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Kitten Meets Hedgehog [x] Hedgehog Erik and kitten Charles

Tue, 21 May 2013 08:31:39 -0400

Kitten Meets Hedgehog [x]

Hedgehog Erik and kitten Charles

How do you get banged up in such a way that it looks like...

Tue, 21 May 2013 06:00:47 -0400

How do you get banged up in such a way that it looks like you’re wearing false eyelashes

trobador: XMFC AU (is there such a thing as comedy...

Tue, 21 May 2013 05:49:00 -0400

trobador:

XMFC AU (is there such a thing as comedy noir?):

P.I. Charles Xavier & Mr Lehnsherr, the mysterious widower in search of Sebastian ‘McGuffin’ Shaw, embark on an X-citing First Class adventure.

“Mr. Lehnsherr? I’m Charles Xavier, we spoke on the phone. Please, come in,” Charles said. “May I take your coat and hat?”

His prospective client eased the trenchcoat off his shoulders, and his suit jacket as well, handing them over with his hat. He lacked a tie, and the top buttons of his dress shirt were open, baring the hollows of a strong neck, a glimpse of the ridge of his collarbone, unexpectedly provocative.

Charles hung his things from the coatrack and resumed his seat behind his desk, settling upright, folding his hands on the desk. “Please, sit. What can I do for you, Mr. Lehnsherr?”

His prospective client settled into the other chair, placing his briefcase alongside. “I’m looking—” Mr. Lehnsherr frowned slightly, his eyes drifting from Charles to the window behind him. “Would you mind putting down the blinds?”

“Certainly,” Charles said, popping up again to let down the Venetian blinds. His office darkened; he reached for the standing lamp.

“Not the lamp, please— you could just open the blinds a little,” said Mr. Lehnsherr.

“All right,” Charles agreed, a bit less readily. Put the blinds down, but open them… well, anything to put his client at ease. He opened the blinds, striping the dim room with bars of light. “Better?”

“Much, thank you.”

“Now, then,” Charles took his seat. “How can I help you?”

“All right if I smoke?”

“Go right ahead,” Charles said, moving the ashtray on the desk closer to Lehnsherr.

Mr. Lehnsherr opened the briefcase and drew out a steel cigarette case, selected a cigarette and offered one to Charles, who waved it off with a Thanks, no; the case disappeared back into the briefcase, and out came a heavy lighter, Mr. Lehnsherr’s long elegant fingers seeming almost to caress the lid before he flipped it back and flicked the wheel. He lit the cigarette, inhaling, and slowly breathed out a ribbon of smoke that seemed to drape decoratively in the air around them.

Charles cleared his throat. “So…”

Mr. Lehnsherr rose to his feet, surprising Charles, and said, “You don’t mind, do you?” as he reversed the wooden chair and straddled it.

“Whatever makes you comfortable,” Charles answered.

“Oh? I’m very glad to hear that,” Mr. Lehnsherr said, standing again and hefting the briefcase onto the chair, popping open the lid. He produced a bottle of whiskey and a cut-crystal tumbler, and put both on Charles’s desk, pouring two fingers into the glass. He lit a second cigarette and placed it in the ashtray with the filter pointed at Charles. Then he took an LP from his briefcase and put it on Charles’s Silvertone radio-record player, dropping the needle on a saxophone number.

Going back to the chair, he straddled it again and gripped the back, lifting his chin, regarding Charles with an exacting gaze. He was, Charles reluctantly acknowledged to himself, a breathtaking man, his strong planed face animated by the intelligence in his cool grey eyes, his broad shoulders arrowing to a slim waist, his poise enviable and tempting, a composure that begged to be shattered. The music swelled, filling the room as surely as the cigarette smoke, piling and curling in visible swirls in the air.

“It would be better if you’d skipped shaving, but this’ll do,” said Mr. Lehnsherr.

“I’m sorry, do for what, exactly…?”

“Atmosphere.”

