#I will never emotionally recover from this movie
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gallnerkyle · 11 months ago
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DINNER IN AMERICA 2020 ― dir. Adam Rehmeier
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phieillydinyia · 6 months ago
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Candle In The Wind Commission (Miraculous Ladybug)
A commissioned piece by the wonderful @yadiraonice2017 (on IG) of Ladybug trying to save her kitty from peril, for my Miraculous movie rewrite Candle In The Wind on AO3 (Set in chapter 13)
And I AM COMPLETELY OBSESSED WITH IT, LOOK AT THIS THING, IT'S ABSOLUTELY AMAZING 🥺😭💜✨💞💞💞💜💜💜💜✨
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hickeygender · 9 months ago
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clowningaroundmars · 11 months ago
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my absolute fave thing to read in punkflower fics is lovesick puppy hobie brown
cool-as-a-cucumber hobie overthinking miles' every move, leaving lingering touches on him, longing glances thrown his way
certified BAMF hobie hanging by a doorway or window just a second too long before leaving miles
"skinny-hot" hobie refusing to believe someone as ✨️cool✨️ as miles would be into someone like him
badass punk hobie just yearning and pining and practically draping himself all over miles in desperate attempts but then pulling back all scared when anyone even hints that they should get together
god, i need pining lovesick loser hobie like AIR rn 😭
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#clown horn#punkflower#spiderverse#can yall tell i am Not Normal rn#COOL HOT BADASS FUNNY HOBIE JUST!! *clenches fist* JUST!!! just fuckin swooning#like a victorian lady whenever miles does Anything#i mean do yall SEE the way he pays attention to and looks at miles in the movie?#i am unwell. i will never be able to emotionally recover from this#just... god. i love it#hobie brown spider punk just trailing after miles#joking with him and wrapping him up in all of the clothes he can manage to bring#practically screaming silently for miles' attention at every moment#showing off a lil bit when theyre swinging#dont get me wrong hobie is a very very cool guy. when miles isnt there#miles: shows up#hobie: immediately turns into the worlds biggest clumsiest clown to ever exist#miles: smiles#hobie: crashes into 2 walls a telephone pole and falls over a fence#bonus points if miles literally has zero clue the entire time#bc like obviously miles KNOWS hobie is ridiculously hot. this is canon#but SURELY someone like hobie has nooooo interest in him whatsoEVER right guys? …right? ahaha#IDIOTS the both of them#idiots in love#this is a trope i will never tire of ever#also the skinny-hot comment is a reference to the official atsv script#LOOK IT UP IF YOU HAVENT ALREADY#it is filled to brim with homosexuality and plenty of funny ass lines of miles being jealous#but miles my boy. my baby boy#look at me#you need not be jealous of hobie. YOURE the one in the middle of the love triangle NOT GWEN
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darkdragon768 · 2 years ago
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I'm so fucking tired of Major Character Deaths just for the Character to come back to life at the very end of the story because of uwu happy endings uwu
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rovermcfly · 2 years ago
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askinkiskarma · 2 years ago
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Neteyam is so fourth of July 🥲
YOU WILL NOT REST UNTIL I'M DEAD RIP ME I DIED DEAD
The evil, it spread like a fever ahead
It was night when you died, my firefly
What could I have said to raise you from the dead?
Oh, could I be the sky on the Fourth of July?
Did you get enough love, my little dove?
Why do you cry?
And I'm sorry I left, but it was for the best
Though it never felt right
ily and keep them coming even if they rip my soul apart
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phagodyke · 8 months ago
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wugh..
