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he isn't exactly in a hurry for a good reason. well, it's a good reason to him and no one else. he's just getting away from people as quickly as he can. kids. he's surrounded by them all day, every day, and if he doesn't get a break once in a while, he goes a little nuts.

there's a cigar in his pocket, the weight of which he's acutely aware of, and he's bound for the outdoors so he can smoke it. even if he has to go to a designated spot so he doesn't face the wrath of xavier.

a woman he doesn't recognize has him stopping short of the exit, and his first instinct is to blow her off. once upon a time he would have, but he's an x-man now, and there are rules one has to follow when one is an x-man.

logan manages most of the time, if just barely.

"uh, yeah." a moment of hesitation before he takes her offered hand and gives it a firm shake. "that's me. i assume you're supposed to be here since charles hasn't sounded the alarm. you a new teacher or somethin'?"

She's only been to the mansion for a few days now, not having quite ran into everyone juyst yet - that is, until she's in the hall, noticing someone else beginning to walk by; either perhaps towards her, or simply going down the hall just as she was.

Polite smile is easy to rise, daring to be the one to approach with a hand held out towards him. Thoughts race on just which person this might be she's least heard about, just as she wonders if words been going through the mansion about herself.

"Hi, I'm Marie - You're. . .Logan, right?" Head tilts curiously as gaze cant help but flicker over him, relaxing as she lets her gaze see further, noticing the vibrant, orange aura around him. Something like fire, or maybe a sunset. . .interesting

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half the time ( christ, maybe more than half ) he has no idea what the hell wade is talking about. this would be one of those times. logan's pretty sure the man just loves the sound of his own voice more than anything. if they could hold a normal conversation for once, maybe he wouldn't get so irritated.

"just keep yer drool offa me, bub, got it?"

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bitey. someone woke up on the right side of wade's humiliation kink!

and soon his bed pls pls fingies crossed?

"look, torso a torso"—-(((mano a mano, you fucking normies)))-—huge 'Short Midriff' ackman, "any and all drooling happened strictly inside the mask. upstairs and... well, y'know which way the wind blows."

as above, so blow. ✝️❄️⛄🌨️

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"ah shit."

he might heal quickly, but it still hurts like hell. the older he gets the easier it is to shrug most of the pain off, but even a metal spine knocked out of place is going to mess him up for a hot minute. the moment tony's pulled him up, logan's legs give a wobble, and as much as he hates to show weakness, he's still grabbing onto the man's armored forearms so he doesn't faceplant in the middle of the street.

the moment passes, the piceces of shrapnel have all made their way out of his body, and the pain subsides. his only discomfort now lies in the blood that's drying on his skin. well that and the look tony is giving him.

"i handled it, didn't i?"

there's going to be a lot of clean up that he supposes stark industries will have to write a big, fat check for, but that's never been a concern of his.

"bad guys are dead, i'm not. another day in the life."

@what-the-stark from x

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"i was just taking a little nap!!" deadpool

"why don't you do me a fuckin' favor and take a permanent one."

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"So what I'm getting is that the tightness of your pants is directly proportional to the amount of ass that you kick? I'm gonna need to see the math on that."

"i ain't the numbers guy, tony, that's your department. you do the math. and show your work."

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"the hell do i care about gods? if the brotherhood wants to come after us, i sure as hell ain't gonna stand around doin' nothin'. besides, weren't you the one who told me to pick a side?"

✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧ ── ⟡˙ ̟ || @bonesrot

❛    There    is    no    war    so    hateful    to    the    gods    as    a    war    between    kin.    ❜

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We moved on WAY too fvking quickly from this…

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Watching Wolverine run on all fours awoke something in me. 💛

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"hi." his face relaxes into a warm smile at her touch, at her teasing. "you know you make it hard to keep up my surly reputation. yes, a' course i missed you. everybody else is boring." his thumb brushes back and forth over her cheek until he's curling his fingers to tuck strands of hair behind her ear. "so, what kind of trouble are you lookin' for, exactly?"

❛ yes. ❜ she's not telling him which one it is ( it's both ), that'd be no fun at all! but she does scoot a little closer so she can reach out and wipe the drop of water from his cheek. ❛ when have i ever not been looking for trouble? how do you think i keep finding you, @bonesrot? ❜ slim fingers wrap around his wrist to pull his hand over to her, pressing a kiss to the center of his palm before resting it lightly against her cheek so she can lean into it. ❛ hi, by the way. ❜

❛ miss me? don't fib, i'll know if you do. ❜

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DEADPOOL & WOLVERINE 2024 | dir. Shawn Levy

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"Okay but...why a Honda? Are we undercover as implausibly hot soccer dads, or?"

"listen, just trust me. might be stupid lookin' as hell but the odyssey will hold up under a lot of wear and tear. a lot."

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"yeah i get it, but the answer's still no."

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his chuckle is as dry and heavy as the air. logan swats lazily at a fly buzzing near his ear as he stands up from the lawn chair and tugs the pitcher from jacob's hands before he drops the thing. "not gonna lie," he begins without looking away from the glass he's pouring tea into, "i didn't think i was gonna either, but i'm makin' an effort to not be that guy." down he sets the pitcher and up he takes the glasses, handing one over as he lifts his own to his lips. "don't ask the other x-men how that's goin' so far."

august is fermenting ; he can feel it in his chest , can smell it in the back of his nose --- that mulching tang of a dead thing just starting to turn in the back forty comprised of dry grass and sprigs of alfalfa bloom , making up the backside of his grandmama's house . that house is empty now . the folks never did figure out what they were going to do with that poor thing , a battered and sickly baby blue box brimming with the lifeblood of only the church knew how many generations before the heughs bought that land . " not gonna lie , darlin' , " the pitcher's too heavy , it's grip too curvaceous --- his hand hurts , but heugh keeps ahold of it all the same , offering out the tea to his company , just as he should . perhaps some things are worth holding onto . " i didn't think you were gonna stay . "

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Just two emotionally damaged gay boys being held at gunpoint by their silly (also emotionally damaged) boyfriends

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"hey, do you smoke?" laura

"cigars, yes i do and no you can't."