Kaylie’s First X-Men Fic
kayliemalinza: yeah okay soooooooo
kayliemalinza: Origins: Wolverine is basically the best thing ever
kayliemalinza: AND WOLVERINE IS CANADIAN
kayliemalinza: CANON NOW
kayliemalinza: and he’s a lumberjack
kayliemalinza: if I weren’t afraid of being struck by a lightning bolt as punishment for hypocrisy, I’d write fic about him and maple syrup
possibly_thrice: you should write a fic about him and maple syrup anyway
kayliemalinza: :/
kayliemalinza: but lightning
possibly_thrice: whatever, man
kayliemalinza: it would be wrong to reduce an expansive and complex cultural heritage to a single foodstuff
possibly_thrice: but you could still write about it!
kayliemalinza: well I mean
kayliemalinza: it’d just be a drabble
kayliemalinza: “Pass the maple syrup, would you?” asked Logan, with a burly mein.
possibly_thrice: do you mean mien?
kayliemalinza: …no
kayliemalinza: mein
possibly_thrice: okay.
kayliemalinza: like lo mein
kayliemalinza: this is MULTICULTURAL*
possibly_thrice: ohhh
possibly_thrice: i thought his mien
possibly_thrice: was
possibly_thrice: burly
possibly_thrice: is his mien NOT burly.
kayliemalinza: no, his mein is burly
kayliemalinza: I don’t know why he wants maple syrup with it
kayliemalinza: but he’s Canadian, so who the fuck knows
kayliemalinza: Anyway!
kayliemalinza: Scott, with a manfully repressed yet still ever-pulsing pang of unrequited, unspoken love, passed the syrup.
kayliemalinza: “The fuck is this,” said Logan.
kayliemalinza: “It’s-” Yet Scott’s tremulous utterance was overpowered, as so many of his actions and feelings were overpowered, by Logan’s sudden growl.
kayliemalinza: “This is fucking sugarwater.” With a swell of patriotic vim, Logan pierced the flimsy plastic syrup bottle with his shiny claws.
kayliemalinza: The syrup trickled from the shards, as wan and hopeless as the disappointment trickling from Scott’s heart.
kayliemalinza: Everything I do is wrong, thought Scott.
kayliemalinza: That’s about the shape of it, replied a ghostly Jean-type voice.**
kayliemalinza: Logan quirked his eyebrow for no particular reason and finished his bear.
kayliemalinza: OH SHIT BEER
kayliemalinza: actually no
kayliemalinza: no
kayliemalinza: BEAR
kayliemalinza: bear is fine
possibly_thrice: he finished
possibly_thrice: his bear.
kayliemalinza: yeah. Finished it with a SINGLE DECISIVE STROKE OF HIS CLAWS***
kayliemalinza: ~owari~
* This is so I don't get struck by lightning.
** Phoenix is a dick.
*** There was another bear, not designated "his" bear, which Logan left alive for the school-children to practice on.
In other news, I need a Wolverine icon. Because Wolverine is apropos for any situation.
kayliemalinza: Origins: Wolverine is basically the best thing ever
kayliemalinza: AND WOLVERINE IS CANADIAN
kayliemalinza: CANON NOW
kayliemalinza: and he’s a lumberjack
kayliemalinza: if I weren’t afraid of being struck by a lightning bolt as punishment for hypocrisy, I’d write fic about him and maple syrup
possibly_thrice: you should write a fic about him and maple syrup anyway
kayliemalinza: :/
kayliemalinza: but lightning
possibly_thrice: whatever, man
kayliemalinza: it would be wrong to reduce an expansive and complex cultural heritage to a single foodstuff
possibly_thrice: but you could still write about it!
kayliemalinza: well I mean
kayliemalinza: it’d just be a drabble
kayliemalinza: “Pass the maple syrup, would you?” asked Logan, with a burly mein.
possibly_thrice: do you mean mien?
kayliemalinza: …no
kayliemalinza: mein
possibly_thrice: okay.
kayliemalinza: like lo mein
kayliemalinza: this is MULTICULTURAL*
possibly_thrice: ohhh
possibly_thrice: i thought his mien
possibly_thrice: was
possibly_thrice: burly
possibly_thrice: is his mien NOT burly.
kayliemalinza: no, his mein is burly
kayliemalinza: I don’t know why he wants maple syrup with it
kayliemalinza: but he’s Canadian, so who the fuck knows
kayliemalinza: Anyway!
kayliemalinza: Scott, with a manfully repressed yet still ever-pulsing pang of unrequited, unspoken love, passed the syrup.
kayliemalinza: “The fuck is this,” said Logan.
kayliemalinza: “It’s-” Yet Scott’s tremulous utterance was overpowered, as so many of his actions and feelings were overpowered, by Logan’s sudden growl.
kayliemalinza: “This is fucking sugarwater.” With a swell of patriotic vim, Logan pierced the flimsy plastic syrup bottle with his shiny claws.
kayliemalinza: The syrup trickled from the shards, as wan and hopeless as the disappointment trickling from Scott’s heart.
kayliemalinza: Everything I do is wrong, thought Scott.
kayliemalinza: That’s about the shape of it, replied a ghostly Jean-type voice.**
kayliemalinza: Logan quirked his eyebrow for no particular reason and finished his bear.
kayliemalinza: OH SHIT BEER
kayliemalinza: actually no
kayliemalinza: no
kayliemalinza: BEAR
kayliemalinza: bear is fine
possibly_thrice: he finished
possibly_thrice: his bear.
kayliemalinza: yeah. Finished it with a SINGLE DECISIVE STROKE OF HIS CLAWS***
kayliemalinza: ~owari~
* This is so I don't get struck by lightning.
** Phoenix is a dick.
*** There was another bear, not designated "his" bear, which Logan left alive for the school-children to practice on.
In other news, I need a Wolverine icon. Because Wolverine is apropos for any situation.