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riickgrimes · 1 year ago
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god the tv show is gonna tear me apart as much as the movie did isn’t it
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So basically the entire character list of The ballad of songbirds and snakes is the exes from hell
1. Coriolanus Snow
-Mansplain Manipulate Manwhore
-Great hair and fashion sense
-Love bombs you
-Old money
-His (grand)mom hates you because her son can do no wrong so clearly you're the problem
-His favourite hobby is emotional and mental abuse
-Snitches on you when cheating at family board game night (he's deflecting that he's also cheating)
-Emotionally stagnant (narcissist with mommy and daddy issues)
2. Sejanus Plinth
-Loves you to bits, so does his mom (your waistline will never truly recover)
-Indecisive about where to grab dinner always
-New money and it shows in his insecurity
-Supportive asf
-Breaks up with you because he can't be with a non pacifist/vegan
-Daddy issues
-Condemns Shein hauls
-Identity crisis every other week, you'll have to talk him out of a buzz cut, jumping off the ledge or giving all his money to scammers (if you collect all the stamps you'll get a financial compensation from his dad on the wedding day)
3. Lucy Gray Baird
-Her Ex is a dick, will stalk and harass you
-Her family is a bunch of hippies, will make you eat with your hands, on the floor, while singing Kumbaya
-Sings you to sleep, braids your hair
-Almost poisoned you thrice cause she doesn't understand you shouldn't mix cleaning products together
-Old soul
-Thrifts, recycles
-Puts salt in your coffee after arguments
-Ghosts you after your make or break argument
4. Casca Highbottom
-Never asks about your day, his is always worse
-Drug addict in denial
-Weird beef with his old classmate's son (he never lets anything go)
-Dislikes people, which would be fine if you weren't included
-Always on some sardonic shit, probably a business major with a psych minor
-His pills take all the space in the shared bathroom, your makeup will be shoved in the far lowest drawer next to the TP
-His ancient ass coworkers hit on you at symposiums, he's too high off bathroom cocaine to stop them (or gets off, either way you're tired and want home)
5. Dr Gaul
-Devil Incarnate
-You somehow rizzed her up at a function and she's been showing up at your house ever since (you don't how but she has both the address and a key)
-Petting zoo type of owner
-She always smells like chemicals and latex
-Asks you unhinged "Would you rather" questions and refuses to drop it (makes your Would you love me if i were a worm ex cute by a long shot)
-Will perform experiments on you without your knowledge or consent
-Insists her pet snake shares your bed
-Freak in the streets and the sheets (the restraining order won't even go through cause she's in cahoots with half the Government)
-Definitely wanted for war crimes somewhere, the G in Geneva convention stands for Gaul
6. Lucky Flickerman
-A clown.
-His hair and skincare products take over the entire bathroom/vanity
-He can't dress to save his life, but he sure thinks he can
-Golden retriever boyfriend energy
-Steals your concealer, refuses to admit it
-Would you like to see a magic trick? What do you mean this is a serious fight, there's a quarter up your nose
-Impulsive buyer, has 13 snow globes of panem because they were on sale and looked shiny
-Even his pet thinks he's a dumbass
-Cries during movies
7. Tigris
-Yes she do the cooking, yes she do the cleaning
-Insecure about her appearance (critical, will cost you)
-Her family is a bunch of snobs
-Anything she touches turns into gold
-Her cousin can do no wrong, you have to accommodate everything for him or she'll die (and he never even visits, "just in case")
-Her grandmother is a package deal, I hope you like boomer propaganda and info commercials early on Sunday morning
-Empathetic asf
-Puts everyone's needs above hers (and unfortunately yours)
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yandere-wishes · 1 year ago
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Long ramble anon here, I'm happy you liked my long ask I was just concerned that I put way too much as I have a tendency to hyperfixate snd overexplain, hence the tldr at the end. To be honest ever since seeing the fox beastman I've been on a bit of a kick with theorizing things for him. (Did the same thing with Rollo hehe) Anyway, if you want some more of my takes I'm happy to share.
Alright so you know how beastmen retain some of their animalistic traits? Well my brain immediately goes to what this means for their romantic endeavors and courting behaviors. Not much is known about the courting process for foxes, but we do know that scent marking and loud vocal barking is used to attract a mate. How does this carry over to a humanoid fox? Well, my theory is that he will likely give his darling something like his coat, or spray whatever cologne he uses on their things or use more of it when he knows he's going to see them. As for the loud vocal barking you better believe my mind immediately went to him just belting out a serenade for his darling, regardless of how he actually may sound I think he's self-assured and prideful enough to believe this would definitely entice his soon to be mate.
Another interesting thing about foxes is that they are monogamous to a fault, rarely ever taking another mate after the passing of their partner, instead remaining loyal until their own passing (at least this was what I've read in my admittedly surface level research). To me this means two things, 1) once Fellow sets his eyes on a darling that's absolutely it for him regardless of how he has to get them by his side it is an inevitability so if they would just be a good dear and surrender early on everything could be so much better, and 2) should anything unfortunate befall to his darling he wouldn't ever fall for anyone else and likely never fully recover emotionally.
Tldr; The fox man would woo his darling with his surely illustrious (at least to him) voice and his cologne or perhaps natural pheromones, and once he woos them Fellow would never so much as look at another in the same light.
