#hwltt

[bllakcat-a]

        ❝       BAD   LUCK  ?     ❞      arms    folded   across    her   chest  ,     CHESHIRE   CAT    HAS   POSSESSED   HER   !      her   grin    reveals    the   answer   was   already   in   her   knowledge  ....    there   was     no   mistaking    that    frown  .      

                             *   𝖘𝖙𝖆𝖗𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝖈𝖆𝖑𝖑  .  /     @hwltt​​  .

[felinewilesarch]

    SHE’S BEEN WAITING. Good things come to those who do, apparently. Although, in all her poise, the feline is tempted to stick those sharp nails into the upholstery of the arm chair. She always knows how to make a rather dramatic ENTRANCE. Like now, sitting here, in the dark, waiting for him to come back. 

     The door knob turns and so does that blonde head; “took you long enough, LOVER.” As if she hadn’t just broken in and poured herself a DRINK. Did you miss her, Logan? Your favourite troublesome Cat? 

     / @hwltt​

[voluntadfuerte]

@hwltt​ bc i can

“You’re a great asset Logan. But you’re also a pain in the ass in missions. I’m convinced you’re doing it on purpose because I’m leading them. Because the others say you listen. But you clearly don’t with me.”

[xmarksthescott]

❛  is your solution to ‘i had a bad day’ always bar hopping?  ❜ not that he minds particularly, but logan’s always had a more unique approach than the rest of his teammates. ❛  but i could use the distraction, so this is me saying ‘thanks.’  ❜  // @hwltt​

[infinitexechoes]

( @hwltt​ liked for a short ! || w/ Charles Xavier || s.c. )

❝Did  you  know  that  the  mutant  gene  is  often  triggered  by  some  form  of  traumatic  event?  Although  there  are  exceptions.  For  instance,  often  times  when  there  is  a  sudden  change  in  emotions;  when  a  person  goes  from  one  extreme  to  the  other,  doing  a  complete  180,  the  body  gets  confused  and  chemicals  are  released  triggering  the  gene  to  life. However,  if  one  has  already  triggered  their  mutant  gene,  then  such  emotions  can  trigger  new  abilities  they  never  thought  they  had.❞

And  it’s  after  this  brief,  but  seemingly  random  bit  of  teaching  that  Charles  raises  his  hand.  Across  the  room,  next  to  Logan  is  a  bookshelf.  It  begins  to  tremble  until  eventually,  a  book  flies  across  the  room  and  lands  on  his  desk  with  ease.

❝My  telekinesis  was  triggered  after  I  got  shot  in  the  back  by  Erik  in  Cuba.  I  was  in  the  hospital  and  as  you  can  imagine,  I  was  in  a  bad  way.  Things  happened  and  that’s  when  I  knew  it  was  all  me.❞

[noteasilyswayed-arc]

alana bloom is an x-men. a mutant rights activist. a professor. a therapist. and a mutant herself. telekinetic. telepathic. able to emit her brain waves from her body, entering the mind of others, seeing what they see, feeling what they feel. she was able to completely put herself in the shoes of others---------------it made her a valuable asset to the team at xaviers school for gifted youngsters, it made her able to help mutants who felt out of place. felt lost. didn’t understand their powers----------------------------------------you name it, she could do it. 

she loved being there. it was satisfying beyond words to be able to help these kids. to be able to help mutants of all kinds. & she had even managed to build relationships with other professors, other mutants, and even break down the walls of some of the toughest. namely, logan. it was hard for her to get him to be comfortable around her, in fact, she was fairly certain that he couldn’t stand her when they first met, but after spending some time together, the two of them realized that they were a lot more compatible than they might have thought.

now door knocks come late in the evening or early in the morning. coffee is shared. time spent together. something was blossoming.

' don’t worry, logan. ’ alana tells him with a soft coo of her voice. ‘ you’re not going to hurt me, i’ve got this almost perfected. i just need more practice. ’ she tells him, looking at the skeet plate in his hand. ‘ just throw it at me, i’ll make sure it doesn’t hit me, and if it does, ’ she shrugs. ‘ it’s my fault. ’ as one of the x-men it was important that her powers were at full capacity at all times, right now perfecting her telekinesis in order to deflect oncoming objects. maybe, even bullets.

‘ come on, as fast and hard as you can throw it. i trust you. ’

shippy shit for these babies  //  @hwltt​

[prcsopa]

❛      you  and  i  are  going  to  butch  and  sundance  our  way  through  this  town  and  come  out  the  other  side.    ❜

@hwltt​  --- starter call 

[igniteashes]

——— THEY SAY THAT MISERY PREFERS THE COMPANY OF OTHERS but as the seemingly most miserably person there, jean cannot say that she thinks the addage is true. the lull of minds is not as overwhelming as the sound of words coming from the mouths of others and she wonders if she consumes enough if she might finally feel the numbing effects of the drink held loosely between her fingers. the biggest shame of her life is the new found effects of the phoenix force that burns deep within her chest and begs to be let free. it burns away the effects of medicines and highs alike and leaves her with a taste on her tongue that no liquid can cure. 

            perhaps it is the weight of her crimes that brings her down now. for as many drinks as she’s swallowed into oblivion ( like that star, like those people ) she cannot parch the ache in her throat. the chords abused by her screams and the screams of her victims mirrored in suspended animation that makes it incredibly hard to sleep. did Death think he did her a favor by allowing her to be resurrected when her friends had seen the worst of her? did he think that, by allowing her to live, she might never give into the power that would never truly leave her alone? did he not say that her spirit was carved from pieces of it? did that not mean she was forced to live over and over again until even that became tiresome? reborn again because no other host could be as closely bonded to it as she?

            with the crushing weight of her thoughts she waves for another drink and the bartender eyes her almost wearily  —— what normal person could consume as much as she had and still be clear of conscious?  ❝   it’s not what you think, just give me something...  ❞ she should certainly not be here and it seems as she might have come to be retrieved. logan’s thoughts, after all, were ones she knew well. she knows when he comes and when he leaves, no matter the distance between them. ❝  I don’t feel like leaving yet, you might as well take a seat .  ❞ 

plotted starter for logan ( @hwltt​ )