#werunyonder

Some fun swag from the Post Office Box this week! 

Thank you @ameliahcrowley for going to the Leeds Armoury in an attempt to procure a new helmet keyring for me -- I’m so sorry they’ve gone away, but I love the magnet and the pin, and it’s tough to overestimate the usefulness of an LED keyring to be honest. And I love the card, thank you! 

The lovely copper owl mugs, tea, and fun card (it’s a Panda on the other side) are from @werunyonder and @bedlamwolf. The mugs are an EXCELLENT excuse to make:

a) Moscow Mule cocktails

b) Puns about them being MoscOWL Mules. :D 

It’s that time of the year everyone! Once again that wonderful house has pulled out it’s Captain America Wreath and so @werunyonder and I wrote a story for it. Which you can find

HERE

Please read and enjoy our holiday gift to you all. But fair warning it’s like 27 pages long.

Me: I just read that the hamilton performance at the tonys is dropping the muskets since. you know. shooting.

Wendy: I don't understand that reference

Me: orlando. there was a mass shooting in orlando so hamilton is not going to shoot guns on stage

Wendy: oh

Wendy: sorry

Wendy: I thought that was slang for something

Me: ha ha nah

Wendy: "dropping the muskets"

Me: lmao let's MAKE it slang

Me: what could it mean?

Wendy: I like it

Wendy: uhhhh

Wendy: giving up something beloved?

Me: being politically correct?

Wendy: I like yours better

Emily: I ship it

Me: yeah in light of recent events it really drops the musket

Wendy: Donald Trump does not believe in dropping muskets

Emily: The Trump does not Believe in Muskets.

Me: 'make muskets drop again' -trump's alternate universe self

Wendy: Trump: Make Muskets Rise Again!

Me: omg

Emily: OMG yes

Emily: Trump: you know what the problem is? DROPPING muskets is the problem!

Emily: Trump: when you drop them, the other guy wins!

Wendy: omg yes

Wendy: this needs to be a thing

Me: 'we've got to start PICKING UP these muskets, and i'll tell you how, it's that we're dropping too many muskets, it's causing a great problem here in america, and we, we're left with the task of picking up the muskets! i say, the muskets have got to stop dropping!'

Bedlamwolf: Headcanon - Magneto makes his kid's get lots of earrings and instead of the old twisted ear, he yanks them around by magnetizing the piercings when they're in trouble.

"What have I told you about bugging the x-men?!"

WeRunYonder: OMG YES! I SHIP IT SO HARD.

Bedlamwolf: Charles gave him the idea with an offhanded comment, and isn't quite sure he regrets it or not.

WeRunYonder:  *snort* omg.

Turned into This

Charles: Remind me to never get piercings.

Erick: Oh, But I think you'd look quite lovely with a few.

Charles: I’m sure I would. But I don’t need you having any extra leverage on me.

Erick: You have so little faith in me, my frie-- PUT THAT DOWN! DROP IT! *Uses power on Pietro’s new earrings to get him out of the cookies. Again.*

Charles: As I said, I don’t need to be in that *gestures to Pietro* compromising position.

Erick: Well, can you think of a better way to teach the boy manners?

Charles: *dead stare* Yes... I certainly THINK I can.

Erick: Oh, like using your telepathy to get him to behave is any more humane than what I am doing. *Tweeks Pietro's ear again when he reaches for the cookies again*

Charles: Possibly not, but at least we’d still have cookies in the house.

Erick: What happened to such a thing being an abuse of your powers?

Charles: We ran out of cookies.

Erick: Point. *uses power to drag Pietro over* You better be planning on replacing what you ate.

Pietro: I would if you’d just lemme goooo!

Charles: And no stealing!

Erick: How much you want to bet he eats half of it before he comes back?

Charles: You think I’m foolish enough to take that bet?

Erick: You could just.... mind control him. Not that I condone you using your powers on my son. Not with your high morals. But, just this once...

Charles: And once turns into twice. And twice turns into three times. And three times turns into a bad habit you can’t break, and we’re turning into the monsters people fear we are. That is a slippery slope, Erick.

Erick: A slippery slope covered in milk and cookies, though. Or Vodka if you'd prefer. I'm just saying how much easier it would be if he thought it was his own idea instead of me having to harm him, even just a little, to get the same results. It's not like I enjoy hurting others, Charles.

Charles: You know, last night would kind of imply otherwise...

Erick: Oh come now, you enjoyed yourself.

Charles: Well, let’s just say I wouldn’t be opposed to an encore.

Erick: *smirks*

Pietro: I'm back with the cookies! *looks between the two of them* What did I miss?

Me: I’m making a family tree

Anjelle: Our family tree is kinda insane, I wish you luck

Me: i feel like there should be more people on it but eh, we can call it the simplified tree

Anjelle: I don’t think an extended tree would be possible

Wendy: I think it would have to be an insane 3D model if you did the extended tree

Roby: probably some kalevala shit or greek mythology

Me: i mean just imagine if i added my wife and our five children

Me: we adopted a giraffe yesterday. I’m NOT doing a full tree.

Wendy: You have FIVE children? Vince, what have you been doing while the chat was dead?

Me: four daughters, plus giraffe.

Wendy: I mean, flinging an angry lizard at someone’s face is probably just as effective as horseradish balls Roby: also if Wasabi was in a rut, it would do double damage.

Anjelle: does this mean I’m a grandmother Anjelle: to a giraffe?

Anjelle: I have a lot of wives though. And a girlfriend.

Wendy: I did NOT raise you to eat your young!

Me: my cousin-nephew-self, Clonos,

Wendy: Wendy keeps trying to get rid of Clonos, and he keeps coming back. So now she’s stuck trying to teach him morals like maybe don’t eat your own children!

Me: Personally, I aim to look like the lovechild of David Bowie and the gang from scooby doo

Emily: Jesus Bread, the bread that NEVER ENDS

Emily: -forces self to drink smoothie before bread- Wendy: at least you don’t have a Jesus Smoothie.

Emily: I don’t make weird babies. Wendy: You want Clonos? You can have Clonos.

Shen: Wendy is capable of asexual reproduction...? Me: no Clonos is a clone of me. so I guess she is, but not in the way you’re thinking. she made him bc she’s a scientist.

Me: Even the giraffe is a sausage

Shen: ...... Shen: This convo has a v special ability of making me speechless at least once every hour...