be careful when you fight the monsters
Yesterday, I ate a pomegranate
with my bare hands.
One of the seeds
had a perfect
wound, spitting red juice
up my arm.

For a moment,
I could understand
the grace in monsters.
Benjamin Clime, Pomegranate I. (via spiderjerusalems)
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Michael Fassbender on set of X-Men: Days Of Future Past [x]

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#d... darling...


“Mmm. I hear Germany has smashing beer.”

Charles grins lazily, turning his head to press a kiss to the side of Erik’s neck. Idle fingertips play over Erik’s arm, weaving curled patterns.

“Paris is also beautiful this time of year. Know how to throw a party, the French.”

A part of him wonders if they’ll actually go. A part of him knows they won’t.

Erik takes the hand that tickles the skin of his arm in his own hand, moving it up to his lips. He kisses the tip of each finger; he’d wash Charles’ feet if he could feel them. But he can’t. Numb below the back, numbness made of modern steel, modern war.

That’s what hurt Erik the most. His betrayal had been so… human. With an instrument that men had been using for years, flinging at each other in a desperate frenzy, hoping that this little (god it was such a little thing, it could fit in the palm of your hand) cylinder would find flesh or bone or nerve and rend it, use it to kill your enemies, your brothers, your species. Animals fight with teeth and claw and then find a quiet place to die.

Bullets are teeth, bombs are claws. You eat each other whole for just a little more land to become a graveyard.

Erik bites the tip of a knuckle, the pinky finger, just enough for a little sting.

"I’ll take you if you want to go," he whispers. "I’d take you anywhere you wanted."

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Title: Beautiful Boyz
Artist: Cocorosie&Antony Hegarty
Plays: 99

all those beautiful boyz
pimps and queens and criminal queers
all those beautiful boyz
tattoos of ships and tattoos of tears


It had been a joke. A poor one. One that hadn’t stood a chance in going over well with Erik, but Charles had done it anyway. Because in a way, he was tired of fighting. Of looking back on beaches and Cuba through aching nightmares. He was tired of Erik’s regret and tired of feeling despair over things that couldn’t be changed.

He easily pushes and glides to Erik’s side of the tub, settling in, chest-to-back, like a well-made puzzle piece, stretching out until his head was cradled between Erik’s neck and shoulder and his hand was freely running up and down the outside of Erik’s thigh.

“Did you have anywhere in mind?”

The motion of his arm as it welcomed Charles against him seemed almost mechanical, programmed to do so. It settled protectively over Charles’ chest as he readjusted himself to be more comfortable. Erik wasn’t sure what he was meant to be protecting Charles from. Stray bullets? Himself?

Erik didn’t dwell on it, pushed it aside.

"Paris. Prague." He paused. "Germany. Somewhere else, I suppose."

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“I’m a telepath, not a soothsayer.” Charles chuckles in return, giving Erik’s leg one last squeeze before pulling away to study the man across from him. 

“I’m thinking about how much more comfortable I would probably be over there. Leaning against you, rather than this porcelain.”

Charles’s smile widens as the rest of his thoughts go unspoken. Your hands in my hair. Your breath on the back of my neck. Your warmth on my back. Your discomfort and guilt behind me where I can’t see it.

"So move. Your arms still work fine."

It was rude, but the prickle of that last lingering thought had made Erik bristle somewhat. His own thoughts flashed only briefly to the deafening sounds of the beach, visuals curiously absent. Then they swirled elsewhere, the previous memory disappearing like water down a drain.

"I was thinking about going somewhere for a bit. With you."

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Because I think that’s what love is- everything but children’s love, anyway - loving the wounds we give each other, and that we can’t help giving each other; you can’t stay alive if you don’t hurt people.
J.R. SalamancaLilith
05-20-13 5
Title: God Only Knows
Artist: The Beach Boys
Plays: 1237

If you should ever leave me

Though life would still go on believe me

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Charles lets himself sink , until only his nose is just above the surface of the water, blue eyes watching Erik’s movements to join him. He’s sure that their legs are awkwardly tangled between them, overlapped and messy, though he’s blind and numb to it. He reaches under the water anyway, finding the underside of Erik’s calf, fingernails lightly scraping upward.

“I admittedly hadn’t had you in mind when I was having this installed. Meant for a single paraplegic, actually.” Harsh words for a man trying to tickle Erik Lehnsherr at the moment he spoke.

The muscles in Erik’s calf twitch but his face doesn’t show it, too practiced at ignoring sensations in his extremities. Willful paralysis.

"Poor foresight on your part."

He lets his head loll back to rest on the ridge of the cold porcelain of the tub. A low noise of satisfaction and comfort rumbled in this throat.

"What are you thinking about?"

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