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Don't apologize Anon!! I love it when people send in long asks about their hyperfixations!! It feels so endearing and sweet and makes me want to give you a big hug!! I'm literally the same when it comes to hyperfixate and overexplain, when I'm obsessed with something (TV show, movie, game, etc) I need to feel it in my veins!! Plus being able to chat about it with people on Tumblr is always one of the best parts!!
I can't stop laughing at the thought of Fellow sending his darling with loud obnoxious barking 🤣🤣 Bonus points if the reader is a regular human and just stares at him confused, while Leona, Ruggie, and Jack just nod in approval in the background (or in anger and disbelief, depends on the scenario). The idea of him sharing his cologne and jacket with Reader is actually really sweet. I like to think that some ways down the line if Fellow ever had to go away for an extended period of time. Reader would just cuddle into a corner hugging his jacket and spraying some of his cologne on herself. He'd be so delighted coming home and smelling his scent so strongly on his beloved.
I love this!! Just Fellow knowing that reader is the one from the first look 😍😍😍😍 He's so smitten and lays on the charm extra thick. Wanting them all so badly and doing anything to get them. If Reader should die (Lord forbid) Fellow definitely wouldn't get another partner BUT he'd also go the extra mile and try to resurrect them. Magic exists in Twisted Wonderland so I'm sure someone out there has the ability to raise the dead. He'd do absolutely anything to hold you in his arms again.
Look Reader is getting a really sweet deal here. A tall handsome man (+ bonus he comes with A SUPER FLUFFY TAIL AND EARS) with a smooth voice, and a charming personality. Willing to give her anything, do anything for her, and make sure she had the best life imaginable. He's physically incapable of cheating and would fawn over the reader like a lovestruck puppy. He's literally just perfect!! Ignoring the manipulative tendencies, obsessive behavior, and ability to maim someone with his teeth😊😊
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a-dance-for-two · 5 months ago
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Heyo, I wanted to ask for a Wu Kong, Macaque or Red Son x fem! Reader
I just finished watching Grave of the Fireflies for the first time and I cried for half of it so I’m just in major need of some fluff and comfort (seriously I will never emotionally recover from this /hj)
Oh no, I’ve heard that movie is really sad, I hope you feel better soon! Sad movies always manage to make me upset for days. I couldn’t choose, so you’ll just get all three, thank you so much for requesting!
Wukong, Macaque and Red Son sad movie hcs
Wukong
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Yeah, he chose the movie
He thought it would just be an excuse to cuddle because you’d get a little upset
But he didn’t expect you to start crying
He felt really really bad, and didn’t know what to do
He just held you and wiped away your tears
Macaque
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You chose the movie
He didn’t really want to watch it
He didn’t understand why he you got upset about it, but he tried his best to comfort you
He tried to tell you a joke but it was the stupidest thing ever
But since it was so stupid, it managed to make you laugh
Red Son
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He’s a sucker for sad movies, but he’d never tell
He was crying with you
Luckily, he was prepared with tissues and tons of pillows
He was a bit too dramatic about it though
You couldn’t bring it up for a week afterwards without him ‘wiping a tear from his eye’
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lilydalexf · 1 month ago
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hello! I'm new to following you on Tumblr, but I followed your content from Golgle, I wanted to know if by any chance you knew of any fanfic in which Scully recovered her memories of the abduction, I've been wanting to read one like that for a while, but I can't find it, thanks!
Welcome, and thank you for the ask! Here are some good fics where Scully remembers something about her season 2 abduction. Enjoy!
12 Rites of Passage: Regression by Anne Haynes Part 9 of the 12 Rites of Passage series: Mulder and Scully seek a missing woman and discover frightening truths about their pasts. (Sequel to the series: 12 Degrees of Separation.)
Anamorphosis by Megan Reilly Assigned to find a horrifying serial murderer, Agent Scully discovers things about herself and her past that she never suspected.
Comfortably Numb by Paige Caldwell There is no pain...you are receding...a distant ship...smoke on the horizon...you are coming through in waves...Your lips move but I can't hear what you say...I have become comfortably numb...
The Cry of the Truth by A.I. Irving As their love affair unfolds, Scully reveals to Mulder a painful secret relating to her abduction. Mulder's reaction tests their bond and eventually leads Scully to discover a few truths about herself.
