday hustle. "Dad's already insisting on having us over for dinner before mass... I wasn't planning on Jack going until he's at least five but you know Dad." She sighed, smiled up at Tyson. "Maybe some sort of climbing structure... if we can convince him there are places he's allowed to climb maybe he'll stop trying to crawl up in doorways." She paused, snickered softly. "Not that it ever stopped me. I used to just drop on people until Auntie Kate got spooked and phased -- she felt so bad about the bonk on my noggin that she fed me nothing but ice cream for a week."

Already her little man was sleeping in a Montessori floor bed, since he'd been staging crib escapes as soon as he figured out how to rip the mittens off his hands and get a good grip. Still looking up at Tyson, she let out another, softer sigh. "He's not supposed to be two already, Ty..."

[merriemarvels]

@glitchexmachina // HEY TYSON

Had she disappeared without a word? Yes. Had she meant to disappear without a trace? Of course not. But it wasn't exactly easy being a refugee from a defunct timeline, and when your best friend calls and says "I need you to help me protect timelines" and you get a chance to get back in the saddle and prove you're still the hero you were trained to be -- you go.

Her apartment was long gone, somewhere in the rubble of District X. With it had gone all of her stuff. The notes she'd taken when she was trying to get her memory back in order after her stroke, the photos she'd taken nearly obsessively because she didn't want to forget things again... her phone...

And yes, her image-inducer. Which was why she was sticking to Alphabet City and Greenwich Village -- areas that were a little more tolerant of a fuzzy blue elf, even if one kid did stop her and ask if she was Nightcrawler.

[merriemarvels]

@bothsidesofaquestion // from here

"Daddy, that's the same thing," she huffed, scowling at him. "God, it's like you don't even trust me..."

And sure, she had been sneaking off the property to hang out with some of the other teenagers in town, singing karaoke and generally being nuisances. But she wasn't up to no good, she didn't go out drinking or do drugs or anything. Just annoying teenagers getting up to annoying teenage shenanigans.

[merriemarvels]

prince for a day // Jack's First Birthday // @snkts

It was easy to get lost in the shuffle around the Institute, and TJ was well acquainted with that feeling. Having to share a birthday with the biggest holiday of the year was going to be hard enough for Jack, but she was going to make sure that not only was his birthday special, but not simply rolled into the other Christmas festivities. It wasn't going to be easy, but she was going to make it work. Another thing she had a lifetime of experience in.

She wasn't planning anything big, of course, because people had their own plans and ideas on what to do, where to be. She wouldn't start making demands of people who hadn't known her that long, it was all fine. but Talia Josephine was, at least, going to make her son's first birthday special to herself. He probably wouldn't remember anyway -- but she would. And there was one particular person she wanted to share it with.

"Birthday boy coming through," she announced, strolling in with her son perched on her hip; she had a cheeky grin on her face and Jack, absolutely oblivious, had his tail tightly wound around her arm where it poked from the buttonhole she'd sewn into his little onesie. A custom onesie, made up to look like her father's iconic suit. She had to, could anyone blame her?