So true!!
The most accurate thing Iâve EVER seen.

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So true!!
The most accurate thing Iâve EVER seen.
Ugh
Now I kinda sorta wanna do a Poison Ivy blog. >_< I use to write her a lot on an rp site and having just writing her again after so long really got the feels going. But thereâs so many Ivyâs on tumblr as is. ._.Â
Iâll stick with what I got for now.Â
//look. you already have enough fangirls as it is, that seem to have trouble distinguishing the fact that you're mine.
you do ivy and I'm scared they'll take you away. ;;
Send me a â§ and I'll introduce you to one of all the muses I ever had.
SEND ME TWO CHARACTERS AND I'LL TELL YOU WHICH ONE MINE WOULD SAVE FROM CERTAIN DEATH
Roleplayers and their muses.
The photo was quite OLD but didnât take from its value
Jean is now in tears, gasping for air in between fits of laughter.
"Logan â what the â pffft!" she says before falling into another fit of hysterics.
A terrified stammering grunt left his throat, âHOW?â He doesnât even remember doing this but thenâŠ. there was a good fifter or more years he didnât remember. âThat aint me!!!!!!!!â
"Oh, so itâs an impostor?" she giggled, wiping the tears from her eyes, "I donât know, Logan â itâs not yellow spandex, but you still look fabulous.âÂ
"It donât even look like me Red!â Logan protested in obvious denial, his cheeks turned red and he began to feel flustered.
She grins at him, finally calming down of her fit of hysterics. âOkay, okay,â she conceded, âItâs just a very convincing body double, then.â He was adorable when he was flustered.
Logan folded his arms as he grumbled in the back of his throat, chin pressed to his chest, âThat scrawny lilâ punk isnât even big enough to be me.â He huffed as he stood up straighter and pulled his shoulders back trying to make himself look larger.
She shook her head, smiling at him with adoration. âMaybe in another, very, very skewed universe,â Jean said with a wink, âBut, in my honest opinion, I like this version of you much better.â
"Glad you hear you prefer this version of me, to the guy who looks like he skinned a banana nut pancake." His eyes widen that sounded like he was addmiting this other fellow was him, "I-"
Jean crossed her arms, eyebrows cocked. A wry smile came across her face. "I get it. I think at this point, I speak Logan."
Lost a follower over that.
WellâŠyou know what? Your deal dude. I wonât have OOC hate on my blog. Period. Iâve dealt with this shit too long to put up with it here.
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Send me ⥠for my characterâs reaction to yours climbing into bed with mine.
Of all of the students who she considered her friends, Rachel was one of the few who she would welcome in her bed. She was one of her favorite cuddle buddies of all time, to be honest. So when she crawled into bed, Jean wrapped her arms around her and buried her face in her hair, comforted by her presence.
"Thanks, Ray," she whispered groggily before falling into a deep, peaceful sleep.
[Text to Jeany;] Okay I can do that. [Text to Jeany;] No worries I got it covered. I will make my friend pay for it. [Text to Jeany;] He can afford it. [Text to Jeany;] I will stop by if you want but I am dressed a little provocatively.
[text to ray ray] ohh myyyyy~
[text to ray ray] who's the lucky s.o.b.?
[text to ray ray] just let me know when you get home -- i don't think i'll be sleeping for a while tonight
[text to ray ray] logan's off doing his own thing... and... yeah. i'm over here drinking the last bit of jack we have and watching horrible romance movies
[text to ray ray] not sure if it's making my mood better or worse, lol
The photo was quite OLD but didnât take from its value
Jean is now in tears, gasping for air in between fits of laughter.
"Logan â what the â pffft!" she says before falling into another fit of hysterics.
A terrified stammering grunt left his throat, âHOW?â He doesnât even remember doing this but thenâŠ. there was a good fifter or more years he didnât remember. âThat aint me!!!!!!!!â
"Oh, so itâs an impostor?" she giggled, wiping the tears from her eyes, "I donât know, Logan â itâs not yellow spandex, but you still look fabulous.âÂ
"It donât even look like me Red!â Logan protested in obvious denial, his cheeks turned red and he began to feel flustered.
She grins at him, finally calming down of her fit of hysterics. âOkay, okay,â she conceded, âItâs just a very convincing body double, then.â He was adorable when he was flustered.
Logan folded his arms as he grumbled in the back of his throat, chin pressed to his chest, âThat scrawny lilâ punk isnât even big enough to be me.â He huffed as he stood up straighter and pulled his shoulders back trying to make himself look larger.
She shook her head, smiling at him with adoration. "Maybe in another, very, very skewed universe," Jean said with a wink, "But, in my honest opinion, I like this version of you much better."
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Send me ⥠for my characterâs reaction to yours climbing into bed with mine.
It was lonely in her bed without Loganâs warmth next to her â she was restless, tossing and turning throughout most of the night. So, when someone crawled into bed next to her, she couldnât help but be relieved. What surprised her, however, was who was there. â⊠Laura?â she questioned, rubbing at her eyes, âAm I dreaming?â
For fairy-meadow <3
⥠(( don't trust me with these memes ))
Send me ⥠for my characterâs reaction to yours climbing into bed with mine.
Jean didnât even hear the door open, but felt the weight of her bed shift as another body climbed in. She knew it couldnât be Logan, because he was away on so called âofficial business,â but was not disappointed when she saw the familiar outline of Illyanaâs face. âHey,â she said sleepily, scooting closer to her and lifting the blankets up so she could crawl under, âYou alright?â
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Send me ⥠for my characterâs reaction to yours climbing into bed with mine.
It was late â Jean knew that, but she wasnât entirely sure exactly how late. The flash of lightning and pounding thunder had woken her up. She felt a body next to her â assuming it was Logan, she turned over with a smile and wrapped her arms around himâŠ
⊠his cologne was wrong. He smelled like gunpowder, blood, and chimichangas.
"âŠWade Wilson, what the hell are you doing in my bedâŠ?â
Send me ⥠for my characterâs reaction to yours climbing into bed with mine.
"Ladies do not start fights, but they can finish them."
Rogue snickered at Jeanâs remark while secretly agreeing. âAh will not argue witâ ya, sugah. So⊠What did Scott do this time that youâre feelinâ the need tâspew girl power?â Rogue leaned against the back of the couch as she watched her friend vent. âDoes he want tâleave ya behind on another important mission?â
"Scott and I..." she paused, wondering how to break this to Marie, "...we... aren't together anymore. He's with Emma now." Jean looked away, her arms crossing. "Ever since I got back, it's like he looks through me... makes me wonder if I ever did mean something to him, and how long he waited before jumping back on the Frost-train." Her voice was heavily laced with jealousy.Â