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bryhaven · 1 year
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Top 10 Films
Thank you for the tag, @onigiri-dorkk! I've been tagged in a number of challenge posts, and I will try to get to them soon ahah 😅
This was supposed to be a discussion of films but then again, I managed to find AOT/SNK and RivaMika parallels while going through this list 😂
This challenge has been fun and it was hard to pick only 10, let alone rank them! But for the sake of the game, I tried 😌
10. The King and I (1999)
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A musical animated adaptation of a Siamese (now called Thai) King who hires an English schoolteacher to have his country learn western modern ways. It was very amusing and enjoyable that the villain and accomplice here are written as comedic. And the added young love story between the crown prince and the servant girl is endearing. And I'm actually fond of forbidden love tropes ahaha. Plus the musical scenes are fun and brilliant! A great family movie! 🥰
9. Troy (2004)
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A story focusing on the Trojan war and the heroes in it. I've always enjoyed historical and legend-type movies as they give a glimpse of life in ancient times. I appreciate Achilles (Brad Pitt) and Hector (Eric Bana) in the movie so much that I included them in my AMV tribute to heroes and legends. The Iliad, which is the battle between Achilles and Hector, is one of my favorite legendary fights. Plus one of Achilles' last scenes and the line, "You gave me peace, in a lifetime of war." is so heartwarming. And now that I think of it, it's something that Levi could say to a certain special someone during post-war. 😏
8. Unknown (2011)
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An action-thriller revolving around seeking the truth, hence the title. Liam Neeson always delivers when it comes to action and suspense-filled scenes (plus he is the namesake of my Ackerchild OC 😌). The story progression will keep you on the edge of your seat and leave you wondering until the plot twist turns into an answer with a shocking revelation. His character is also badass, brooding, and serious, while also suffering from injury and trauma. Reminds me too much of a certain someone in SnK. 😄 Plus the way that the two main characters develop from reluctantly working together to understanding and caring for each other is just *screams in RivaMika vibes*
7. Brother Bear (2003)
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A story about literally walking in another's footsteps to learn a valuable lesson by seeing the other's point of view. It showcases brotherly and familial love in a lighthearted adventure. Watching the movie has a significant and special meaning to me for personal reasons. The plot twist is absolutely heart-wrenching and beautifully executed. Plus the original soundtracks gave me chills, were perfect for each and every exhilarating scene, and hold the rare honor of making me cry. 😭
6. Taken (2008)
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Another one of Liam Neeson's action-packed movies. This revolves around the rescue of his character's daughter from human trafficking. As always, his character is badass, brooding, and serious. Some daddy issues, wherein his character struggles with fatherhood to a growing teenage girl. Fatherly love 💖 and gotta love the brilliance of how he tracks down his daughter and saves her. His style and strategies blew my mind, it's amazing! Plus that line in the GIF is iconic!
5. Entrapment (1999)
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A story of two thieves, skillful in their own ways, working together to steal an ancient artifact. I love how they came up with brilliant spy-like strategies and synced together to accomplish the task. Recollecting this reminded me as well of @chaosisbeauty23's "Are you in?" two-shot spy story. It gave me similar vibes. Sean Connery's character trained Catherine Zeta-Jones' character, they had trust issues and conflicts, and they grew close through the duration of the preparation until they eventually got to trust each other enough to continue working together. Plus the age difference! Rings a bell? *screams again in RivaMika vibes*
4. Kiss of the Dragon (2001)
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A story of a cop helping to crack a major drug ring and ending up having to save a prostitute and her daughter to ultimately resolve it. I guess I have always been fond of unexpectedly-working-together and damsel-in-distress tropes, and this movie has two of those tropes in it! 😂 Recollecting this reminded me of @nuri148's "Not a Pirate" where Mikasa has a child. I love the chemistry between Jet Li and Bridget Fonda here, you can feel the tension and awkwardness ahaha. Plus the height difference! *screams again and again in RivaMika vibes* ghad seriously why am I associating these films I watched years ago with the current RM fics I've read bahaha 😂😅
3. Con Air (1997)
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A story of an ex-convict trying to get home to his family after he's been finally freed. I always go soft whenever strong, badass, brooding guys show tenderness and affection with regard to their families or the people they care for. Levi Ackerman as a father, anyone? 😌 This story hits with both the action and the feels. Plus the "How do I live without you?" performed by Trisha Yearwood is just *chef's kiss*
2. Brave (2012)
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A story of a princess struggling with life as a royal and trying to find her own path. Merida is my favorite Disney princess and I find her relatable in ways. I enjoyed the adventurous-type songs here as well. I absolutely love her unconventional and strong character which deviates from the typical dainty and girly princesses. She's spirited, stubborn, and won't take any BS 😂 Plus she's great with a sword!
1. The One (2001)
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And finally at the top 1 spot is coincidentally "The One" released in 2001 bahaha 😂 another one of Jet Li's action-packed movies which I love. And there are two Jet Lis in here ahaha. The story revolves around Yulaw (Jet Li) traveling across the multiverse hunting down and killing all his counterparts or other selves until only two of them are left. With each counterpart killed in every universe, the energy and power get divided between the remaining surviving counterparts resulting in them having increased strength, intelligence, and speed. I've mentioned this in a post before that this is similar to how Levi's and Mikasa's superhuman powers came to be.
I absolutely love the plot and story progression in this sci-fi setup, which makes you wonder, what if we actually have alternate personas in other universes (and we just don't know about it because there are people who make sure that we don't know in order to ensure peace and balance)? Plus Jason Statham's character as an ally here was unexpectedly funny!
I also appreciate the romance factor in the movie in the sense that, it is shown as trust, comfort, and care. Doesn't need to have all the kissy scenes or so to show genuine love. And one of Jet Li's character's lines about his love here is just 💖
Jet Li always delivers as well when it comes to action and suspense-filled scenes. Plus just look at the parallels below (The One vs AOT S3):
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Using a dead person as a shield then obliterates everyone afterward.
Jet Li's characters in movies are usually brooding, badass, serious, and aloof from people. Plus he is charmingly handsome and rather short in stature IRL too! Yep, Jet Li is a real-life Levi Ackerman 🤣😌
I swear I watched all of these way before I even encountered Attack on Titan. I didn't mean for this to be too long and to include much RivaMika and AOT, but it was fun recollecting the movies and then associating them with my brain rot 😂
Now that I have this list, I realize I tend to gravitate towards action movies and familial ones. Plus most of these movies have that one badass, brooding, serious guy who is insanely skilled and strong, and has a reputation but also soft for their loved ones. Geez I already have a type way before Levi Ackerman bahaha 😂🥰😌
None of these movies are focused on romance but the couple GIFs are intentional bahaha 😏
Tagging: No one, no pressure. 😅
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the-underworld-aes · 1 year
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Thoughts on Once Upon A Time In Hollywood
I did watch it once before like early 2020, but I also just moved and I was so preoccupied that I couldn't pay attention to the movie at all (I think I was looking at job hunting sites?) so I finally sat down and watched it the other night.
I liked it! I really did! I know movies that take place in older Hollywood are usually big ego stroking events for industry folks but like.... I really like the 1960′s setting so shoot me I guess.
Problems I had with the movie:
THE FEET! I’m big into Quentin Tarantino movies and I’m kinda numb to the feet scenes now, but I just wanna know why SHARON TATE had dirty feet when she was wearing boots and took them off in the movie theater?? Why you assuming Sharon Tate walked around with dirty feet all the time, Quentin?? Weird little freak I will usurp you one day...
The Bruce Lee scene. Eeeehhh yeah I see why it kind of had some controversy when the film came out. Obviously I never knew the guy so idk if he was Like That when chilling on set or not, but he did come off as a pretentious douche that gets his butt kicked in by the made up OC for the story, so like, that sucks. The other scenes where he shows up like, showing Sharon martial arts moves were nice tho, but they were small.
Leonardo DiCaprio. This is mostly a joke, tbh. I can’t stand this guy and his fear of women over 25. And I wanna throw a brick at his car lmaooo
The Ending. Not really much of a problem but I can’t help but feel weird about it? Like the made up OC’s for the movie actually beat the Manson Family and Sharon Tate and all surviving? I can’t say much cause apparently Sharon’s surviving family loved the movie so I guess to some it’s probably cathartic thinking of someone you loved living a happy life in some alt timeline. It didnt ruin it for me though, like I said I mostly just felt weird.
Things I liked about the movie:
Rick Dalton and Cliff Booth. I liked their dynamic a lot. Even though I have issues with Leo DiCaprio, I was able to look past that and see the character more (I guess that’s supposed to be the goal for an actor anyways right?). Rick being an aging star thats being faced with his career kinda flat lining actually made me feel bad for the guy, like that part when he couldn't remember his lines kinda hurt, and he when he started relating too much to that book he was reading and started crying in front of the little girl, while kinda funny was also pretty sad. As for Cliff, I got no beef with Brad Pitt (as far as I know), so I was able to wholly enjoy him, while Rick is crying all the time, Cliff’s just chilling, trying to get any crumbs that are thrown his way. Also damn do stuntmen usually not live so good? I figured their paychecks gotta be FAT but he looked like he was scraping by....idk I guess that’s something I gotta research myself. The parts with the hippie chick (Pussycat??) were kinda ehhh....since it’s implied she’s under the age of 18, but at least he turned her down after she failed to present I.D. So it could have been worse :/ As for the dead wife part, idk looks like they had a bad relationship so I don’t think he’s THAT scary for probably being the reason. We love a dude with a shady past.
Their friendship. That line “more than a brother, less than a wife” was REALLLYY good. That’s all I gotta say about that. We love friendships written like that. :) Didn't like the part were it implied after Rick got married he needed to drop Cliff, but after all that in the ending, looks like he’s not gonna let go of him anytime soon lol.
Not showing too much of Roman Polanski. Issues with Leo aside, while I would throw a brick at the mans car, it’s nowhere near as bad as the stuff I’d do if that little POS was in the same vicinity as me. I know how you treated your wife, you monster. I know how you were with young girls, ROMAN! So, yeah the less of him the better.
The weird storytelling. I liked how the narrative would be like, normal movie setup, but then cut to someone narrating something about the events going on, or go into the movies/shows that were being filmed.... I don’t know movie terms that much am I explaining this okay? Anyways, storytelling was cool.
BRANDY!!!! PUPPY!!! PUPPYYYY!!! GOOD GIRL!!! BABY TIME!!! PUPPYDOG CITY PUPPY DOG TOWN I WANNA GO I WANNA GOOOO!!! GOODEST GIRL!!! That is all.
