My rocket exploded -- what a surprise.

Alex Summers, 18. Junior.
Linebacker on the high school team.
Older bro to Scott "Scooter" Summers.
((X-Men: First Class High School AU))

June 8, 2014 8:01 am
kawahbunga:

theonlystefers:

hit her with the reverse card

SON

kawahbunga:

theonlystefers:

hit her with the reverse card

SON

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June 7, 2014 11:54 pm 11:54 pm

Too Much Could Be An Overdose

hpmccoy:

havokinthehallways:

"Always such a pleasure, McCoy. A ray of freakin’ sunshine." He laughed and it echoed in the entryway. 

"Hey, I hadn’t heard from you all day. You never know."  Even though he knows Hank is baiting him, he can’t help himself; he always loses this game. He always will. Shrugging, he crowds the taller’s space again. Sandalwood. Hank must’ve taken a shower very recently. Alex maybe wished he could have joined him. The brunet’s hair was dry, but the ends curled slightly, so it must have been an hour or so ago. Maybe after they were done he could convince the senior to take another one. 

Smiling at that thought, Alex scoffed lightly. “Like you’d have as much fun. Admit it. I wouldn’t be here if you weren’t so happy about our little…” The blond licked his lower lip. Sticking his thumbs in his belt loops, he stayed where he was, but leaned back. ”Nighttime rendezvous.”

Hank brings a sarcastic hand over his heart looking down at the blond with faux pride. “You used ‘rendezvous’ properly in a sentence. Your English teacher is going to be thrilled.” He shoves his fingers down into his pockets with a snicker, and stands his ground, staying still as Alex sways backwards.

"Please. I’m not you, remember?" The brunet taunts, only slightly offended. "I don’t wait until the last minute to cancel." Especially not when the stakes were so high. Adequate as these hook ups with Summers were (and he could even be persuaded to go so far as to call them ‘nice’), he definitely didn’t want to be put in a position where Alex would be able to do whatever he wanted with him. He liked it the other way around a whole lot better.

"Someone’s getting an ego." He notes indifferently, but there’s no denying the way his eyes follow the trail of tongue over Alex’ lips. "You’re acting like you’re my only option. It’s just convenient that you live so close, that’s all." Hank grins at Alex, something just shy of being predatory. "You know how I feel about waiting."

"I’ve been studying." Alex laughs. "Maybe I’ll even pick up a book outside of class." 

The blond quirks an eyebrow, raising his chin. Yeah, he saw that look. It only feeds his air of confidence. “I never said that. I’m just… your best option.” He grins again, then takes a step forward.

Alex really has no idea about Hank’s other options. If he has any at the moment. The senior liked to wind him up, hold the crank, and watch him squirm. Though he was used to the run-around, he couldn’t get himself to break the cycle. He really is a creature of habit.

With a snort, Alex cocks his head and crowds Hank’s space, barely pressed against him. “Like I said, impatient.”

June 5, 2014 8:01 am

spunkydads:

the problem with rich people is that i am not one

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12:11 am

fartgallery:

that person you just called a nerd? they are a giant nerd. you made a good call on that one

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June 3, 2014 8:01 am

leathermoth:

[SEDUCTIVELY REGRETS EXISTENCE]

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June 2, 2014 3:48 am May 30, 2014 9:34 pm

pansexualfacts:

Fact: Pansexuals are notoriously bad at baseball, due to the fact that they swing every way and are on all of the teams.

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9:33 pm

Too Much Could Be An Overdose

hpmccoy:

havokinthehallways:

The blond groans. “Damn it.” He looks at his wrist, only to check his phone instead when he realizes he left his watch at home in his hurry to get here. “Yeah, yeah, yeah. Fine.”

Whenever Alex has been late for their setup, he agreed to wear a t-shirt with bold lettering reading, “If Lost, Please Return to a Dumpster.” Hank thought it was hilarious, until Alex came up with his own for when the brunet was late coming back to his own place: “I’m Not as Smart as I Think I Am.”

Humiliations pending aside, Alex shrugs at him. “I’m here now.” His phone goes back in his pocket, and he stands as close as he dares to outside Hank’s house. Everything is still a “dirty little secret,” so there are rules about when Alex isn’t allowed to invade personal space. 

With a leer he leans in just over the acceptable range. “Shall we get started? You seemed pretty eager over text.”

"What, no hello?" He mocks, but steps back to let Alex in anyway, closing the door shut behind him. Hank scoffs, rolling his eyes for the sec one time in only a few minutes.

"Not so much eager as valuing punctuality. You’re the one who, for some stupid reason, thought we weren’t having FMF today." He takes a step closer, glancing down at Alex with a tilt of his head and a shrug of his shoulders. It had become part of the little dance they did around each other whenever they got together, a little game before the real fun would start. Decrease the distance between them, hover and tease, first one to touch lost. So far, he was the reigning champion, and he took a great pride in that. "Not that I couldn’t get by on my own if you hadn’t shown up."

It’s true, of course. But that didn’t mean he didn’t prefer the company.

"Always such a pleasure, McCoy. A ray of freakin’ sunshine." He laughed and it echoed in the entryway. 

"Hey, I hadn’t heard from you all day. You never know."  Even though he knows Hank is baiting him, he can’t help himself; he always loses this game. He always will. Shrugging, he crowds the taller’s space again. Sandalwood. Hank must’ve taken a shower very recently. Alex maybe wished he could have joined him. The brunet’s hair was dry, but the ends curled slightly, so it must have been an hour or so ago. Maybe after they were done he could convince the senior to take another one. 

Smiling at that thought, Alex scoffed lightly. “Like you’d have as much fun. Admit it. I wouldn’t be here if you weren’t so happy about our little…” The blond licked his lower lip. Sticking his thumbs in his belt loops, he stayed where he was, but leaned back. ”Nighttime rendezvous.”

8:01 am

trillow:

i like it when the sky looks like the world is going to end

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