xmas feeling


anon gave me a challenge; asked for a bit of Carl Barks with nice-guy-Gladstone but then I remember this part of A Christmas for Shacktown (W OS 367-02), which is a sweet holiday classic where the ducks are trying to raise twenty-five dollars to get the kids in the poor part of town a toy train!


More Q cats!! The concept - both Bond giving Q a kitten and the ‘weaponized kitty’ are salutes to Ordinary Numbers - the greatest fic of all time. 

*important note - at least one person expressed concern about Keats’ eye – he and Melville are both rescue cats and Keats was missing it before Q got him (aka he didn’t maim an animal for science!)*


5 truths you know and 1 that you don’t


anonymous asked:

so can we talk about logan??!! what did you think of it? is it one of your fave xmen movies? thoughts on old chalres?

Yes, LET’S!

I freakin’ loved it. I really didn’t go in with high expectations (I’ve seen all of the solo Wolverine movies… they didn’t exactly inspire confidence…) but I was totally blown away. I saw a review for the film that said something like “It’s not a superhero movie, it’s a movie that happens to have superheroes in it” and I thought that stated it REALLY well. I also liked that it was R-rated, which really allowed for the grittiness and violence that is the truth of how Logan would actually fight. It’s a very messy, personal way to kill people.

Okay so, obvious highlight of the movie – CHARLES. CHARLES CHARLES CHARLES. I already know that Sir Patrick is a genius, but I was so blown away by him in this movie. He’s half insufferable old coot, half caring father-figure, and a whole lot of tragedy. I guess the question of how Charles’ extremely powerful brain would age has always been a fascinating one to me and I loved how they dealt with it. One of my main criticisms about X-Men movies in the past is the sheer lack of BADASS Charles. Well, we finally got him, but just not in the way I was expecting. I love how dangerous Charles finally came across as. I love that he’s classified as a weapon of mass destruction. I love that they finally took his powers SERIOUSLY. The fact that it had to come with such tragedy is just heart-wrenching. All the hints of Charles hurting/killing his own students and his spotty memories about all of this just HURTS SO MUCH. His constant shift in mood, his guilt and his feelings of powerlessness were just so painful to watch. And through it all, there was still that glimmer of the stately, god-like man he used to be. I loved seeing the untouchable older Professor X finally made human. He reminded me a lot of DOFP Charles, which is of course perfect because isn’t that who Charles really is? Not just a perfect symbol of peace and mutant wisdom, but a real, flawed person who can be a total dick.

His relationship with Logan was also everything to me. Still snarky at each other, but with such obvious affection. Charles is the closest thing to a father that Logan has ever had and seeing Charles in the state he was in must have been killing Logan – but I can see his reluctance to let him go. It was so sad to see that Logan had built his whole life around hiding and protecting Charles. And omg, the tears that flowed when he had to bury Charles, knowing that their last exchange was less than ideal. Logan’s voice breaking when he’s talking about the lake nearby. AHHHH ahhhhhhh.

I know the movie was an overall downer, but I honestly was so impressed that I have very few complaints. I loved how Logan was portrayed as dying, fading away slowly due to the adamantium, but sick in soul just as much in body. Hugh Jackman rarely gets credit for being a fantastic actor but his performance was so good in this. I sobbed at the end. Jesus, what an ending for such a man. What an ending for two of the most iconic superheroes of all time – I loved that they died as people and not symbols. I loved the hope of the new mutants. I hope that brought Charles a bit of comfort in his death, knowing that mutants could make a comeback.

As an aside, my immediate headcanon after the movie was that one of Charles’ uncontrollable attacks caused Erik’s death, but Charles has trouble remembering this and will often ask Logan where Erik is or when he’s coming back. I can just see Logan telling Charles that Erik’s coming back soon and Charles being so happy to hear that before he forgets again that he’s asked it. I’m not a fan of unhappy endings, but this has stuck in my head so deeply since I left the movie that I can’t imagine any other way that Cherik ended now. 

