#psylccke

I asked Betsy to strike a pose for me, and then after I took this picture I literally cried for fifteen minutes straight. I’m so blessed to be alive, oh my god.

        “Oh, this... This is actually, really, awkward. I can’t believe- Uh... One of us is gonna have to go home and change, this is unbelievable.”

you never challenge rogue on the road

she’s 5′8 130 pounds of not takin’ ur shit mr hit n run with a side of fuck u i’ve got super strength

He had heard it said that you can't keep a good man down. And whilst he was neither good nor much of a man in the usual sense of the term, it was a philosophy that he was still keen on adhering to. A goal he could aim to achieve, as he went about rebuilding his life for the second time. 

Compared to before, where dying had seen him removed from the great equation of life, this occasion had been...different. Packed to the brim with experiences he has yet to put words to, or say with any amount of confidence that his actions had been his own, Fantomex had elected to let the past lie, untouched -- with particular caution taken to exclude anyone who was even remotely connected to the X-Men from his life.

It’s why, in his need to start over with this gift of a third life, he journeys to the vineyards of France, seeking seclusion. Insomuch as someone with a penchant for flashy white attire could retreat from the wider world, at least. And it is here, sat at a table nestled between rows of vines that had been freshly harvested that he allows himself to relax, finding joy in the chatter of birdsong and the rustling of leaves.

betsy just laughs and laughs

               “you aren’t going to kick me again, are you? it doesn’t matter if you do or not. that one time was a fluke. an off day. probably after that m-day fiasco.” pietro huffed, glaring off to the side before rushing right in front of betsy. “neither of my sisters are here, if that’s what you want.”