The music/radio ads, faux movie posters. Idk I just like 60′s music, and have a big ole soft spot of old advertising. Really did a good job emulating the old movie posters back then with them being painted like that. Really can tell QT was a spaghetti western fanatic.
The portrayal of the Manson Family. Weird gross freaks. Living in filth and all. Despite how weird I feel about the ending, it was cathartic seeing them getting them getting dropped. I have no respect for these people and wish it happened IRL.
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Also what was this part?? No issues with it, it was just awkward, I think it was supposed to be anyways. It was funny honestly, he looked like his soul was imploding ajdksk.
Bonus: Boy it sure was surreal hearing Al Pacino say my name in the beginning of the movie. I’m sure if I was one of em Pacino Girlies I woulda went nuts, but it was just like “HUH?? WHATTAYA WANT GRANDPA???”
Alright, that’s all :3
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tell me about the women you invented 🎤
I FORHOT ABOUT THIS HALP!! hold on i only have old sometimes semi inaccurate refs bc all my good ones were lost in the fire (read when my phone was stolen) (more under cut, these r the only ones i have pics of atm but theres more women) (i swear) (also asid only cuz im in asid Mood) so
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here is my sweetest princess in all the land Abi(ah) Nimr ! shes the main character one could say of And Simon Is Dead, a curious new adult trying to discover who she is with the people shes been told are who friends after suffering amnesia ! she can control liquids, aka not limited to water, and can act as a dowsing rod as well to find it :] shes rather soft spoken and probably the most mild mannered out of the main four, but she wont take shit and she especially wont let anyone give it to ppl she cares about! her bday is nov 1st, shes bi, her favorite color is black, her favorite food is chicken samosas by someone that she just cant remember, and shes been sadako from ringu for 6 non consecutive halloweens
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riz ahmed-doyle ! not quite a woman but moreso than not, they're an orphaned fairy kid who can barely remember their father, especially post amnesiac incident, and occasionally spores sprojt from their head but like it's no biggie. head of three athletic clubs at their old school, and an active member of even more, they dont really see it necessary to wear anything but loose tanks and above the knee shorts. standing over 6 feet tall when not leaning into their friends (which is frequent), riz is very touchy and bonds with others like nothing else, their loud and carefree spirit attracting people like bugs to a light, even with dragonfly wings jetting out from their back. their bday is may 1st, their favorite sport is soccer, they want to take up cooking soon, and theyre so durable itd put a tardigrade to shame
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eileen doyle, selkie extraordinaire who ran away from home at a very young age, leaving her seal skin in the only hands she could trust, that of her then baby brother. the pair reunited in her new home when he was old enough to figure out how to lie his way on a plane, and the two are inseperable. while working in HQ, she met young riz ahmed and when the kid got attached to her after losing their father, she took them in 'temporarily' until they found a more permanent family, which has lasted the past oh decade or so. being terrekinetic, one of her favorite hobbies is rolling dirt up like snowballs and launching them into peoples faces from a distance and holding back her laughter when they get worms in their mouth. her bday is march 17th, she has since sewn her cloak into a badass cardigan for her little brother, she enjoys making horrible food, and wont turn her nose up a nice drink while you're at it
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kira(bo) nimr, older cousin of abi and longtime sufferer of her family's actions, from minor to murderous. originally a very powerful mageic user, she accidentally was drained of nearly all of it in order to save her brothers life, before being separated from him for a decade and left on her own in the pacific northwest. she found herself and her way home of the spanse of many years, rising the ranks in the HQ despite her lack of abilities besides a Nya here and there. a very competent office and at times field worker, she still finds her stomach in knots around kind women and doesnt know if she can even forgive her mother. her bday is dec 1st, her defining verb is headstrong, shes been taking adult karate lessons at the age of 24, and had an extensive avril lavigne phase to where she relearned french (pictured)
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picture is rather out of date but one of my longest time ocs, morimoto natsuko is her name, 'california girls, we're diabolical' is her game. people often think the mouth coming from the back of her head is likely her closest friend, but her and helena have certainly seen better days. where she prefers american football, her long tongued symbiote likes a young brad pitt, despite only sharing ears, thoughts, and a stomach with her ever patient host. natsuko is known campus wide for winning a hotdog eating contest against the bottomless pit that is helena, and once had an all night rager with riz's basketball team that ended up with everybody in a dungeon on campus that was sealed by concrete in '72 with no cell signal. her bday is, as she says, 'blowin in the wind', her hobbies include making her best friend beau feel small, she can be technicality sing all of american pie in one breath, and she tells everyone who will listen every year for a decade shes never seen snow (liar)
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less heroically inclined than some of our other friends here, maria would like to eat you for brunch and whine how hungry she still is. she has split custody with her boy best friends hellcat, her highschool superlative was hellcat, and she was valedictorian with a solid 2.3 gpa. her wings are too small to allow flight, but that wont stop her from trying and beating your ass with them on (mostly) accident after you buy her a couple drinks at the bar before she goes home to her girlfriend. her bday is whenever she thinks is funniest and will be most inconvient for you, she owns her own horn decoration business, her own bus centered uber style rideshare company, and your wallet.
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more tatted than your dad and probably smells more, amiriah takes the stage! not quite a siren, not quite a demon, shes all cold blooded hatred and salt water. she secretly has a soft spot for feline creatures, and literally melts when they run from her due to, yknow, the whole, being water thing. marias girlfriend she runs home to after escapades, that shes tried to become a giant beer spirit for more than once (never successful). her bday is none of your business, earhaver, she enjoys nothing except jailtime (we have to assume), her girlfriends boy best friends cat, and poking at her own organs like slim goodbody.
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knives-out20 · 3 years
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Magnetic Push - Erik Lehnsherr x Male!OC - Part 1
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Fandom: X-Men: Days Of Future Past (2014)
Pairing: Karmel Rosenstein (OC) x Erik Lehnsherr
Warnings: Swearing, Spoilers for Days Of Future Past, Magnetic Pull spoilers,
Notes: Hi! Welcome to the sequel of Magnetic Pull, titled ‘Magnetic Push’, it is advised you DO NOT READ this if you have NOT finished Magnetic Pull. But that is an obvious given. Grimm, as you all may remember, is an OC of mine. Enjoy!
Logan and Hank sat in front of Charles' desk in his office.
Charles bent over sluggishly, looking at Logan under a big desk lamp. "So, you're saying...that they took Raven's power, and, what? They weaponized it?"
"Yep." Logan nodded.
"She is unique" Hank commented.
"Yea, she is, Hank" Charles agreed, standing up properly.
"In the beginning, Sentinels were just targeting mutants. Then they began to identify the genetics in non-mutants, who would eventually have mutant children, and grandchildren" Logan explained, watching Charles walk over to sit on a big couch at the side of the room. "Many of the humans tried to help us, but it was a slaughter. Leaving only the worst of humanity in charge. I've been in a lot of wars...I've never seen anything like this. And it all starts with her."
"Now, let's just say that, for the sake of...the sake, that I- I choose to believe you, that I choose to help you, Raven won't listen to me" Charles sighed, smiling sadly. "Her soul belongs to someone else, now. Hers isn't the only one."
"I know" Logan admitted, standing up. "That's why we're gonna need Magneto, too. And Climber."
Hank looked up, as if he hadn't heard those names in ages. "Erik? A-And Karmel? You do know where they are?"
"Yea."
Charles grinned in disbelief, laughing to himself. "Could you give me that one more time, please?" He rhetorically asked.
"You heard me" Logan replied, promptly standing his ground.
Charles continued to laugh as he stood up. "He's where he belongs. Him and Karmel both" he told, facial expression rapidly changing to one of disdain as he passed by Logan.
"Well, that's it? You're just gonna walk out?"
"Ooh, top marks" Charles raised his eyebrows, sassing Logan. "Like I said, you are perceptive" he pointed at Logan, walking backwards towards the staircase.
"The Professor I know would never turn his back on someone who lost their path" Hank noted, watching Charles walk away. "Especially someone he loved."
Charles stopped at the foot of the stairs. He took a step back, then one more before speaking again. "You know...I think I do remember you now" Charles said, walking back over to Logan. "Yea. Tall, angry fellow with the contentious hair. We came to you a long time ago, Erik, Karmel, and I, seeking your help. And I'm gonna say to you, what you said to us then..." he leaned in, getting right up in Logan's face. "'Go fuck yourself'."
"Listen to me, you little shit" Logan growled, grabbing Charles' shirt. "I've come a long way, and I've watched a lot of people die. Good people. Friends. If you're gonna wallow in self-pity and do nothing, then you're gonna watch the same thing, you understand?"
Charles searched Logan's eyes, confused at the audacity this man had.
Logan let go of Charles.
"We all have to die sometime" Charles walked away, for real this time.
"I told you there was no professor here" Hank reminded.
"What the hell happened to him?" Logan asked, turning around.
"He lost everything. Erik, Karmel, Raven, his legs" Hank sighed. "We built the school, the labs, this whole place, then, just after the first semester, the war in Vietnam got worse. Many of the teachers and older students were drafted. It broke him. He retreated into himself, I...I wanted to help, do something, so I designed a serum to treat his spine, derived from the same formula that helps me control my mutation" he shook his head. "I take just enough to keep myself balanced, but...he takes too much. I tried easing him back, as did Grimm, but he just couldn't bear the pain. The voices. Grimm tried countless times to- to help Charles, to slow him down to the dosage I take, but like I said, Charles, he...couldn't be helped."
"Grimm, uh...blue-haired guy, talks to and controls the dead?" Logan arched a brow.
"Yea. Grimm didn't want to waste away trying to help someone who couldn't be helped, so, he broke it off with Charles, and thus, Charles lost him. The treatment gives Charles his legs, but it's not enough. He's...He's just lost too much" Hank concluded.
Charles lay on his bed, eyes shining on the brink of tears. He looked over at his bedside table, specifically at a framed photo of Raven. Charles' chest went up and down with his restrained breathing, thinking back to the first time Raven and him met, as kids. His vision glided over the photo of Raven, to a tie. Not any tie of his own, or Hank's, but...an old friend's tie. 
Karmel's tie. He had forgotten it at the X-Mansion back when he resided in it, and Charles kept it with the underlying hope of seeing Karmel again and returning it to him.
Charles knew how much Karmel's ties meant to him, and why they meant to much to him; all of Karmel's ties belonged to his father. He groaned softy, thinking back to when he first met Karmel.
"Uh, Karmel" Karmel repeated, outstretching his hand, "Karmel Rosenstein."
"Charles Xavier. Friend of Moira's?"
Karmel shrugged.
