Work in Progress

averypottermormon:

midget-banana:

hijackspace:

thehttydblog:

modern-hiccup:

Me and my sibling can go from

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to

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in like three seconds 

#MY LIFE

on a scale from disney to dreamworks what’s your sibling relationship

MARVEL

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that was not nice

princess-of-lore:

mycheekyfinn:

official-nasa:

monilip:

dont-stop-runninggg:

knowledge is knowing that a tomato is a fruit

wisdom is not putting it in a fruit salad 

That was deep

philosophy is wondering if that means ketchup is a smoothie

That was deeper.

common sense is knowing that ketchup isn’t a damn smoothie you nasty

theletteraesc:

fourteenacross:

lyndraws:

dads snuggling with chubby freckled babbs (◡ ‿ ◡ ✿)

David won’t sleep when the rest of them are awake.
That’s not entirely true. He tires himself out of course. At three months old, he can’t keep going as long as he’d like, but that doesn’t mean he won’t try. He’s incredibly social for a baby, his wide blue eyes always following them around the room, tracking conversations, trying to be a part of things. It’s sweet, Erik thinks—he even babbles at them while they’re talking, like he’s trying to join in, though he’s reacting to the sound of their voices more than anything, and shrieks with delight when something pleases him. That makes Charles happiest of all. He’d been worried since the start, trying to walk the line between embracing David’s telepathy while nurturing his language skills as well, and Charles doesn’t have to do more than smile for Erik to know what a relief he finds it that David vocalizes with them, even if he’s too little to have any comprehension of what they’re saying or for his baby talk to have any real meaning.
Still, as endearing as it is to watch him watch them, it very quickly leads to a cranky baby or a cranky three year old or cranky parents or, more than likely, all three. They’ve gotten used to stealing naps where they can get them, trading off herding the kids and five minutes of sleep on the couch.
Today, though, Charles has announced that they’re all going to sit together. Quiet time, Charles calls it, and Erik is skeptical, but once Charles moves from the wheelchair to the couch and wedges himself into the corner, Lorna doesn’t hesitate to abandon her toys to join him, scampering up into his lap.
"Are you going to read a story, Dada?" she asks, which is a fair question. This does tend to be where Charles sits when he reads her stories.
"We’re going to listen to someone else read all of us a story," Charles says.
"Daddy and Davey too?" she asks.
"Daddy and Davey too," Charles confirms, and gives Erik a Look. Erik shrugs and does one more circuit around the room with David, who’s struggling to keep his eyes open but refuses to give into his nap, and then sits down on the other side of the couch. Charles reaches across and hooks two fingers into his belt to pull him closer. Erik takes the hint and slides closer until he’s pressed up against Charles’ side. David is still curled up against his chest, blinking sleepily at Lorna and Charles, and Lorna strokes his hair with almost comical gentleness.
"He has so much hair," Charles murmurs.
"Did I have that much hair when I was a baby?" Lorna asks, peering up at Charles.
"You didn’t," Charles says. "You had very, very pale blonde hair. It was almost white and just peachfuzz on your head." He strokes her hair for emphasis, long and green and curling at the ends, an indicator that she carries the x-gene sequences, even if she has yet to manifest any specific abilities or physical alterations. "And then when you started to get older, it started coming in thicker and green."
Lorna yawns loudly, and instead of covering her mouth, presses her whole face into Charles’ shoulder.
"Green is best," she says. "You said there was a story."
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*melts*

theletteraesc:

fourteenacross:

lyndraws:

dads snuggling with chubby freckled babbs (◡ ‿ ◡ ✿)

David won’t sleep when the rest of them are awake.

That’s not entirely true. He tires himself out of course. At three months old, he can’t keep going as long as he’d like, but that doesn’t mean he won’t try. He’s incredibly social for a baby, his wide blue eyes always following them around the room, tracking conversations, trying to be a part of things. It’s sweet, Erik thinks—he even babbles at them while they’re talking, like he’s trying to join in, though he’s reacting to the sound of their voices more than anything, and shrieks with delight when something pleases him. That makes Charles happiest of all. He’d been worried since the start, trying to walk the line between embracing David’s telepathy while nurturing his language skills as well, and Charles doesn’t have to do more than smile for Erik to know what a relief he finds it that David vocalizes with them, even if he’s too little to have any comprehension of what they’re saying or for his baby talk to have any real meaning.

Still, as endearing as it is to watch him watch them, it very quickly leads to a cranky baby or a cranky three year old or cranky parents or, more than likely, all three. They’ve gotten used to stealing naps where they can get them, trading off herding the kids and five minutes of sleep on the couch.

