zimothy:

gokuma:

ragingserenity:

60sforever:

Alain Delon, 1962

guys, look at the year. and look at his resemblance to Charles Xavier. Dude.

Mother of Grooving O___o

Erik, look at this! Erik’s head snapped up from where he’d been keeping an eye out for their current mutant target. Charles had out his infernal camera once more, but what threw Erik off was the fact that he had birds on his head.

“Charles, what on Earth are you doing?” Erik asked, exasperation leaking through in his voice. Nevertheless, he reached into the pocket of his blazer to pull out the second camera that Charles had insisted he carry, taking a quick photo for the telepath. (which he knew had been the whole reason for Charles grabbing his attention in the first place.)

Charles grinned, utterly still as he pressed down on the camera’s shutter and snapped a photo of the pigeon perched on the lens. The bird released a startled hoot, flapping back from the camera.

The pigeon on his head bobbed for a minute, beak rooting through Charles’ hair before cooing and pushing off to join its companion.

Charles grinned, turning to Erik and brandishing his camera. Erik scowled into the lens when the shutter went off, eyes narrowing and stuffing his own camera back into his blazer. Charles scurried over, bumping shoulders with Erik.

“Do cheer up, our mutant friend is in the club right over there.” Charles breathed. Erik’s scowl deepened, mostly in hopes that it would negate the smile that so desperately wanted to come to his face, and he strutted past Charles towards the Gentleman’s Club that his friend had indicated.