Dance Without Sleeping by wonderland (@amplifyme) Scully learns to live with her cancer and take back control of her life. Meanwhile, Mulder works on fulfilling a wish list. (Fic in the same universe: Into Each Other Sinking.)
grief by ms_starlight71 Scully goes in for a routine pap smear sometime post-cancer arc and has a panic attack/flashback related to her abduction.
i'm still in love with who i wish you were by comeherebooch “You were abducted, Scully,” Mulder said, sensing her confusion, “do you remember anything?” Post Requiem.
Ingénue by Punk (@punkm) Mulder and Scully investigate the circumstances surrounding a fifteen-year-old girl's multiple disappearances.
locking out the ghosts by skuls (@ghostbustermelanieking) Post-Emily arc, an emotionally vulnerable Scully breaks off the incredibly new relationship she and Mulder have recently been engaged in. As the season moves forward, how do they cope with this new development in their relationship, and how do the stressful situations their job puts them in affect this?
Malleus Maleficarum by Pellinor A stranger with a tempting offer promises hope in Mulder's time of need. Refusal could cost him and Scully their lives, but could the price of acceptance be greater still?
Movie Night by @nowwhateinstein “Talk about spooky,” he says as the movie fades to black and the credits begin to roll. She laughs and gives a small shake of her head. “That word,” she says. “It means something different to me now.”
Revanche by Ryo Sen Revanche - (noun) political policy designed to recover lost territory or status
Skin by Annie Sewell-Jennings In a world where Mulder and Scully have never met, fate intervenes and brings two worlds colliding in the city of Charleston, as a vicious murderer reigns and a storm approaches.
Right Hand Return by orphan_account An alternative universe in which Scully is returned from her abduction with a baby, no memories of anything prior to her captivity and some PTSD.
Time Can Heal by PostApocolypticAlien (@scullysexual) Mulder realises that his quest for the truth costs too much (WIP)
Truthseekers by Leyla Harrison (No summary provided)
until it heals by actualchangeling (@actual-changeling) Nightmares cannot be fought with logic or light, there is no way of expelling them from her brain, not a single moment of peace to catch her breath. Scully knows one thing that always helps, though. Or rather—someone. When she finds herself lost and drowning, she calls the one person in the world whom she trusts to keep her safe. She calls Mulder.
The Way by KMNAHILL and MD1016 Scully becomes mysteriously ill. Mulder, Melissa, and Tao help to heal her. / On assignment in Chicago, Scully’s illness progresses. / An assignment in Oregon turns out to be more than first expected. Humorous antics from the Lone Gunmen. / Samantha returns and isn’t what Mulder had expected.
White Light by aka_Jake While investigating a young woman's claim of alien abduction, Mulder and Scully are led on a cross-country chase of intrigue and murder. As they search for answers, Scully's own abduction memories resurface.
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maybe-im-dark · 4 months ago
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Through the dark
Summary: After the events of Deadpool and Wolverine, Wade takes on the challenge of helping Logan quit alcohol and recover from years of self-destructive habits.
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Logan had always been a man of few words, a wall of gruff strength hiding a lifetime of pain. But recently, that wall had started to crumble. Wade wasn’t surprised—he could see the cracks even before Logan did. After all, you didn’t go through what Logan had without some serious damage. Physically, Logan could take any hit and bounce back, but emotionally? That was a whole different story.
The apartment was dim, lit only by the flickering glow of a half-broken TV screen playing some Western movie. Logan lay on the bed, drenched in sweat, his face twisted in pain as the withdrawal ravaged his body. He hadn’t touched a bottle of whiskey in days—hell, maybe even weeks—but it still felt like he was being ripped apart from the inside.
Wade stood by the door, leaning against the frame, his usual cocky grin absent. He wasn’t making jokes tonight. Not when Logan was going through this.
“You know,” Wade said, his voice softer than usual, “if you wanted to hang out more, all you had to do was ask. Didn’t have to go and quit drinking to get my attention.”
Logan let out a low, pained grunt, clutching his stomach as another wave of nausea hit him. Wade crossed the room in a few quick strides, grabbing the bucket they’d kept nearby just in case.
“Easy, big guy,” Wade murmured, holding the bucket steady as Logan dry-heaved into it. “I got you.”
Logan’s whole body trembled as he leaned over the bucket, his breath coming in ragged gasps. His ribs were painfully visible under his sweat-soaked skin, his face pale and gaunt. Wade had seen Logan in bad shape before—he’d watched the guy take bullets to the face and walk it off—but this? This was something else. This was the kind of pain that didn’t heal overnight.