Today, though, Charles has announced that they’re all going to sit together. Quiet time, Charles calls it, and Erik is skeptical, but once Charles moves from the wheelchair to the couch and wedges himself into the corner, Lorna doesn’t hesitate to abandon her toys to join him, scampering up into his lap.

"Are you going to read a story, Dada?" she asks, which is a fair question. This does tend to be where Charles sits when he reads her stories.

"We’re going to listen to someone else read all of us a story," Charles says.

"Daddy and Davey too?" she asks.

"Daddy and Davey too," Charles confirms, and gives Erik a Look. Erik shrugs and does one more circuit around the room with David, who’s struggling to keep his eyes open but refuses to give into his nap, and then sits down on the other side of the couch. Charles reaches across and hooks two fingers into his belt to pull him closer. Erik takes the hint and slides closer until he’s pressed up against Charles’ side. David is still curled up against his chest, blinking sleepily at Lorna and Charles, and Lorna strokes his hair with almost comical gentleness.

"He has so much hair," Charles murmurs.

"Did I have that much hair when I was a baby?" Lorna asks, peering up at Charles.

"You didn’t," Charles says. "You had very, very pale blonde hair. It was almost white and just peachfuzz on your head." He strokes her hair for emphasis, long and green and curling at the ends, an indicator that she carries the x-gene sequences, even if she has yet to manifest any specific abilities or physical alterations. "And then when you started to get older, it started coming in thicker and green."

Lorna yawns loudly, and instead of covering her mouth, presses her whole face into Charles’ shoulder.

"Green is best," she says. "You said there was a story."

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*melts*

harrypotterconfessions:

cafededuy:

collegecutiepie:

sideshowknob:

SO dublin minors won the all ireland football this week (don’t worry if u don’t understand its just a sideline)

and they were all out celebrating

and they found daniel radcliffe in dublin at 4am and invited him to a house party with them

and he…went with them

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How to celebrity; A book by Daniel Radcliffe

He looks like a dwarf next to them

our boy is lookin rough though, dang.

though I guess it WAS 4am…

couple-of-dumbasses:

leviisacutelittleshit:

colourfulpantsandarainbowhat:

beggars-opera:

colourfulpantsandarainbowhat:

WHY DO PEOPLE CALL IT FUCK, MARRY, KILL WHEN THEY COULD CALL IT BED, WED, BEHEAD

easy there henry

whos henry what thef uck?

*faint laughter from Britian*

*history teachers crying*

luninosity:

mul-ti-pass:

gastrogirl:

best-ever chocolate nutella layer cake.

For luninosity for her birthday!

AND IT HAS NUTELLA I am so in. <3 Thank you, love!

luninosity:

mul-ti-pass:

gastrogirl:

best-ever chocolate nutella layer cake.

For luninosity for her birthday!

AND IT HAS NUTELLA I am so in. <3 Thank you, love!

How I imagine the plot of DOFP got kicked off
future!Erik: You know what would make this suckatastic future better?
future!Charles: Less holocaust?
future!Erik: I mean besides that.
future!Charles: Less super-smart killer robots?
future!Erik: I mean beside that.
future!Charles: I can't complain about fuel efficiency, I guess, these perpetual hovery things are great. Unless they are also in the super-smart killer robots, in which case boo.
future!Erik: ... you know, we could send someone into the past, to tell us to shut up and start working together.
future!Charles: Yeah, I can't imagine that plan going south, ever. "Hi, Erik, I have this project I'd like you to cooperate with me on," "Sure, Charles, let me just set this corner on fire, wow, we are doing great progress!"
future!Erik: But it will really work this time! The plan is foolproof!
future!Charles: On the other hand, this situation can't get any worse. Hit me.
future!Erik: One word, six claws: Wolverine...
future!Charles: Oh dear god.
future!Erik: ... in a leather jacket.
future!Charles: ...
future!Charles: Fetch Kitty at once.

colfersaurusrex:

I couldn’t care less about your religion or sexual orientation or race or whether you’re a virgin or have slept with 400 people or have done time in jail

but the moment you eat my leftovers without asking that’s when i decide you’re a terrible person

sniperj0e:

"date a girl who reads!!", "brainy is the new sexy!", "bigger books are better than bigger boobs!"

oh shut the fuck up

date a person who makes you smile, who makes you snort soda out of your nose and still thinks your laugh is cute

not based on how many john green novels they’ve read or episodes of sherlock they’ve watched you petty little fucks

