Imagine Hannibal Lector going down a slide and not once breaking eye contact w/ you.
I’m picturing a spiral slide, so he has to whip his head dramatically to keep eye contact
Charles dying in Erik’s arms never fails to make me bawl my eyes out no matter what universe it is
I hate everything
Stop calling out to eachother like this it’s breaking my heart
CHARLES. MAGNUS. CHARLES. MAGNUS
I wish someone would put a knife in my chest. It would hurt less than this.
maybe aliens don’t talk to us because we’re creepy. i mean we send them weird mix tapes and we keep trying to find out where they live
Aliens: Humans of Earth! We approach you with a message of peace! Let us convene a galactic summit so that we may ensure stability and prosperity between our worlds.
Us: haha and then what ;)