#awesomelifechoices

[aria]

Today in awesome things I have done with my life: get drunk, watch Iron Man. The irony is palpable, guys. (Also, oh man, trying to type 'palpable' whilst drunk? DIFFICULT.)

...I think I sold my soul to the Marvelverse while I wasn't paying attention.

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[lowkey]

An attraction... TO ERIK'S MAGNETIC PERSONALITY?

(I'm, uh, pretty glad that I've not begun to write an First Class fiction, and this is why, guys.)

[aria]

...Yep, even drunk at one in the morning I know this is a TERRIBLE PUN.

[littledust]

Well, now I want an X-Men fic of NOTHING BUT PUNS. Charles can make a horrible one about irony! Erik can mock him!

[lowkey]

"Charles," Erik said, slow and deliberately, "I've asked you before—mind your own business."

The telepath blinked, caught off guard. "What? No, I wasn't—"

"You were about to. You did that... hand thing, resting it against your temple, like so." Erik emulated the younger mutant, placing his fingers against his temple, his thumb on his cheek. "It's really a terrible tell."

Charles' history as an Oxford cad was all that kept him from blushing. Had he really been about to read Erik, subconsciously? He shook his head, trying to clear the image of Erik grabbing him and sweeping him off of his feet. "No, my friend, whatever you were thinking, it was a mistake. I promise, I would never do anything like that without your permission."

"Just remember," Erik said, this time faux-serious, "the last man who broke a promise with me ended up a paraplegic."

[lowkey]

In other news: what is wrong with mmmmmeeeeeeeeeeeeee

[littledust]

OH MY GOD LET'S GET MARRIED ON A BEACH IN CUBA. MINUS THE BULLETS AND THE BOMBS.

[lowkey]

FUCK IT LET'S KEEP THE MISSILES

[littledust]

WAS IT REALLY ALL FOR CHARLES, ERIK???

[lowkey]

(It took me, like, an hour to re-find that GIF with its accompanying awesome tags.)

[littledust]

(I SHED A SINGLE TEAR FOR YOUR DEVOTION.)