Learn to say ‘no’ without explaining yourself.
Unknown  (via lullabysounds)
Hey, I'm just wondering how you feel about the allegations about Bryan Singer because after reading the article I just feel so conflicted. It's like a huge blow to my excitement for dofp and now I don't know how to feel. I mean, I'm probably still going to go see the movie because I love the x-men and all the actors in it I'm not about to condemn a whole bunch of people for the mistake of one person. But I just want to know your opinion on it because I haven't been in fandom that long.
Anonymous

jabletown:

spicedpiano:

Well, you shouldn’t base your opinion on my opinion necessarily, but you did ask, so here goes -

I am very, very displeased.  I’ve spent the majority of my workday now feeling very sick to my stomach and triggered by all of this.  For three years X-Men has been a safe space for me, even though I know no fandom is natively intended as such.  I’ve gotten through some very hard times by rolling myself up in these characters and stories that I love, by immersing myself in the canon as well as the fandom.  It’s unsettling to realize that someone intimately involved in the creation of the canon is … like this.  (I should be able to type the word, but I can’t right now.)  While I’m aware he’s innocent until proven guilty in the eyes of the law, this compulsion does not apply to public opinion.  The more I learn about the longstanding rumors and allegations against Singer, the more I believe that these rumors and allegations are very real and very true.  

As someone who is myself a survivor, I went to trial against my abuser and the defense’s primary platform was founded upon two facts: 1) I was mentally ill, and 2) Since the crimes occurred when I was a child and I and the other girls involved were standing witness at the ages of 17+, there was no “evidence.”  No “evidence” except our word, which was of course not evidence at all, because we were young and depressed and female, and because we had been children.  

The fallout of the trial was as traumatizing, if not more, than the acts themselves, because it fundamentally altered my ability to see myself as someone who should be believed when it came to crimes which violated my body.  Someone who deserved to be protected.  Every time someone said there was  insufficient evidence, or that we must be lying to - yes - ruin his career - the part of me that believed I was worth as much as this man crumbled a little bit more.

I know this is a long tangent into personal territory, but perhaps it helps put into context why I am so disheartened by situations like the one with Singer.  That my abuser later confessed and was found guilty was irrelevant, because the damage had been done.  Whether Singer is found guilty in a court of law or settles outside of it (and it will undoubtedly be the latter), for many of these young men the damage has already been done, both by the crime itself and the media + public’s reaction.

I still intend to see DoFP in theaters.  I don’t know if it will be the same.  I am trying to keep loving the things I love about X-Men despite the knowledge of what Singer has likely done, but it will be more difficult to watch the promotional tours in which actors I respect are required to speak in support of Singer (at least professionally if not personally), and to know that people in the fandom will also probably come out and say “we can’t know,” or “there’s insufficient evidence,” or “it’s their word against his.”  These arguments are all too familiar to me.  They are arguments which come from the privileged position of not having been a survivor of such attacks.  They are arguments from the position of being able to give into confirmation bias easily and without fuss, and dismiss the allegations as false or publicity stunts because that makes it easier to enjoy the media one enjoys.

I have so much respect for the other individuals and survivors who have spoken up on tumblr and other venues today about this issue.  I believe that our love for the characters and stories is stronger than the influence of one man who contributed to their creation.  

First, I want to thank you for sharing that. I think it might provide something that will help other people in this fandom. Since that is something you are in no obligation to provide or share with people, I think that deserves a lot of love and respect.

Second, while I am angry how vulnerable this revelation makes friends of mine and people who enjoy these movies feel, I firmly believe that what spicy said in her last line is resoundingly true: “I believe that our love for the characters and stories is stronger than the influence of one man who contributed to their creation.”

X-Men is a story that by its nature makes people who have felt excluded and marginalized feel included. And I am not going to let anyone take that away from me. I’ve been an X-Men fan, of the cartoons, movies, comics, since I was a little kid. This is my story, not his.

For anyone else feeling pushed out of something they love at the moment, this story is yours. What you feel for it transcends what Bryan Singer contributed to it, and it’s yours.

mindoftheunkind:

muggleland:

do you ever do that thing in class where you notice you’ve stopped paying attention so you try to focus but then you’re focused so hard on trying to focus that you’re still not paying attention to what they’re saying

Omg it’s in words

xtraneus:

X-Men: Days of Future Past - 3 New Featurettes

Posted online 4-16-14.

Featurette 2: ‘We’re In This Together’

Featurette 3: ‘Time to Make A Choice’ 

We are all books because we have spines and stories to tell.
My coworker (because we work in a library)