"Acquaintances, actually? Mutual friend" Charles corrected.
Karmel furrowed his eyebrows. "Yea...How did you- never mind- you?"
"Very recently acquainted. She brought me here to meet you."
Karmel's eyes went wide. "Uh- w-why? Why'd you need to meet me? What's happening? Moira, I- I don't like boys, but it's fine if you do Charles, but I-"
Moira raised a hand, putting back the book she was holding and cutting Karmel short. "I didn't bring Charles here to set him up with you, I know you like girls. I brought him here because I feel that you both have something in common."
"An obvious interest in girls?" Karmel insisted, hands on his hips.
Charles held back a chuckle. He knew Karmel had been locked up in Erik's heart for the past ten years or so- and vice versa. Charles thought that surely, today, Karmel was more embracing of his sexuality than he had been back then, when he used to live in fear of it.
"Karmel, Karmel-" Charles called, putting a hand on Karmel's shoulder. "It's okay."
Karmel slowly dropped his hands, raising an eyebrow. His vine art of Erik grew purple flowers, which bloomed quickly. Karmel's breath hitched at that.
"It's okay now, remember? I know, you know, we both know here. And I'm a hundred percent okay with what I know. As of our quick trip to Russia, so are you. It's okay, you're safe here. You can be who you truly are."
Karmel took slow, deep breaths, nodding. "Yea, I- I just...I guess I'm gonna forget sometimes, that it's okay. But it's hard to forget that on a scale of one to ten, he's a certified twenty. I'm...I love Erik, man."
"Which is okay" Charles cracked a comforting smile. "I'll be around to remind you. It's a slow process."
Charles could still vividly remember the way Karmel's vines looped around the wall of the mansion to form Erik's face, the pure detail of it all- Karmel had Erik's entire being memorized. He moaned in annoyance, getting out of bed and passing right by the tie and framed photo.
Back downstairs, Hank was organizing the study while Logan tried thinking of what to do next.
"I'll help you get her" Charles stood right outside the study. "Not for any of your future shite, but for her."
"Fair enough" Logan quickly replied.
"But I'll tell you this, you don't know Erik, and you definitely don’t know Karmel. No one knows them like they know each other. Karmel follows in Erik’s footsteps, his pain and anger pushing him to go faster and faster. Erik, that man is a monster, a murderer. You think you can convince Raven to change? To come home? That's splendid. But what makes you think you can change him?" Charles scowled.
"Because you and Erik sent me back here, together."
Charles stared deep into Logan's eyes, determined. "And- And what about Karmel, huh?"
"Listen, Professor. What Karmel does or doesn't do in the future isn't important. What's important is that we can change Erik, and that means him, too. Y'just gotta believe me."
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"The room they're holding Erik and Karmel in was built during the Second World War, when there was a shortage of steel. So the foundation is pure concrete and sand. No metal. The walls are too thick for Karmel to grow vines out of, and the glass ceiling, he isn't strong enough to break his vines through" Hank described.
"They're being held a hundred floors beneath the most heavily-guarded building on the planet" Charles added, the three men looking over an aerial map of the Pentagon.
"Why are they in there?" Logan inquired.
Charles looked up at Hank, then over at Logan. "What, Erik forgot to mention?" He snickered.
"Uh, JFK" Hank timidly answered.
"...They killed-" Charles cut Logan off.
"What else explains a bullet miraculously curving through the air? At the perfect level from around some trees? Erik's always had a way with guns, and Karmel's always had a way, for the way Erik has a way with guns" Charles chuckled.
"Or just, Karmel's always had a way with Erik" Hank shortened what Charles said, down to its bare minimum.
"Are you sure you want to carry on with this?"
"This is your plan, not mine" Logan reminded.
"We don't have any resources to get us in" Hank complained, Charles chiming in by chirping "or out. It's just me and Hank."
"I knew a guy. Yea, he'd be a young man now. Grew up outside of DC" Logan giggled, shaking his head. "He could get into anywhere, I just don't know how the hell we're gonna find him."
Hank tore his gaze from Logan, to Charles. "Is Cerebro out of the question?" He whispered, Charles silently hanging his head as an answer.
"If only you guys had internet."
Charles looked up at Logan, eyebrows raised in interest.
"What's 'internet'?" Hank furrowed his eyebrows.
Logan sighed, shifting where he stood and turning back down to the map.
"We have a phone book" Hank then suggested.
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mischief and chaos series :: minka + chapter titles (1/?)
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cursebreakerfarrier · 2 years
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13 and 17 from the headcanon asks for Teddy, Lyra, Poppy, and Jasper, please?
13.) Nicknames headcanon
TEDDY: Although nobody ever calls him by this name, he likes the nickname Artie and at one point considered going by it
LYRA: Her uncle Elliott has called her Ra-Ra from a very young age and she absolutely hates it but doesn’t have the heart to tell that to him
POPPY: Her mother and father call her Little Flower
JASPER: During his younger years, everyone on his sports teams called Jasper ‘King J’ because more often than not he contributes massively to winning the game
17.) Soft spot headcanon
TEDDY: Teddy eventually gains a soft spot for magical creatures (but only the smaller ones) and it was helped by Galen, who had noticed Teddy’s apprehension around ALL creatures
LYRA: She has a massive soft spot for puppies and begged her father every day for three solid months to buy her one when she was seven years old. Unfortunately he never gave in
POPPY: Her first major soft spot was for Brad Pitt and she was embarrassed to finally admit her love for him and his films. Although she always has a crush on him, she loves Benedict more
JASPER: He has a soft spot for sweets. Any sweets. ALL THE SWEETS.
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sakuwriteshere · 4 years
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The Apple pie in my Life - Prologue
Summary: What happened between two best friends when someone messes with their lives? Can the past changes the future or can the future changes the past?
Pairing: Dean Winchester x Female!Reader
Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Female!Reader, Amanda Heckerling, Alex (OC)
Words count: 2243
Warnings: Angst (slight, I think?), a bit of fluff, heartbreak, betrayal
Square filled: Enemies to Lovers for @spndeanbingo​ and Angst to fluff for @spngenrebingo​ Those squares are used for the whole series.
A/N: I know. I know. I’m not very regular and it wasn’t the lack of ideas but truly the lack of time to write to be honest. Work has been such a *** But I’m back again and with another series! I have soooo much fun writing it! The first chapter is setting the story but the true plot will come within the next chapters.
As per usual, this is unbetated and I’m sorry for any grammar mistakes or error spelling. Please let me know what you think of it! I really hope that this new series will bring you as much fun as it does for me.
I do not own the characters or the show.
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Prologue: Truman High, 1997
Another state, another highschool, another friends, another identity. Your life was an eternal restarting. You were used to it by now. Your parents being hunters, you followed them everywhere. You weren’t hunting, your parents thinking you were too young to do that, and you still had a lot to learn before being able to help them in a hunt. You knew how to protect yourself of course, and you helped them with the lore, while you tried to live your life as normal as possible.
You gasped and jumped from surprise when the face of your friend, Amanda Heckerling, appeared next to you as you closed the door of your locker.
“Jesus, Amanda! You scared me!” 
The blond girl giggled, biting her bottom lip. “Sorry.”
You rolled your eyes and followed her as both of you headed for your next class. You listened to her latest rumor. It seemed like a new student has arrived, and according to your pretty friend, he was more than good looking.
“I’m not talking about Brad Pitt good looking, Y/N.” Amanda kept on explaining as she wrapped her arm around your shoulders.
“I’m telling you, he’s like a Greek God.” She sighed dreamily, as her head rested against your shoulder.
You rolled your eyes playfully. She had a soft heart, falling easily for anyone. At least, with this new guy you wouldn’t be the “new kid” anymore.
“And since when are you interested in mythology?” You chuckled.
Amanda gave you a stern look. “That’s not the point. You’ll see what I mean. He’s in our next class.” She said as she pushed you forward, forcing you to walk faster. It was the first time you saw her so eager.
Unfortunately for Amanda, the new student wasn’t here. You both sat at your place and waited for the class to start.
After a few minutes, a knock interrupted your teacher and all eyes turned toward the door. Your heart skipped a beat once you recognized the young boy entering. No wonder, Amanda and almost all of the girls were talking about the new student. You didn’t know he was here and you started to understand why your parents told you that the case they were working could take longer than usual. If he was here, it meant that his father was here as well and certainly, helping your parents with their current hunt.
“Glad to see that you finally joined us, Mister Winchester.” Your teacher said coldly, not pleased that the new student interrupted his class.
The young boy shrugged, a smirk on his face. “I had some free time.”
You tried not to laugh at his bad joke. It’s been a while since you’ve seen him and you forgot how he tried to play the bad boy.
The teacher sighed angrily, ordering him to take a seat and remain quiet for the rest of the class.
As he walked toward the empty seat, which was just behind yours, you didn’t look at each others. It was always the silent rule whenever you ended up in the same place; you have to be strangers to each other. It would be weird if the last new students knew each other and it could draw attention.
The rest of the class felt very long. You could wait for it to end. You wanted to know why Dean was here and more particularly, how long he would be here. You missed your best friend.
By the end of the day, you waved at Amanda as she left with her other friends in the bus. You grabbed your school bag and started to walk on the street. Living in a motel wasn’t the best and noone in school knew about it. It would be too much work to explain why you were living on your own in a motel.
As soon as you entered into your room, you knew something wasn’t right. The odd feeling of being watched hadn’t left you since you’ve left school, and this feeling grew stronger once you were in your room. Silently, you walked towards your bed, thinking about grabbing the knife you had under your pillow. When your fingertips touched the cold metal, you felt a presence behind you and turned around in a swift motion, firmly holding the weapon between your body and the intruder.
“Wow easy, Tiger!” Dean said, his hands raised in surrender.
“Dean!” You sighed, lowering your hand as soon as you realized who he was. “Don’t do that! I could have killed you!”
“Don’t be a drama queen.” He chuckled as he hugged you.
“I could!” Your voice muffled against his chest, then your arms wrapped around his waist.
“Yeah, yeah.” He said playfully, his chin resting on the top of your head.
The both of you stayed silent for a short moment, enjoying the moment. You really missed him.
“Where’s Sammy?” You finally asked, breaking the embrace.
“Next door. We’re your new neighbors!” Dean grinned as he sat on your bed.
“How long?”
Dean shrugged. “Dad left, saying it would be for a week.”
Your smile fell slightly at the news. The Winchester brothers were your best friends, your only friends to be exact. It wasn’t easy to keep track of your friends when your life was full of lies and when you have to move from one place to another. However, the brothers were just like you, living the hunters life, and knowing how hard it was.
