#Or maybe the idea of someone like Wade existing

[chilledagridolce27]

"honey! she's hyperfixating again!"

[brainrotcharacters]

can I also add, for the rest of the class, that for someone so physically feral and zip-zappy during combat, the inside of Logan's mind/trauma is so peaceful and organized?

and for someone who, by all accounted weapons of twin swords and twin guns, objects of precision and accuracy btw, the inside of Wade's mind/trauma is messy and chaotic?

rewatching Deadpool and Wolverine and there's something to be said about how Wade's head was messier than Logan's

[sexy-monster-fucker]

Ghost of You

Logan Howlett/Wolverine x Mutant!Reader ANGST

Summary: After the events of Deadpool and Wolverine, Wade introduces Logan to the Reader. She looks just like his late wife from his Earth. When Logan starts treating her weirdly, she assumes he just doesn’t like her.

A/N: this is just a fun angsty idea I came up with. Love the idea of Logan having a late wife who haunts him everywhere he goes.

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He froze completely in his tracks when he saw you. Standing in Wade���s living room, a bright smile painted on your face.

“Logan this is Y/N. She’s one of my best friends,” Wade introduced you. You extended a hand out to him, “It’s so nice to meet you, Logan.” He scowled as he stared at your hand. Growling and storming off into his own room. You furrowed your brows, looking back at Wade. “Well that was fucking weird,” Wade blinked.

That had been the first time you met. It was months later and things had not improved much. Anytime you were together you could feel Logan’s eyes burning into you. He practically never spoke to you, but could never take his eyes off you. It confused you. Often made things completely awkward and unbearable.

You were all hanging out at a mutual friend’s house out near the lakes. Everyone in your friend group was there. Wade showed up late. You were excited to see Wade until you saw Logan trailing behind him. Heart sinking in your stomach and lump forming in your throat. In your panic, you headed outside to the lit fire pit. Alone away from everyone. You caught your breath.

You liked Logan. Logan when you weren’t around. Watching him from afar trying not to disturb him. Something about you made him uncomfortable. You wanted him to have an easy time adjusting to a whole new place. Trying your hardest to distance yourself anytime he was around so he could be his true self. You felt a sort of connection to Logan. You longed to be around him. Chalking it up to be some sort of crush you had formed.

You stared at your phone. Hearing everyone erupt in laughter together occasionally. Sad that you were having to miss out on the fun, but doing what you thought was right. Debating on leaving, instead of just watching everyone enjoy your absence. You were a people watcher though, it warmed your heart to see everyone inside having a good time.

One of the doors to the patio opened. Catching your attention at the sudden sound. It was Logan. Your eyes dropping down to your phone, trying to ignore him. He joined you at the fire pit, sitting next to you. He stared into the flames not even acknowledging your existence. You were confused why he would come out here with you. Complete silence other than the sounds of the outside world moving around you. Awkwardly shooting a glance over at him. His eyes meeting yours momentarily. Both of you darted your gaze back down.

“You look just like her,” he admitted.

You stiffened your back, trying your best not to look at him. Silence other than the crackling fire in front of you.

“Who?”

“My wife,” he sighed.

And then, everything clicked in your mind. It was not that he didn’t like you, it was that you looked like someone from his past.

“If there was another version of me on this Earth, maybe you’re the version of her for this one. Not that you owe me anything, you just look so much like her. So beautiful,” he trailed off. Embarrassing himself with his confession.

“You— She died on my Earth. Fighting in a war against other mutants. She was the best thing that ever happened to me. I never forgave myself for not being able to protect her,” Logan’s eyes fixated on you.

“Is that why you acted so cold the first time we met?” You quietly questioned.

“It was like seeing a ghost. You look just like her. Sound just like her. Hell, you even wear the same perfume,” his face fell into his hands. You never knew the Logan of your world. Seeing headlines in the news about him from time to time, but never knowing him personally. Yes, you were a mutant, but not a very mutant crossed paths.

“It was like I felt everything all over again. I never meant to be such a prick,” Logan grumbled into his hands. You silently sat as he sulked beside you. Clear distress written on his figure. Unsure of how to help him, wondering if speaking would only make things worse.

“What was she like?” You attempted to break the ice. Praying he would lighten up.

