If you are morally offended by fangirl squee, look away now

OH MY GOD, I CAN'T EVEN. THOSE TWO, WHAT EVEN ARE THEY. OH MY GOD, THEY BRING ME SO MUCH JOY. <3<3<3 I DO NOT KNOW HOW I WILL STOP SMILING WHEN THERE'S THIS MUCH WIN AROUND. All gifs nabbed off Tumblr. Also, quoththewriter is AWESOME.

( Spoiler for deleted scenes from X-Men: First Class. Also, gif-heavy )

In conclusion: MICHAEL FASSBENDER HOW ARE YOU EVEN REAL.



Good god, those lips make me want to do all sorts of dirty, filthy things to that gorgeous wide mouth.

Announcement and a boredom-induced Charles/Erik drabble

Gah, second-to-last pre-holiday shift, I AM CLIMBING THE SODDING WALLS. quoththewriter and zolac_no_miko were wonderfully distracting this morning, but it's the middle of the night now where they are (or it was when I started writing this post, what the hell) and they are asleep and I am BORED. In liew of shooting the wall and pestering a John (whom I do not have, such a tragedy), I am making this here rambling post.

Last night was--amazing. The Dragneto pics exploded everywhere, and it was filled with glee and rainbows and unicorns and filthy, filthy Charles whom I adore. MUCH FUN WAS HAD. I trust everyone has seen it already? IF NOT, REFER TO MY PREVIOUS POST. THAT SHIT IS UNMISSABLE. Today seems rather grey by comparison, not to mention it's one of the hottest days of the month today and I am melting. D:

Anyway. As of Friday I will very likely be incommunicado for pretty much a week. There's no internets where I'm going, SO I AM PREPARED TO WALLOW TERRIBLY about missing a new Carpe Brewski chapter and talking to all you guyyyyys. D: But I also plan to mess about in the water and soak up as much sun as I can find and read a shitton of books (I am taking eight. I hope they'll be enough). I am also taking Danny (my laptop), so I may or may not write all the words before I die of boredom. Even though, bearing in mind that baby Nicky is coming with, I doubt boredom will be in rich supply.

Is there a point to this? WHY, YES. If you need me for any reason at all after late tomorrow night, YOU'D BETTER GET ON IT NOW. In the immortal words of Goose's wife Carole, [...] Take me to bed or lose me forever! (Yes, Top Gun was on last night. The homoerotic subtext is SO MUCH MORE BLATANT at (almost) 30 than it was at 17 when I last watched it. What an innocent I was...)

Also, Happy Birthday, Scotty and Alex!! OH MY BOYS, I <3 YOU SO MUCH.

OH OH AND ALSO. Because I get easily distracted when bored. Some of last night was also spent working with delicatale on this fantastic idea she god, namely, ANGELS WITH MACHINE GUNS. ONE OF WHICH IS STEVE MCGARRETT. Go check the awesomeness out, it is here!! A Certain Someone on my flist should be sprinting over, you know who you are, babe. XP


If there was one thing I wish I could be good at, it's drawing. Then I would be able to leave you with the visual for this scene that has been in my head all day. As it is, I shall have to rely on words altogether. So here it is, a few scenes from a story I shall probably never write in full, or inflict on the world anywhere else.

( Scene: serious writer Erik working on his next novel. Every night Erik hands his amanuensis/beta reader/hopeless crush Charles the finished scenes from the night before. )