James McAvoy picspam

[ionic]

I was going through files and came across the folder of James McAvoy pictures. I don't use Tumblr, because I hate it and it hates me (it kills my Internet connection almost every time I try to use it), so I don't know what pictures people have/haven't seen. Then Twitter helped me realize, who cares, it's James McAvoy, why wouldn't you want to see his face again?

I have more to post (there are 97 total in the folder I "organized"), but I should make lunch, so here are the first thirty to start.

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[chiasmus.livejournal.com]

I imagine this is exactly how this happens. XD (Continue~ and I'm about to post more McAvoy pictures, oops?)

Then when Erik takes pictures of Charles, this happens (http://pics.livejournal.com/chiasmus/pic/001qt5dt) after he says Charles can't jump on the bed, and by the end of the day Erik wants to just smack his head against a brick wall for a while and is all "fine-- go jump on the goddamn bed".

[stlkrchck.livejournal.com]

Yes, exactly! You're better just letting him jump on the bed. Or joining him on the bed.

"Fine," Erik says with a huff. "But I expect double."

"You expect double?" Frost says incredulously. "Just be grateful I'm not sending you to Bosnia again."

Erik smiles, making sure to show all his teeth. "I like Bosnia. I don't like spoiled starlets."

Frost returns the smile in that terrifying way she has; if he liked women, and if he weren't sure she would happily eviscerate him, Erik would ask her to marry him. "Cooperate, or I'll make sure Xavier knows you call him that." She calls one of her thousand, waif-like aides over and moves on.

Xavier shows up 20 minutes late on Thursday for the shoot. He is wearing a button down shirt, unbuttoned at both the top and bottom, a blazer, and a pair of beat up jeans, and one of the guys from wardrobe is trailing miserably after him.

"Please, sir," the boy says, "you're supposed to wear the suit."

"I like what I came in better," Xavier says. He tucks his hair behind his ear and smiles charmingly at the boy, who visibly relaxes. "You don't mind, do you, Sean?"

"N-no," Sean says, blushing to the roots of his red hair.

Xavier turns the smile on Erik. It is...rather overpowering. "I apologize for being late. Do let me know where you'd like me."

Erik scowls. "They want some shots on the bed."

"My," Xavier says. "How forward of you, Mister..."

"The bed," Erik repeats. "And they want the suit."

Xavier shrugs. "We all want many things, Mr. Nameless Photographer. It's a pity we can't get them all." He shoots a sly look over his shoulder at Erik, then clambers onto the bed, which bounces under his weight. Xavier stands up on the bed, testing its balance, and jumps on it, which catapults him into the air. When he lands, Xavier beams at the room. The aide next to Erik audibly sighs. Erik glares at her. Xavier bounces again. And again.

Twenty minutes and three rolls of film that are completely useless later, Erik roars, "For the love of gott in himmel, will you put on the damn suit and act like a grownup?"

Of course, that ends up being even worse.

"I said on the table, not in a pushup on the table," Erik grouses. "And can't you make a normal face?"

"People like my face," Xavier says. "Why wouldn't they like it like this?"

"Because it's annoying," Erik says. He's well aware that it's not one of his stronger arguments. "Just--at least pretend that you're not damaged in the head."

Xavier sighs and looks dejected. One of the lighting guys scowls at Erik. Erik seriously contemplates smacking his head against a brick wall for a while and says, "Fine, you can go back to jumping on the goddamn bed."

Xavier vaults off the table and sidles up to Erik, pecking him on the cheek. "Mr. Lehnsherr, you are far too good to me."

Erik very firmly does not watch his ass as he saunters across the studio, back to the bedroom set.

[chiasmus.livejournal.com]

Hahahaha yes, to all of this. XD Charles lurks until everyone else except Erik, then Erik can join him in the bed?