roma★
$LAYYYTER
Andulka
Xuebing Du
occasionally subtle
let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open
tannertan36
we're not kids anymore.
Product Placement
Discoholic 🪩
No title available
NASA
祝日 / Permanent Vacation
YOU ARE THE REASON
⁂
Kaledo Art
pixel skylines
Claire Keane
Aqua Utopia｜海の底で記憶を紡ぐ
Not today Justin
seen from United Kingdom
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from Belgium
seen from Australia
seen from Germany
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from Malaysia
seen from United States
seen from Singapore
seen from United States
seen from Japan
seen from Türkiye
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from South Korea
@itsaboutsurviving
continued from [ here ] with @everybodyelsedying
“You gonna let me in the door? Or yank me through this window?” As one big hint, he jerks his head to his right, towards the sliding glass door a couple rooms down, on the upstairs terrance. He’s already climbed this far, after all.
“What’s the gun for?”
Ashildr looked at it feeling a little silly, "Shooting things," She looked back at him. "I didn't know it was just you scuttling around out here. I thought it might be an angry raccoon," She felt calmed knowing it was him. "Everything okay?"
"Fine. Just, uh — lost the keys,” Logan grunted. He’d climbed the wall and was trying to pry his way through the upstairs bathroom window. “You sure you thought I was a racoon? They’re noisy bastards. Liked t’ think I was stealthier than that.”
[ i’m back. work kicked the shit out of me and i’ve been busy irl, but i hope everyone is doing well. ]
@everybodyelsedying continued from HERE
“Well, I ain’t like everybody else. You know that,” Logan assured her, reaching over to wrap an arm around her to pull her in close against himself. “You can depend on me for this, and you don’t have t’ worry about me dropping dead in the middle of everything. Let me in, and let me help you, alright?”
@rainbcwhearts continued from HERE
It sure as hell wasn’t the first time Logan had looked upon a war scene like it.. This time, however, he was leaning against a time machine with the capacity for them to go back, to make a few different choices — to make it right.
“So, what next...? Or what before?” He glanced down at her, knowing she’d be up on her feet when she was well and ready. “There ain’t no such thing as slow when you’ve got a time machine. What do we gotta change to make it right?”
[ still feeling pretty rough, but i’ve got my threadtracker and inbox open, i’m heading to work, and i really want to do some stuff around here when i get home. ]
astarklandscape:
Tony wasn’t any happier with his current circumstances. He’d flown in from the south, blitzing in like a Old Testament punishment from on high, taking out checkpoints and crow’s nests in a strafing run. Explosions shook the air like an afterclap, fire painting the sky orange before smoke turned everything a hazy gray.
J.A.R.V.I.S. had compiled more than enough information on the flight over. Tony knew who and what he was dealing with and what, exactly, they had been using their illegally procured Stark tech for. Safe to say he wasn’t a fan. Safe to say nobody was getting out of this place alive. Unfortunate for the guys in his crosshairs, but it cost zero dollars to not be a genocidal piece of shit, so. Maybe not that unfortunate.
Data flooded in, orienting him. Gunshots to the north of the building. A few long and loud, automatic. Angry, desperate, dying, or D — all of the above. A few singles. Somebody taking time to aim. Then: the alarms abruptly cut off. Seemed like Tony wasn’t the only party crasher. Interesting, but interesting good or interesting bad?
“That’s my cue. J, Blood and Iron suite, if you please.”
“Of course, sir. Happy hunting.”
And just like that, his HUD went from blue to red, tranqs were traded out for live ammunition, and wailing cry of an electric guitar surrounded him on every side.
Tony didn’t slow his downward arc on approach. In fact, he gunned it, spinning into a barrel roll as he hit the southerly exit and crashed straight through. He landed in a sliding skid down the midway between crates and cages, boots throwing up a shower of sparks as he brought his palms up. The crowd of bloody, uniformed men trying to barricade the northern entrance of the warehouse immediately turned. What Tony could see of their eyes was very wide. Here I am, rock you like a hurricane!
His repulsors screamed. So did the men. Tony turned his music up.
The sound of rock and roll amidst the chaos wasn’t exactly out of place. Logan usually heard it in tanks though, and whatever the hell this was was moving in a hell of a lot faster than any tank. He turned his head slightly to one side—bear like—sensitive ears trying to hone in on the newcomer. Tony was moving fast enough that he didn’t need to dwell on guesswork for long.
“Holy shit—”
That arrival was deafening. Between the screams of men and the horrid crunch of that metal door coming apart, it took a second for Logan to figure out whether friend or foe had decided to drop in on the bust. — Huh. Iron Man; as much of a friend as Logan could hope for at a time like this, and a damn fine way to finally meet.
The guards were quick to reconvene, with half of them facing Logan and the other half ready to take on Iron Man. They were a little cluster of rapidly beating hearts and raw nerves, and Logan didn’t hesitate to sprint into their ranks. He dodged some bullets and took others with backwards jolts and growls of pain that paled next to how rapidly he took each guard down with precisely aimed swipes of his claws.
itsaboutsurviving:
[ hello! i have a few days off, so i’ll try and get to replies soon! i’ve been reading a lot lately, which is unusual but i miss the days when that used to eat up a lot of my time so i’m not entirely mad about it. ]
[ just kidding. i’ve been struggling, and i haven’t been able to write anything that’ll do anybody justice so this isn’t exactly a hiatus, but just a note that my activity is gonna be really inconsistent for a while and it’s nobody’s fault but mine. i hope everybody is hanging in there. ]
[ hello! i have a few days off, so i’ll try and get to replies soon! i’ve been reading a lot lately, which is unusual but i miss the days when that used to eat up a lot of my time so i’m not entirely mad about it. ]
❥ 𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍 [ 𝐀 𝐒𝐘𝐌𝐁𝐎𝐋 𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐄 ] .
designed for muses with a bit of unresolved tension between them , but can be used for any circumstances you see fit !!
