Forever McFassy

icantbemewithoutyou-donna:

“It is a little bit of a mini-tragedy that Xavier and Magneto don’t, you know, have sex and become married and become best friends.”

"I phoned Michael within a half hour (of seeing it) saying, ‘Dude, you’ve got to see this movie really quick because you’re gonna be relieved. You’re gonna be able to go to the toilet again properly.’ We were worried man because sometimes these things are a nightmare to make and it’s well documented so there’s no point in hiding out but it turned out really good. I think we always thought it could either be really different and really brilliant or really bad and really different."

-James McAvoy

(Source: fassbendercohle, via fuckyesjamesmcavoy)

codenamecesare:

comicstvshows:

well you know, except the homicidal tendencies and genocides and plans to eradicate humanity. everything other than that. 


*sigh*

codenamecesare:

comicstvshows:

well you know, except the homicidal tendencies and genocides and plans to eradicate humanity. everything other than that. 

*sigh*

theletteraesc:

luciddrugs:

ikeracity:

ikeracity:

ammunition-and-anthropology:

Pierced Verse

Charles on the top

Wesley on the bottom

I’m dead

charles meets erik (or sees him from afar at a faculty meeting or something) and goes “OH NO HE’S HOT” and he really really likes this new straight-laced german professor who’s apparently jewish and seems to be the type to frown upon “rebellious tendencies” and “teenage acting out” like piercings and tattoos and charles really really wants to make a good impression so he takes out all his piercings and wears turtlenecks to cover up his tattoos and gets to know erik and they really get along well and everything is going perfectly until erik starts kissing him and then running a hand up his shirt and then charles panics and makes an excuse and hightails it out of there, leaving erik all confused about these mixed signals, and eventually erik somehow finds about his tattoos and piercings and says when they’re at his apartment, very flatly, “what. show me.” and so charles, swallowing his nervousness, takes off his shirt and erik sucks in a breath and charles is on the verge of apologizing — for what, he’s not really sure — but then erik says, his voice sort of strangled, “you are the sexiest thing I have ever seen” and then sEX

CRYING SOMEONE PLES THE CHARLES ONE IS SO HOT OMGSD

I really love the thought of this being a powered AU (and maybe Charles uses his abilities to block Erik’s perception of his tattoos), and Erik 1895% gets off on Charles’s nipple rings. 

ladyfayte:

A while ago I saw a post or maybe it was a comment where someone suggested a gifset with these scenes (I’d link to it to give proper ‘inspiration’ credit but I didn’t save it). So… yeah, I came up with this. Hopefully someone will enjoy these while I go into hiding. And if this inspires fanfic send me the links.

OH MY GOD

(Source: beauxtiful, via codenamecesare)

codenamecesare:

mcfassy-comm:

Daily Delicious!

6th February 2014

Original here. Posted by papercutperfect

Come join the McFassy fun on Livejournal!

(James photo credit: Unknown (If you know, let us know and we’ll add it!))
(Michael photo credit: Unknown (If you know, let us know and we’ll add it!))
(I found this set on Tumblr but can’t find it again to offer credit to the person who originally paired them together, so please let me know this too if you track it down.)

(Please do not remove the caption or image credit. Please and thank you.)

Us too, Erik. Us too.

Bruce’s Frank Sidebottom-inspired phone sex prank

(aka the mcfassy crossover that actually happened)

(Source: buhdumbumchh, via luninosity)

black—betty:

garnetquyen:

G.Q February 2014: Special Edition

I hope everyone still remembers Fassy being sexy in the GQ November issue’s “Driven”.

Here is something ikeracity, black—betty and I were planning to make since last year lol, but it’s been in my comp forever so I thought I should share: G.Q Magazine (articles and summaries by Ike and Betty :DDD)

OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD

THIS IS INCREDIBLE AND SO MUCH MORE THAN I EVER IMAGINED IT WOULD BE—- garnetquyen I AM IN AWE OF YOU. HOLY CRAP.

thedameloves:

widgenstain:

trobador:

Prompt 1: Charles is a nomad telepath, a gatherer of souls, driving around the wilderness looking for lost, bright minds to feed on. When he finds Erik, he realises some other telepath has encroached upon Charles’ territory and froze and burned Erik’s mind for purposes unknown. Charles doesn’t treat trespass lightly.

Prompt 2: Charles Xavier, geneticist and millionnaire, is on a road trip of self-pity and self-discovery after a bad divorce. He doesn’t think twice about letting a tired, handsome and trustworthy-looking stranger into his car. However, Charles soon realises that someone is following them. In fact, someone might want Erik dead.

I WILL GIVE MY FIRSTBORN TO WHOEVER FILLS THE FIRST PROMPT!!!