“Hey, no, no, no. Don’t do that.” Dean said as he stood up and came closer.
“Do what?”
“The sad face. It doesn’t suit you.” He said in a soft voice, his hand cupping your face and his thumb caressing your cheek. “Let’s enjoy this, as long as it lasts, okay?”
He was staring at you intently and you nodded slightly, staring back at him.
****
“Y/N!” You and Amanda turned around when you heard your name being called.
You saw Alex running towards you, a book pressed against his chest. The boy stopped once he reached you and bend over, breathing heavily.
“You alright?” You asked after an awkward silent moment.
“Ye-yeah, sorry. I, uh, I wanted to give you this.” Alex stuttered, pushing the book against your chest, the motion a bit painful. “You said you wanted to read it.” He explained when he saw you frowning.
“Uh, yeah but you didn’t have to do this.” You said, looking at the cover. You vaguely remember telling him you loved reading and that you were interested in the last release of your favorite author. “Thank you.”
Alex’s smile fell as soon as Dean appeared behind you. His arms wrapping around you and Amanda’s waist. “Hello, ladies. What’s up?”
You glanced at Dean, happy to see him and started to explain what happened when Alex left without a word, the moment becoming more awkward with each passing seconds.
“Y/N as a stalker.” Amanda giggled.
“Who?” Dean asked, unconsciously tightening his hold around you.
“A~lex!” She hummed playfully.
“That’s not true!” You defended, feeling the heat on your cheeks.
Amanda ignored you and kept on talking. “Rumors say that he’s going to ask you out for the prom.”
You winced at the thought. Alew was a nice guy, and kind of handsome with his piercing blue eyes and deep black short hair, but you felt an uneasiness when he was near you.
“Speaking of it! When are you going to ask me, Dean?” Amanda asked, her hand rubbing his chest.
Dean gave her a cheeky grin. “Sorry sweetheart, I won’t ask you because I won’t be there anymore.”
You stopped walking and stared at him. He explained that his father called and told him that his brother and him would leave by the end of the week. You could see the relief in his eyes at the news. Dean really didn’t like the school life. You, on the other, were losing your best friend. Once again. You knew you were staying until the end of school year. Your parents called the night before, telling you that the case was over but they needed to take care of a new one not too far from here. It was better for you to finish this year at Truman High instead of moving again for only a few months.
How long would it be before you could see the Winchesters again?
***
You were standing in the boys’ room, waiting with them for John to pick them. The mood in the room was gloomy, despite the fact you tried to hide your sadness.
“Dad’s here!” Sam exclaimed, grabbing his duffel bag and giving you a tight hug. You missed him already. He left you and Dean alone after he promised you to call you, at least once a week.
You stood in front of Dean, your head low, fighting the tears. You hated those moments.
“Well,” Dean licked his lips nervously. He didn’t know what to say. “Take care, alright?”
You nodded once, still looking at the used carpet on the floor. He couldn’t bear seeing you like this so, without thinking, he engulfed your tiny frame in his arms.
“And do me a favor, if Alex asks you out, don’t say yes. You deserve better.” He said after a moment. You wanted to reply but the honking of the car outside stopped you.
“I won’t go.” You whispered, your fists clenching as you tried your hardest to keep your tears at bay.
“Why not? I know you want to.” Dean asked, a bit surprised by your answer. He remember Amanda telling him that you talked about going.
You shook your head, still refusing to look at him. “It’s a normal thing, Dean.” You explained, then lifted your head to look at him “We don’t do normal.”
Seeing the tears and the defeated look on your face, broke his heart. He knew you didn’t have a normal life, he already erased the thought for him or his brother, but he wanted nothing more for you to be happy. You wanted a normal apple pie life, you told him a few years ago.
“Sweetheart,” He whispered, his voice stuck in his throat. Seeing you like this was killing him.
“I’ll go with you.” He said without thinking, the words surprising him as much as you.
“Wha-what?” You asked, dumbfounded. “No Dean, you don’t have to-”
“I know. I want to.” He said as he cupped your face with both hands. “I would do anything for you.”
You grabbed one of his wrists and gasped when you felt his lips against your forehead. The tears falling freely on your cheeks.
Another series of honking and Dean knew his father’s patience was at its limits. He really had to go even though he wanted to stay with you. He broke the embrace and tried to smile as best as he could.
“Choose your best dress and wait for me, alright?” He said as he left the room. “I’ll be there, Y/N. I promise.”
You only nodded, not believing in your voice. Dean was the best. He would do anything to make you happy. Despite his departure, you were smiling. You knew it wouldn’t be long before you saw your best friend again.
***
The prom night was finally here. Once class was over, you rushed into your motel room to get ready. Dean would be here within a few hours, according to the last call you had.After a quick shower, you took out the beautiful long dress from the closet. It was a sleeveless red dress, Dean loved red, that stopped just above your knees but was longer on the back, until it reached the floor. The bustier was covered in laces and sequins. When you saw the dress you knew it was the one. You couldn’t wait to see Dean’s reaction when he would see it.
Only thirty minutes left before Dean would be here. You thought for a long moment about what you were going to do with your hair, and after a moment you opted for a stylish bun, with a few strands curling around your face. Finally, you kept the make-up neutral, with a slight touch of mascara and a deep red lipstick. With one over look in the mirror you nodded, satisfied with the general look. Your heart beating hard in your chest. As far as you could remember this was the more normal thing you’ve ever done. It felt good. Really good. You couldn’t thank Dean enough for giving you this bit of normalcy. 
He was already five minutes late. The boy loved drawing attention.
One hour late. Maybe he forgot it was tonight? No, of course he didn’t, he called you yesterday telling you he was on his way. You still remember hearing his smile over the phone when he told you that John accepted to give him Baby for the night.
Five hours late. You thought bitterly as you sat on the stairs in front of your room. You felt pathetic for still thinking he would come. You would wait all night if you had to. At this time, you just wished he would come. You don’t care that the party was almost over, you just wanted for Dean to come.
As you hid you face in your hands and cried silently, the realization hit you hard as you felt your heart breaking.
Dean Winchester would never come.
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VANISHER
here’s vanisher’s file. unlike most of my characters, vanisher is open and  lowkey selective. he’s a side muse that draws aspects of the movie and the comics.
fandom: deadpool ; xmcu
preferences: unplotted threads ; starters ; memes
shipping: semi selective
GENERAL INFORMATION.
full name: unknown ; goes by telford porter 
nickname:   vanisher ; ford ( only his friends call him that )
age:  38  \ verse dependent
date of birth: december 18th 1967
date of death:  presumed dead in 2018
place of birth:  unknown ; the USA
zodiac: sagittarius
gender: male
nationality:  american ( possibly with some german ancestry )
religion: none
orientation: closeted bisexual
relationship status: single  \ verse dependent
PHYSICAL ATTRIBUTES.
face claim: brad pitt ; alexander dreymon   \ verse dependent
height: 5'11
hair color: dark blonde ; brownish
eye color: blue / greenish
tattoos: a matching couple of tattoos “hugging” his ribs
distinguishing marks:   sharp jawline
clothing style: nothing fancy, practical clothes.
BACKGROUND INFORMATION.
spoken languages: english ; portuguese
financial status: mid to lower class
education level: unknown
occupation: x-force member ; thief ; drug lord and brothel owner ; adventurer
FAMILIAL INFORMATION.
mother:  unknown
father:  unknown
siblings: unknown
children:  none
BIOGRAPHY
he’s not sure when it came back, or if it had started to begin with, but Telford Porter was aware of his powers earlier than most mutants. growing up in an orphanage, he was always good at hiding from the staff - behind the doors, under beds. till the day he vanished.
his earlier life wasn’t stuff for stories, poor young boy goes to the city to try find a way to his life - something that would make him proud to say ‘ yes, i did this.’. but life’s not a fairy tale, and soon he falls into the underworld of crimes. he’s not cut for a life of begging, so he aims higher and higher - so high that his eventual fall is even greater. he was a strong teleporter, unbeatable. until he met The Professor.
Charles wiped Ford’s memories when the boy was twenty something, after a small but brilliant fight against the x men. without his memories, it took him years to realise the extention of his powers. during one of the many revolts at the prison he was in, he found himself in danger, only for something happen. suddenly, the guards couldn’t see him - as if he had vanished in thin air. controlling his breathing was the hardest thing he did, but he eventually manage to walk out of the prison in secret.
one would think his jail time had turned him into something better, but the contrary happened. still with no memories and learning how to control this new found ability, Vanisher took his crime life back picking up where he had left and started to track down his own past. 
he eventually found out the truth, and settled in a small town, waiting - practicing his abilities once again. in two years he becomes a drug lord of some sort and that’s where his story truly begins.
he is getting older but not wiser and, still he craves the same dream he had as a young boy - he wants to do something worth it. so he steals, now from his rivals (the bad guys, as he likes to think of them) to try and make it up for his past mistakes. it does little to no good.
he gets sicker and sicker - maybe it’s an effect of the excessive drinking problem he insists he does not have - and finally returns to the city, in one of his safe houses, well... not exactly a house. his brothel was a little slimy thing, but the girls ( his girls ) were nice and kind enough to help him.
he goes on with his life, more like a ghost than a man, till the day he comes across a sign - deadpool ( that sick fucker in the BDSM red suit that appeared on the tv news ) was pulling together a team of mutants. he doesn’t think much of it but heads inside that room anyway, refusing to show his face at first, just to be sure.
perhaps that one encounter with Xavier had an effect on him, but once he joins the team, he still doesn’t trust them to see him - after all, if they can’t see you, they can’t hurt you, right? he always hated flying and heightes were not his thing, but when Pool tells him to jump, he does it.... only to fall in his death - or so it was thought.
there’s something strange about time, he had to admit, it’s affect was never tangible and yet, it remained fierce and strong. when Red saved Peter, changing the timeline once again, Vanisher teleported himself to the nearest safe corner, barely alive. 
VERSES
as most characters found here, VANISHER is multiverse & multiship ; crossovers & ocs are more than welcomed !!
CANON VERSES
( VERSE 1 ) ---------- permits are for homo sapiens ; a quasi canon compliant from the movie and comics.