After a few agonizing minutes, Logan slumped back against the pillow, his breathing shallow. Wade set the bucket aside and grabbed a damp cloth, wiping the sweat from Logan’s forehead.
“Why are you doing this?” Logan rasped, his voice rough from vomiting. His eyes flickered up to Wade, filled with a mixture of frustration and vulnerability.
Wade shrugged, trying to keep his tone light. “Well, someone’s gotta make sure you don’t end up face-down in your own puke. Plus, you know, I just love playing nurse.”
Logan grunted, closing his eyes. He looked so damn tired—more tired than Wade had ever seen him. And that was saying something. The guy had lived through centuries of wars, loss, and god knows what else, but this battle? This one was hitting him hard.
“Can’t believe you’re doing this for me,” Logan muttered, his voice barely audible. “You don’t even like me.”
Wade paused, looking down at Logan. The guy had no idea how wrong he was.
“You’re wrong,” Wade said quietly, his voice uncharacteristically serious. “I like you just fine. You’re like a cactus—prickly on the outside, but deep down, you’re full of... well, whatever the hell’s inside cactuses. Point is, you’re not getting rid of me that easily.”
Logan didn’t respond, but Wade saw the slight tension in his shoulders relax, just a little. Wade pulled up a chair beside the bed and sat down, watching as Logan drifted in and out of sleep, his body still wracked with tremors.
It hadn’t always been like this.
Logan was a survivor, a fighter. Wade had seen it firsthand, on the battlefield and off. But alcohol had been his crutch for too long—something to drown out the nightmares that never really went away. Every bottle was a temporary escape, a way to forget the pain of immortality, the faces of everyone he’d lost.
And now? Now Logan had decided to face it head-on, cold turkey, with nothing but his sheer stubbornness and a bit of Wade’s relentless support to carry him through.
Quitting alcohol had been Wade’s idea, originally. Not that he’d expected Logan to listen. But something had changed after their last mission. Something had broken in Logan, and he’d finally agreed to try.
That’s how they ended up here, in this small, shitty apartment, with Logan going through the worst of withdrawal and Wade doing his best to keep him from falling apart.
INT. LOGAN AND WADE’S APARTMENT – KITCHEN – MORNING
It had been two weeks since Logan had his last drink. Two brutal, hellish weeks.
He was starting to look better now, though. His ribs were still visible, but the gauntness in his face had softened slightly. He was eating more regularly, thanks to Wade’s constant badgering—and cooking. Wade wasn’t exactly a five-star chef, but he knew how to grill a steak, and that’s what Logan had been living off of lately.
Wade stood at the stove, flipping a steak with a spatula, watching the blood sizzle as it hit the pan. He threw a glance over his shoulder at Logan, who sat at the small kitchen table, staring blankly ahead.
“You know,” Wade said conversationally, “you could at least pretend to be excited about the fact that I’m making you food. This is prime-grade steak, my friend. The good stuff. Not that cheap crap.”
Logan grunted, his eyes still distant. Wade sighed dramatically, turning back to the stove.
“I swear, you’re the only guy I know who can make eating a steak look like a funeral.”
Logan finally looked up, his gaze meeting Wade’s for the first time in hours. There was something in his eyes—something raw, like the pain hadn’t quite left yet. Wade knew what that felt like. He knew what it was like to have ghosts that wouldn’t stop haunting you, even when you were wide awake.
Wade plated the steak and set it in front of Logan with a flourish, like he was a waiter at some fancy restaurant. Logan stared at it for a long moment before picking up the fork and knife. He cut into the meat, the blood pooling around the cut. It was just how he liked it—rare, almost raw.
Wade watched, his mouth quirking into a grin as Logan took his first bite.
“Well?” Wade asked, leaning against the counter. “Am I a genius, or am I a genius?”
Logan chewed slowly, his face unreadable. For a moment, Wade thought maybe he’d screwed it up somehow, but then Logan swallowed and set the fork down.
“It’s good,” Logan said quietly.
Wade’s grin widened.
“Damn right it is. You’re welcome.”
Logan kept eating, and Wade watched him, the tension in the room easing slightly. Logan was still recovering—both from the alcohol and the years of malnutrition—but at least he was eating again. Wade had been shoving food in his face for weeks, determined to get Logan back to his old, gruff, muscular self.
