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lets be real 😒 idgaf what your gender is, if you go around telling people to harm or kill themselves you are trash to me and if you try to excuse someone else's actions with "she is just angry" you are an abuse apologist and i'd piss in your shoes if i ever got the chance.

bee2124

When tumblr refreshes itself and the fic I was reading fucking disappears forever 💔

I’ve been searching for a smau I was reading for three days 😔

I swear to God if Nintendo doesn't make a nintendog's mobile game I'm going to riot

#Nintendo #nintendog's #Nintendo nintendog's

marthawaynes

anakin skywalker + text posts

also a bonus:

chronic-dysfunction

@reiaami why are these so you?

reiaami

Why do you have to call me out publicly like this 😂😭

anime-as-textposts

h3lian

𝐀𝐥𝐥 𝐈 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐤𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐈'𝐯𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐫𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐜𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐧𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞. &&. 𝐈 𝐜𝐚𝐧'𝐭 𝐠𝐨 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤, 𝐜𝐚𝐧'𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐭— 𝐈 𝐜𝐚𝐧'𝐭 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞…

chronic-dysfunction

@reiaami

reiaami

Daddy 😍🤤

brightonstudios

Every Minecraft world has that one person…

chronic-dysfunction

@reiaami @shirothequeen

reiaami

It's meeee 😊

reeftide

fun doodles

galactic-mermaid

((Original here Link))

penandinkprincess

personally i just think it should be illegal to have more than 2 things going Bad with your body at a time. it's just excessive. i want to speak to a manager. the current hardware was not designed with the user in mind.

matttkip

We're carpooling to work

chronic-dysfunction

@reiaami

reiaami

Omfg it really is us 🥹

raiahverse

In His Arms

Logan x Reader

Summary: After a mission gone wrong, you find unexpected comfort in Logan’s arms.

You weren’t quite sure how you ended up here—wrapped in the warmth of Logan’s arms, his gruff exterior melting away into something softer, more protective. It had been a rough day at the mansion. A small mission had gone wrong, and you had been caught in the middle of it, thrown around like a ragdoll by one of Magneto’s cronies. Your body ached, your mind was weary, but Logan… Logan was there. He always was, even if he didn’t admit it out loud.

“I told ya to stay behind,” he grumbled, his voice low and gravelly, a sound that usually struck fear into others. But not you. You knew better.

You glanced up from where your head rested against his chest, catching his sharp, dark eyes. “And miss the action? No way.” Your smile was small, teasing, though the pain lingered beneath your words.

Logan let out a small, exasperated sigh, but you saw the worry behind it. He didn’t like seeing you hurt. “You’re reckless, you know that?” His hand—gentler than anyone would expect from a man with metal claws—brushed a strand of hair from your face. The gesture was soft, and you leaned into it, savoring the rare tenderness.

“You would’ve done the same,” you murmured, your fingers tracing the lines of his shirt absently, feeling the strong muscle underneath. “You always jump in headfirst.”

“That’s different,” he said, his voice rough but quieter now. “I can heal.”

You huffed a small laugh. “I know. But you can’t be the only one looking out for people, Logan. Sometimes… sometimes I want to look out for you, too.”

That caught him off guard. He stiffened slightly, but then you felt him relax, his grip around you tightening just a bit. “I don’t need—”

“Everyone needs someone,” you interrupted gently. “Even you.”

For a moment, there was silence, the only sound being his steady heartbeat beneath your ear. You could feel the unspoken weight of everything he carried—the centuries of pain, loss, and loneliness. You wanted to help lift it, even if it was just a little.

“You’re too good for me,” he muttered finally, almost like he was ashamed to admit it.

You smiled against his chest, your hand resting over his heart. “Good thing I don’t listen to you much, then.”

He chuckled—just a low rumble, but it was real. The sound made your heart flutter. You had always known that beneath the hard, seemingly impenetrable exterior, Logan was more than the savage fighter everyone saw. He cared. Deeply.

Logan didn’t speak much after that, but he didn’t need to. His actions—holding you a little closer, the way his thumb absentmindedly stroked your shoulder—said everything. You knew he would always protect you, but more importantly, you knew that he had let you in, into a place very few people had ever seen.

“You’re not getting rid of me that easy, Logan,” you whispered with a smile.

He huffed softly but didn’t argue. Instead, he lowered his chin, pressing a surprisingly soft kiss to the top of your head.

“Didn’t say I wanted to.”