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indignant manda noises
do not tell me you 'don't care what you order you know what i like' and then, after i've placed the order, proceed to bitch about how what i picked (golden chick) tears up the roof of your mouth and you hate it (when this is literally the first time i'm hearing complaints about it)
too bad, i already spent the 80 fucking dollars for delivery so suck it up and i'll just order for myself and you can order your own food next time GOD i hate making decisions all the fucking time
and the worst thing is my stomach's been unsettled all morning and i bet i'm not even gonna be able to eat it while it's warm
[ another reason i need to stay tf off twitter
an iceman gimmick blog posted a screenshot from this week's x-men and was like 'I SEE ALL THIS ICE BUT WHO'S THIS B****'
and i'm like. motherfucker that's Temper. she's been here since y2k where the fuck have YOU been. god i hate comictwt posers ]
kissing them to shut them up. (jules and laura~)
❤︎ ˚。⋆ ↪ 𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐒 & 𝐓𝐄𝐋𝐋 ! ( a collection of 75+ kisses. feel free to specify the initiating muse. potentially mature content within.UPDATED 02/25 !)
Laura w/ Julian @raregcms
He was upset about his boss. Something about work, which Laura caught in snippets since Julian kept switching train of thoughts as he ranted and raved, criss crossing the living room. It was hard, even for her, to keep full track of what the he hell he was talking, about who was who, and which co-worker, in their incompetence and selfishness, had exactly pissed him off. It might be all of them. In fact, it was all quite a show, which Laura appreciated from her perch on the couch. Her legs crossed underneath her and hand hooked around her ankle, elbow pressed to her knee. She decided she liked how he strode, the slight roll of his hip between each outstretch of his long leg. Still in his work clothes, that smelled of medicine, antiseptics, and blood; heavy with the musk of his own scent and sweat. His scent distracted her, unaided by how banal she found his story. Laura liked her daily life where she got to stab people who annoyed her. She had no idea how Julian put up with what he did on a day-to-day basis without a little bit of violence. Oh, he had just lifted his hand, fingers almost clenching as if to shove his thumbs into the eye sockets of his enemy. And the small tendons flexed the knobs of his knuckles.
Julian turned, back towards her, at the same time Laura stood. Almost like a panther, so silent and smooth that he didn't realize she was on her feet, in front of him until he happened to notice her missing from her previous spot on his couch. She saw the brief rise of his eyebrows, surprise and confusion, before she grasped the front of his shirt. Laura had seen this before, thought about doing it before, never really had a reason to try it. Wanted to try it. What the hell. Lets see what happens.
She pulled him down by the lapel pulled him down to press her lips to his. Hand falling to his hip and then hooking around to his waist. Julian tasted like the old chap stick he used and maybe, pine or mint. The kiss was feather soft, her head tilting just slightly to the side. Laura didn't care for technique, only chasing the taste and scent of him. Of feeling his body pressed against hers. He didn't shove her off and he didn't yank away, and that was her permission to keep chasing.
Laura much preferred this to the story anyway.
Now, normally, Julian didn't like to air his grievances like this. Something he'd picked up from his stuffy snob upbringing - his problems were his problems and he should deal with them on his own without whining about it to other people. But here lately the hospital he was training at was driving him absolutely mental, and it was all he could do not to cause a TK storm in the breakroom when he finally hit his breaking point. He hadn't expected Laura to be in his apartment that evening either, but he hadn't minded so much.
Except she'd taken one look at him, seen the tension furrowing his brows, and asked how his day was. Just like that, the kettle screamed, and he was off, unloading his frustrations as he paced a circle around his living room. All he'd wanted was to swap his days off - he hadn't had a Saturday off since he'd started training, and that was three entire years ago. But no, the new girl had some thing she did on Saturdays and he'd be such a team player if he'd just let her have it, don't worry, your turn will come - but he was sick of waiting his turn and he'd put in the time, even taking on some of the 36 hour shifts when the need was there. He never asked for anything and now some new girl gets all the --
The sudden grip at the collar of his scrubs made him stall and for the barest of split seconds, he wondered if she was going to slap him silly for making her listen to his mundane complaints.
And then she kissed him, and the momentary surprise quickly turned to amusement and… relief, coming out as a noise somewhere between a grunt and a sigh. It washed over him like a warm breaker, his body relaxing and tilting forward so she didn't have to crane so far up to kiss him. All the crap he'd been so wrapped up in suddenly didn't matter, Laura had decided to shut him up and shut up he would. His own arms looped comfortably around her middle, knowing full well if she committed to letting him support her he might topple and not giving a damn. After all, what were those days at the gym worth if not this?
[ every time i start a project i find an excuse to work on something else so today i am: ]
finishing the orlando run of scarlet witch icons for @hcrctic bc i promised weeks ago
finishing icons from my gen x omnibus & moving on to older appearances for jubilee
catching up on appearances for logan's recent runs
"Who said anyt'in' 'bout stealin' 'em? All de cards here be mine last I check?? Ya'll got pool an' shit."
"Ex-squeeze me, Gumbo-man, but the ones with the Hello Kitty backs are mine. You think you're gonna intimidate somebody with Batz-Maru flying at their face?"
"D'you know how hard it is to play solitaire in this house? Dang 'ol Remy keeps stealin' all the aces!"
[ you know it's time to purge the mods folder when it's been almost 2 hours and the game still hasn't launched
looks like i have a project to keep me occupied this week during work ]
"Have you tried peanut butter in yogurt?" His pancreas is fine. "I know it sounds concerning but my body doesn't function and starts eating itself without sugar."
"... I mean, I've been known to sprinkle mini M&Ms in yogurt, never tried it with peanut butter. that might not be the worst. I suppose that would make sense though. Mutant bodies are so weird sometimes, aren't they?"
"What haven't I done to my taste buds? I run off sugar.... so it makes for some weird food. I put a fourth cup of maple syrup in my coffee three to four times a day. Not the good real kind either. That cheap crap that's less than five bucks."
Stare.
Blink.
Stare.
"Your poor pancreas."
"Ew, gross. I draw the line at Canadian food." Does Dane casually glance behind him to make sure Logan isn't around? Yes. Yes he does. No way he's taking a chance at pissing off Wolverine.
"You haven't lived." The shrug is totally indifferent, a statement of fact. "And trust me - I spent plenty of time checking the chip shops and curry stands when I was hangin' around London. Nothing beats a good poutine, especially when you get dragged to Quebec on a fishing trip."
"French fries in mayo is weird?" Pause. "Is french fries and an entire jar of nutella also weird?"
"Sweet Mary Christmas what have you done to your taste buds??"
"Hey, potatoes and the fat slash oil combo in mayo is awesome. Especially if you add some hot sauce."
"Nope. No way in hell. Give me ketchup, or if I'm feeling particularly nostalgic, brown gravy. But that's just a road too far, sir Knight."
"First of all, I'm not crazy. I just have a magic sword that makes me all murdery sometimes."
"Only reason I ask is 'cause I've never met anybody else who eats french fries with mayo, babe. Really don't think you can blame your magic sword for that one."
[ sad and grumpy and feeling uninspired to write so im gonna boot up the sims bc for some reason i want to make a set of toddlers inspired by kelly/shelly and tommy dolls ]
[ well idk why the HELL it isn't letting me send you the ask but ! HERE @fatafavebant ]
[ at a point in my life where i'm threatening comictwt people that i will break into their homes and eat all of their condiments if they don't read exiles
bout to start doing that here too cmon i cannot be the only fan of this franchise anymore theres no excuuuuuse ]