It was working, slowly but surely. Logan’s ribs weren’t as prominent as before, and there was a little more muscle on his frame now. His cheeks weren’t as hollow, and the dark circles under his eyes had faded a bit. He still had a long way to go, but Wade wasn’t about to let him give up now.
INT. BEDROOM – NIGHT
The nightmares still came.
Logan thrashed in his sleep, his brow furrowed in pain. Wade sat on the edge of the bed, watching over him like some kind of twisted guardian angel. He’d lost count of how many times he’d woken up to the sound of Logan screaming, trapped in some hellish memory from his past.
Tonight was no different.
Logan jolted awake, his chest heaving, his fists clenched. He blinked, disoriented, before his eyes landed on Wade sitting there, watching him.
“You alright?” Wade asked, his voice soft.
Logan didn’t answer right away. His breath was still shaky, his body tense. Wade had seen that look before—the look of a man haunted by things no one else could see.
“I’m fine,” Logan muttered eventually, though it was clear he wasn’t.
Wade didn’t push. He knew better than to try and get Logan to talk about his nightmares. They were too personal, too raw. Instead, he leaned back, his usual sarcastic tone creeping into his voice.
“Gotta say, your sleep schedule is worse than mine. And that’s saying something.”
Logan snorted, rubbing his face with one hand.
“Guess I’ve got a lot on my mind,” Logan said gruffly.
Wade’s expression softened, just a little. He wanted to say something comforting, something that might make Logan feel better, but he wasn’t great at that kind of thing. So instead, he leaned forward, his eyes narrowing playfully.
“You know what might help? Some more steak. Bloody as hell. Just the way you like it. Or maybe we can watch a movie? I’ve got Shrek 2 queued up. It’s a classic—great for stress relief, I swear.”
Logan shot him a sideways glance, part amused and part exasperated. It was a look Wade had become familiar with. One that said, I don’t hate you, but I might punch you if you keep talking.
“Not in the mood for ogres tonight, Wade", Logan answered his voice low.
Wade shrugged dramatically, flopping back on the bed next to Logan, his arms behind his head.
Wade sighed. "Fine, no ogres. But seriously, man, you need to get your beauty sleep. You’re already starting to look less like a starved bear and more like, I don’t know, a well-fed, angry one.”
Logan didn’t respond, but the corner of his mouth twitched—barely noticeable, but it was there. Wade took that as a victory. He glanced sideways at Logan, his tone softening.
“Look, I’m not gonna pretend I know what’s going on in that head of yours. You’ve been through more shit than anyone, and I’m not exactly an expert on emotional stuff. But... you’re not alone. Not anymore”, Wade added.
Logan sighed, his body sinking deeper into the mattress. He stared up at the ceiling, his thoughts a chaotic mess. He had never been good at talking about what was going on inside his head. Even after all these years, it was easier to drown it in alcohol than face it. But Wade—Wade had been here, through the worst of it, and Logan couldn’t bring himself to push him away, not after everything.
“I appreciate it, Wade. I do. But it’s... it’s gonna take time”, Logan said quietly.
Wade didn’t need to say anything in return. He just nodded, understanding. Time was something Logan had plenty of, even if it felt like a curse more than a blessing.
A FEW DAYS LATER
Logan stood in the kitchen, his hands wrapped around a mug of black coffee. The smell of sizzling steak filled the air once again—Wade’s attempt at cooking, which had surprisingly become better over the last few weeks. The healing factor might have saved Logan from physical wounds, but Wade knew it couldn’t heal the things that had been festering inside him for years. No one could, really.
Wade appeared next to him, setting a plate down on the counter with an exaggerated flourish.
“Tada! The most beautiful steak you’ve ever seen. Just like me”, Wade exclaimed gleefully.
Logan rolled his eyes but sat down at the small kitchen table anyway. He wasn’t about to admit it, but Wade’s efforts had been helping. The days of gnawing hunger had slowly started to fade as Wade made sure he ate regularly—steaks, eggs, protein shakes, whatever Logan needed to keep his body from deteriorating.
And the alcohol? That was still a battle. The cravings hadn’t gone away, but they weren’t as suffocating as they had been in the beginning. Cold turkey was brutal, but it was working, at least for now.
Logan cut into the steak, the knife sliding easily through the tender, rare meat. He chewed in silence, savoring the taste. It wasn’t just the food—it was the fact that, for the first time in years, he actually wanted to eat. His body was starting to feel stronger, more alive.
