I am sure we have all by now read Gyzym’s excellent post on why Mystique hate is Not Cool. If you haven’t, go read it, it is eloquent and wonderfully written and made me love Raven even more than I already do.
Now it is Moira’s turn for an appreciation post.
This is largely triggered by the recent existence of an Ask Moira blog. The general reaction to her appearance was positive, which is awesome, cos Moira is awesome, though there was a worrying amount of ‘URGH MOIRA, SHE’S USELESS’, ‘THAT COCKBLOCK’, ‘STUPID MOIRA’. Also worrying that eight of her first questions (EIGHT) were along the lines of ‘why do you keep cockblocking Charles and Erik and their beautiful tragic mutant romance?!’
… She doesn’t.
(( This needs to be reblogged & read. ))
(via askcharles-xavier)
How am I supposed to know? I’m a piece of cloth. You tell me what has happened. I am very confused. What are words? What is my life? I am yours!
No, no! I didn’t mean to imply your life didn’t have meaning—
I’m not sure what’s happening here.
Please figure this out. I am very ready to volunteer Wings for any experiments you may have.
You have my permission, obviously — but I’ll need time to test… you. Maybe later.
askcharles-xavier replied to your post: I. Don’t understand. How are you sentient? I didn’t spill any untested chemicals on you, did I?
were you trying out a new detergent, hank?
Not that I’m aware.
Chest Plate and Wings both ask me to ask you to try and create a fabric softener that smells of nachos. I am also immensely interested in this as well. Also, if you see Banshee, please tell him his wings are in the closet
whining like a little girls pink bowbeing ignored.Yours,
Lab Coat
…
Nachos?
I can try. It seems simple enough.
P.S. Sean, it appears your wings want you.
My owner is defending me! I am eternally grateful! I will forever stay on you.
I would hope so. You’re my favorite coat.
I have a stain on me, by the way. You should wash me soon.
Is it a coffee stain? Cause, uh.. my bad.
Yes it is. I need to be washed before it’s too late.
Hank. Wash the talking lab coat.
Right.
(via askalexsummers-deactivated20110)
Every night after midnight baby.I’m not allowed to disclose this information, I apologize.
My owner is defending me! I am eternally grateful! I will forever stay on you.
I would hope so. You’re my favorite coat.
How am I supposed to know? I’m a piece of cloth. You tell me what has happened. I am very confused. What are words? What is my life? I am yours!
No, no! I didn’t mean to imply your life didn’t have meaning—
I’m not sure what’s happening here.
