Told euphorbic that this picture (one of my faves from the lot) is the ultimate mental image for Charles in The boy with the heart on his sleeve (aka Tattoo fic). In fact, the whole photoshoot is just incredible. (x)
Also, if there are still people out there who haven’t read this fic, go read it. I’m certain you will love it! The premise is already fantastic. In fact, I don’t think this lovely work even needs any more convincing on my part!
XMEN: DOFP GAG REEL
THEY FINALLY GAVE US A GAG REEL
IM CRYING JAMES OMFG HE’S A RIOT THEM DANCING AHH
Anonymous whispered: What about a new football!AU in which Charles is arsenal's captain, wise and happy to help, and Erik is the newbie who has had a crush on him for years? Sorry, "Erik is Crushing Harder Than a 12 Year Old Girl" is my favorite tag
For you, anon.
Tuesday is Erik’s first day. He arrived in London on Friday, got settled in at his new flat over the weekend, attended a press conference unveiling his jersey number yesterday, and finally, today, he’s going to meet his new teammates.
More importantly, he’s going to meet Charles Xavier. Excitement and nervousness worms through his stomach at the thought. He feels like he’s eleven years old again and back in his Munich youth training camp, anxiously awaiting the arrival of Franz Beckenbauer, who’d been kind enough to drop by and give a bunch of lanky German boys a pep talk and some advice. Erik had been so apprehensive he’d nearly been sick with it as he’d clutched his mother’s camera tightly in his hands, hoping the German legend would be gracious enough to take a photo with him.
He’s a full decade older now but he still feels awkward and ill-fitting sometimes, as if he’s still just an awed fan masquerading as a footballer and all the men around him are the real professionals. Friendly as his teammates at Augsburg had been, he’d never really seemed to click with the squad. Part of it might have been because of his natural reticence, which had kept him from making easy friends. The media had called him aloof and cold, had painted him as a lone wolf with trouble meshing well with others. And Erik supposes some of that was true, but a larger part of his problem had been that he just hadn’t felt like he belonged.
I’ve been listening to a lot of interviews on this topic, and all James McAvoy love aside, he is making some very smart points.