Deep hazel eyes peered at you over top his hands. Slight cock of an eyebrow on his heavy forehead. Sitting up straight and looking up at the sky, Logan sighed, soft chuckle painting his tone. “She was the life of every room she was in. Always cracking jokes, getting everyone else to smile. Kindest girl you’d ever meet. We worked at an academy, all the kids loved her. Looked up to her. Effortlessly beautiful. She could’ve had any guy she wanted, but she chose me. Look where that got her,” he trailed off looking down at the flames in front of him. You swallowed heavy. Unsure what to say back. “You’re a lot like her. Especially to hear everyone talk about you. The way everyone just flocks to you every time you enter a room, I— Wade had told me a lot about you,” Logan looked at you softer than normal.

You felt your face heat up. Not ever having anyone talk about you that way. Not knowing Wade had been gushing about you to his new roommate.

Crickets hummed in the distance, a familiar silence. Logan watched all your friends inside having fun. Smiling. “Everyone in there adores you. I’m sorry I’ve been taking you away from that with my mean mug,” Logan huffed.

“Do you think… I could get to know you,” you asked, doe eyes staring at Logan. His head whipping back to look at you. A face he had fallen in love with some time ago. Sitting right before him, staring back at him. Fluttering the lashes he had grown to love. Locks of hair the color he was used to rolling over and seeing sprawled across the pillow. Looking just as beautiful as the day he last held her in his arms.

“I’d- I’d love that,” Logan smiled at you. You returned his look, feeling a weight fall off your shoulders. Demeanors changing with the new found attitude between you. Deciding the best way to learn more about each other was just to ask outright.

“So, what’s your favorite color?”

“Red.”

Your conversation went on like this for the rest of the night. Chatting even as everyone else left the party. Wade watched with a smile on his face from inside.

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[END]

// Thank you so much for reading! This was just a quick fun concept I came up with the other day. Hope you enjoyed! If you have any requests, feel free to send them my way, or if you’d like to be tagged in any further Fics, let me know! //

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@toogaytofunctiondangit ~ @megangovier ~ @castle-of-ruin ~

[hanasnx]

MINORS DNI 18+

EX!DEADPOOL had no idea how you’d react to his transformation, or how he walked out on you because of it. However, moving on was about the furthest thing he could’ve come up with. Maybe it was wishful thinking to believe you’d wait for your seemingly dead ex-boyfriend/fiancé—he did propose with a ring pop, and you did say yes. That kind of thing doesn’t just pop out of existence because of a little thing like death got in the way. In a delusional way, he’d expected—fantasized that you’d simply be too heartbroken to see anyone else even though it’s entirely unrealistic. A body like yours? Deserves its fair share of worship. Baby, if it were up to him he’d be all up on that thing, putting it on you like it’s his full-time job. It used to be, anyway. Fucking like rabbits day in and day out, water and pee breaks in between heinous and dedicated copulation. He’s memorized your every inch, licked every inch, rubbed his wet dick every inch—and to think someone else might be doing the same. It’s a hard thought, but not impossible to swallow. Nothing a little visit to your bedroom window can’t cure. Sure, you told him you’re “kind of seeing someone else right now” and that “your life couldn’t be put on hold” and “he’s a really nice guy when you get to know him” but Wade’s never been the understanding type.

[resident-idiot-simp]

Wolverine getting some of Deadpool's 4th wall awareness because of the matter and antimatter ordeal

Featuring: @existentialgaybirdnerd @steriotypicaloutlaw

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More for @castielsprostate

Bird: Mind to mind communication using the voices even far apart

Ok ok but Logan who can now truly understand Wade and everyone is super confused by it. Also (I am convinced at least Vanessa thinks he's absolutely onto something so this just confirms it for her) But others start thinking Wade may not be completely insane possibly

On the other hand they now think Logan is insane as well which is just as funny.

But all of the small things that would change. Chef's kiss

Bird: They use the voices as a sort of comm link too, Logan can keep up with wade’s style of thinking now and can even finish his thoughts with him

But imagine everyone's reactions to the seamless communication between them. As well as Logan now talking into thin air like Wade does. It definitely gets people thinking

Ethan:

Now I'm just imagining a scenario where they're talking to Colossus or someone else and it's just

W- "Yeah, sometimes we finish each-"

L- other's sentences. It's really not"

W- "that big of a deal... And you were supposed to say sandwiches, we talked about this Peanut." Wolverine rolls his eyes and lovingly shakes his head.