Wade sat across from him, watching intently. He was quieter than usual, which was rare, but Logan appreciated it. There was a lot Wade didn’t say, and Logan knew it was his way of letting him recover without pushing too hard.
“So... feelin’ a little less like death warmed over today?”
Logan nodded, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.
“Yeah. I guess”, he muttered.
Wade smirked, crossing his arms over his chest.
“Good. Because I was thinking—if you’re feeling up to it—we could go out. You know, get some fresh air. I hear there’s this nice park nearby. Maybe we can scare some pigeons, throw a few swings at each other. Real bonding time.”
Logan snorted, shaking his head. “Bonding time? You’re full of shit, Wade.”
Wade feigned a gasp, clutching his chest dramatically.
“Me? Full of shit? Never. I am a beacon of truth and righteousness!”, he practically yelled.
Logan chuckled, the sound rough but genuine. It was the first time in a long while that he felt something close to normal. Maybe this recovery thing wasn’t as impossible as he’d thought.
INT. APARTMENT – NIGHT
Logan lay in bed, staring up at the ceiling again. His muscles ached, not from withdrawal this time, but from actual exertion. Wade had dragged him to the park earlier, and despite himself, Logan had enjoyed it. The fresh air, the movement, the brief sparring match they’d had—it had made him feel alive.
Now, as the apartment settled into silence, Logan could feel the weight of everything pressing in again. It wasn’t as crushing as before, but it was there, lurking in the background, like a constant reminder of the battles he still had to fight.
Wade walked into the room, his footsteps uncharacteristically quiet. He leaned against the doorframe, his arms crossed.
“Can’t sleep again, huh?”
Logan didn’t respond right away. He just lay there, listening to the sound of Wade’s breathing.
“Not really”, he mumbled.
Wade walked over to the bed and sat down at the edge, his usual playful grin absent. He glanced at Logan, then looked away, his voice softer than usual.
“You know... it’s okay to not be okay, right?”, the merc asked.
Logan’s jaw tightened, his eyes flicking up to meet Wade’s. “I’ve been ‘not okay’ for longer than I can remember.”
Wade nodded, understanding. “Yeah. I get that.”
For a long time, neither of them said anything. The silence stretched between them, but it wasn’t uncomfortable. It was the kind of silence that comes from knowing someone’s got your back, no matter how fucked up things are.
Finally, Logan shifted, pushing himself up slightly so he was sitting against the headboard.
“You ever think it’s not worth it? The healing, the... trying to be better?”, he said.
Wade looked at him, his eyes serious for once.
“Every damn day. But then I remember... there’s chimichangas. And Shrek. And you, of course. You’re like, third on the list, but still, you’re there.”
Logan snorted, shaking his head. He didn’t have the energy to argue, but Wade’s weird sense of humor was strangely comforting. It was something to hold onto, something to remind him that maybe—just maybe—there was still something good in the world.
“Thanks”, Logan quipped, gruffly.
Wade raised an eyebrow. “For what? The steak or the life-changing wisdom?”
“Both, I guess.”
Wade grinned, standing up and heading toward the door.
“Anytime, buddy. Now get some sleep. We’ve got a big day tomorrow—more steak, maybe a chimichanga or two, and if you’re lucky, I might even let you watch Shrek 2.”
Logan rolled his eyes but didn’t argue. As Wade left the room, he settled back into bed, the tension in his body easing slightly. The road to recovery was still long, but for the first time in a while, Logan felt like he wasn’t walking it alone.
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onyx-is-a-loser · 1 month ago
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!! SPOILERS !! Arcane: Season 2, Episode 7 (LONG A- BRAINDUMP)
Found this in my drafts and it’s kinda too funny not to post (sorry if it makes no sense, I was very emotional)
LITERALLY the most emotionally violent thing I’ve ever experienced and I NEED to talk about it:
OKAY so like, Ekko wakes up in this dream world where everything is perfect and I’m like "aww cute, it’s like a Hallmark movie," and then 2 SECONDS later “WAIT NO, THIS ISN’T REAL, PLEASE DON’T DO THIS TO ME” because the moment he gets comfortable, the show’s like, “LOL nope, here’s reality, have fun with the trauma, buddy.”
THE CONTRAST. THE JUxtaposition of dream vs. nightmare?? I can’t breathe.
