Dina was bursting with excitement as she undid her seatbelt and got out of the car "this place smells exactly like my sittoo's hands!" She said with nothing but glee. Closing the door behind her and and ran up to one of the restaurant's windows to look inside.
Her dad was right about this place, just the smell of it brings her back to every holiday she spent in either Egypt or Palestine with her extended family. She rushed over to her dad as he got out of the car and grabbed his hand rushing him inside with her, as if he wasn't magneto the master the master of magnetism.
Tonight he's just her dad and she's just his daughter.
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Magneto stands at the edge of the training grounds, his imposing figure casting a long shadow. The air hums with a quiet intensity as he watches Dina practice, his expression unreadable. With a deep breath, he steps forward, his cape billowing slightly in the breeze.
"Dina," he calls out, his voice firm yet gentle.
As she turns to face him, he approaches with measured steps, his eyes studying their face closely. "I am Magneto," he begins, his tone carrying the weight of his name. "I've come to speak with you about something of great importance."
He pauses, searching for the right words. "I know this may come as a shock, but I am your father. I have watched you from afar, knowing that one day this moment would come."
Magneto's gaze softens, a rare vulnerability showing through. "I understand if you have questions, or if you feel anger or confusion. But know that I am here now, and I want to be a part of your life, to help you understand your abilities and your heritage."
He extends a hand, a tentative yet hopeful gesture. "Will you allow me the chance to explain, to show you the truth of who we are?"
A Palestinian father playfully balances his son on his right hand at the beach in Gaza City early one evening.
The coast of Gaza has grown increasingly popular over the years. It had always been a sight for weary eyes but with Israel’s siege denying Gazans the freedom to move, its seemingly endless seascape offers, for many, a very tangible escape, even if only temporal. It has also become a very popular family destination. Entire meals are prepared, served, and eaten here, and it is not uncommon to stay the night, father, son, and all.
Photo credit: Ali Ali, June 2013. (via smpalestine)
This was published in 2012.
"yeah Logan's not gonna go through the hassle for Peter or for a bathroom where worse things have been caught in" she giggled at the thought of Logan just taking one of Peter's blunts and walking off without a care, before moving on to a more serious and sincere tone of voice.
"of course you can't fix all of my problems, no one my problems completely" dina explains while dragging her finger into an infinity symbol on the table. "Horrible Things have happened to both of us and have left us damaged in ways that can't be fixed, but with love and support we can fix our slightly less severe damages."
Dina was so happy to have a parent that not only understood her but also shared similar types of experiences. The infront of her was her father and he had shown her the whole evening how much he wanted to be that for her despite their nonexistent relationship before today.
"I want to keep making good memories with you and Peter and anyone else who joins the roster, you guys my family now and I am perfectly happy with that" she smiled at him "and even though you aren't the most perfect of people man or mutant, your my father and that won't change."
@dad-nee-toh
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Magneto stands at the edge of the training grounds, his imposing figure casting a long shadow. The air hums with a quiet intensity as he watches Dina practice, his expression unreadable. With a deep breath, he steps forward, his cape billowing slightly in the breeze.
"Dina," he calls out, his voice firm yet gentle.
As she turns to face him, he approaches with measured steps, his eyes studying their face closely. "I am Magneto," he begins, his tone carrying the weight of his name. "I've come to speak with you about something of great importance."
He pauses, searching for the right words. "I know this may come as a shock, but I am your father. I have watched you from afar, knowing that one day this moment would come."
Magneto's gaze softens, a rare vulnerability showing through. "I understand if you have questions, or if you feel anger or confusion. But know that I am here now, and I want to be a part of your life, to help you understand your abilities and your heritage."
He extends a hand, a tentative yet hopeful gesture. "Will you allow me the chance to explain, to show you the truth of who we are?"
—"Even during war, our smile does not disappear"
This line is a proof that Erik’s helmet is technically his mental chastity belt which prevents his mind from having Charlesex:
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My condolences go out to every powerful man with a bald man as the bane of their existence
There's some very stunning images of Nightcrawler with a Venom type symbiote and I just adore it so🥹🥹🥹 but I truly don't know anything about comics, and my vague understanding is he is not he main character of this comic, truly saddening ☹️☹️
happy pride! here's some trans scott icons. reblogging is appreciated if you're going to use one.