♡ 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄 : add ‘ + 🔁 ’ to reverse the roles .
📖 : my muse discovers your muse reading a diary entry that my muse wrote about yours .
💅 : your muse paints my muse’s nails .
🚿 : my muse accidentally moans while your muse washes their hair .
👕 : your muse helps my muse get dressed after my muse sustains an injury or illness .
🛏️ : our muses are forced by circumstance to share a bed for the night .
🧼 : your muse bathes mine after my muse sustains an injury or illness .
🙏 : our muses’ hands brush as they walk side by side .
💢 : your muse picks mine up & carries them over their shoulder .
👁️ : your muse is watching mine sleep , when my muse suddenly wakes up & catches them .
🚬 : my muse steals a cigarette ( or lollipop ) from your muse & puts it in their mouth .
🎐 : our muses slow dance together .
🧦 : your muse walks in on my muse changing clothes .
🎀 : your muse brushes my muse’s hair .
💍 : our muses are mistaken for a couple by someone else .
👔 : your muse notices that my muse’s shirt is open & goes to ‘ fix it ’ .
👗 : my muse sees yours all dressed up .
🪑 : my muse is ‘ forced ’ to sit on your muse’s lap ( due to a lack of chairs , faulty seatbelt , etc . )
🍆 : your muse makes a suggestive joke but my muse actually acts on it .
everybodyelsedying:
“That’s very, very noble of you,” Ashildr meant it as well. It was the noble thing to do, the right thing to do. “But have a run in with someone who isn’t too drunk or too embarrassed to out you and you’ll find yourself without a home,” She warned. “Just get stabbed less. You can still fight all you like.”
“Don’t let ‘em see what I can do: Got it. Next time I do get injured I’ll do a lot more rollin’ around and crying about it. — Make it look real convincing.” He tried hard to keep a serious face through all that but features cracked in a smile, and then a rare laugh.
“Boy, am I glad you came along. Tell me more about what yer doin’ in the here and now. You earn a living, on your own?” He didn’t mean to sound so impressed, but it wasn’t common for a woman.
[ i know these two fandoms could not be further apart but uh if anybody writes genshin impact characters i would yeet logan into teyvat so fast. ]
Hugh Jackman as Logan Howlett in X-Men: Days of Future Past (2014)
rainbcwhearts:
“Yeah well, you know what nightmares are like. I didn’t have time to deal with them.” She murmured, looking down and closing her eyes for a moment. The Doctor took a deep breath before straightening up and running a hand through her messy hair.
“You do? I can sort that out.” She smiled softly. “Just gimme a moment to wake up.”
“Listen, I ain’t in a hurry,” he assured the Doctor. He did sure as hell understand what the nightmares were like. Logan lived with them every goddamn night, which meant sleepless nights for the most part.
He let her get herself sorted out, and stepped outdoors in the meantime. Walking around back of his little house in the deep woods, he spotted the TARDIS through the trees, heading towards it to give a little pat to the old thing. The first time he’d met the Doctor had been during that period of trying to get her back to Sheffield when the TARDIS had been on the fritz.
“Seems like yer doin’ better, huh?”
everybodyelsedying:
“I don’t really have any plans of going anywhere anytime soon,” She offered thinking it might be some comfort to know that she wasn’t going anywhere. “I’ll tell you if something changes that,” And she hoped that he would do the same for her.
“Just be careful. If you keep getting stabbed in the back by the locals you won’t be able to stay anywhere for very long,” She said it with a hint of teasing, but she meant it as well. “I suspect you’re not terribly good at not picking a fight.”
“Yeah, well—” Logan knew that she was right, but he couldn’t quite meet her eye all of a sudden, like a dog that’d been papped over the nose with the newspaper. “It ain’t me starting shit, but I’m not gonna walk away from a fight when the bastard’s got it comin’.”
everybodyelsedying:
“You could find someone else. Being the same, it doesn’t mean we should spend more time together,” Not that Ashildr wasn’t tempted or that she didn’t want it. She was just wary of getting her hopes up. “I’ve never had anyone that I could stay with,” She admitted. “I don’t know if I could stand it if I got attached and you left.”
The weight and reality of this conversation bore heavily on Logan’s heart and conscience. He was comparatively young — and could barely wrap his head around Ashildr’s age and all the things she’d lived and felt. But he was pragmatic and empathetic, and he understood where she was coming from as well as he could.
“Reckon that much time can change a person...” He met her eyes, trying to keep his fear and disappointment tucked away. “We don’t need to think that far ahead just yet. I’m happy to enjoy your company here and now, ‘til you decide t’ move on.”
“I refuse to let you go– I’m cold.”
“Whatever you need t’ tell yourself, Charles.”
Logan considered it a victory that he managed to get Charles outdoors — and in the dead of winter, at that. They roamed the property, the snow damn near up past their boots and still falling in a slow and picturesque blizzard. The fact that there was no wind was a blessing, but it was still damp. They’d still be in need of a hot drink shortly.
For now, Logan enjoyed Charles hanging onto his arm and nestled right up alongside him.
