IND. PRI. SEL. ORIGINAL CHARACTER. logan joy, online journalist and professional conspiracy theorist. clairvoyant mutant. one of xavier's strays just trying to muddle his way through a messy divorce. WRITTEN BY SAM.
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@timetell
IND. PRI. SEL. ORIGINAL CHARACTER. logan joy, online journalist and professional conspiracy theorist. clairvoyant mutant. one of xavier's strays just trying to muddle his way through a messy divorce. WRITTEN BY SAM.
luz //: he sounds like a real charmer - totally seems like your type, shoot your shot, girl
luz //: you know I hate the yippy dogs who piss out their eyeballs. i'm a staffy. strong quiet type!
luz //: and why can't i seriously be asking you that right now?
[ TEXT - L. JOY ]: You've really talked him up. Maybe I will go find him again. You want me to film the aftermath and send it your way? 😘
[ TEXT - L. JOY ]: Bluntly, because yes, you are that emotionally unstable right now. I saw how you're living.
[ TEXT - L. JOY ]: I just don't think you could handle for more right now. And that that's pretty obvious.
luz //: 🤢
luz //: not every body is some fragile little glass dish you're scared to take out of the cupboard in case it breaks.
luz //: what makes you think I'd be crippled by a dead fish? do i come off as...emotionally unstable in that sense?
luz //: i can be tough!
luz //: oh my god are u Florida man right now??? stay away from bath salts
[ TEXT - L. JOY ]: You cannot seriously be asking me that right now.
[ TEXT - L. JOY ]: Define tough. Like... chihuahua tough? All nerves and a terrible, quaking fear you can temporarily compress into anger?
[ TEXT - L. JOY ]: It's amazing you went right to Florida. More amazing you were right.
[ TEXT - L. JOY ]: But not as amazing as the guy I saw in line earlier with a tattoo of a face on the back of his head, complete with his hair trimmed into a curly villain stache.
luz //: he sounds like a real charmer - totally seems like your type, shoot your shot, girl
luz //: you know I hate the yippy dogs who piss out their eyeballs. i'm a staffy. strong quiet type!
luz //: and why can't i seriously be asking you that right now?
luz //: fish don't like me, hand to god. one time i just looked at one and it died, right there in the petco.
luz //: i don't need therapy and it was a fortune cookie, not gum. it's 8pm in los angeles - what time is it where you are?
[ TEXT - L. JOY ]: Aw, I know how it felt. :(
[ TEXT - L. JOY ]: Hun? I hate to break it you you, but we ALL need therapy.
[ TEXT - L. JOY ]: And you could probably use an emotional support animal, but not something with a lifespan of a couple weeks. I truly do not think you would survive the devastation.
[ TEXT - L. JOY ]: 11pm.
luz //: what makes you think I'd be crippled by a dead fish? do i come off as...emotionally unstable in that sense?
luz //: i can be tough!
luz //: oh my god are u Florida man right now??? stay away from bath salts
luz //: no, freakazoid, a "fsh".
luz //: should i get a fish? i don't think fish like me.
[ TEXT - L. JOY ]: Oh my god. Was the gum with that joke printed on the wrapper any good?
[ TEXT - L. JOY ]: You're worried that fish don't like you, meanwhile I'm worried you need therapy.
luz //: fish don't like me, hand to god. one time i just looked at one and it died, right there in the petco.
luz //: i don't need therapy and it was a fortune cookie, not gum. it's 8pm in los angeles - what time is it where you are?
@feralego
luz //: what do you call a fish with no eyes?
[ TEXT - L. JOY ]: I don't know, what?
[ TEXT - L. JOY ]: Are you asking me to name a fish? Did you get an aquarium?
luz //: no, freakazoid, a "fsh".
luz //: should i get a fish? i don't think fish like me.
@feralego
luz //: what do you call a fish with no eyes?
AMÉLIE (2001)
"what are you, a cop?"
" -- firstly, ouch, secondly, i'm a reporter -- and it's just not gonna fit. in the spot, it won't fit."
i sent my muse off to a war with his mind, and he never came back.
[claire c. holland, from jess: black christmas (1974), i am not your final girl / fatima aamer bilal, from my heart has claws / lianyu tan, from the wicked and the willing / anaïs nin / fatima aamer bilal, from all that is damaging / title, from my heart has claws / paintings by jeffrey t. larson]
FEAR • 1996 dir. James Foley
this was always going to happen.
matthew stover, david levithan, margarita karapanou, aeschylus, karese burrows, richard siken
he's struggling to sleep lately; that old familiar nagging at the back of his mind yanking on him when he least expects it, a kidney punch every now and then, in unanticipated bursts so he can never predict when it will strike. it's what wakes him up. there's no real destination in mind when he wanders downstairs but the light under the door and the thought it's luz, the taste of hot chocolate suddenly bursting across his tongue when he thinks it, gets him to push through. it is her, of course. and she asks if he would like some and he says yes, of course.