(Bold is them both talking at the same time)

Bird: Logan would chime in with the wrong words sometimes specifically to fuck with Wade, and then when they’re both pissed they speak at the same time and in the same register and it gets creepy

Wade and Logan having conversations that make absolutely NO sense to anyone besides them. The boxes asking things or a conversation about other impossible things that others wouldn't know

Bird: There’s an entire four way conversation and the outsiders are only getting half of it lol

Also something that always gets me about characters being self aware is the implied idea nothing they do matters or it would hurt the others that are unaware. Well maybe more so the latter point. Because it doesn't matter if it's not technically real it's real to them so I just never like that argument. All to say I think Logan really just doesn't give a shit he isn't technically real

Bird: Oh absolutely not, Logan would have his first 4th wall break and just raise an eyebrow and look away and slowly as they happen more and more on purpose he does things to fuck with the audience

Wade talks to the audience to share a joke Logan talks to the audience to insult/mock them. Surprisingly it makes all the difference

Bird: Logan freaks people out by looking into the distance and spitting a kind of joking insult and then walking away

It also somehow convinces people that it's still definitely the same wolverine and he hasn't completely lost his mind

Bird: When people start getting more suspicious of him he’ll insult something and stalk off

Vanessa is elsewhere taking a victory lap. Also Laura is very confused but also falls into the they are onto something club. I feel like Al ABSOLUTELY believes they are onto something

Bird: Laura likes to try to spot what they’re talking to, looking in the vague directions they’re looking at. Al will simply hold out a hand to one of them, go “point me” and flips off whatever audience they’re talking to now

Al is to old and has seen (or not seen) too much and specifically lived with Wade long enough to know

A) He isn't insane

B) He's almost always right

C) he knows things he really shouldn't

Bird: And when Logan starts doing the same stuff and insulting the air instead of just joking with it, she starts asking to flip off who Logan is talking to and he’s all too happy to point her

And once they explain exactly what happens she's just like oh yeah that makes sense. She doesn't need more context

ALSO This makes them both anchor beings but specifically one anchor being. They merged they now have to both be there for it to continue to exist

What if this was the first time it has ever happened in the TVA want to just study them because how did you manage this??

I read a fic that mentioned this also almost seem to increase their powers slightly and I love that idea as well

Bird: Kind of combines them, makes the healing faster and makes them harder to hurt

It's barely noticeable but it's just enough to make them even worse to deal with. They become the bane of everyone's existence because they are now truly unstoppable

Also the X-Men are trying to figure out exactly what happened. It isn't working It can't really be explained well because Wade is just kind of beyond exclamation

Logan is just vibing now while being more immortal than ever and having a whole new world opened up to him. I imagine it gets to the point where he's learning more and more and he just starts pointing randomly at some of the people that come across and saying actor's names and Wade is just beside him nodding enthusiastically and praising him

[penny-anna]

you do not have to like fanfiction. if you think fanfiction is cringy & annoying you can just Say That. but any attempt to argue that fanfiction is inherently inferior to other types of writing falls apart under scrutiny.

'most fanfiction is badly written' sturgeon's law is an adage that states '90% of everything is crap'. this was first coined in defence of science fiction, a genre often maligned as inherently inferior to 'real literature' (sound familiar??)

'oh but most fanfiction is worse than published fiction' yes; this is because pro published books go through a heavy selection and editorial process before the public see them. when it comes to quality of writing you are not comparing like to like. the appropriate 1:1 comparison would be fanfiction & amateur original fiction.

i have hung out in multiple online writing spaces & in 'anyone welcome' RL writing groups and can say with reasonable confidence that most original fiction getting produced is just plain mediocre. there's so so much bad original fiction being produced every day. u just never see it.

'you have to wade through so much garbage to find anything worth reading' you ever hear like. a fiction magazine editor describe what their slush pile experience is like??

'ok but fanfiction is bad because it lacks originality, it's better to come up with your own story & ideas' nobody actually thinks this!! people trot this out about fanfiction but like pro published literature is full of retellings of public domain stories and no-one ever argues that they're inherently worse or less creative than works with original plots.

the dividing line between fanfiction & 'original' fiction generally isn't actually originality, it's whether or not it's transformative of a text that's currently under copyright. & i would hope it's self-evident that the copyright status of the text a work is transforming shouldn't have any bearing on its literary merit. why on earth would it??