( VERSE 2 ) ----------   tba ; tba
( VERSE 3 ) ----------  tba ; tba
AU VERSES
( VERSE 4 ) ----------  tba  ; tba
( VERSE 5 ) ----------  tba  ; tba
( VERSE 6 ) ----------  tba  ; tba
EXTRA INFORMATIONS
as i write him, i’ll dump here some infos \ hcs that are important to know before approaching him.
the reason behind he is almost never seen is both because he is wary around people he doesn’t trust and because being invisible actually makes him spend less energy than being seen. in the end, it requires less energy to force his clothes to become invisible than to make himself visible as a whole.
bitter to no end, he does not care much about looks ( his own included ) or money itself. 
he can teleport up to 11 people with him, and is capable of partial teleportation ( eg: teleporting only his hand ) but in smaller ranges, he still has to practice that, though, as it’s limitations are still unknown to him.
he is proud to be a mutant and, for years, was a supporter to Magneto’s ideas. nowadays, he still is proud but human lives have started to matter to him.
he is a trained marksmen and a amateur technician; 
he possesses avarage strength and fighting skills of a man of his age and build ;  his overall stamina and speed when teleporting are, however, are heightened.
his teletransportation differs from Kurt Wagner’s. Vanisher uses a purely psionic ‘trigger’, that way no smoke or smell is seen. furthermore, he possesses an instinctual extrasensory ability that prevents him from materializing all or part of his body within a solid object, like a wall for example. he is capable of teleporting to any place within his teleportational range, whether he had seen it or not, without danger of harming himself.
Ford is depressed at his core, his favourite copying mechanisms are drinking and having sex - and both have lead him to become sick;
he does not use drugs ( aside from the occasional marijuana cigarette every now and then ), he sold drugs for long enough to see what could happen if he got addicted;
his favourite team member is Domino, she is rather amusing.
he once spent one year in Brazil to learn portuguese.
WARNINGS !
this character is selective. his views \ actions are not the same as the mun. do expect cursing, drug abuse \ mention, violence  and bad behaviour to be mentioned \ played here. as usual, everything will be tagged accordingly so you can blacklist. i will simply delete anon hate.
CREDIT
this character belongs to the marvel  universe and i claim no ownership or affiliation with the character and the faceclaims here listed above. however, i do claim ownership of my personal headcanons written here as well my interpretation of the character. all rights go the actual owners
*VANISHER icon credit: they were made by me ; psd by kingsleigh ( same psd used for all characters in this blog )
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College football’s lack of black head coaches is the result of a flawed pipeline
FBS has only 14 black head coaches. You can find causes all along one common route to a coaching career.
Think of the first time you saw a role model who reminded you of yourself, one who made you realize someone like you could become someone like them. When the people with power also look like you, it’s easier to see yourself in their shoes one day.
That’s not the case in college football, where black men are nearly half of Division I’s football players, but only 14 are head coaches in the FBS — about 11 percent. Few black college football players look to their head coaches and see similar faces looking back.
That much is obvious, looking at the sidelines on any given Saturday. But when you dig into the sport’s hierarchy, you find that a white player’s pipeline to becoming a head coach is different than the one for players who aren’t white. There are systemic barriers to entry.
We can’t analyze diversity at the head coaching level unless we also analyze the steps throughout one of the most common paths toward a head coaching career, which begins when potential coaches are still players.
The fixes to the issue are complex, but what’s clear, according to research and people inside the coaching industry, is the way things build upon one another.
Level 1: Black players have historically been steered away from positions that are direct lines to high-profile assistant coaching jobs.
It’s called racial stacking, when minority groups are disproportionately relegated to lesser roles. The most visible example is black quarterbacks being moved to less-central positions. Research goes back to the 1960s, typically on pro sports. Two researchers, Daniel Yost and Joshua Pitts, sought data including college players.
Eitzen and Sanford (1975) investigated the high school, collegiate, and professional positions of 387 professional football players. Of their sample, African Americans comprised 33.8% of those players in the quarterback position (central position) at the high school level. In moving to the college ranks, that number dropped significantly to 8.7%. Additionally, African Americans comprised 49.2% of those players in the running back position (peripheral position) at the high school level. In moving to college, a marked increase was noted at 69.9%.
Their 2013 study used 2008 and 2009 Rivals.com data on 1,006 high school football players who did not play multiple positions and went on to power-conference college teams.
Of black players who played QB in high school, 62 percent changed positions in college, per the study. Some moves are in the best interest of players, but only 16 percent of white QBs changed positions. Researchers found 22 percent of all players switched positions.
The study found that, after controlling for certain factors, black quarterbacks were 38.5 percent more likely than white quarterbacks to change positions.
“It’s something unobservable that’s driving that result,” Pitts, an assistant professor of sport management and economics at Kennesaw State University, told SB Nation. “I bet we wouldn’t find that 38 percent [if the study repeated a decade later]. Maybe we would, but I guarantee we’d still find a significant result in that black quarterbacks have a tendency to be pushed out of that position.”
Going back one more step, many young white QBs have private tutors and QB camps, which black families are less likely to be able to afford.
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Some coaches wanted Cam Newton to move away from playing QB
“The closer you are to the ball, the smarter you have to be,” goes the old adage. So when black men don’t play center at the same rate as their white counterparts, what does that say to young black linemen?
[Sociologist Harry] Edwards argued that the centrality theme was less about simple spatial location than it was about the degree of control and leadership associated with a position. Consequently, pitchers and catchers or quarterbacks and centers are not only in the center of coordinating game activities, but they exert greater control over what happens in terms of action and outcome. Coupled with stereotypical beliefs about race related cognitive and physical capabilities, the idea that whites are more suitable for positions requiring greater thinking and decision making, and blacks are better adapted for positions requiring greater physical prowess is a short leap.
Even if a black player makes it to the NFL as a center, a position switch still isn’t out of the question. In a 2002 ESPN story, which argued the color barrier was disappearing, Hall of Fame tackle Roosevelt Brown described the 1950s and 1960s.
"If you were a [black] center who came to the NFL, more often than not, you ended up playing linebacker or something like that," Brown said. "The [prejudice] was just as bad as the one that existed at quarterback."
In the NFL, the other offensive line positions are essentially half black and half white. But while the league was 67 percent black in 2010, only 9 percent of its centers were. That was down from 17 percent in 1998.
Of the 70 players on the college center trophy’s 2017 preseason watch list, the overwhelming majority are white.
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BYU’s Tejan Koroma graded as one of Pro Football Focus’ top centers in 2016.
Self-segregation by athletes can perpetuate disparities. If a white kid sees mostly white quarterbacks, is he more likely to emulate QBs? Is a black kid more likely to do the same with running backs and defensive backs?
“I think more research needs to be done on self-segregation,” Pitts said. “If players are self-segregating themselves, why are they still doing that? If they are — I’m not certain that they are — but if they are, why? Because there’s been a number of black quarterbacks now that have had great success.”
Level 2: It’s not often that you find a QB or OL coach who didn’t play QB or OL.
A review of all 65 Power 5 coaching staffs (as well as Notre Dame) by SB Nation showed that only three employed black men as quarterback coaches or passing game coordinators. Of the three, Illinois’ Garrick McGee and Michigan’s Pep Hamilton played the position in college.
SB Nation found there are only three black offensive line coaches in the Power 5. Two, Florida’s Brad Davis and Texas Tech’s Brandon Jones, played center in college. Duke’s Marcus Johnson spent most of his career at guard.
How can more black men become QB coaches if so many were moved from QB to WR or DB in college? The same goes for OL coaches and the center position.
Taking time to show a coach how to tutor QBs isn’t always practical. But it happened for ECU head coach Scottie Montgomery, a former wide receiver.
“It’s not as hard as you might think it is,” Montgomery, who coached WRs during David Cutcliffe’s first two years at Duke, told SB Nation. “But you have to be diligent first. I think there’s a certain level of intelligence that you have to have to coach that position, as well as any other position on the field. But you also have to leave your ego at home.”
Montgomery returned to Duke after a stint with the Steelers, to coordinate the passing game. Cutcliffe, a noted QB tutor who also did not play the position in college, mentored Montgomery and promoted him to offensive coordinator/QB coach.
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While he didn’t play QB, ECU’s Scottie Montgomery learned to coach the position and rose through the ranks to become head coach of the Pirates.
Across all positions, about 26 percent of assistants are black. That’s better than the situations at QB and OL coach, but still only about half the percentage of black players.
And not all jobs on a staff are judged equally. Some assistants are tagged as recruiters. They’re valued for their ability to develop rapport with teenage boys, typically ones who are black.
There are position groups where you can hide recruiting-centric coaches. Running back is often one. While recruiting is vital to program-building and a niche to build a career upon, the “recruiter” tag can keep a coach rooted below the coordinator level.
And almost any assistant who wants to become a head coach must first become a coordinator.
Level 3: If you can’t work with QBs, it’s harder to become an OC.
In Montgomery’s coordinator interviews, he noticed a trend. Head coaches, including Montgomery himself, want their QBs and play callers telepathically linked.
“There is a bias [toward QB coaches], because I think that you need to be looking through [the QB’s] eyes calling a game, and I think that you have to be looking in his eyes to coach him in the game,” Montgomery said. “So I never want a coordinator to be coaching receivers and come over and tell my quarterback, ‘Hey my receiver was wide open.’ No no no no no, that’s not the way it works.”
This might not bar black applicants from coordinator positions, but it sure doesn’t help those who didn’t play QB. The Power 5 has only 13 black offensive coordinators, making black OCs less than half as frequent as black players.
“The seeds have been sewn over a number of decades, going way back before football was even a sport,” Pitts said. “Even if this white head coach today doesn’t have any explicit racial prejudice, perhaps the decisions he’s making today are influenced by ages and ages of explicit racial prejudice.”
If black men get fewer chances to play QB and thus rarely get to coach QBs, they aren’t building the expertise to be OCs.
Level 4: Coordinator experience is almost required to become a head coach.
Of the 128 non-interim head coaches in FBS, only 14 had no previous coordinator experience.
Of the 43 FBS head coaches who played quarterback (the most common former position among head coaches), 39 previously worked as both OCs and QB coaches.
Therefore, the most common path to becoming a major college head coach is shut off to a large percentage of black men in football, partly because of the positions they played in college.
Kirby Lee-USA TODAY Sports
USC offensive coordinator Tee Martin quarterbacked Tennessee to a national championship.
Among FBS head coaches, 26 played defensive back and 18 played wide receiver. Those groups heavily feature black players, but only seven of 14 black head coaches come from those two groups.
Black players can still become head coaches, even if they played non-central positions.
For one thing, there will always be head coaches who didn’t play quarterback or center. Six of FBS’ black head coaches played defense.
For another, many head coaches believe in greatly expanding the skills of their assistants. Montgomery says he can train a coach to run any position unit.
“We [in the coaching profession] push ‘em to graduate,” Montgomery said. “We don’t [often enough] push ‘em to graduate with a 3.0, so they can actually get into grad school, so I can have them as a graduate assistant. That is gonna be a direct line to a position coaching job, which will push them to a coordinator job, which will push them to a head coaching job.
