It’s been a whole year since I created these characters. Now the family has doubled, and I’ve made it into a blog (x). Gosh, look how far we’ve come.
Professor - To all the student. If you see a man in a cape, do not be afraid. He’s just overly emotional. Also tell him to remove said cape because it tracks mud onto the carpets.
I’m gonna ruin my rep as a smut peddler if I keep drawing domestic stuff like this but DADNETO AND PROFESSOR PUPPINGTON AU.
WOAH I WENT THERE
DO THEY EVEN KNOW HOW MUCH THEY ARE HURTING US
Listen to it, RDJ calls him a Dorito!
Chris grabbing Tony’s hand and pulling him over. Chris pressing his face into Tony’s neck, possibly kissing it.
TONY? DID YOU MEAN ROBERT BUT I GUESS YOU’RE RIGHT
“If I love you
is that a fact or a weapon?”
— Margaret Atwood, Power Politics: Poems
Charles Xavier in XMDOFP
— because that head was once beautiful to you. It shined and was unique amongst the others. Compelling enough for you to dive off a CIA boat into the freezing cold water and save a man you didn’t even know, and yet deemed was worthy. All because of that mind. Of all the people, mutant and human alike, this mind stood out in the mist. And yet you stay at his side. Listen and witness his story through his mind and you understand him. You don’t agree. But you understand him — Erik — and when you grow closer, when you take an actual dive into his mind, you see the truth. How capable he is for good and heroics. How bright he shines, if only he believed in it. And so you, Charles, choose to believe in that enough for the both of you. Through rage and serenity.
Through Erik’s profound rage and passion and your serenity and compassion, can you two forge a force strong enough to sustain and lead your species.
And then all that shatters in Cuba. And your two loves (Raven and Erik) leave you and you grow bitter, alone and resentful. Any man would. But for a man who hoped so largely? Who lost so much people in your life?
Not to forget your powers too. You willingly, daily choose to muffle them. Your mutation — something that made you so strong. Something that you once utilized like breathing. What defined you onward in your life since the age of nine and what you shaped yourself around— you exchange for the ability to walk, to pretend to reverse time where Erik didn’t steal such a rudimentary thing from you — this is a pain no one could possibly bear.
To swear off “getting inside that head again” is not a damnation on the qualities of Erik’s mind or a grandiose revel in his ‘villiany’. But a salvation of your sanity. Because you know, deep down, that Erik is good.
That his brain still holds wonders and potential for greatness. And seeing that, and witnessing the atrocities he brings forth in the name of mutants, is so painfully contradictory that you choose to stay away from it.
Because all you see Charles, are candle lights and warmth. Tears and oaths wrapped in love that were enough to make Erik remember gentle memories of his mother through you. Looking through Erik means seeing his beauty and hidden goodness.
And choosing to just see his hardened calloused exterior is so much easier. So much simpler for you to hate him that way.
Americans Were Asked To Place European Countries On A Map. Here’s What They Wrote:
i have been laughing for days “glad to see college paid off” “i went to college i have my masters” “cold”
Reblogging again because perfection
"Please, remember me."
so I had to make a lamp for pottery and sculpture II so I worked on my project all day today and every time people looked at me weird bc they were expecting like a bedazzled lampshades or some shit and I’m not about that so I got finished and went over to my teacher holding this huge motherfucker
and everyone was just staring at me like “what the fuck is this thing??? what???” and then I plugged it in
people fucking lost it
ALL HAIL THE GLOW CLOUD