that day he learned that he didn’t even know how to kill himself. without even trying, his body grew lighter, his bones grew soft, he almost bounced off the pavement. he almost laughed instead of crying when he realized he wasn’t even hurt. and strangely, he was glad to still be alive.
can we just talk about this badass motherfucker darwin right here
protecting his friends with his invincible arms of invincibility and ready to fight off the scary and powerful bad guys
clearly he was just too awesome to live >:C fuck you hollywood
endless list of Marvel ships: Angel and Raven, X-men: First Class
I’d rather a bunch of guys stare at me with my clothes off than the way these guys stare at me.
At us.
omfg this is actually the most common ship on the angel salvadore tag
praise the femslash goddesses
A River in Winter
It is late November and sleet raps daily against the hospital window. All around him, through the walls and down endless corridors, it robs sleep from the other patients in his ward. But he has long tired of their dreams, and he has nearly died of his own.
Moira is his only visitor. For weeks she has handed him books just out of his reach and she sits at the side of his bed keeping their secrets. Her pity is easiest to look at, and she is the only one he allows. The rest he has barred, though he knows the nursing staff and handful of security will be no obstacle for the two now furthest from him. If they find out, there will be nowhere for him to hide.
But they don’t find out.
And they don’t come.
oh gods oh gods what i don’t know what i’m feeling that- wow
um
angry!charles fic is very, very good
So cute!
The look of love - that was never programmed - that was a secret, that David 8 kept just for himself and for the brilliant geneticist whose life’s work was in reconstructing Old Earth’s flora and fauna, and who had had an early and encouraging success in restoring lilies.
