#quireposting

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Doing a little lite Riot-era panel redraw, sort of. Would this face lie to you, Professor? This is the face of an entirely sincere youngster.

Alternate version feat. those nice young fellows Comrade Radian and Brother Redneck:

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Another challenging aspect of this fic is that writing about being depressed is almost as boring as actually being depressed. This guy can’t even doomscroll. He owns a Motorola Razr and he uses it exclusively to tweet but it’s 2012 Twitter. I know in my heart Quentin Quire is a redditor.

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hang on hang on hang on

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The real unconquerable problem with writing Generation X 2017 fic is that I think Benji would draw the line at making out with a guy who just threw up on his shoes and that’s the level of white boy wasted Quentin would need to be to make the first move. Self sabotage mechanisms powerful and flourishing.

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okay question for my hair dye frequent flyers/pinknettes/fellow Quireposters

assuming that post-dejarification Quentin dyes his own hair, how the fuck long does it take to re-do your own hair dye? How often do you have to do it if you're trying for more or less consistent results through continuous upkeep? (for anyone canon-blind/somehow managing to dodge all my worst posts like bullets in The Matrix, he's going from short medium-brown hair to even shorter neon pink hair.) I feel like everyone I knew who dyed their hair fashion colors when we were actual teenagers was playing pretty fast and loose with the upkeep, because teenagers are broke and also very busy, but Quentin's dyejob looks pretty immaculate (due to being, a cartoon drawing) so I'm trying to reverse engineer this shit, for my erotic fanfiction, thank you

if anyone has any insights I would appreciate them a lot... assume this is all pre-X-Force body modding and it all involves regular degular Brad Mondo hair coloring methods and not telekinesis somehow

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I do think Krakoa-era Quentin Quire would enjoy compelling Logan to pretend to be his inappropriately older boyfriend for undercover mission disguise reasons and then accidentally fuck him for real, possibly due to a feeling of impending doom and a desperate desire for human connection, but the uncomfortable postcoital factor would be the thematic presence of Jean Grey. You know what they say, when you’ve encountered the Phoenix Force all the sex you have will qualify as group sex. And also xeno.

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beefing with Tony Stark is inherently funny... also Quire being assigned "guy who thinks bolo ties are cool" by artist

(don't ask how many bolo ties I own, that's none of your business)

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WIP Wednesday

Generation X (2017) Nathaniel/Quentin incredibly petty bickering that will eventually turn into incredibly pathetic mutual masturbation:

“You know, if you didn’t want to look like such a jealous freak, there’s all sorts of stuff you can try. Ever hear of playing it cool, Nathaniel?” “Why would I take personal advice from somebody like you? Your only qualifications are getting turned down by Idie Okonkwo like a hundred times in a row — who is way too young for you, by the way, isn’t she like, fifteen? You look like a complete creep.” “At least I shoot my shot. You’re so horned up over Benjamin Deeds even non-telepaths are sick of getting it blasted into their heads on a daily basis, but you won’t even ask him out, even though he is, no offense, totally gay.” “Right,” Nathaniel says, “because you’re basically his best friend? Like if you pay for tequila shots and Lyft rides, that makes you entitled to trash his entire life? You’re a boring white guy from the suburbs who thinks he can buy friends. Grow up and leave him alone.” “That’s totally gallant of you. I should do you a favor — hey, how do you think he’ll react knowing what you think about when you jerk off?” “As if you’re not a complete perv! Eavesdropping on other people’s private sexual fantasies is next-level incel loser behavior, even for you.” “Ha! That was a bluff, for the record, I fucking knew it— you dirty dog, Carver, beneath that buttoned-up exterior beats the heart of a true sex fiend.”

(it's okay, they are both deeply unwell about Benji)