I’m screaming because Ekko’s dream world is all golden light and perfect and everyone is alive, and I’m sitting here like “YES, PLEASE LET HIM LIVE IN THIS ALTERNATE UNIVERSE WHERE HIS FAMILY DOESN’T DIE” and then reality is sharp and cold and cracked and I’m CAN YOU PLEASE NOT JUST SHOVE THIS MUCH PAIN INTO MY FACE???
The clock motif is an entire thesis on grief and time, why is this show so goddamn smart?? Ekko’s dream world is a pristine clock, but the real world is “lol no time doesn’t work that way, here’s a broken, rusted piece of trash” and I’m sitting here like, YES, tell me more about how time is a construct and I’m crying because none of us can go back and fix things. THANKS, ARCANE, FOR THE PAIN.
ALSO
Powder in the dream world?? She’s soft and innocent and I “holy SHIT this is the Powder we could have had, this is what she could have been if everything wasn’t so messed up,” and then I blink and she’s Jinx again, chaotic, explosive, neon nightmare fuel, and I’m just lying on the floor like "why do I do this to myself." I LOVE HER DONT GET ME WRONG BUT I ALSO WANT HER TO BE HAPPY
And don’t even get me started on Ekko and Powder dancing like it’s some kind of tragic, beautifully animated nightmare. I’m crying, I’m sobbing, I’m screaming, because this is the kind of thing that could have been real if the fate of their world didn’t DESTROY THEM. Who hurt you, Ekko? WHO HURT YOU BOTH??
The soundtrack in this episode is too much for me to handle. It starts off all soft and whimsical like “oh, this is nice, everything’s fine, I’m fine,” and then—BOOM—reality hits and I’m curled in a ball crying because it feels like every note is punching me in the gut. (This will definitely be a separate post)
There’s just so much GRIEF in this episode. Like, Ekko doesn’t want to leave the dream world because it’s everything he ever wanted, and honestly, I GET IT. Who wouldn’t want to live in a universe where your worst trauma never happens?? But then he HAS to leave because it’s not real, and reality is just there, waiting to crush you like a hextech bomb.
And I swear to god, the entire episode is a metaphor for “it’s not your fault, but it still hurts, and you can’t change the past, and that’s the worst part.” So yeah, I’m just sitting here trying to figure out how to recover from this emotional rollercoaster that is literally breaking my brain.
Arcane is a work of art, but it’s also a weapon of mass destruction. And I am DONE.
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sugarpasteltmnt · 11 months ago
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Hi! I had a question regarding the last chapter, Leo doesn't recognizes Cassandra because he doesn't remember her? Because the story takes place after the fight with the Shredder and the Kraang so it's imposible he doesn't know Cassandra is no longer with the foot.
Btw I have read so many fics of rise and in my opinion your is by far my favorite. You are doing amazing!
⚠️Chapter 21 Spoilers!⚠️
thank you so much!!! I’m so glad you like it! 🩵
But as far as Cass goes— season 2 ended right after The Shredder fight, right? I personally believe that there would be very little contact with Cassandra immediately after the fight. After all, the fam lost their home and had to find a new lair. They needed time to recover from the fight, both physically and emotionally. And I’d imagine there was some…. hard feelings towards the person who released a world-dominating terror on their family who nearly killed their dad.
That being said, I like to believe that Cass’ contact with the boys was pretty minimal prior to the invasion. I like to keep the amount of time between the end of season 2 and the start of the ROTTMNT movie up for interpretation, but I still feel like Cass' relationship with the Hamatos is... 'complicated' during that time. Maybe she got along with Splinter, but I imagine the brothers would have a harder time accepting her, even if she defected from the Foot. In the fic, it’s post-invasion (and after Leo is lost to the Prison Dimension) that the Casey Jones Jr becomes the catalyst for Cassandra to bond with the Hamatos-- Leo wouldn’t have known how much she’s changed and grown as a person all this time.
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Leo’s a petty guy LOL
Throughout the show we see the cheeky, spiteful side of Leo and i love that. And after losing a good chunk of his sanity, he’ll only remember the ‘important’ things… and a bad bitch like Leo never forgets who wronged him. Or wronged his family. Seeing Cass and remembering the Shredder fight is all that mattered to him in that moment.
To Leo, it didn't matter if Cassandra had defected from the foot. Nor did he have the capacity to consider maybe she's changed in the heat of the moment. He only remembers her as Foot Clan, and the Foot Clan was bad bad B͕̙̦͆ͭ͟Ǎ̢͍̓̆͊ͯͦ͗D̍͜
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