“I was a receiver that was coached to coach quarterbacks. Just let me get my hands on him in the graduate assistant role, and then he can choose what he wants to do, and then we can progress him by interviews, by training, by one-on-one work with the student-athletes, by things that you could never imagine that would progress him in the coaching world.”
But at the institutional level, the fixes are more complex.
College football does not have a version of the NFL's Rooney Rule, which mandates a team must interview at least one minority candidate for a vacant head coaching or senior executive role. Teams run the risk of a monetary penalty if they don’t comply.
College football’s progress toward a version has amounted to buzzwords and a toothless petition.
In September 2016, the NCAA asked its members to sign a non-binding pledge “to specifically commit to establishing initiatives for achieving ethnic and racial diversity, gender equity and inclusion with a focus and emphasis on hiring practices in intercollegiate athletics to reflect the diversity of our membership and our nation.”
While many athletic directors signed, some said they had not seen it, one blamed a glitch, and Notre Dame and Boston College said the pledge didn’t go far enough.
A college Rooney Rule would require affecting the hiring practices of state universities, in addition to wrangling private schools. Oregon is the only state with a Rooney Rule for its public athletic departments.
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Taggart became the first black head coach in Oregon’s history when he was hired after the 2016 season.
Even when black men ascend to the highest positions, prejudices remain.
Before Charlie Strong had coached a game at Texas, one of the school’s most influential boosters called the hiring a “kick in the face.”
"I think the whole thing is a bit sideways," [billionaire car dealer Red] McCombs said of the selection process during an interview with ESPN 1250 San Antonio. "I don't have any doubt that Charlie is a fine coach. I think he would make a great position coach, maybe a coordinator.
"But I don't believe [he belongs at] what should be one of the three most powerful university programs in the world right now at UT-Austin. I don't think it adds up."
Strong later made mistakes, like not kowtowing to Texas’ high school coaches and never getting both sides of the ball working at once. But arguments about Strong’s qualifications had followed him for years, despite him coordinating two national championship defenses and piloting Louisville to a BCS bowl victory.
Strong has acknowledged the popular notion that he was passed over for jobs because his wife is white. ESPN’s Mark Schlabach reported years ago that two SEC coaches said Turner Gill’s interracial marriage meant Gill was never a valid option for Auburn.
Although Montgomery and Strong followed black head coaches at their current roles, that’s the exception. A 2015 study by FootballScoop.com found that, dating back to 2000, 29 black FBS coaches have changed jobs, and only five had black successors. Strong became the sixth, when he replaced Willie Taggart at USF.
Strong has spoken of the pressure caused by the idea that an individual represents an entire race.
“When I decided to take this job, I can’t tell you the number of coaches that called and said, oh my god, are you kidding me? You got it!” Strong said. “Because they know — everyone across the country sees it now, too. It’s not one of those where they’re not watching. They’re all watching.”
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USF replaced a black coach, Willie Taggart, with Strong in December.
Montgomery, when asked if he’d ever had a black head coach during his playing career, said he hadn’t.
“That will change,” he said about the future of coaching. “That will change. Not quick enough, but that will change.”
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mischief and chaos series :: minka burnwell (act one - 1991)
    With Minka Burnwell there was not much she asked for but if there was, then it was one thing. — With whatever you do, don't play with her heart. It was fragile as it was.
She wore her heart on her sleeves. If she gave her heart, she gave it all. Hence why her father, Alexander Burnwell was always so protective over her ... maybe even too protective but just the thought of his daughter dealing with a heartbreak was too much, he had to do something about it.
Being by her side has always been a top priority of his but so was becoming better than Howard Stark. Everyone knew who he and his family was. The Starks never went unnoticed. — The only thing bothering Alexander Burnwell was that and only that. He wanted what they had and with everything that he tried, it seemed as if he could never get better or succeed. It felt as if Howard intentionally wanted Alexander to fail; To him, Starks have always been the enemy.
So imagine his surprise when he sees his daughter all of the sudden hanging out with Tony Stark, the son of Howard and Maria Stark.
 He had to do something about it, he had no other choice...
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Magnetic Push - Erik Lehnsherr x Male!OC - Part 9
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Fandom: X-Men: Days Of Future Past (2014)
Pairing: Karmel Rosenstein (OC) x Erik Lehnsherr
Warnings: Swearing, Gay, Spoilers for X-Men: Days Of Future Past,
Notes: Welcome to the 9th part! Only one more to go.
Erik and Karmel, donning the same costumes they wore the day they broke Emma out of her confinement cell all those years ago, made it to the Robert F. Kennedy Memorial Stadium. Erik simply floated his way down, but Karmel shot his vines out of his hands and torso, planting them into the middle of the stadium.
Karmel grunted, catapulting himself into the arena, his vines pulling back into him once he landed by Erik's side. He noted one other person in the stadium; some janitor. Karmel scoffed, walking in the opposite direction with Erik. He glanced down at his costume; it's been a while, but he was thankful it still fit.
This costume, per se, had a green colour scheme like Erik's was red. Karmel's cape hung off of one shoulder as opposed to both of them, and was shorter than Erik's; this way it wouldn't get in the way of his vines. Thorn-like spikes spun around the ankles of his boots, vines crossing over his torso in an 'X' shape. Not because of X-Men, Karmel just thought it looked cool. 
At least, that’s what he’d tell if anyone asked. The real reason was because the ‘X’ resembled Erik’s and his arms around one another when they hugged for the very first time; completely enveloping each other in their upper limbs.
His whole outfit resembled leather armor, all the way up to the dark green shoulder plates, down to the screw-like studs of silver metal on his boots.
It was Erik's idea for metal to be scattered over Karmel's costume, because if Karmel ever fell into danger, Erik could pull him out easily using his own mutation.
The janitor saw them. "Can I help you?" He called.
Karmel rolled his eyes, turning to Erik. "Can he help us?" He joked.
Erik stopped walking. "No, you can't" he answered, messing with the janitor's radio so that only static came out. Erik outstretched his arms, eyes falling closed as he focused on the stadium.
Karmel watched as huge marketing signs fell from their posts, the concrete level of the stadium cracking along.
The bars of lights broke off, crashing into the dozens of coloured seats that surrounded the stadium. It all came tumbling down, thanks to Erik's amazing powers.
“God, you’re ethereal.”
Erik cracked a slight smile as he slowly floated upwards, Karmel growing vines out of his body to follow Erik up into the air. He gestured his hand towards the White House, Karmel using his vines as long, long legs to walk alongside him.
"See the robots?"
"Uh-huh" Erik nodded, fingers curling inwards. Doing so, he activated the Sentinels, each one blasting into the air.
Karmel grinned in delight. "Get 'em, babe" he ordered, shooting vines out from his sides to wrap around the floating stadium, in order to help Erik with the weight of carrying it. Karmel didn't stop pieces of the stadium from falling like debris, crushing the road and cars in its way.
"Don't have to tell me twice, dear" Erik grumbled, balling his hand into a fist. 
Over at the White House, the robots rapid-fired bullets into the police cars, sending all the humans every which way. 
Erik gestured for the Sentinels, which came flying over to Karmel and him, forming a line in front of them. "Ever wanted a robot army?" He asked, raising his eyebrows at Karmel. Erik flashed him a smile.
"Only in my dreams" Karmel giggled. He pulled his vines that carried the stadium back into his body, watching as the stadium came crashing down, perfectly entrapping the White House in a circled barricade. He slowly retracted his other vines back into his body, feet touching the ground at the same time as Erik's.
Erik looked up at the Sentinels he sent over to different points of the stadium, making one stop behind Karmel and him.
Karmel heard a roar, and turned his head in the direction it came from. "You gotta be fucking kidding me- Erik, Hank" he warned.
Erik panned his head over, groaning under his breath. He turned further around, to the robot behind them. "Do what you were made for."
The Sentinel started up again, aiming an arm over at Hank and Logan and immediately firing in their direction. 
Erik closed his eyes, outstretching an arm and slowly scanning the arena. "Where are you?" He whispered, stopping when he picked up something metal from inside the White House. Erik opened his eyes, both hands reaching for the White House. 
"Logan, nine o’clock" Karmel nudged Erik, who looked over.
Erik nodded his head, a block of metal being thrown over at Logan- he dodged it. He repeated this action, Logan's claw tossing it out of the way. A few more times before Karmel rolled his eyes and stepped in.
Logan finally got knocked to the ground from behind, Karmel gesturing his hand up; vines grew from out the ground and looped over Logan's body, restraining him like a straight jacket.
Erik copied Karmel's motions, metal rebars shooting out from the block he had used, and twisting into Logan's body.
Karmel cringed, "nice."
"I know, right?" Erik agreed, turning his hand so that his palm was facing downward. "Now, let's see if the puppy can swim, eh?"
As Logan screamed in pain, Erik lifted him off of the ground.
"So much for being a survivor" Karmel hissed, Erik taking the advantage and unfurling his fist.
This sent Logan flying far, far away, landing in the Potomac River.
Now that Logan had been taken care of, Erik reached his hands out for the White House, once more. He focused on the metal he detected earlier, pulling it out of the ground and busting it out of the front of the House. "A bunker."
"Must've been fuckin’ underground, then" Karmel tilted his head.
The black bunker hit the ground, sliding to a stop in front of Erik and Karmel. Erik inhaled slowly, pulling the door of the bunker clean off. He made a pulling motion, which ripped the front wall of the bunker off, throwing it aside.
Karmel's vines sprouted out from his hand, using them along with Erik's powers to grab the men's guns and pull them away. Together, they made the guns float above their heads, and aimed them all down at the men in the bunker.
Erik slowly turned around, twirling his hands gracefully to make all the cameras face Karmel and him. He looked back at the government officials, who Karmel hadn't taken his eyes off of. "You built these weapons to destroy us. Why? Because you are afraid of our gifts."
"Because we are different" Karmel spat, steely gaze lying on the President. "Humanity has always feared that which is fucking different."
"Well, we are here to tell you, to tell the world-" Erik spun Karmel and himself around to face the multiple cameras, "you are right, to fear us. We are the future! We are the ones who will inherit this earth!"
"And anyone who stands in our way, will suffer the same fate as these men you see before you" Karmel shook his head, vaguely gesturing a hand back at the men in the bunker.
"Today was meant to be a display of your power. Instead, I give you a glimpse of the devastation our race can unleash upon yours" Erik explained.
"Let this be a warning to the world," Karmel started back up. "And to our mutants family out there...we say this" he said, placing a fist over his heart. Karmel locked eyes with Erik, nodding.