Wooow sorry for the rant but this movie was so damn good. Superhero movies done right. An X-Men film with all the complexity, social commentary, and amazing human relationships that I wanted. If only the same care had been given to XMA.

Iron Bars // Warren Worthington

Guess who’s back, back again, Els is back, tell a friend

anyway I thought you might like this one and I was feeling really emo over Warren today so this happened lol:))

-Els x


Iron bars. Twelve of them. Perfectly aligned, reaching from the floor to the ceiling and covering the small perimeter of the cell. The metal was cold against Warren’s pale fingers as he gripped the bars tight as if his life depended on it, he had memorised every detail in the confined space he was forced into only hours ago. A plain white ceiling and a plain white floor, covered in dust and a large brown stain in the corner of the room that he had yet to discover what it was, but he was pretty sure it was blood. There wasn’t even a stool for Warren to rest his fatigued limbs. He wasn’t supposed to be there.

The deafening echoes of his cellmates yelling, screaming and fighting had now become white noise to him and the smell of sweat that clouded his senses every so often almost made him gag. Warren couldn’t imagine what he must look like now, his hair was a tangled, curly blonde mess on his head, with pieces if broken glass still digging into his scalp and his arms littered with fresh scrapes and angry red bruises. His wings that were once white were now crippled, with dried blood that was not long ago seeping from the skin on his back. He was sure he would never fly again. Not that they’d let him anyway, as far as he knew, Warren would be looking these iron bars for the next few years.

This wasn’t supposed to happen. Warren had gotten into one of his moods, as you liked to call them. They usually occurred when you two would have a fight or late at night after a bad nightmare when he would reminisce his past, the iron cage in Berlin that he believed somehow looked the same as the cell he was locked in now had forever haunted his dreams and kept him awake at night. Some days were worse than others, but this time, he knew he had taken it too far.

It was a small fight that he had blown out of proportion, his insecurities getting in the way as they always had when it came to you. A small remark that Peter had made about your relationship suddenly had him questioning why on earth you were with someone as wrecked as him. He was the one with wings, but you were the Angel.

He had left you, just like that, and he did what he always did when he was angry or upset. He drank. It was a crowded bar, the memories of what happened were still vague when he tried to recall them. Warren didn’t even remember the face of the man that he had gotten into a fight outside the bar with or even why he had thrown the first punch, but he knew that the man had come off much worse than he did.

He hated himself for this, he hated himself for being this fucked up and insecure. Warren always tried to believe it was because of his past and the horrific images that would flash through his head very time he closed his eyes but now he was wondering if it really was his fault. You had always told him to open up, that maybe if he told someone about his past that it would help, you had even suggested a therapist, but being the asshole that he is, he always declined and shrugged it off before continuing to suck you into the shitshow that he called his life. It was always his fault.

Warren knew he had to get out of there. He knew that he had to find you and apologise for everything. He couldn’t imagine how you must be feeling now. He wondered if you knew where he was, he could practically see the look on your face when Charles would tell you, that they had found him. That he was in a bad state and was thrown in a cell without a choice. Warren imagined your face changing from hope to disappointment. He couldn’t even begin to count how many times he had disappointed you.

Suddenly, Warren was awoken from his trance when he heard loud footsteps coming from down the hall. His initial thought was to grab whoever it was that was about to pass him and strangle them until they let him out. But that was then he heard it.

The soft angelic voice that had soothed Warren since the moment he first heard it, he only had to hear a few words to recognise the voice immediately. Once the figure came into full view he straightened himself out, removing his hands from the bar and dropping them by his sides in shock.

You always seemed to look flawless, even with your tired eyes and stressed expression that was most likely caused by the man stood behind bars in front of you. Your hair was a mess, still in the same messy ponytail since he last saw you, the image of tears streaming down you face as he left you at the mansion’s front door still fresh in his mind. You studied each other’s faces for a moment, taking in both of your dishevelled features once again as if you were old friends before Warren broke the ear-piercing silence.


‘I know.’ You said softly, ‘Charles is outside, he’s gonna get you out of here, okay?’ You stepped closer and put your shaking hand on the railings of the bar, flinching slightly when he placed his bruised ones on top of yours and leaned his forehead against it, sighing quietly.

