Mar 24, 2023
Logan's Run (1977)
Art by Gil Kane And Al Milgrom
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Logan's Run (1977)
Art by Gil Kane And Al Milgrom
A gift to Story : ) (pretty sure you’re not fronting right now but whenever you come back here take these)
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Neon: No I’m stealing them from it
Me: *gets home from school and logs onto literally any social media platform*
Entire Voltron fandom: KEITH MY B A B Y I WANT TO DIE WHAT IS HAPPENING OH MY GODDDD DONT DO THIS TO ME
Voltron staff: *announces season 3 will have 7 episodes and season 4 will be released in October*
Comic con panel: *photos with a galra woman, i.e.; Keith's suspected mom, Hunks food truck, galra half breeds, Keith being leader, lance and hunk being B A D A S S and lotor*
Entire Voltron fandom: *basically falling apart, everyone's screaming, everything's on fire, bucks of tears are being used to put out the fires, Jesus had returned, world war 3 has started, the sun is about to explode*
Logan's Beach Day
Logan's Beach Day
Logan's Run (1977)
Art by George Pérez And Klaus Janson / Paul Gulacy
closed starter for @mndstom !
Logan rolls his shoulders back as he steps out of the recording booth, exhaling a breath he hadn’t realized he was holding. The session had gone smoother than most—no egos, no endless retakes, no passive-aggressive arguments over creative direction. Just music. Clean, effortless, good music.
Tucking his drumsticks into his back pocket, he glances over at Chaeyeong, who’s still standing by the soundboard, listening intently to the playback. Logan smirks, grabbing a water bottle from the nearby table before nudging Chaeyeong’s arm with it. “Not bad, huh?” his voice is lighter than usual, lacking its usual edge. “I mean, for something Skye practically forced into existence, I’d say it turned out alright.”
He leans against the wall, running a hand through his damp hair. “You ever work with a band like this before? Or was this a total disaster on your end?” there’s a teasing lilt to his tone, but there’s also a hint of curiosity behind it—because despite how easygoing things felt, he wonders what she really thought of all this.
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