Charles looked at the light cutting through the blinds and bleaching the smoke. “You seem to have a very literal idea of what constitutes ‘atmosphere.’”

Mr. Lehnsherr smiled thinly. “I’m looking for someone, Mr. Xavier. He’s eluded me for years, and I finally realized how he keeps getting away. He’s switching genres on me. I followed him through a war story and into an espionage thriller. He veered off into pulp adventure, but that was just a feint. I’ve tracked him into noir, but I can’t reach him on my own. It’s going to take more than a diligent detective to find him. I need someone to embrace the role. I need a shamus, a gumshoe. A real private eye.”

Well. Charles had been hoping for something different to the usual peeping tom antics. And he certainly didn’t want to see the back of Erik Lehnsherr— or, well, he did, but not because the man was walking away.

Charles tilted back in his chair and put his feet up on his desk, crossing his ankles; he picked up the glass of whiskey and tossed it back in a gulp, grateful he’d kept the knack of bolting it down straight since his disreputable university days. Reaching for the second cigarette, he stuck it in the corner of his mouth and let it dangle from his lip.

Mr. Lehnsherr fairly glowed with approval, relaxing; Charles aimed a gimlet eye his way, and said, “I’ll take the case.”

kasryalart: cherik sketches \m/ 1/ teenager!cherik with cool...

Tue, 21 May 2013 00:56:46 -0400

kasryalart:

cherik sketches \m/

1/ teenager!cherik with cool Charles and shy Erik ~

2/ I haven’t seen any dancer!Erik so I’ve decided to draw one \m/

3/ maid!Charles \m/

4/ steampunk!cherik \m/ kage’s idea ~ but I think I didn’t draw it very well >A<

I’m going to color these kkkkkk

fourteenacross: vividmcavoy: Wanted, 2008 I hate this movie...

Mon, 20 May 2013 19:30:24 -0400

fourteenacross:

vividmcavoy:

Wanted, 2008

I hate this movie a lot, but this face is SO GOOD in these gifs I couldn’t resist reblogging it anyway /o\

Truth: I pretty much hate Wesley Gibson in Wanted. However, I often love fandom’s Wesley Gibson. Thanks, fandom.

I saw Wanted before ever knowing who McAvoy was and I spent most of the movie going “I thought I was watching a movie about Angelina Jolie kicking ass, who the fuck is this whiny guy?!” Now I put on Wanted with the sound off whenever I feel like watching The James McAvoy Gets The Absolute Fuck Beat Out Of Him Show. Between Wanted and Children of Dune, oh the vast number of McAvoy-related kinks simultaneously acquired and satisfied…

fourteenacross: Charles Xavier, you little shit. (the smugness...

Mon, 20 May 2013 18:35:26 -0400

fourteenacross:

Charles Xavier, you little shit.

(the smugness here makes me unreasonably happy, for some reason.)

If you’ve ever had that experience when you have to talk about a subject of importance to actualfax grownups, and you just know that they’re blowing you off and not listening to you— you’re the one who has to tell them The team is not going to meet this deadline, and we need to set client expectations on that now or we’re going to lose the business or Our user testing shows we need a major design change or The new manager is not a fit for the department, and you’re going to keep losing people until you either take him to the woodshed or replace him, and these putative adults are going “Uh huh sure, thanks for bringing this to our attention (so we can totally ignore it)”— then damn, is this ‘You’re not listening. Okay, how about THIS, jackass’ moment satisfying.

our-girl-friday: postapocalypticfashion: Cult of the...

Mon, 20 May 2013 18:07:31 -0400

our-girl-friday:

postapocalypticfashion:

Cult of the Tentacle

I love cephalopod tattoos. I LOVE CEPHALOPOD TATTOOS SO MUCH.

ohthisphotoshoot: James McAvoy by Alan Mahon Love this...

