a WRECKING BALL in a summer dress

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I’d choose you. Every goddamned time.

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Ohhhhh goddddd something about this in context with the new trailer:

"You took the things that mean the most to me," Charles said, his face raw and open, emotions bleeding through his expression in a way that was both familiar and painfully vulnerable. Something about that vulnerability pulled at Erik’s chest, and he was suddenly angry.

"Maybe you should have fought harder for them."

That anger was familiar too, sparking down his spine, lighting a fire in his stomach that burned. Too long had he been meditative and calm, locked away within sterile white walls. Charles was always ready to play the wounded victim, but Erik would never be a victim or willing prisoner. Never again. 

He’d missed this, despite himself. The way a word from Charles ignited something in him and inspired righteousness, made him feel alive.

Memory of another chess board washed over him. He could recall the feel of leather, the smell of whiskey and smoke, and he remembered Charles, his face smooth and unlined, painfully earnest even as his words were sharp, perfectly shot arrows.

The Charles before him now was neither earnest, nor unlined. He looked…tired. Broke open. His jagged pieces on display. His anger from before had faded into something more subtle. His words now were no longer shot from a virtuous bow and arrow; they slipped in between his ribs like a concealed knife. 

"It’s not always about fighting, Erik. Sometimes it’s about making a choice. And I’d choose you. Every goddamned time."

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    HAHAHA I WAS OUT OF CONTROL. I WAS HIGH ON AN OVERDOSE OF NEW FOOTAGE AND A TRAILER THAT HIT ME LIKE A SEXUALLY CHARGED PUNCH IN THE FACE. I’LL LEAVE IT UP TO YOU TO WRITE THE ACTUAL PORNY PORNO FIC HEHEHE!!

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Someone mentioned Erik sounds very giddy after being hit
It is just one punch and I have 20 fanart ideas what the hell is wrong with me oops but I’ll stop torturing people and only post 2 of them. ;D

    palalife:

    Someone mentioned Erik sounds very giddy after being hit

    It is just one punch and I have 20 fanart ideas what the hell is wrong with me oops but I’ll stop torturing people and only post 2 of them. ;D

    (via madneto)

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lyndraws:

dads snuggling with chubby freckled babbs (◡ ‿ ◡ ✿)

David won’t sleep when the rest of them are awake.
That’s not entirely true. He tires himself out of course. At three months old, he can’t keep going as long as he’d like, but that doesn’t mean he won’t try. He’s incredibly social for a baby, his wide blue eyes always following them around the room, tracking conversations, trying to be a part of things. It’s sweet, Erik thinks—he even babbles at them while they’re talking, like he’s trying to join in, though he’s reacting to the sound of their voices more than anything, and shrieks with delight when something pleases him. That makes Charles happiest of all. He’d been worried since the start, trying to walk the line between embracing David’s telepathy while nurturing his language skills as well, and Charles doesn’t have to do more than smile for Erik to know what a relief he finds it that David vocalizes with them, even if he’s too little to have any comprehension of what they’re saying or for his baby talk to have any real meaning.
Still, as endearing as it is to watch him watch them, it very quickly leads to a cranky baby or a cranky three year old or cranky parents or, more than likely, all three. They’ve gotten used to stealing naps where they can get them, trading off herding the kids and five minutes of sleep on the couch.
Today, though, Charles has announced that they’re all going to sit together. Quiet time, Charles calls it, and Erik is skeptical, but once Charles moves from the wheelchair to the couch and wedges himself into the corner, Lorna doesn’t hesitate to abandon her toys to join him, scampering up into his lap.
"Are you going to read a story, Dada?" she asks, which is a fair question. This does tend to be where Charles sits when he reads her stories.
"We’re going to listen to someone else read all of us a story," Charles says.
"Daddy and Davey too?" she asks.
"Daddy and Davey too," Charles confirms, and gives Erik a Look. Erik shrugs and does one more circuit around the room with David, who’s struggling to keep his eyes open but refuses to give into his nap, and then sits down on the other side of the couch. Charles reaches across and hooks two fingers into his belt to pull him closer. Erik takes the hint and slides closer until he’s pressed up against Charles’ side. David is still curled up against his chest, blinking sleepily at Lorna and Charles, and Lorna strokes his hair with almost comical gentleness.
"He has so much hair," Charles murmurs.
"Did I have that much hair when I was a baby?" Lorna asks, peering up at Charles.
"You didn’t," Charles says. "You had very, very pale blonde hair. It was almost white and just peachfuzz on your head." He strokes her hair for emphasis, long and green and curling at the ends, an indicator that she carries the x-gene sequences, even if she has yet to manifest any specific abilities or physical alterations. "And then when you started to get older, it started coming in thicker and green."
Lorna yawns loudly, and instead of covering her mouth, presses her whole face into Charles’ shoulder.
"Green is best," she says. "You said there was a story."
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    lyndraws:

    dads snuggling with chubby freckled babbs (◡ ‿ ◡ ✿)

    David won’t sleep when the rest of them are awake.

    That’s not entirely true. He tires himself out of course. At three months old, he can’t keep going as long as he’d like, but that doesn’t mean he won’t try. He’s incredibly social for a baby, his wide blue eyes always following them around the room, tracking conversations, trying to be a part of things. It’s sweet, Erik thinks—he even babbles at them while they’re talking, like he’s trying to join in, though he’s reacting to the sound of their voices more than anything, and shrieks with delight when something pleases him. That makes Charles happiest of all. He’d been worried since the start, trying to walk the line between embracing David’s telepathy while nurturing his language skills as well, and Charles doesn’t have to do more than smile for Erik to know what a relief he finds it that David vocalizes with them, even if he’s too little to have any comprehension of what they’re saying or for his baby talk to have any real meaning.

    Still, as endearing as it is to watch him watch them, it very quickly leads to a cranky baby or a cranky three year old or cranky parents or, more than likely, all three. They’ve gotten used to stealing naps where they can get them, trading off herding the kids and five minutes of sleep on the couch.

    Today, though, Charles has announced that they’re all going to sit together. Quiet time, Charles calls it, and Erik is skeptical, but once Charles moves from the wheelchair to the couch and wedges himself into the corner, Lorna doesn’t hesitate to abandon her toys to join him, scampering up into his lap.

    "Are you going to read a story, Dada?" she asks, which is a fair question. This does tend to be where Charles sits when he reads her stories.

    "We’re going to listen to someone else read all of us a story," Charles says.

    "Daddy and Davey too?" she asks.

    "Daddy and Davey too," Charles confirms, and gives Erik a Look. Erik shrugs and does one more circuit around the room with David, who’s struggling to keep his eyes open but refuses to give into his nap, and then sits down on the other side of the couch. Charles reaches across and hooks two fingers into his belt to pull him closer. Erik takes the hint and slides closer until he’s pressed up against Charles’ side. David is still curled up against his chest, blinking sleepily at Lorna and Charles, and Lorna strokes his hair with almost comical gentleness.

    "He has so much hair," Charles murmurs.

    "Did I have that much hair when I was a baby?" Lorna asks, peering up at Charles.

    "You didn’t," Charles says. "You had very, very pale blonde hair. It was almost white and just peachfuzz on your head." He strokes her hair for emphasis, long and green and curling at the ends, an indicator that she carries the x-gene sequences, even if she has yet to manifest any specific abilities or physical alterations. "And then when you started to get older, it started coming in thicker and green."

    Lorna yawns loudly, and instead of covering her mouth, presses her whole face into Charles’ shoulder.

    "Green is best," she says. "You said there was a story."

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