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@notjustsupersmart
15 November, 1963
Hank,
I’m sorry it took me so long to write. I’m sorry about a lot of things. I wish I could give you a return address, but we’re always on the move.
Paris is beautiful this time of year. I think you would like it.
Take care of Charles. I hope you’re well.
Raven
notjustsupersmart:
#We’ve been over this Charles
#No hard liquor until after you’ve eaten something
I’ve had food, Hank, don’t nag.
“#actually I just ate the ice out of my drinks and counted it as sustenance #actually there was just ice in my rum and coke #actually it was just rum #actually there was only one ice cube #actually I dropped that ice cube on the floor and watching it melt somberly #don’t tell me what to do Hank”
Charles.
…
-sip-
"#move along Hnak #nothing to see here #just an old relic of the past #becoming delightfully more #shall we say #pickled #as the night wears on"
I-
...Right. Of course. Sorry, sir.
notjustsupersmart:
#We’ve been over this Charles
#No hard liquor until after you’ve eaten something
I’ve had food, Hank, don’t nag.
"#actually I just ate the ice out of my drinks and counted it as sustenance #actually there was just ice in my rum and coke #actually it was just rum #actually there was only one ice cube #actually I dropped that ice cube on the floor and watching it melt somberly #don't tell me what to do Hank"
Charles.
Charles Xavier: Get me a vodka rocks.
Hank McCoy: Charles, it's breakfast.
Charles Xavier: And a piece of toast.
I suppose ‘easier’ is one way of putting it. Catching my reflection doesn’t jar me as much as it once did. I’ve gotten better at using these new hands, and I’m more aware of my size, my strength. You could say I’m managing well enough but there are- challenges, of course. I continue to feel like an outsider in this body, even though it’s perfectly clear that it’s my own. Maybe it’s because despite everything, I’m still having trouble accepting all of this. Or perhaps it’s so difficult in the first place because I still have regrets about the situation as a whole. I guess only time will tell for sure.
…Raven said once that I was always supposed to end up this way, that it was simply who I was meant to be. It’s certainly possible that she’s right, but even if that were the case, I would have much rather let nature take its course than allow the ill effects of my vanity to accelerate the process.
Mostly I try to keep myself busy so I don’t have to think about it.
Annette Hanshaw - What Wouldn’t I Do for That Man (1929)
LITERALLY WHY WONT ANYONE LET MY KID FLY A PLANE IN PEACE
#he will turn this plane around if you don't shut the fuck up ok
We are family~ Also don’t let Erik near the electronics in the house
M u t a n t and p r o u d .
( Heeeeeeeyyyyyyyy everybody. So some quick stuff under a read more about the new movie and Erik in this RP. I’ll try to keep it as spoiler-free as possible.)
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i don’t think words can express how i feel about the feels class
but i think i’ve made enough art over the years to express my appreciation and immense love for you all ; v ;
x-men feels class rp masterpost
In case any of you were wondering what the fuck is happening on my blog right now, I am part of a (surprisingly) popular X-Men First Class rp that is around 3 years old now! The main blogs haven’t been very active for about a year or so, but we’re reviving the high school AU blogs in light of the DoFP premiere (and hopefully the main blogs will follow suit).
So, I’ve compiled a big list of links. Even if you don’t follow rp blogs or like X-Men:FC, I hiiiiighly recommend that you follow the personal blogs listed.
MAIN CAST - PERSONAL BLOGS
charles - lera
erik - hannah
hank - nikki
alex - andrea
raven - olli
sean - noelani
angel - ellie
OTHERS
baby!scott - indy
baby!warren worthington III
baby!jean grey
anya, the family cat
HIGH SCHOOL AU BLOGS
charles
erik
hank
alex
raven
angel
sean
peter
bobby
scott
incredible
Loving your new 'homeless cripple' chic look, darling. xoxo
Pharrell called, dear, he wants his hat back.
kisses
I did not endure the Holocaust for this.
I did not endure the Cuban Missile Crisis for this.
Both of you should be ashamed.
He started it.
You're better than this, Charles.
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Internal Contextual Contemplation
It’s become a daily ritual, Alex thinks to himself as he travels the winding hallways, to make sure Hank has something to eat. He found out long ago that if left to his own devices, the scientist could forget food intake altogether, and wander up to the kitchen after a few days on wobbly legs to devour the first thing he pulled from the fridge.
After… Cuba everything, Hank now has a… “thing.” Well, he has a lot of those now. This “thing” is a dislike of eating in front of people. So being the mutant that he is, Alex has evolved and adapted to as many of Hank’s “things” as possible. While one will be steering clear of Hank’s fingertips when Alex kisses him because his boyfriend’s afraid he’s going to prick his skin with sharp nails, this one is finding sneaky ways to get Hank to eat. One of them being visiting and leaving food when he made his exit.
Upon reaching the door, the blond bent his arm behind himself, knocking three times before pushing it open. Hank wouldn’t hear him if he was immersed in his work, and if it were anything dangerous, the lock would have made sure he didn’t stumble in and get blown up or something.
“Hank?” Alex called out toward the back of the lab as he set the plate down over a pile of opened folders and papers jutting ever which-way.
Hank almost doesn't hear the blond come in, too absorbed in his work to notice. He's leaning over a pair of shades, setting the blowtorch he was working on them with to the side. He pushes his goggles up onto his forehead, claws raking through the fur on top of his head.
"Back here." He calls out, turning towards the sound of his approaching visitor with a smile. "Hey. Isn't it kind of late for you to be down here?" Not that he's complaining. He's always more than happy to see Alex, even when he wasn't expecting him.