Mon, 20 May 2013 17:48:41 -0400

ohthisphotoshoot:

James McAvoy by Alan Mahon

Love this photoshoot. Though like so many, it’s been desaturated a bit, as seems to be the style these days.

gabbia: kiss ask;ld

Mon, 20 May 2013 07:23:03 -0400

gabbia:

kiss

ask;ld

mrkinch: theletteraesc: There’s someone else out there. Oh...

Mon, 20 May 2013 06:00:54 -0400

mrkinch:

theletteraesc:

There’s someone else out there.

Oh god Charles’s face when he sees what Erik’s doing <3

I love the last gif SO MUCH!

That indrawn breath, his mouth dropping open, eyes wide—

When Charles first senses Erik, what he gets is the rush of all Erik’s worst most horrific memories as Emma forces Erik to relive them.

But there, that moment when he gasps and stares, that’s when he’s sensing, not Erik’s memories, but Erik himself, back under his own power, in the present moment, using his mutation so powerfully and only just scratching the surface…

You can see Charles falling in love.

Mon, 20 May 2013 04:58:00 -0400

Photo

Mon, 20 May 2013 04:16:00 -0400

himchanspenus: Here’s a serious advice. Even the nicest people have their limits. Don’t try to...

Mon, 20 May 2013 02:16:42 -0400

himchanspenus:

Here’s a serious advice. Even the nicest people have their limits. Don’t try to reach that point because the nicest people are also the scariest assholes when they’ve had enough.

.fic: A yoga fic (C/E, mature) 8.14ish

Sun, 19 May 2013 21:34:02 -0400

.fic: A yoga fic (C/E, mature) 8.14ish:

theletteraesc:

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

YAY NEW MATERIAL! This is kind of a transition chapter between Charles’s issues and Stryker’s trial, and I’m hoping that, if the plotting works out, things will speed up a little as the trial gets underway. (But, in case you haven’t realized it by now, nothing actually happens in my fics.)

Please heed the warnings on the fic, although I should note that there is a nice bit of self-pleasuring going on in this installment.

Snippet:

He put thoughts of Erik to the side over a Sunday spent cleaning – and the day after, Charles decided at the end of a Monday spent buried in work. In the very least distracting himself from memories of their kiss and the knowledge he wanted more of that, wanted it more than anything in recent memory and wanted it with a clarity and heat that burned like the kind of sun that stood everything out in stark relief, light and shadow and vibrant color. The desire crept back, wrapping its fingers around him, when he lay in bed.

Just do it, Charles told himself.

The act of fumbling for his tissues and the long-unused bottle of lube banked the unsteadily-burning fire, but it was still there when he got his hand under his covers and palmed his chest, touched his nipples, trailed his fingers lower. That felt good, a kick of relief when he felt his nails scratching his belly, the sensitive skin around his navel, the first brush of his pubic hair – all places, the doctors had told him, he might not be able to feel again.

Usually he would dwell on that thought until his erection and his interest faded, but tonight he had the memory of Erik touching him, the precise texture of his fingers brushing Charles’s face, the deep, steady, insistent kiss. Charles breathed in sharply, imagining Erik kissing him at the same moment his fingers closed around his cock.

I walk into a room, and for this industry, I’m impossibly tall....

Sun, 19 May 2013 18:01:14 -0400

I walk into a room, and for this industry, I’m impossibly tall. When they find it hard to pair you up with the opposite sex, then what’s left for a woman? Either you’re the ball-buster or the not-so-attractive girlfriend standing by the lead. I mean, traditionally not so attractive. Because you have your starlets and then you have their best friends who are these character actresses. When you fall within the cracks, you thank God for sci-fi, because they’ll give you a gun, and they’ll say, ‘Go over there and conquer that world. You kick some ass, girl!’

Yahoo acquires Tumblr

Sun, 19 May 2013 16:26:47 -0400

synekdokee:

groovyphilia:

I now have a ‘charlie follows the yahoo acquisition in mild bafflement’ tag, so Saviour as you please!

(Side note, when I call it the yahoo acquisition, it sounds like the…Spanish Inquisition, or something.)

