At the end, Moira looks at him in despair thinking, maybe I should have brought someone who looked more impressive. But I brought the best. The best.
This made me love Moira so much. So much.
He's a little ashamed by how much he wants to stay in the water.
Sobbyfaces. I can just... see this.
Also, Erik's initial ableism was- I liked that. I mean, I like how he got it wrong. Because people do get it wrong, and although it's horrible, it's... (handwave) I just liked it. A disabled blogger once put it as " It’s not like dragging the function across multiple rows in Excel." I think this is what I like about this, because so many times in fic there's this automatic "we're mutants, we're cool with everything, we've been discriminated against and now we get every sort of discrimination" that I simply hate, and well. Sigh.
"Enemy of my enemy, Charles?" Erik says. "With friends like yourself, who needs enemies?"
Erik, you nastly shit
Some of the CIA agents have the most disconcerting tendency to climb a flight of stairs when they'd rather not talk to him.
I always love the little details, you know, as much as the big punches sometimes, and this packed a pretty big punch for me, because, ouch.
It doesn't matter though. Erik still leaves. ... Easily the most awkward part of the trip is the two hours he spends in the strip club with his little sister.
I just need to say how much I love this. When I read that second sentence my face split into this evil grin and I went lololol.
The short conversation with Angel and Charles... Dude. I always wanted Angel to get more screen time. And this isn't directly linked to Charles' disability, and I don't see it as being related, just one of those effect of an effect of an effect things that just show how he would have reacted even if he hadn't been disabled. (Basically I just really really like Angel.)
"Well I think your helmet is simply atrocious."
God, I love this line, because YES. (The last scene in the movie with Erik in that horrible cape made me squirm with revulsion in my seat, and the strange little beetle-thing on his helmet... what. Someone should ALWAYS say something about this EVERY fic.)
...I have this sad little scene in my head where Charles, right after the surgery, before he adjusts and starts being unashamedly badass, asks Raven to impersonate him and walk around. And Raven's like NO and then, sadly, fine. But just this once.
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18/9/11 11:52 (UTC)This made me love Moira so much. So much.
He's a little ashamed by how much he wants to stay in the water.
Sobbyfaces. I can just... see this.
Also, Erik's initial ableism was- I liked that. I mean, I like how he got it wrong. Because people do get it wrong, and although it's horrible, it's... (handwave) I just liked it. A disabled blogger once put it as " It’s not like dragging the function across multiple rows in Excel." I think this is what I like about this, because so many times in fic there's this automatic "we're mutants, we're cool with everything, we've been discriminated against and now we get every sort of discrimination" that I simply hate, and well. Sigh.
"Enemy of my enemy, Charles?" Erik says. "With friends like yourself, who needs enemies?"
Erik, you nastly shitSome of the CIA agents have the most disconcerting tendency to climb a flight of stairs when they'd rather not talk to him.
I always love the little details, you know, as much as the big punches sometimes, and this packed a pretty big punch for me, because, ouch.
It doesn't matter though. Erik still leaves. ... Easily the most awkward part of the trip is the two hours he spends in the strip club with his little sister.
I just need to say how much I love this. When I read that second sentence my face split into this evil grin and I went lololol.
The short conversation with Angel and Charles... Dude. I always wanted Angel to get more screen time. And this isn't directly linked to Charles' disability, and I don't see it as being related, just one of those effect of an effect of an effect things that just show how he would have reacted even if he hadn't been disabled. (Basically I just really really like Angel.)
"Well I think your helmet is simply atrocious."
God, I love this line, because YES. (The last scene in the movie with Erik in that horrible cape made me squirm with revulsion in my seat, and the strange little beetle-thing on his helmet... what. Someone should ALWAYS say something about this EVERY fic.)
...I have this sad little scene in my head where Charles, right after the surgery, before he adjusts and starts being unashamedly badass, asks Raven to impersonate him and walk around. And Raven's like NO and then, sadly, fine. But just this once.
tl;dr, loving this so much.