Perfect Imperfection

menandmartinis:

Star Trek star and noted homosexual George Takei responds to bigots who believe in restricting the right to love to straight people. Oh, snap, oh glorious snap.

George - you are fabulous.

three-red-paragraphs:

“Leave it be, Selina, please. He has no want for me,” Charles murmurs, trying not to let the ache he feels with the burden of that knowledge to color his words. Selina remains disbelieving, her fine, handsome features conveying her thoughts quite acutely. She peers over Charles’ shoulder as he leads them into a turn, surveilling the crowd of spectators. Her gaze alights on one figure in particular.

She makes a most unladylike sound.

“Well then, if he claims not to want you,” Selina says, “then he should have no objections for anyone who may wish to take you.” A flash of a sly grin and then suddenly her expression shifts, eyes taking on a doe-like quality, her features turning soft as she exudes an innocence she most certainly doesn’t possess. Then she turns those doe eyes on Charles and for all the world she looks like she’s in love, enamored by his very presence - and Charles can only laugh, amused and wise to her ways, continuing their steps like nothing’s changed. Only now, putting his heart aside, he joins her game.

He’s going to lose, he always does, acting is not amongst his repertoire of skills and accomplishments and a grin slips through here and there while Selina remains perfectly in character - as obvious  as her mirth is too him when overhearing some chatter from the crowd, some ladies already starting to gossip. For that he tangles their fingers, almost sure it will get them an affronted tut.

And then the next step comes and Selina is leaning close, whispering in hushed tones “If you could see his face right now,” and without quite meaning to he casts his gaze out, heart hammering in his chest, and there is Erik, a statue amongst a sea of moving bodies, jaw clenched, eyes hard, and an expression of ill contained fury at the sight of their joined hands.

Charles quickly averts his eyes, confused if not a bit satisfied, and instead concentrates on leading he and Selina into a twirl. When he finally looks up again, Erik is on the move, long determined strides heading towards the entrance doors.

The dance finishes soon after, and it is his friend, his confidante who says “Go get him,” with a mischievous wink.

“Go steal something,” he replies, grinning, kisses her once on the back of her hand before taking his leave, a skip in his step that hadn’t been there before.

Because Erik wants him. He wants him.

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kageillusionz:

synekdokee:

sass-lord-xavier:

papercutperfect:

#hIS-SKIP-IN-THE-THIRD-GIF-GOD

He looks so happy like “omg look at me sliding down the staircase railing” And then hops and skips away

“I want you to behave this time, I won’t allow you to embarrass me in front of Lord Lehnsherr.”

Young Charles Xavier enjoys taking the piss out of his step-father’s stuffy and serious “esteemed” dinner guests, especially someone with as intimidating a reputation as Lord Lehnsherr. Which is why Charles finds himself fascinated when one of his thinly-veiled jabs at the high society his step-father so admires is met with a quickly-hidden smirk from Lehnsherr…


And perhaps a quick grope when Charles escorts Lehnsherr out…

And precisely where can I read the above? Hmmmm?

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niladhevan:

homosf:

gambitgrl:

thefingerfuckingfemalefury:

mutantlexi:

thefingerfuckingfemalefury:

johannamanuela:

Xena’s amazing costumes.

LUCY FLAWLESS

SHE HAS THE MOST PERFECT WARDROBE EVER :D

Still love the “samurai” costume. So impractical, but so bloody sexy.

She is looking SO hot in that one, isn’t she? :D

Not that she ever DOESN’T look hot of course…

MOTHER OF GOD THIS PIC SET 

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theresadiamondunderthedust:

You either love The Princess Bride or you’re wrong.

godisgaf:

our president is a sarcastic motherfucker.

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So Steve’s been trying to convince Tony -slowly, as much as he can without pushing too hard- to adopt kids. 

Tony always exits stage left as fast as is humanly possible. Once, he even blows something up to distract Steve long enough to punch the repulsors and fly off. 

Then, when they’re at a crappy gala which they all hate-

Natasha’s off to the side with Bruce, teaching him how not to go on a vicious homicidal spree when one of the people here tries to talk to you (it’s harder than it looks, seriously), and Tony has finished his quota of schmoozing for the night. He’s looking around, casting world-suffering looks at the other Avengers when he finally catches Steve, and he stops, frozen, hand outstretched to tap him on the shoulder. Because Steve is bouncing a baby carefully in his arms, with this small, intimate smile on his face, looking down at it like he’s holding the world bunched in baby booties and a diaper.

Tony hears him tell the mother that he’s beautiful, and the mother gushes before scooping the baby back up in her arms and spinning him, gliding back into the crowd.

Tony just stands there, shock-still, until Steve notices him.

Steve turns to him, bashful, like he’s been caught doing something wrong, and Tony knows that if he presses up against his chest, his arms, it’ll be achingly warm where the baby was.

Tony looks down at his feet. He swallows; says, “So, they seem less horrible than I originally thought.”

And steve’s answering smile makes him dread the dirty diapers, the crushing responsibility, and his own monumental daddy issues a bit less than he did a minute ago.

(drabble by the lovely theappleppielifestyle)

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older-aang:

hclark70:

I can’t

Always reblog

I don’t even

This is what makes Tumblr the way it is. 

I love you guys

THE. LAST. ONE.

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