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Update! I’ve posted this as a oneshot on AO3! Do feel free to read it here and let me know what you think of it! ;u; 

I CAN’T FIND IT ANYMORE but in this one interview, james offhandedly said “you never sent me postcards (from genosha)” to fassbender. i went on a spiral and started working on this… it’s a wip… i’ll try and get the completed thing on ao3 soon u3u

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No one’s ever hailed Erik as an art connoisseur, nor praised his eye for any type of stylistic workmanship. For flamboyance and extravagance, maybe, if he counts that one snipe remark Charles made during their many fights (he can’t even remember which one it had been anymore)—but nothing in this postcard screams ‘byproduct-of-rage-overreaction.‘ 

Definitely not. He’s hired the best artist on the island—a bright, albeit slightly too excitable, youth by the name Brad—to work on that very handmade postcard, after all. It was a good call; Brad had been profusely enthusiastic when Erik had first approached him.

“This could kickstart a profitable line of creative exports from Genosha in the long-term!” he gushed, flitting around as he turned everything he touched into paint of different viscosities and hues. “And for us to start off with something as easily marketed as postcards and prints… that is so smart of you, Mr. Lehnsherr!”

Personally, Erik thought it was so smart of Brad to extrapolate his selfish wishes into a much more productive economic plan for his personal-have-turned-micronation, but he never really said that out loud. Not because he thought Brad wasn’t actually smart, but because he’d rather like to keep his real intentions hidden.

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James McAvoy reveals X-Men: First Class Deleted Scene.

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we’re on our way home

we’re on our way home

we’re going home.

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Charles Xavier’s hair through the years

Yes I’m still salty

X-Men: First Class - A good kick off to this character, appropriate for the time and looks good as hell 8/10

X-Men: Days of Future Past- Not the best hair but is appropriate for the time, still a snacc tho. Good messy look. 6/10

X-Men: Apocalypse pt 1 - the Ultimate snacc, the superior hair cut 100/10

X-Men: Apocalypse pt 2 - Egg 1/10

BONUS:

X-Men: Dark Phoenix - Burn it. -40/10

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Tom Holland on working with Jake Gyllenhaal.

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I CAN’T FIND IT ANYMORE but in this one interview, james offhandedly said “you never sent me postcards (from genosha)” to fassbender. i went on a spiral and started working on this... it’s a wip... i’ll try and get the completed thing on ao3 soon u3u

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No one's ever hailed Erik as an art connoisseur, nor praised his eye for any type of stylistic workmanship. For flamboyance and extravagance, maybe, if he counts that one snipe remark Charles made during their many fights (he can't even remember which one it had been anymore)—but nothing in this postcard screams ‘byproduct-of-rage-overreaction.' 

Definitely not. He's hired the best artist on the island—a bright, albeit slightly too excitable, youth by the name Brad—to work on that very handmade postcard, after all. It was a good call; Brad had been profusely enthusiastic when Erik had first approached him.

"This could kickstart a profitable line of creative exports from Genosha in the long-term!" he gushed, flitting around as he turned everything he touched into paint of different viscosities and hues. "And for us to start off with something as easily marketed as postcards and prints... that is so smart of you, Mr. Lehnsherr!"

Personally, Erik thought it was so smart of Brad to extrapolate his selfish wishes into a much more productive economic plan for his personal-have-turned-micronation, but he never really said that out loud. Not because he thought Brad wasn't actually smart, but because he'd rather like to keep his real intentions hidden.

Erik traces the soft watercolour painting of one of Genosha's beaches with his pointer, the pale blue waves on its shores melting into dark blue depths closer to the horizon. Whitish-yellow cliffs cradle the beach, peacefully sunlit; it's the perfect picture of serenity. A sanctuary.

The hard surface of the high-grade card feels a little rough under Erik's fingertips, and the touch is almost wistful in nature, if he allowed himself to be that little bit more sentimental—but he isn't, and won't be. Because when he drops this in the sole mailbox they have down by the city square, it will be the tenth postcard he sends out to Charles with not so much as a hastily-written reply back. 

Beside him, a nib-pen lies innocently on his hardwood work table. The act of even picking it up again is so cheesy it becomes intimidating, yet Erik doesn't know what else he's supposed to do—can do. He needs—wants—to know, if only a little bit, despite fully realising the choice to leave had been his own and his alone. 

My old friend, Charles...

In all his previous letters, it had always just been 'Charles', and as his fingers trace out the inky curves of the 'S' Erik immediately regrets his decision, wishing he'd picked up a pencil instead. But what's done is done—this is his tenth postcard after all (Jesus, tenth, how pathetic). An extra word or two in the greetings wouldn’t harm anyone. 

Not much has happened in the last week since I last wrote to you...

"Oh, for fuck's sake," Erik mutters under his breath, throwing the pen aside. Can he sound any more desperate? He can’t even pretend months have passed since his last postcard. He knows Genosha isn't the most accessible place in the world (deliberately designed to be exactly the opposite, in fact), and mail originating from it is likely to be slow and infrequent. Likewise, no contact from or knowledge of the outside world has really reached his peripheries, so anything could be happening. An outbreak of cyclones, storms, the like. Charles being incredibly busy. Or Charles hiring someone to handle his mail who’s ordered to destroy any communication from a certain ‘Erik Lehnsherr’ upon sight. 

But it's not the affairs of the entire world that he's been sitting at the edge of his seat for—not at all. Several mere sentences, words even, from the world he knows and has always been strangely fond of; from Charles and his silly, posh school—that’s the desire that’s been keeping his hands occupied writing on flimsy little postcards. Sending the first felt like a diplomatic gesture—a peace offering, as one kingdom would present to another. The second, third and perhaps fourth postcards could all be classified as such: logistical necessity, to consolidate Genosha's self-contained peace, even in a roundabout way. 

But everything else after that? Erik couldn't deny it if he wanted to—they were all for Charles. 

At the moment, however, he's feeling quite hurt and angry at the realisation of events. He'd just messed up the lovely postcard Brad had painstakingly spent hours of manlabour on with his ill-chosen words, his fancy pen had just left a dark blue trail on his favourite white work shirt and the chances of Charles sending anything back to him is still slim to none.

There's a pinprick of pain behind his eyes that make his fingers twitch—tell-tales of rage surging in his chest, rattling the cans lined up along his bedroom shelf even when he bottles up the heat with a twisted mouth and furrowed brows. One can falls off its shelf--the metal nib of his pen shakes, rolling the tool onto its side—his fingers tremble, then clench—and then—

Nothing. Everything is still all of a sudden, Erik left panting as he slumps back into his creaking chair, left feeling drained and... resigned.

He picks up the pen and feels it in his every bone: resignation. There's no point in lying to himself: resignation is all he's truly felt ever since the day he'd left Charles.

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From a recent interview during promo tour in Beijing

I love how he tackles this kind of Fassavoy question

I like him when he’s angry…which is basically…He’s cute when he’s angry.

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Whole mouth of just the tongue?  ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

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FRIENDLY CHERIK REMINDER

THAT A MARVEL AU EXISTS WHERE CHARLES AND ERIK ARE A TORTOISE AND AN EAGLE RESPECTIVELY 

where erik is an eagle with a tragic past and charles is a bullied tortoise

and one day erik attacks his home and the other tortoises, but charles offers himself to erik in exchange of their lives

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A gap in Erik’s life is big

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thank you infinity saga. thank you avengers. i love you 3000!