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“Think of it as practising your precision control, my friend. Oh, and thank you kindly.”
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Why do my Tumblr doodles often end up taking up much more time than intended OTL? Now Erik sort of wants in into this pic, even though the composition is perfectly good as it is. Dammit.
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“I never thought that I’d be in a film like this, or any kind of superhero role. I’ve got red hair and freckles. I’m not gonna be Batman, I’m not gonna be Robin, I’m not gonna be Spiderman, you know what I mean? So the fact that they needed a red-haired freckled is amazing. And thank god.”
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Charles and Erik are at a swanky lounge in New York City enjoying their time away from the kids.
“We probably shouldn’t get too intoxicated. We don’t want to set a bad example for the kids.”
“Speak for yourself. I’m not the one who ran off in a drunken stupor to get tattooed.”
Tattoo located on Charles’ right butt cheek.
“No, but you are the one that stabbed two men because the bartender got your drink order wrong.”
“What’s your point? I would’ve done the same thing sober.”
“Erik, you’re absolutely impossible.”
“Drink up, Charles.”
They order another round.
Knock back a few shots.
Then top off their drinking binge with some expensive merlot.
(gifs not mine, all credit to their original creators)
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“Alright, something’s up. You’ve been walking around here like a zombie all day.”
“Well, I’ve been thinking. I, uh…I’m ready to lose my virginity. I’ve found that special someone, but I’m not exactly sure how to initiate the act of, well, you know…sexual intercourse. I don’t want to scare him away.”
“Yeah……in the future, I’d appreciate it if you just tell me to mind my own fucking business. But if you really want some good advice on that, I suggest you talk to Pop.”
[FYI: The kids call Erik “Dad,” and Charles “Pop”]
*Hank goes in search of Charles, and finds Erik rummaging around in the kitchen*
“Mmm, that’s good pie. Oh hey, Hank, I didn’t see you standing there. Is something troubling you? You have this sort of constipated look on your face.”
“It’s nothing, I’m fine. I just need to talk to Pop. Can you tell me where he is?”
“Why? I’m right here in front of you. You can talk to me.”
“Uh, no offense, Dad, but Pop is a lot easier to talk to.”
“Suit yourself. Charles is in the den.”
*Hank exits the kitchen and walks down the hall to the den, where he finds Charles*
“Pop, I need to talk to you about something very important, but I’m kind of embarrassed to actually talk about it.”
“Don’t be silly, Hank. You don’t have to be embarrassed. You can talk to me about anything. But if you prefer that I read your mind then I will.”
“Please do.”
“Alright. Just relax, and calm your mind.”
“Jesus, Hank. I know they say it’s the quiet ones you have to watch out for, but my god. That was absolutely—”
“Never mind what that was. Just give me a little warning next time.”
“So, what do you think I should do?”
“Don’t shy away from your feelings. In order to get what you want, you’ve got to be confident and assertive. Tell him exactly how you feel and what it is you want from him. I guarantee you’ll be rewarded for your honesty.”
“What have I got to lose?”
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