nopatienceatall:

allergictosmallknives:

downto142:

frettedtoflame:

renrevenge:



I’M FUCKING SCREAMING OMGGGGGG THE TIME HAS COME FOR THE 90S TO ROMANTICIZED BY NON-90S KIDS FUCK

I feel like a legend.

Wow I feel so ancient now that the 90s are considered officially an era.

Ah, kids these days. *Shakes head*

nopatienceatall:

allergictosmallknives:

downto142:

frettedtoflame:

renrevenge:

I’M FUCKING SCREAMING OMGGGGGG THE TIME HAS COME FOR THE 90S TO ROMANTICIZED BY NON-90S KIDS FUCK

I feel like a legend.

Wow I feel so ancient now that the 90s are considered officially an era.

Ah, kids these days. *Shakes head*


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tagged → #older daddy #tired daddy

(okeydokey, I’mma sleep now. See y’all tomorrow!)

marching-to-the-sound-of-iron asked: *ringring*

marching-to-the-sound-of-iron:

they-call-me-professor-x:

marching-to-the-sound-of-iron:

they-call-me-professor-x:

marching-to-the-sound-of-iron:

they-call-me-professor-x:

they-call-me-professor-x:

Mnh.. ‘llo? *Soft, nestled on the sofa, Eli asleep against his chest*

.. *oh.. oh what does he say to that?* … I’m sure they would have. You did.

I meant to live.  *a bit snappier*  I wonder if— *sigh*  I don’t know why I wonder, they’re gone, and no amount of me wondering is going to bring them back.

That’s what I.. *slumps, scrubbing his face* it never hurts to wonder, Erik. So long as you don’t.. lose yourself along the way, you know *tired*  Where else have you left to visit?

I might see if the graveyard my grandparents and uncle are buried in is still around, then… I may go to the new Synagogue they built.

.. *drops his arm. That’s.. touching and..s ad in some way. Other ways. He doesn’t actually know much about Erik’s family beyond his parents* I.. wish you luck, then.

*drained*  Thank you.

.. you’re welcome *Eli starts to stir, and as he does, his nose pinches* Ah— Erik, I’ve got to go, Elior’s fussing. Call me again tonight?

marching-to-the-sound-of-iron asked: *very, VERY quietly, comes in, going upstairs to their room. Notices the girls almost right away, hesitating and reconsidering, but no. He's missed Charles massively, he's going to stay here and share the bed with him. Undressing down to his boxer shorts, he crawls in behind Charles, snuggling as close as he dares*

marching-to-the-sound-of-iron:

they-call-me-professor-x:

marching-to-the-sound-of-iron:

they-call-me-professor-x:

they-call-me-professor-x:

*sound asleep, snoring softly, drained from the day’s activities. The shift doesn’t wake him at first, blissfully surrounded in sleep. What feels like a few minutes (could be shorter, longer, time loses itself in the subconscious but regardless something nags it might be the children, perhaps Robin’s woken up, perhaps she’s fallen ill, he should bring her back with Eli, spare the littlest from catching it—* … mnh.. *soft, the fight harder, coming out of it, but… no, Robin is still asleep, Olivia too. Nothing seems out of place except the unusual warmth radiating from his side.

.. and smell.

And presence. *

Erik..?

.. *guilt, brushing careful fingers over his arm* Yes.. I never meant for this, Erik. I wanted to .. I want that partnership we began with *and I’ll work at it, I will, you have my word*

*kisses behind his ear, squeezing his hand*  Good.  That’s all I ever wanted.

*Returns it, slipping inside his head, winding himself in there, as well* I missed you so much.

*aches, kisses his neck again*  I missed you too.

…*wants a proper kiss* Did it help at all?*going there, going back, are you in a better place?*

jarnesmcavoy:

but what if when Charles was younger he went trough a punk stage and had an eyebrow piercing and a lip ring and one day Magneto got mad at him and ripped them out with a sassy hip swing like ‘whoops’

nina0207:

ジェイムズが可愛かったんでつい(๑ゝڡ◕๑)(๑´ڡ`๑)

また共演してくんないかなあ(((o(*゚▽゚*)o)))「

tagged → #yish #00:00:00 verse
marching-to-the-sound-of-iron asked: *ringring*

marching-to-the-sound-of-iron:

they-call-me-professor-x:

marching-to-the-sound-of-iron:

they-call-me-professor-x:

they-call-me-professor-x:

Mnh.. ‘llo? *Soft, nestled on the sofa, Eli asleep against his chest*

.. *oh.. oh what does he say to that?* … I’m sure they would have. You did.

I meant to live.  *a bit snappier*  I wonder if— *sigh*  I don’t know why I wonder, they’re gone, and no amount of me wondering is going to bring them back.

That’s what I.. *slumps, scrubbing his face* it never hurts to wonder, Erik. So long as you don’t.. lose yourself along the way, you know *tired*  Where else have you left to visit?

I might see if the graveyard my grandparents and uncle are buried in is still around, then… I may go to the new Synagogue they built.

.. *drops his arm. That’s.. touching and..s ad in some way. Other ways. He doesn’t actually know much about Erik’s family beyond his parents* I.. wish you luck, then.

marching-to-the-sound-of-iron asked: *very, VERY quietly, comes in, going upstairs to their room. Notices the girls almost right away, hesitating and reconsidering, but no. He's missed Charles massively, he's going to stay here and share the bed with him. Undressing down to his boxer shorts, he crawls in behind Charles, snuggling as close as he dares*

marching-to-the-sound-of-iron:

they-call-me-professor-x:

they-call-me-professor-x:

*sound asleep, snoring softly, drained from the day’s activities. The shift doesn’t wake him at first, blissfully surrounded in sleep. What feels like a few minutes (could be shorter, longer, time loses itself in the subconscious but regardless something nags it might be the children, perhaps Robin’s woken up, perhaps she’s fallen ill, he should bring her back with Eli, spare the littlest from catching it—* … mnh.. *soft, the fight harder, coming out of it, but… no, Robin is still asleep, Olivia too. Nothing seems out of place except the unusual warmth radiating from his side.

.. and smell.

And presence. *

Erik..?

.. *guilt, brushing careful fingers over his arm* Yes.. I never meant for this, Erik. I wanted to .. I want that partnership we began with *and I’ll work at it, I will, you have my word*

*kisses behind his ear, squeezing his hand*  Good.  That’s all I ever wanted.

*Returns it, slipping inside his head, winding himself in there, as well* I missed you so much.