OH MY GOD 🙊. YOU SHOULDN’T SKIP THIS WITHOUT WATCHING. YOU WILL NOT REGRET IT. THIS IS A MASTERPIECE 😻💕

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I don’t think I’ve rebagelled anything in years at this point but I just watched this literally 7 times in a row soo

Niiiiiiice.

holy fuck

So guess what? I’m an actor. That’s what I do besides run this X-Men blog – I go to college and study acting (and math?)!

Right now, I’m doing an internship with this production company…and I’m an Associate Producer for this TV Pilot!! It’s about artificial intelligence and the exploration of sexuality and gender identity and was shot in the Czech Republic. Can’t get much better than that.

How cool is that? (Hint: pretty fucking cool)

Anyway, our trailer just went LIVE today. And it would mean the world to me if y’all would take a peek, watch the trailer, and maybe share on your blogs! I’ve poured my heart and soul into this project, and I’m so insanely excited about sharing it with all of you.

Stay

Hank stumbled out of the wrecked car, pushing his way through the debris. “Charles?” he whispered as loudly as he could, not daring to attract Erik’s attention. “Charles, where are you?”

Erik was standing at the opposite end of the grassy area, his arms outstretched, his eyes gleaming, murder in his voice. “You built these weapons to destroy us. Why? Because you are afraid of our gifts. Because we are different.”

Hank tried to block out the sounds of Erik’s voice. From somewhere to his right, he heard a groan. Unable to bear the thought of his best friend’s pain, Hank raised his voice and shouted, “Charles!”

Erik’s attention snapped to Hank, his hands remaining motionless in the air. He stared at Hank for a moment, and then looked back at the president, his voice only faltering slightly as he continued. “B-because we are different. Humanity…humanity has always feared that which is different. Well I’m here to tell you – ”

Another soft scream of pain, and Hank was running blindly toward it. “Hold on Charles, I’m coming!”

Erik looked over at Hank again, his eyes panicked. “I’m here to tell you – to – to tell the world – to tell….” His hands fell to his sides, and he breathed out one word –  “Charles” – before he let all the guns he had been suspending in the air fall to the ground and sprinted toward the sound of Charles’ pained gasps.

The people in the president’s detail all watched him run. Raven slowly shifted back to her blue form, wanting to follow but rooted to the spot, her eyes wide.

Hank was kneeling by a pile of metal scaffolding, murmuring something, his hand tightly grasping a hand protruding from underneath a pile of debris.

Erik fell to his knees, effortlessly throwing the metal off of Charles, his breath coming in ragged gasps.

Hank dropped Charles’ hand long enough to throw his weight against Erik. “Get away from him!” he shouted as Erik fell to the side.

Charles’ face was covered in soot; his electric blue eyes stared out from the grime. Streaks of pale skin began to appear as tears raced from the corners of his eyes. He held Hank’s gaze for a moment, and then swallowed and shook his head ever so slightly. “Erik,” he murmured.

Erik was back at his side in an instant. This time, Hank swallowed his anger and stepped aside, crouched in the rubble, ready to defend Charles at the slightest sign of malicious intent. But instead of reaching out to hurt Charles, Erik gently cupped Charles’ cheek with his palm and lowered his lips to touch Charles’ forehead. “I’m so sorry,” he whispered against the dirt and sweat.

Hank closed his eyes and sighed. No matter what he did, they would end up like this. They would always end up going back to each other, no matter how much it hurt both of them.

There was a murmur from across the field. The people in the presidential bunker had gone from petrified to confused to offended in less than a minute. Raven’s lips twitched, her heart hammering in her chest as she watched her adoptive brother and crush hold on to each other as if everything else in the world had disappeared. Then she ducked behind a few people, shifted into a security guard, wiped her eyes with her sleeve, and started ushering people away. “Quit gawking,” she barked. “They love each other. Doesn’t matter who they are – species, gender…none of it matters. Now move along. I’ll take care of them.”

The government officials were too perplexed to complain, so they shuffled away.

Erik could hear Raven, could see Hank’s fidgets of disapproval…but all that mattered was Charles, his legs lying useless on the ground and his upper body shaking in shock. Suddenly, all Erik could think about was the beach. Eleven years had passed, but it still felt like a fresh wound. And here they were again – Charles bleeding on the ground, Erik bent over him. And all of it Erik’s fault.

But this time, instead of getting up, instead of leaving him, Erik sank further down to the ground until he was lying on his side next to Charles. He draped an arm over Charles’ chest, wrapped Charles’ legs with his own, and nuzzled his nose into the crook of Charles’ neck. He whispered softly, urgently, into Charles’ ear as Charles’s shaking slowed. “I’m here now. I’m here now, and I’m never going to leave you again. I’m so sorry, Charles. It’s over. It’s over now, and I’m here.”

Erik’s feet touched down outside the school – slowly, gently, Erik doing everything he could to keep Charles from being jostled on the journey through the air. Cradling Charles against his chest, he stepped over the threshold and into the mansion. The entire hallway was buzzing with doctors prepping and students questioning. Jean Grey appeared out of the crowd, immediately all business, and ushered Erik down the hallway, through the masses, and into an immaculate white room.

She closed the door behind them, silencing the murmur of questions, and turned to face Erik, her eyes narrowed. “I’m not going to ask you why you’re here. But you’re going to need to leave.”

Erik gently set Charles down on the draped table, touched his hand, and moved to leave. He was stopped by a surprisingly strong tug on his fingers. Charles’ eyes were open, focused on Erik. “You said you’d never leave me again.”

Jean paused while putting on her lab coat and bent down to whisper in Charles’ ear. “Are you sure? It’s up to you, but…are you sure, Charles?”

Charles’ eyes never left Erik’s face. “Please. Stay.”

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For Bucky’s 100th B-day but i’m late af lol.. 

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Never was there a tale of more woe than that of Juliet and her Romeo

Never was there a tale of more strife than that of Macbeth and his stabby knife

Never was there a tale of more sad than that of Hamlet and his spooky dad

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