I’m seeing several posts loudly calling for people to shut up because ‘it’s a cash-only deal, nothing’s changing’, but I am under the impression that cash-only deal merely indicates it isn’t cash-and-stock? It doesn’t just mean Yahoo’s going to fling money at Karp and cartwheel off, that is.

That being said, though, I have read reports that Tumblr will continue to operate independently, so it’s likely that little will change. On another hand, I do think it’s a bit naive to expect no changes, because Tumblr’s making virtually nothing in revenue - $13 mill per year last I heard, which is pocket change compare to what it was just bought for. I highly doubt they’re going to leave that alone - and if they do, that’s quite worrying as well. I heard Yahoo has a habit of shutting down its products and services and Tumblr isn’t doing too fantastically.

Personally I am pretty concerned that eventually it’ll start interfering with posting content depending on how everything pans out. As I mentioned before, NSFW content is something advertisers shirk away from, and while anybody remotely in touch with Tumblr’s userbase wouldn’t trade the NSFW content for more advertisers…it is Yahoo.

Still, I don’t think things will be as bad as we think they will. Probably. Most likely. I think. ‘Nothing will change’, though, that’s a stretch I don’t buy.

This is a good post that covers the relevant bases, and you should feel good.

Me, I’m just remembering what Yahoo did to Flickr, and shuddering. I don’t know if any of you used the pre-Yahoo Flickr, but it was a smart fun new way to share and store images, not perfect but getting better all the time. And then Yahoo bought it and there were arbitrary changes and then development almost halted entirely while all the programmers were put to work intergrating Yahoo’s login process with Flickr, and then more arbitrary changes and now, well, do you check Flickr every day? Because I did for years, and then Yahoo bought it, and now…. no.

theletteraesc: I just love how he stands there. He’s not...

Sun, 19 May 2013 12:01:10 -0400

theletteraesc:

I just love how he stands there. He’s not moving.

Yes.

And… I can’t get over how pocket-sized he looks compared to the guys walking away. Are those two dudes like the tallest motherfuckers in the cast, or what? 5’7” isn’t that short, is it? (Asks the 5’6” woman…)

ang3lsh1: codenamecesare: theletteraesc: Oh my god, I’m now...

Sun, 19 May 2013 08:55:36 -0400

ang3lsh1:

codenamecesare:

theletteraesc:

Oh my god, I’m now having visions of Charles becoming a sort of hub for mutant communication all over the world. Not in the sense that he controls it, but he just sort of… dissolves into them and connects them. IDK it’s kind of fucked up.

That’s an idea Helens78 and I used in our dystopic Hellfire AU— Charles & Cerebro were the main way the mutant resistance communicated, undetectably. One of my favorite background aspects in that ‘verse. I still miss that one sometimes. Why can’t writing be as fast & easy as plotting?

Any chances of a Hellfire AU update? As much as I love B&D verse, I miss reading about Hellfire verse too. Just a question.

Probably not, unfortunately. We love that verse, but we came up with so much of it so fast, and it would take so much writing to tell it all, and meanwhile we have all these other things going…

But it’s nice to hear it’s missed. ♥ Thanks.

theletteraesc: Oh my god, I’m now having visions of Charles...

Sun, 19 May 2013 08:46:00 -0400

theletteraesc:

Oh my god, I’m now having visions of Charles becoming a sort of hub for mutant communication all over the world. Not in the sense that he controls it, but he just sort of… dissolves into them and connects them. IDK it’s kind of fucked up.

That’s an idea Helens78 and I used in our dystopic Hellfire AU— Charles & Cerebro were the main way the mutant resistance communicated, undetectably. One of my favorite background aspects in that ‘verse. I still miss that one sometimes. Why can’t writing be as fast & easy as plotting?

Playing around with Fotor effects. Photo from here.

Sun, 19 May 2013 06:17:19 -0400

Playing around with Fotor effects. Photo from here.