Erik nodded back at him, the two speaking in perfect unison.
"No more hiding. No more suffering. You have lived in the shadows in shame, and fear, for too long" They both urged.
"Come out!" Karmel called by himself, cupping his mouth with his hands. "Join us. Fight together, in a team of our kind."
"A new tomorrow, that starts today" Erik spoke. Hearing the President's voice, him and Karmel turned back around.
"You want to make a statement?" The President asked, pointing two fingers over at them. "Kill me, fine. But spare everyone else."
Karmel furrowed his eyebrows, hesitant. "I don't trust this" he mumbled.
Erik shrugged, approaching Nixon. "Very heroic, Mr. President" he started. "But you had no intention of sparing any of us. The future of our species begins now" Erik growled, all the floating guns locked and loaded on Nixon.
Karmel gulped, aiming the guns his vines held down, pointed at the President. He looked over, "Erik, robot-"
Erik shot his head to the side, holding up a hand at the approaching robot. Piece by piece, he broke it down until it was nothing but a torso with an arm.
Distracted, he didn't notice the 'President' pull a gun out and aim at it at Erik- but Karmel did.
"Erik!" He yelled, latching onto Erik and pushing him down.
"Karmel-!" Erik called, watching as a bullet entered then exited the side of Karmel's neck, practically grazing it. 
Karmel gasped, falling to one knee, then both of them, holding himself up by one hand as the other held the side of his neck. All of his vines reeled back into his body, dropping the guns.
Erik focused on Karmel’s unconscious body, dropping the guns he previously influenced. "Karmel-? Karmel! Karmel-" he called repeatedly, the other robots under his control shutting off, as well. Erik glared up at Raven (who had shapeshifted into Nixon), kneeling at Karmel's side. "You used to be a better shot- I'm glad it's used to, you-"
"Trust me, I still am" Raven cut him off, running over and knocking Erik out.
Erik fell back, knocked out at Karmel's side.
After Charles' intervention, Raven took Erik's helmet off of him. "They're all yours, Charles" she called, walking away and dropping the helmet.
Erik and Karmel's eyes snapped open, the two of them getting up while under Charles' control. Erik and Karmel outstretched their arms, using their mutations to pull the bars off of Charles, pushing them aside. 
Hank helped Charles up, taking Karmel and Erik out of Charles' influence.
Erik softly furrowed his brow, turning to Karmel. "You-"
"I'm alright" Karmel nodded, gesturing to the vines he quickly used to stitch his wound closed. "It's safe, don't worry."
Erik nodded, pulling Karmel in for a quick hug- one Karmel wasted no time in returning. He pulled away, glad that Karmel was okay. Erik turned to see the government's eyes on them. "If they weren't watching, I'd kiss you right now" he whispered, cupping Karmel’s face.
"Do it later" Karmel purred, smirking slightly.
Erik shakily exhaled, nodding. "I treasure you, Karmel" he mouthed.
"I treasure you too" Karmel mouthed back.
Erik and Karmel turned, watching Hank carry Charles over to them. "If you let them have Karmel and I, we're as good as dead." he noted, dropping his arms at his sides. "You know that."
"I know" Charles replied.
Erik frowned. "Goodbye, old friend."
"Goodbye, Erik" Charles replied, defeated. His head snapped over to Karmel, who was still at Erik's side, for some godforsaken reason.
Karmel stared right back.
"So that's it, then? You're still going with him?" Charles asked, dumbfounded.
Karmel's eyebrows knitted together. He squinted, "what-?"
Erik stepped closer to Karmel.
Charles scoffed, tilting his head. "After all this time, all this destruction- you're still siding with Erik? Endorsing his- his violence, his faulty views? What happened to the Karmel that worked at the peaceful library, huh? Helping anxious teens, reading to little kids? Don't tell me you're going to put your feelings above doing the right thing."
Karmel crossed his arms defensively, blinking his gaze down at the ground in thought. He side-eyed Erik (not in a nasty way, of course; more in a “are you hearing this?” Sort of way), before locking eyes with Charles again. "I'm with Erik because it's what I believe in. I'd still be standing right here even if I didn't feel for him, the way I fuckin' do."
"You should know more than anyone what Erik's capable of, Kar. Look at this, look at JFK, look at him-" Charles pointed right at Erik. "Old friend or not, it's very clear to me what corruption he could cause. Don't...Don't do this, Karmel. Come with Hank, and me. Stay with us" he begged, eyes pleading. "We can help you, just like we always wanted."
Karmel's tongue traced his teeth, turning his head to look at Erik.
Erik stared back at him, jaw clenched.
Karmel took Erik's hand in his own, bringing it up to his lips and softly kissing the knuckles of Erik's glove. He dropped Erik's hand, and made his way over to Charles and Hank.
"Karmel-"
Karmel held up a hand, silencing Erik. He walked towards Charles and Hank, looks of relief washing over their faces.
"Oh, Karmel" Charles praised, smiling happily. "I knew you'd come to your senses."
"Karmel!" Erik repeated, outstretching a hand. This couldn’t really be happening, could it?
Karmel stopped in front of Charles, his expression a blank slate. He turned his palm up to face the sky, and grew a vine out of it. This vine grew out a lush, purple flower. 
Hank arched an eyebrow, looking at it.
Karmel gulped, using his other hand to pluck the flower. He winced softly; the pain of plucking leaves or flowers from his vines was the equivalent of plucking eyebrow hairs. Karmel took Charles' hand, opening it up and placing the flower on it. He looked between Charles and Hank, swiftly turning around and walking back over to Erik.
As he did, Charles' face broke. "Really?! You're going to abandon your second chance at a real family, turn your back on doing the right thing-"
"I am doing the right goddamn thing" Karmel barked, hands tightening into fists.
"No, no you're not! You're doing this because of what, mate? Erik gives you pleasure? Huh? He makes you feel good? Millions of people may die in any bloody plan he mixes up, and you don't care because your brain is too full of what your pants is telling you, to comprehend the crisis we face?" Charles called.
Hank looked damn near betrayed.
Karmel groaned, rolling his eyes. "What the fuck did I just say? I'm doing this because it's what I believe in, Charles" he outstretched his arms. "It's what I've always mostly believed in, from the day my parents died, to the beach in Cuba- where YOU let me go with Erik- and up to where we are, right now. Whatever crisis we fucking face is because of the humans, Charles! After all these years, you're still blind to it?" Karmel scoffed. "Deep devotion to Erik or not, I'm doing what I need to do. I hope you can fucking see that, one day."
Charles grit his teeth. “Your experience of Erik’s attention is so profoundly harmful, yet so irresistible, it undermines you ability to think rationally” he spat, basically saying that Karmel likes Erik so much, it actually makes him stupid.
"Goodbye, Charles" Karmel waved, his face stone-cold. "Beware- it goeth before the fall."
Charles weakly inhaled. "Goodbye, Karmel" he huffed, not saying anything else. From this moment on, he truly knew how much Karmel cares about Erik. He just didn't want to believe that Erik was right, with what he said on the plane; Karmel's morals always fell closer to Erik's, even before he met the man. And Charles couldn't change that. But, in the future, that wouldn’t stop him from continuing to try.
Erik turned to Raven, as did Karmel. He outstretched his arms, slowly floating back up into the sky.
Karmel gave Charles a final glance, slowly growing his vines out from his back and using them as long legs. Now at Erik's level, he walked alongside his lover, glad that they were both free. But for how long? Karmel didn't care, as long as he was with Erik. He doesn't know what he'd be without Erik with him.
Erik floated by Karmel's side silently.
Karmel turned his head to face him now. "Where to, Erik?"
"Away, Karmel" Erik answered blankly. "From each other."
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knives-out20 · 3 years
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Magnetic Push - Erik Lehnsherr x Male!OC - Part 4
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Fandom: X-Men: Days Of Future Past (2014)
Pairing: Karmel Rosenstein (OC) x Erik Lehnsherr
Warnings: Swearing, Gay, SELF HARM, Spoilers for X-Men: Days Of Future Past,
Notes: Welcome to Part 4! The Talented Mr. Ripley (1999) references ahead. Karmel’s hair tied up looks like this, for future reference:
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Karmel adjusted his tie as he walked down the plane aisle, Erik in front of him, buttoning up a blue shirt. "I always knew I left a tie at Charles' mansion" he groaned, flattening it down. Karmel pulled his suspenders up and over his shoulders, Erik reaching for a newspaper on the table in front of Logan.
Logan's claws shot out, landing on the newspaper so that Erik wouldn't read it.
Karmel instantly grew his thorny vines out, aimed at Logan.
"Karmel." Erik softly called.
Karmel groaned, reeling his vines back into his body- but slowly. He followed Erik further down the plane, the man calling "imagine if they were metal" over to Logan.
Erik sat down on a long seat that had its back against the side of the plane. He pulled Karmel down to sit beside him, draping an arm around the blond's shoulders.
Karmel leaned his head on his hand, glancing over at Logan when Erik asked him a question.
"Where did they dig you up?" Erik asked, not looking over at Logan, but clearly aiming the question over at him.
"You're gonna find this hard to believe, but, uh..." Logan started, leaning forward in his seat. "You sent me. You and Charles, from the future."
Erik looked over at Logan, clearly confused. He crossed one leg over the other.
Before Karmel could ask about his own whereabouts, the plane took off. He leaned his head on Erik's shoulder, who only pulled him closer. To Karmel, one of the best feelings in the world was having Erik's arm around him. Or both of Erik's arms. Either way made him just as content.
Erik and Karmel felt Charles' eyes on them, but took on the responsibility of not giving Charles the satisfaction of looking right back at him. 
Erik leaned down, to whisper to Karmel. "You feel him, too?"
Karmel nodded slightly. "It's fuckin’ weird. Can you say something-?"
Erik nodded back. "How did you lose them?" He asked Charles, still not making eye contact.
"The treatment for my spine affects my DNA" Charles answered, Karmel being the first to look at him.
"You sacrificed your powers so you could walk?" Karmel questioned.
"I sacrificed my powers so that I could sleep."
Karmel sat up straight, reaching a hand up to hold Erik's fingers. He did so in a way where two fingers gripped Erik’s, the others holding onto the cuff of his sleeve. This way, Karmel’s wrapped-up arm wouldn’t be exposed and questioned. He didn’t wanna talk about that right now. Or ever, if possible.
"What do you two know about it?"
"We've lost my fair share" Erik admitted.
"Ha" Charles sarcastically laughed. "Dry your eyes, you two. It doesn't justify what you've done" he shook his head.
