Wow. The 90s. I was watching X-Men cartoons, falling into ruinous love with Magneto, watching it in one language and then having to learn another sometime around the Alien-Empress-Girlfriend saga. It was all hopelessly confusing except for the Magneto (and weirdly, Cyclops) love and the fact that I may have imprinted on Charles/Magneto somewhere around nine years old.
Twenty years is a long time to love a character that's perhaps semi-imagined from memories of jumbled storylines (I took to reading comic book magazines in my mid-teens, but oddly, not comics) but then there's that movie and it seems there are *things* that just permeates the entire X-Men. I feel so entirely justified my otherwise groundlessembryonic Charles/Erik shipping tendencies.
Sorry for that rambling comment, but I love that you're sharing this :DDD
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Date: 2011-07-04 10:24 am (UTC)Twenty years is a long time to love a character that's perhaps semi-imagined from memories of jumbled storylines (I took to reading comic book magazines in my mid-teens, but oddly, not comics) but then there's that movie and it seems there are *things* that just permeates the entire X-Men. I feel so entirely justified my otherwise groundlessembryonic Charles/Erik shipping tendencies.
Sorry for that rambling comment, but I love that you're sharing this :DDD