( sometimes he hates knowing. sometimes he wishes he'd just push the door open and be wrong. in a decade or so, josie will show up at his door and he will have learned not to listen to that little voice in his head predicting every move long enough to be surprised. )
they sit side by side and he tries not to look too hard at the camisole because it's not nice and josh said she liked sean and logan is her friend. friends can have a crush on a friend and it not be a big deal. he will not be that guy. it's why it doesn't mean anything when she presses closer and it doesn't mean anything when he tucks the hair behind her ear as gently as he dares and it's why it doesn't mean anything when she kisses him -- it shouldn't mean anything. won't mean anything.
except he kisses her back, and she pulls him closer and he's never kissed anybody like this before -- josie kissed him at new years but it hadn't been like this, it had been because he was just there and it was the ball drop. he had been embarrassed. he's not embarrassed now.
at least not until she's gone.
he looks for her all morning, at lunch, in between classes. he searches the courtyard and the gardens and the hallways hoping for a flash of familiar hair and shadow, but every time he thinks he sees her, she's gone. and he knows that it was her, which means she's avoiding him. he doesn't get a chance to catch her until that afternoon, and he drops down beside her on the grass with a thermos of tea and a danish.
"you're avoiding me."
She's not quick enough--or maybe she's just too tired after the sleepless night and her hours long avoidance--to get up and out of his line of sight before he makes it over to her. So she just waits as he walks her way, not looking at him.
Her breathing grows shallow as he closes the gap.
Luz plucks up a clover at a time from a little clump of them in the grass, counting leaves and rolling their stems between her fingers. And just before Logan drops down beside her, she stops, fingers freezing over the greenery. And then she plucks the next one. One with four leaves.
Automatically, she hands it off to Logan--because, she thinks, Logan needs all the luck he can get--placing it in the bit of hair just above his left ear. And she tries very hard not to think about how his hand had been in her hair the night before.
Which is, of course, easier said than done, because when you tell your head not to think something, what does it want to do? She hasn't learned how to get around this yet.
Blushing like she had last night, her hand pulls back from the side of his face. She doesn't want to address it; thinks she could just go from here with relative ease is they didn't discuss it. But, of course, discussion is what he's come for. It's the first thing out of his mouth.
"No I'm not," she lies. And she does so terribly, not yet practiced in the art. It comes out too loud and too incredulous. Just too much in general. "Okay, fine, I was."
She bites her tongue for a moment.
"I was just embarrassed. Not because-- Not because of you, Logan, but--"
There are things about her life from before that she doesn't talk about. Not with Josephine, not with Logan, not with any of the teachers, or even Charles. (Though Charles, she thinks, probably knows.) And she wishes, for a moment--because it would be easier for her--that Logan's gift wasn't one of the future, but of one's past.
"--for being so jumpy."
while he isn't entirely sure he believes her - or, at the very least, isn't sure that's the entire truth, as though there might be something she's not saying - logan nods and lets his fingertips brush at the little clover she's tucked by his ear. it's a sweet gesture and it endears him to her so strongly, he almost sways on the spot in her direction.
" don't be embarrassed -- please? we're friends, right? " he never had friends before westchester, not many kids his age in the neighbourhood and the uncanny way he always seemed to know things put the ones in his class off in the way kids know to cross the street by the scary house. like he was haunted. like they knew there was something wrong on instinct. (homo sapien has a wicked sense of self-preservation.) the thought of losing one of the few he does have isn't a pleasant one - her, josh, josie, sean. he doesn't want to lose it.
" if you want, we can just -- pretend like it didn't happen. no big deal. "
@vlyuvdova
" y'know, i really don't think you should be in here. "
@withbeasts / toni
" i'm a report--aw, sheesh. " he wipes coffee off his shirt. " i'm. a reporter. "
@newsworth
" -- logan joy, san francisco chronicle. chris, can the president comment on the length of time between her being put under anaesthesia and the v.p. stepping up? there are sources saying it was seven hours before the twenty-fifth was invoked. why the wait? who was in charge? "
@blemishez / for anyone!
" you know, that's really not supposed to go there. "