Erik shook his head in return. "You have no idea what we've done."
"I know that you've took the things that mean the most to me" Charles raised his eyebrows.
"Well maybe you should've fought harder for them."
"If you want a fight, Erik, I will give you a fight!" Charles exclaimed, Erik and him standing up in unison.
"Sit down!" Logan called.
Karmel gestured a hand at Logan, "let him come" he muttered.
Charles gripped Erik's shirt. "You abandoned me, both Karmel and you! You took her away, and you abandoned me!"
"Abandoned you?" Karmel snapped, glaring at Charles. "You TOLD me to go with Erik, remember, numb-nuts? You gave me that 'go, it's what you want' bullshit that nudged me over the edge, to Erik!"
"Angel," Erik started to list off. "Azazel. Emma." He continued, everyone on board noticing how the plane started to rock a bit. 
"Erik..." Karmel softly called, gaze melting down when it landed on him.
"Banshee. Mutant brothers and sisters, all dead! Do you know how many times I almost lost K-Karmel, too?" Erik's voice rose, Charles letting go of him as the plane started to dip. "Countless others, experimented on" he added, cups and plates crashing to the ground when the plane tilted."Butchered!"
"Erik!" Hank called from the cockpit, Karmel steadily standing up.
"Where were you, Charles? We were supposed to protect them! Where were you when your own people needed you? Hiding, you and Hank! Pretending to be something you're not!" Erik went off, Karmel catching himself onto the first thing he could grab, to keep standing.
"Erik-" Karmel called, placing his hand on Erik's shoulder. "Erik, please" he pleaded, grip tightening a bit. 
And that's what shut him off. Hearing Karmel's voice, feeling Karmel's touch, that's what calmed him down. "You...Abandoned us all, Karmel and myself included" he exhaled, the plane wobbling back to normal. Erik looked down, panting gently before locking eyes with Karmel.
Karmel cupped his cheeks, Erik’s entire body facing him. "Focus on me, okay? Focus on me, my eyes, my voice, okay, Erik?" He quietly instructed, looking Erik up and down. "Deep breaths, alright, honey? In...and out...In...and out, just like you told me" Karmel repeated, watching Charles retreat into the cockpit. "I'm here, Erik. I'm alive. I'm still with you" he mumbled, patting Erik's cheek.
Erik softened into the touch, taking the deep breaths Karmel told him to do.
"So you were always an asshole" Logan noted, the comment directed at Erik. ”And you were always...quirky” he added, a lost gaze caught onto Karmel.
“I wouldn’t call myself ‘quirky’, but there is definitely something wrong with me” Karmel agreed.
Erik's eyes left Karmel's and locked with Logan's. "I take it we're best buddies in the future" he scoffed, sarcasm dripping with every word.
Logan grinned, looking up at the pair. "I spent a lot of years trying to bring you down, bub."
"How does that work out for you?" Karmel egged Logan on, arms wrapping around Erik in a tight, loving hug. 
"You're like me, both of you. You're survivors" Logan tilted his head, looking at the mess Erik made. "You wanna pick all that shit up?"
Erik raised his eyebrows, turning around to look at what he had done.
Karmel pulled away from Erik, balling his hands into fists. Vines shot out from his body and wrapping around every discarded piece of furniture he saw. Karmel lifted them all up and put them back where they originally were. He was desperate to ask Logan about himself, but held off from it. The idea of the future being a surprise felt fun. And normal.
***
It was night time. Charles was back where he was seated earlier, and Karmel lay across where Erik and him sat earlier.
Only this time, Karmel was fast asleep. A gin bottle was loosely gripped in his hand, thankfully closed so that it didn't spill anywhere. Erik tied up Karmel’s hair earlier, so it wouldn’t disrupt him in his sleep.
Logan hadn't moved an inch. He stared down at Karmel; so this is the esteemed Karmel J. Rosenstein, huh? Erik's one and only, Erik's ride or die, Magneto's dearest Climber. 
An alcoholic, orphaned bisexual with unapologetic anger issues and daddy’s ugly ties. What a guy.
Logan listened to Karmel's soft snores, wondering what it was that Erik saw in this guy. He took in the fact that first impressions happened to be rough. Maybe later on, he'll catch a glimpse of what Erik sees.
Erik walked down the aisle, holding a chess board in his hands. He stopped in front of Charles, putting it down on the table in front of him. "Fancy a game? It's been a while."
Charles drank from his glass, looking up at Erik. "I'm not in the mood for games, thank you."
Erik poured himself a glass. "I haven't had a real sip in ten years...neither has Karmel. Coincidence you had some gin lying around, hmm?" He inquired, eyebrows raising.
Charles gulped. "I like gin."
"Certainly not enough to keep a bottle of it on a plane, yea? Unopened, at that" Erik pointed out, turning to look at Karmel.
Logan caught the smile Erik grew when his eyes landed on Karmel. It's how Logan himself looked at Jean...No, it wasn't even close to that. It was far from that. Man, Erik is whipped. Logan held back a chuckle- the Erik in his future still smiles like that when Karmel's the center of attention in any way, shape, or form.
Charles followed Erik's gaze. "I see your feelings haven't changed, hmm?"
"Haven't budged a bit" Erik nodded, turning back to Charles. He sat on the arm of the long seat Karmel slept on, slowly drinking from his glass.
“His hair’s grown.”
“Karmel having longer hair than you, that’s a sight I never thought I’d see” Erik exhaled through his nose. ”Looks quite nice though, doesn’t it?”
“Not what I’m used to...” Charles shrugged, eyes falling on Karmel’s arms. ”What happened to his arms?” He asked stiffly. 
Erik set his jaw. ”That...” He started, a helpless look overtaking those beautiful eyes of his. ”I’ve had the misfortune of being asleep in our cell, while Karmel was wide awake. Left alone to his devices.”
Charles gulped, nodding.
"Karmel has secrets he doesn’t want to tell me. And I wish he would.” Erik’s tone was low, gentle. It was as if Karmel was still awake and he didn’t want Karmel to hear him.
Charles’ gaze diverged over to Karmel. He still didn’t want to get inside Karmel’s head, never again, at that.
“We didn't kill the President" Erik confessed, reaching a hand down and curling his fingers around Karmel's; like a baby, Karmel's grip on Erik's fingers automatically tightened.
"The bullet curved, Erik."
"Because we were trying to save him. Karmel volunteered to use his vines to grab it, but...that would've exposed us" he corrected. "They took us out before either of us could save him."
"Why would you try and save him?"
"Because he was one of us."
Charles' expression changed for a second, before he coldly scoffed, looking up.
Erik's expression didn't change. He was dead serious.
Charles shook his head, "you must think me so foolish. We've always said they would come after us."
"I never imagined they'd use Raven's DNA to do it."
"When did you last see her?"
Erik clicked his tongue, standing back up and moving to sit in front of Charles. "The day Karmel and I left for Dallas."
"How was she?"
"Strong, driven."
"How was...he?" Charles inquired, eyes trailing over to Karmel.
"Protective, actually. Karmel is tender...Karmel is beautiful. Though if I tell him, he’d say I’m such a liar. Karmel is...Karmel is a mystery- Kamel is not a nobody, though.” Erik shook his head.
"Erik. How was he?"
Erik opened his mouth, thinking. "He was...we are..." He shook his head, smiling. "I love him, Charles. I really don’t know what else you want me to say, or expect me to say. You watched me slowly fall for him, all those years ago, and I still am, to this day. You should be proud of Raven, though, Charles. She's out there fighting for our cause-"
"Your, cause" Charles cute him off. "The girl I raised, she was not capable of killing-"
"You didn't raise her, you grew up with her. She couldn't stay a little girl forever, that's why she left."
"Karmel and her left because you got inside their heads."
"Don't bring Karmel into this. You know as well as I do that his morals struck closer to mine than yours, from the moment you met him" Erik pointed a finger at Charles. "And besides, that's not my power. Karmel made a choice, she made a choice."
"But now we know where Raven’s choice leads, don't we?" Charles inquired. "She's going to murder Trask, they're going to capture her, and then they're going to wipe us out."
"Not if we get to her first" Erik claimed. "Not if we change history tomorrow..."
Charles stayed silent.
"I'm sorry, Charles...For what happened, I..." Erik looked down at the table. "I truly am." He apologized, looking up at Charles with puppy dog eyes he copied off of Karmel.
Charles threw back the rest of his drink. "It's been a while since I've played" he cleared his throat, adjusting himself in his seat.
Erik sighed silently. "I'll go easy on you. Might finally be a fair fight" he chuckled.
"You have the first move."
Erik looked down at the board, moving his first piece with his mutation. He kept his eyes on Charles, immediately standing up and turning to face Logan. Erik used his mutation to point a fork at Logan, "what do you think you're doing?" He hissed.
Logan was knelt down by Karmel, dangerously close to his arm. He raised an eyebrow and froze, looking up at Erik. "I got...instructed, by you in the future. To go see a friend of Karmel's and grab something for him."
"Grab what?" Erik pressed.
Logan gestured down to his hands. He held a brown, braided leather bracelet with a silver, metal clasp.
Erik's breathing calmed. "His bracelet...We haven't seen it in ten years."
"Or those?" Logan asked, gesturing to an old belt that lay across Karmel's waist, along with a black leather jacket he had draped over Karmel, as a makeshift blanket. "Some blue-haired kid, he's kickin' it at Karmel's place. Kept this stuff for him while you and Karmel were locked up. Future-you demanded for me to get these for him, both of these" he explained, clasping the bracelet around Karmel's left wrist. "What's with the hissy-fit, huh? They're clothing accessories."
Erik licked his lips. "I gave him that bracelet shortly after I met him, it was a gift. That belt belonged to Karmel's uncle. It's a long story, but, uh..." he rubbed the back of his neck. "Thank you for listening to me. These mean a lot to Karmel."
Logan nodded, "you can fix up Karmel's belt. Future-you would've killed me for so much as looking at him the wrong way" he joked.
Erik nodded, walking over and sliding the belt onto Karmel's pants. "Blue hair, blue hair...Grimm" he quickly connected.
"Grimm" Charles repeated from behind Erik, in an airy tone. "What a wonder."
"Hey, didn't you-" Erik turned back around once the belt was successfully on, but he quickly caught the 'don't' look that flashed across Charles' face. He nodded. "Sorry."
Charles waved his hand dismissively. "No, that's alright. It was for the best, for him."
Erik nodded, looking down at Karmel. His knuckles grazed Karmel's cheek, the blond shifting where he lay. Erik couldn't imagine breaking up with Karmel- it was unheard of.
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