Earlier this week, I saw X-Men: First Class. It was
AMAZING.
- Charles/Erik, people. Just. That. That was perfect. That was an epic love story with a side of everything else.
- Raaaaaaven. I loved her. I love the creation of Mystique. though, honey, honestly, you could do so much better than that jerk Azazel. I hope your gay BFF/mentor Magneto told you so repeatedly. Because a thing I also loved: how Erik and Raven connected, and what he taught her about herself.
- Aw, Henry McCoy! I love your stupid nerdy face! Though if you make Raven feel bad ever again, I will punch you in the face.
- The historical backdrop. Hee! Cuban mutant missile crisis.
- the funny. I loved the funny. Charles being a rubbish flirt! The Charles/Erik double-act! The Wolverine cameo! The kids! And my bb Alex Summers.
- MOST IMPORTANTLY: Michael Fassbender. I want to go to there. Just. He speaks French! He hunts down nazi war criminals! He’s so hot omg. He’s magnetic in the role. That’s the only way to describe it. Just. *flails*
- I maybe want to go see it again. I maybe want to write fic. I love this movie, is what I’m saying.
I NEED X-MEN ICONS. MAGNETO-MEN ICONS.