infinite diversity

Oh.

Oops.

Sorry. Dat wasn’ meant f’you.

Dude, seriously, what the hell?

Because I’m one of the only photogs in the industry who can reliably get close enough to the battles to get photos of Spidey – and sometime others – in action.

Originally posted by midtownsbest

So I’m supposed to turn over any and all documented communications and testify. Like, he’s a dude in a suit, do you really think he goes around with business cards and an email address? 

Fucking hell. This is -- this is a gross mishandling of justice. 

Think you just named everything that makes school school. Why’re you there again if you don’t like any of it? 

Can’t be a bartender forever.

Your style is lazy? That explains so much. I call it the ‘abandon all grooming standards’ look. They’re finals, not Armageddon. Process time is important. People often have genius ideas while in the shower or shaving. You should try it.

Yes. The beanies are to hide the fact that I’m too lazy to wash my hair. And they’re totally Armageddon. Smashing everything you’ve learned into a bunch of tests in one week. No offense, but teachers are the worst.

You people want to know what the superheros are thinking? FINE

Originally posted by xmenmovies

WE ARE AGAINST REGISTRATION!

I can’t believe that’s actually a question people have.

Originally posted by mjwatson

I… just got subpeonaed.

What? Why?

Lazy is not a style. What do you call that mold growing on your chin then? 

It’s my style. And this is my finals stubble. Us students call it the ‘abandon all hope’ look.

Oh? What is your style, then? Other than vaguely scruffy?

Wow, I’ve got so much style. And I’m not scruffy.

S’why I never went to college. I think. 

It’d be better without the tests and classes and homework.

Is this really the best use of your time?

Probably not, but productive isn’t really my style.

@viktorhartmut

It was chaos. There was no other way to describe it. Kaz had seen fighting before, of course -- even as a reserve member, he went out with the X-Men enough to be familiar with the battles -- but nothing like this. The villains didn’t even seem to have a specific goal in mind; it was like all they wanted to do was hurt. 

The air was thick with fear. Kaz thought he would have felt it even without his abilities. It was unavoidable. Part of him wanted to run, to get as far away from here as possible, but a larger part could never have left with so many people in trouble.

So he ran towards the chaos, towards a girl who looked about sixteen at the oldest who was staring at the scene with fear so potent it felt like it was choking him. He almost made it in time, almost got to her side before a thick metal pipe embedded itself into her stomach. Almost. 

He felt it; the fear, the pain, the anguish, and even though he knew it was too late (he could see the bloodied end of the pipe sticking out through her back, and oh god, she was so scared), he picked up his pace and he ran. He skidded to a halt next to her side, frantically placing his hands around the pipe, desperate to stop the bleeding. She looked up at him, eyes misty, and opened her mouth. Instead of words, blood spilled out, and fuck, she was so afraid. She was scared and she was sad and she was angry and she was...

Nothing. Abruptly, it all stopped. He looked back to her face, but her eyes had dulled and she was staring up at nothing. His hands shook when he pulled them away from her, still soaked in her blood. He swallowed, staring at her face. He didn’t even know her name.

He wasn’t sure how long he sat there, battle raging on around him. It felt like hours but it couldn’t have been more than a few minutes. It was a familiar face that snapped him out of it; mainly because he’d thought said face was dead.

His legs shook when he stood, and for a moment, he thought he might fall. But somehow, impossibly, they carried his weight until he was standing next to the man. “You’re... Viktor. Ginny’s Viktor.” His voice was quiet, barely audible over the sounds of battle around them. Kaz felt a wave of anger, and he didn’t know if it was his own or if it came from the people around him.