In Bed With Books

claudiagray:

Most of all I love what Professor Xavier DOESN’T object to. 

fangirlygoodness:

If Logan were actually a teacher.

Professor X wants to know how to get his hair like that.

thoughtsnotunveiled:

It’s incredibly shallow of me, but every time I see this still, my thoughts are as follows: 1) HOT, 2) I totally believe that Erik left his fashion sense behind when he broke up with Charles. Lamentations, rending of garments, etc.

When I read about the costuming of Charles Xavier in the film (sixth picture in the gallery), I trufax punched the air and shouted, VINDICATED. To wit:

“He’s still stylish, but in a laidback and understated way,” says Sheldon, who sourced classic suiting materials from the shops on London’s Saville Row.

Yes, the cut/colours could be more flattering, but it’s all about lasting quality and comfort for exorbitant sums, not flash — Charles’s clothes speak to his class and academic background. James McAvoy has surprisingly (for his height, in relation to Michael Fassbender) broad chest and shoulders. His wardrobe for most of the movie, however, serves to de-emphasise that.

(Source: desirableprey)

gingerhaze:

His real mutation is his secret goat legs.

magnetox:

During my later incarceration, I had a lot of time to think about the choices I made in life. Should I have feathered my hair more in the 1970’s? Should I have been a better father to my three incompetent, yet somehow surviving, children? Should I have designed a metal skateboard to ride into battle? These were the thoughts that kept me up at night. I also thought a lot about Charles, if only because that smug cripple kept visiting me. We would play chess, of course. At this point, we had played 543,846 games of chess together in our lives. We never spoke about our feelings. We just made small talk about impending holocausts and fanboyed out over our mutual love of children’s fantasy novels like The Once and Future King. There was a brief moment when I thought that maybe we could make it work again as friends. Not as allies, but as members of a children’s fantasy-themed book club. I had wanted to share The Chronicles of Chrestomanci with him, but then Stryker struck in the way that only Stryker could ever strike…

—p. 423, Volume 7, The Autobiography of Magneto X, by Erik Lensherr