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[green-x-reaper]

|| D-Mun: Dad. What are you doing?

Dad: -about to "not" pour his energy drink into my fish tank - Nothing.

D-Mun: Get away from my fish.

Dad: >:[ I wasn't going to do anything. I was just looking!

[sentient78]

Your wx is super fun to read!

thankyouu i try very hard because i want to have fun writing them

[mshpkhh]

@profxisajerk ♥’d this

he eyes the professor, whose exterior seems open, amiable, and friendly, but something seems... askew. something so subtle and small, jakob’s not sure he’s just putting meaning on something that isn’t there. but he looks at the professor and sees... something empty. sad is not the right word, because sad is SOMETHING. what jakob sees is an absence...

      ❝ i do not think we have been properly introduced. you          must be charles xavier. i am jakob eisenhardt. ❞

[drdreamy]

            “ Emma, Emma, listen to me. You’ve got to listen.. “ Derek’s voice rose louder in his insistence, trying to be heard, trying to make her listen. He couldn’t say why this was so important, why the young woman in the bed beside him was any different than  the other countless women who had once been in her place .. but she was different. Or maybe just Derek’s professional opinion had finally lost the battle between his own feelings.. either way... Fingers tightened on the railing of the bed as blue eyes glanced over his shoulder to the still crying baby in the nurse’s arms. A boy. With a head already covered in dark hair.                 “ You can still change your mind, do you know that? Its                    fine if you don’t want to, but you don’t have to do this.” He could feel the eyes behind him, the older nurse’s gaze no doubt boring a hole into the back of his skull.. but he didn’t care. To hell with professionalism. How were you supposed to stay professional day in and day out with a job like this? The mother in front of him thought she was doing the right thing –– and that was fine, for all he knew, she was –– but he had had to listen to too many women who regretted their decision afterwards. Who hadn’t been told that it wasn’t too late. Gaze flickered back down, arms gesturing to the wailing infant behind him and words muffled through the mask he still wore over the majority of his face.                                         “ Do you want to hold your son?” “