#tclcpathy

ziva be like “can i pleASE GET A WAFFLE”

what part about any of the movies or comics makes anyone think he’s easily beatable

TO BE FAIR the movies are to largely to blame why people might think Erik is easily beaten. They don’t go into the true extent of his powers. Hell the comics don’t even very often. Stan Lee just didn’t understand the science behind electromagnetism enough because I doubt he realized just how strong of a character he was making when he ‘just’ gave him control over one of the four FORCES OF THE UNIVERSE. The movies only focus on Magnetism and even with that they only scratch the surface. I love the movies, don’t get me wrong, but they have yet to do justice to how powerful Erik is. 

Even though Warsaw had changed every since they had moved, Max still liked it. It was much bigger than Dusseldorf, the language was pretty easy to learn and no one knew he was coming from Germany! And of course he had met Leonyk there. Still, he has to be careful, papa said. Now that the Germans had invaded Poland, they had to be careful.  When a rich family had moved in temporarily close to where they were living, several children and some ladies started passing in front of the house to see them, but they rarely spotted them. It was a family of four, that’s what he heard, and they weren’t German. The rest he doesn’t bother to know. They won’t stay long and they will hardly be able to communicate, so he doesn’t hang out close to the house. One day, he finds he opportunity to approach the British boy, when he sees him drop a pocket watch and break it. Max knows he has to be quiet and stay away, some people don’t like talking to Jews but then again not everyone is like that and he doesn’t really look Jewish. “I can fix it.” he tries his English, his accent probably awful. “Meine papa taught me how.”

i think the fuck not

        ❛ forget… forget… who?  ❜ there’s something missing. he doesn’t know.                 there’s something missing and he can’t reach it and he DOESN’T KNOW.                 there’s a man in front of him and he asks something of him that charles                 can’t grant.

       ❛  what is — who… are you ?? ❜ he mutters very quietly, very softly. because                he’s not saying it to the man. he’s saying it to himself.

Logan has warned him, Charles just keeps forgetting. It had started with him missing their very rare meetings in the park, with him saying something that simply didn’t make sense. Evidently, it has gotten much worse. He sighs softly, patting Charles on the shoulder. It will come back to him. Or he will forget him completely, no matter how much Erik begged him not to. And he knew very well, that if Charles forgot, some things would pass into oblivion. All of the moments they shared, the good ones, would be erased, as if they never happened at all. “I am an old friend. Don’t you remember me at all?”

Would it ever get easier? Having to live without his family. The first one, the second. All gone for now until the end. Had he been stronger, had he stood his ground, they would still be alive. He might no longer want to destroy the world for it, but he can still fight for his kind’s survival. He can still help mutants with their powers, he can still create a brotherhood of mutants. And so he does. The past few months, he has managed to build a small but strong community of mutants, some of whom having embraced his truth, others simply because they needed a place to be themselves. Unsurprisingly, fourteen months after the world had recovered from Apocalypse, mutants started to disappear. And a group of humans kept appearing on TV, sharing their very ‘controversial’ views. It did not take a genius to figure out what was going on, what was going to happen next. Erik’s course of action is simple. Haunt them down, kill them all. But they are clever enough to be armoured and he needs as much help as he can get with this. It’s more likely to get the humans to leave that group than to convince Charles to join me, he thinks and yet he finds himself at the school. If nothing else, he can see his old friend, play a game of chess. Pretend things were normal, even for a little while.

Rachel looked down at her hands in her lap. “This place, it’s nice.” It always was in her memories too. If you were going to hide from the world this was the place to do it. “I grew up in a place like this.”