#ourgiftishope

[bartonstrickarrows]

Shenanigans

“Do you have any books in this place that aren’t peer reviewed bricks?” Clint asked Charles from his perch on top of one of the many book shelves in the library. Of course the archer realized the question was a bit silly considering the mansion was a school.

[actually-i-prefer-magneto]

“If I wanted you dead, this room would be a lot quieter.” (stares)

“I’m well aware of that, my friend,” Erik answered with a laugh, not intimidated in the least by the professor. “I’ve never doubted your powers, only your conviction. You could never hate me enough to want me dead.” Really that probably wasn’t true. There were a fair number of things Erik had done over the years that could easily have pushed Charles to that point.

[notjustpainandangcr-blog]

“There is a perfectly good reason I’m eating these mini marshmallows right out of the package, I’m certain of it. Probably.”

“Hmmm...” he tilted his head, pretending he was thinking “Could it be that you had one too many glasses of whiskey at the bar?” he chuckled. They both did, but Erik had never been drunk in his life and he never would. He only got tipsy. Sometimes. “Did you take that from the mini-bar? You do know the charge about ten dollars for it, right?”

[acertainfemininemystique]

prosthetical replied to your post “so the screen on my computer just smashed -.- this is fucking great. ”

D: Can you buy a monitor? Even if it's a laptop you should be able to hook a new monitor up and they're prolly pretty cheap these days.

ourgiftishope replied to your post “so the screen on my computer just smashed -.- this is fucking great. ”

:o check online for cheap parts and ways to fix it yourself I saved a bunch doing that

|| right now, i’m using my tv as a monitor lmao.    got my laptop hooked up with the hdmi cable..    the good news is is that my stepmom is    always really good about taking care of all    my computer needs and she’s rich af so    once i get it taken in, she’ll pay for it. so that’s    super good. it just... still sucks. 

[bartonstrickarrows]

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Clint had heard Charles’ approach to the kitchen but that didn’t prepare him for the sudden smack to his ass. The archer would deny the startled noise he made not to mention the faint flush that colored his cheeks. 

“No scones for you,” Clint huffed playfully in mock offense as he finished moving said baked goods from their tray to a cooling rack.

[silverliniing]

@ourgiftishope liked to save peter from certain doom!

Peter groaned and held his head as he sat up. Fuck, these guys weren’t playing for peanuts apparently. Though he did wonder why he was still alive. Probably they wanted to know who else had been there. 

The team had been investigating a possible site for Sentinel building and things had gone sideways. A typical Tuesday night. Unfortunately, things had gone rather more sideways than usual, and Peter had taken a wrong turn somewhere and passed through a horrifyingly efficient electrical field. Now he was sitting in a cold concrete room, trying to figure out his best escape route.

The door opened and Peter was on his feet in- ...considerably longer than an instant. Something was wrong here. Something was very very wrong. He couldn’t run. Well, he supposed he could run but not at the speed he was used to. He looked up in horror at the smirking guard. “What the hell did you do to me?”

[magnetician-blog]

Common Grounds aka The Coffee Shop AU

Settling in a new city is never easy, and adjusting to a new job is even less simple. For some, however, the biggest task by far is learning the lay of the land. Most everyone has some sort of routine, and a new home means new shops, new restaurants, and the need to become familiar with the most efficient routes connecting home with work with whatever else might be necessary to carry on with daily life. 

Erik is punctual, and has allowed himself plenty of time this morning to stop by a coffee shop he had noticed the previous day, not far from the building he’s been hired into. It’s fairly small, as most of the shops are along this road, but it’s warm when he steps inside, and rather cozy, with a familiar sort of feel to it. Besides the standard sets of tables and chairs for patrons here’s a sofa lining one wall, opposite a large armchair and a few shelves of books; plainly this is meant to be a local favorite, though he can’t fathom being the sort of person who spends an inordinate amount of time loitering about in a place like this. 

It’s quite early, and he’s managed to show up before the worst of the morning rush. That familiar need tugs at him, the desire for the spike of something strong that will rouse him more fully and allow him to get a jump on what promises to be a challenging day. Erik isn’t paying much attention, gaze cast downward and mostly unfocused as he reaches into his jacket pocket for his wallet once the customer in front of him moves away from the counter. 

[ziischeln]

“I want you to know, I forgive you for everything. I’ll say it every day. For as long as you need to hear it.”

Erik smiles wryly, his hand resting on Charles’ shoulder for a fleeting moment as they watch the sun’s descent from the window of Charles’ office. 

“You’ve always been too generous with me, old friend. But I’m grateful for it.”