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Ah, the classics…
Sub!Erik in his new posture collar in all its glory, three buckles and a bit of fancy. >:)
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ㅠㅇㅠ 한건 없는데 벌써 5월이 지나갈려고 하네. 빨리 해야되는데 손이 너무 느려서 큰일이다.
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Two more versions of Regency!Cherik or Rofroy :)
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How I feel about Charles and Erik [x]](http://25.media.tumblr.com/3597ca6de66c9454a7850d13815a9c17/tumblr_mmz79zitVG1rwe6xgo1_r1_400.gif)
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?”
Bryan Singer’s most recent twitter set photo. Clearly it’s the 70s.
OMG I don’t know how to react to this.
groovy, literally
Of all the ways the X-Men Days of Future Past story could go, I did not expect failed folk group.
Obviously Days of Future Past takes place during the recording of Days of Future Passed.
Meanwhile, concept art for Erik’s look in Days of Future Past:
(Image actually from ‘Manos’ in HD.)
(via our-girl-friday)
Futurama’s Fry and Robot Devil argue.
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Robot Devil: YOU CAN’T JUST HAVE YOUR CHARACTERS ANNOUNCE HOW THEY FEEL!
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Robot Devil: THAT MAKES ME FEEL ANGRY!
(via pearlo)
This was the best moment of the episode, and one of the very few good moments imo.
I have no idea what this is from, but…gpoy.
Alan Cumming speaks truth!
(Apparently this is from The Good Wife.)
(via our-girl-friday)
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Reblogging this at dire risk of having Ces thwack me with sticks. :)
I’ll look the other way for a visual pun. :P](http://24.media.tumblr.com/870268fae34243c7b7214d0776e8a2ab/tumblr_mlvr97jFar1qewacoo1_500.jpg)
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Reblogging this at dire risk of having Ces thwack me with sticks. :)
I’ll look the other way for a visual pun. :P
Last image: Erik’s expression says “I wonder what this place would look like burned to the ground.”
Charles’s face says “YAY SLEEPOVER”
Erik’s face says, “How haunted is this fucking place…great as if I need more nightmares.”
Charles’ face says, “I finally get to fuck a man in my homophobic mother’s house. I hope she rolls over in her grave.”
I also like this interpretation.
XD me too. Charles smirking at the thought of his homophobic mother rolling in her grave…
The only thing better than the expression chosen for Erik here is how utterly serious Charles looks. :D :D :D
Charlie Maus ( ´ ▽ ` ): a fic where cranky omega Charles judges alphas as potential mates against how much he likes the biscuits they bring him
This is literally the
stupidestcutest thing ever written.
Fixed that for you! — codenamecesare
Irritably, Charles studied the spreadsheet on the screen in front of him and, after a put-upon sigh, highlighted one row of cells and struck out everything from the name through the last column of data. Following that, he typed REJECTED into the column headed FINAL DETERMINATION, stabbing the keys vindictively.
Alex Summers was the fourteenth alpha—the fourteenth alpha—to fail the final, and most important, test. He’d been a few years younger than Charles, but given the weight of age difference relative to other considerations, his genetic and personality profiles, and his promising time in the hundred-yard dash, meant six years’ age difference was not significant enough a factor to rule him out.
This was why, Charles told himself, one had equations and statistics: a way to quantify and explain the abstract..Other omegas might have overlooked any one of a number of potentially viable mates by going off instinct or whatever it was omegas were supposed to go by all the time. Charles refused to have anything to do with such outdated concepts.