‘I probably should have listened to you when you said about the therapist,’ Warren whispered with a soft laugh.

‘Yeah, probably,’ You smiled ‘I’m just glad you’re okay. I really thought I lost you this time, Warren,’ You sighed and looked down, the pieces of hair that had fallen out of your ponytail covering your face, making Warren’s heart sink even more.

‘Baby, I’m- ‘

‘I know,’ You said reassuringly ‘But not now. Let’s go home first, I need a hot bath and some pizza,’ you smiled, and so did he.

‘Okay. Let’s go home.’

anonymous asked:

127 w a character of your choice

The Sound Of You | Warren Worthington III

You sat in the shade under a big oak tree. The scent relaxed you as well as the birds chirping. Not that you were listening to the birds anyway. Not anymore.

With your legs tucked in your chest, you stuffed your earbuds in your ears and played some music. It was the only thing you could listen to without feeling anything but content.

Warren could see you from across the pond. He knew then there was something wrong. He was almost positive he knew why too. And while Warren tried to be there as much as he could, he wasn’t sure how he could. He himself was still figuring out how to deal with sharing thoughts and emotions.

You wouldn’t want to talk about it anyway. The last time he asked you what was wrong, you couldn’t even answer him, you felt so numb. And that was a routine that happened at least once a month. There would be a short period of time where your thoughts would get jumbled in your head, making you so vulnerable to everything.

Warren extended his wings, getting ready to fly over toward you. Surely, he could’ve walked around the pond, but you knew how Warren was with the dramatics.

You could feel him settling next to you, which you didn’t mind. You just hoped he wouldn’t try to question your feelings.

His mouth moved and you slumped your shoulders. Pulling your left earbud out, your furrowed your eyebrows at him, tilting your head a bit, showing your confusion.

“What are you listening to?” he repeated once more. But already, he was reaching toward the cord of your earbuds, plucking the one that wasn’t in your ear into his before listening to the music with you.

“I don’t think you’d like it.” you felt him lean against the tree beside you, getting comfortable as he shut his eyes. “It’s just a bunch of dumb, cheesy love songs.”

Warren had to admit. You really did listen to a bunch of cheesy love songs.

Baby the sound of you, is better than a harmony. I want you off my mind… And on me.

Interesting lyrics though. Some of the lyrics, he could relate to.

“Now, this song is a good song. It’s a sap song, but I feel it on a spiritual level.” you spoke softly. You were surprised that Warren hadn’t already tugged out the earbud and took off with the heart-felt songs that had played.

I wanna fall like your favorite season.

“The song’s not that long,” he frowned. He found himself liking the sound of the singer’s voice. He hated to admit it, but he sort of liked the bubbly, warm feeling in the pit of his tummy.

“It isn’t, but it’s okay. We have more songs to listen to.” You said with more confidence. Seeing Warren actually like your music taste was nice. It made you enthusiastic to show him music. Which was a feeling way better than just numb.

backstairs affairs

I scribbled the bones of this when I was desperate for a break while on a crazy work deadline. Now that I’m free(er), I’ve honed in on it as a fun thing to finish, as it’s a truly a silly piece of fluff. It could use more shaping but I’m putting it up anyway.

Timeframe: Vague mid/late season 4. Instinct never happened. Leena’s still with us. Claudia’s Caretaker. B&W are an established thing. Sorry for typos!


Myka enters the B&B dressed in full winter regalia, shutting the door quickly to keep the cold out. She drops her keys in a bowl in the foyer and begins brushing snow off her jacket, but slows to a stop as a low, muffled groan draws her attention. When the groan swells in volume, she jettisons her jacket and boots and hurries down the hall to the living room.

“Stop moving,“ she says, eyes scanning a horizontal Helena as she shifts on the couch. "Let me help you.” She kneels down and gently lifts Helena’s arm, the one in a sling, then rearranges the blanket and pillow underneath. “Where’s Claudia?”

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