This sounds like some badass!Charles coming and I need it badly.

black—betty:

xmfc-art:

miiumao:

Eric x Charles by ~Umino-aka-Morskaya

Source

Charles is good at Chess. He is damn good at Chess. He is captain of the chess team in high school, studied Chess strategy in his spare time, champion of the varsity match against Cambridge good at Chess.
And yet—
"Check," Erik says, knocking Charles’ bishop over with an elegant flick of his wrist. Charles stares at the board and his rapidly diminishing pieces trying to map out where he went wrong.
"That’s trousers, Xavier." When Charles glances up at him Erik is smiling smugly over the rim of his glass of whiskey, taking a slow sip as his eyes trace a line down Charles’ chest to his waistband.
Charles’ huffs and gets to his feet and strips unceremoniously out of his trousers. He bends over to pick them up and takes vicious satisfaction in the way Erik chokes slightly on his drink, folds them savagely before settling back down, leaning forward to examine the board.
What had started off as a tease, and then a slow game of seduction has quickly turned into a bitter contest of honour, at least for Charles. He has given up on getting Erik down to his skin, blames the flash of his stupid attractive bare feet as the rational behind why he’s playing so poorly. 
He makes his play and then gestures at Erik to go. When Erik doesn’t move he looks up and frowns at the way Erik’s eyes are burning a path across his thighs where his shorts are clinging to muscle and the shadow of his cock beneath the thin material.
"Erik," he says, "your move."
"Hmmm?" Erik murmurs, eyes slowly returning to Charles’ face, "Sorry, what?"
Charles’ eyes narrow.
"You’re not even taking this seriously!" Erik laughs, and Charles feels his face burn in indignation, temper flaring.
"You—christ—you’re trouncing me and you’re not even trying??" 
Erik sobers suddenly and sets down his drink, his eyes focusing on Charles in a way that makes him shift, aware for the first time of the vulnerability of his bare skin.
"Charles," he says, smiling slowly and leaning forward, "if you think you could offer me a chance to get you out of your clothes, and I wouldn’t play the best game of my life," his hand reaches out and runs a gentle caress over his Queen. Charles swallows, mouth suddenly dry, "you are very much mistaken."
His eyes lower to the board and his smile widens, stretches across his face until all his teeth are on display. He moves his Queen.
"Checkmate."

black—betty:

xmfc-art:

miiumao:

Eric x Charles by ~Umino-aka-Morskaya

Source

Charles is good at Chess. He is damn good at Chess. He is captain of the chess team in high school, studied Chess strategy in his spare time, champion of the varsity match against Cambridge good at Chess.

And yet—

"Check," Erik says, knocking Charles’ bishop over with an elegant flick of his wrist. Charles stares at the board and his rapidly diminishing pieces trying to map out where he went wrong.

"That’s trousers, Xavier." When Charles glances up at him Erik is smiling smugly over the rim of his glass of whiskey, taking a slow sip as his eyes trace a line down Charles’ chest to his waistband.

Charles’ huffs and gets to his feet and strips unceremoniously out of his trousers. He bends over to pick them up and takes vicious satisfaction in the way Erik chokes slightly on his drink, folds them savagely before settling back down, leaning forward to examine the board.

What had started off as a tease, and then a slow game of seduction has quickly turned into a bitter contest of honour, at least for Charles. He has given up on getting Erik down to his skin, blames the flash of his stupid attractive bare feet as the rational behind why he’s playing so poorly. 

He makes his play and then gestures at Erik to go. When Erik doesn’t move he looks up and frowns at the way Erik’s eyes are burning a path across his thighs where his shorts are clinging to muscle and the shadow of his cock beneath the thin material.

"Erik," he says, "your move."

"Hmmm?" Erik murmurs, eyes slowly returning to Charles’ face, "Sorry, what?"

Charles’ eyes narrow.

"You’re not even taking this seriously!" Erik laughs, and Charles feels his face burn in indignation, temper flaring.

"You—christ—you’re trouncing me and you’re not even trying??" 

Erik sobers suddenly and sets down his drink, his eyes focusing on Charles in a way that makes him shift, aware for the first time of the vulnerability of his bare skin.

"Charles," he says, smiling slowly and leaning forward, "if you think you could offer me a chance to get you out of your clothes, and I wouldn’t play the best game of my life," his hand reaches out and runs a gentle caress over his Queen. Charles swallows, mouth suddenly dry, "you are very much mistaken."

His eyes lower to the board and his smile widens, stretches across his face until all his teeth are on display. He moves his Queen.

"Checkmate."

The Boss and His Precious Boy

kageillusionz:

Written for garnetquyen's birthday and for this prompt. I love you, son! Happy Birthday! :D :D :D If you haven’t already done so, twosteps-here and ikeracity have written ficlets for said prompt also c:


As Mr. Lehnsherr’s new boy, or really the Boss’s as he was now to call him, Charles was required to do several things: he was to attend all of his classes (which he does dutifully), he was to go home as soon as he’d finished studying at the library (which he also already does), and he was to wait there for when the Boss visited (which he does regardless, although the Boss has yet to actually visit).

Azazel, his newly appointed shadow, was nonchalant and blasé about the ordeal. He was directly in charge of taking care of Charles when the Boss couldn’t do it himself. And in a conversation held via signing much to Charles’ delight, Azazel was one of the best weapons in the Boss’s arsenal and Charles shouldn’t worry too much about the Boss. The Boss is, after all, a busy man and prone to disappearing for weeks on end without notice.

Busy with what Azazel wouldn’t, or possibly couldn’t, say.

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luninosity:

codenamecesare:

helens78:

I’ve been mesmerized by this for a good ten minutes XD

Can’t help thinking, yeah, if you’re hung like that, you probably need to develop a sort of legs-akimbo hip-intensive run to keep from doing yourself harm…

The ballet training helps perhaps?

(Source: mcavoys)