'but most fanfiction is trope-y and formulaic' yes this is true and yes i do think there's an argument to be made that a work of fiction that's interchangeable with thousands of other works of fiction is lacking in 'literary merit'.

however this is also true of a lot of pro published literature. whole swathes of genres like eg crime & romance exist to give readers the same experience over and over again. are these books bad? maybe! does their existence mean the entire genre they belong to should be written off? obviously no.

'but fanfiction is all about shipping' yeah a lot of fanfiction belongs to the romance & erotica genres. you do not have to like this. but disparagement of romance as a genre has its roots in the fact that it's mainly written & enjoyed by women. its just sexism lads. :(

'fanfiction encourages bad habits in writers' there's some merit to this argument IMO (that's a different rant) but see above re:90% of everything is crap; the presence of bad writing in a genre doesn't mean that the whole genre should be written off.

'what so you think fanfiction is as good as *insert classic novel here*' nobody is saying this; if you see someone arguing that fanfiction is real writing and jump to 'this person thinks MCU coffee shop AUs are culturally significant works of literature', to be blunt, that is a you problem.

'fanfiction just isn't real literature' ok so fiction divides into 'real literature' and 'not real literature'. got it.

[ID: screencap of a tumblr post by user theislandofmisfittoys:

Okay… nice dichotomy, IDIOT ‼ what lies  outside it???]

(OP)

[milf--adjacent]

Something that convinced me that transmysoginy exists more than any other argument was how immediate and violent the reaction from TMEs and adjacent folks was. As soon as you bring up the very idea of queer groups having power dynamics it's a flood of "You're intersexist" "You're transandrophobic" "You have no idea what's going on" "you hate gnc people", etc. etc. without ever trying to debunk the argument, and often resorting to character assassinations.

To 'debunk' the argument would mean they would have to address it which means facing their possibly hidden biases upon which they build their own narrative of superiority. They wanna say "you're a bunch of baddel bigot transfem supremacists" when in reality we're chipping away at their own supremacist values simply by mentioning that we are whole people who are consistently forgotten and undervalued by queer communities at large. They think we "want on top" when all we want is an end to veiled hate and dismissal of our thoughts, feelings, and experiences because we were forced to walk through life with a big 'M' on our records and somehow that means we lived the good life until we started "pretending" to be women. All we want is to be considered and included.

Like there was this gushing outporing of support for that post that told trans women to stay alive then told trans men to stay alive, and a bunch of TME people were like "I've never heard it phrased for trans men before!" and while I can respect their experience 1. We curate our own experiences here, so maybe follow some more positive trans men and you'll see plenty of transmasc positivity (I see plenty and I'm not even looking for it!) and 2. Which part of the community has a long, lingering, often unreported suicide issue? Which types of trans people are ostracized from the groups and communities that are supposed to help them and care for them? Which group of trans people makes up the bulk of the trans suicide stats?

Trans women are dying of lonliness and despair every day, and some TME people want to turn it into a "both sides" issue of "balance" and "fairness." I think one side lacks proper balance and fairness since one side has entire stores and clothing lines dedicated to their needs, but when I want a bra or shoes in my size, I have to wade through listings labeled "CROSSDRESSER SISSY BOTTOM TRANSEXUAL CLOTHING FOR MEN" to find something. I go to the queer support group and I am the only transfem in the room and the whole organization is run by TME people. I go to pride and there's so much fanfare for the drag queens who live their lives as gay men and only adopt womanhood as a performance, but even for the fucking TRANS MARCH, only one transfem is given space to speak on stage, and she is quickly bustled from the stage so a TME DJ can spin a super mid remix of I Feel Love (should have just played the extended dance mix for fucks sake) and yet another drag queen can perform.

It's not just me noticing these things, and many transfems aren't half as brave as me because of histories of abuse and neglect.

To even validate the argument that transfems are overlooked and neglected would be to address one's role in making that happen so consistently, so it's easier for that type of TME person to cast individual trans women as some sort of monster than to address their own internalized transmisogyny. No one likes to be told they're hurting someone, but no one goes full hater as quickly as a white queer person who is told their lack of empathy empowers transmisogyny.

[theconstitutionisgayculture]

Man, I like Daily Wire in concept but Matt Walsh needs to shut the fuck up about video games. The same guy who tried to resurrect the tired old "violent video games are harmful!" crap is now acting like he's the first person to notice that video games are pushing woke nonsense (even though there are about a hundred channels and outlets that have been talking about this for years) but his solution is to, of course, for the right to stop playing video games.

No. Just, no.

This is the same "bury our head in the sand and pretend pop culture doesn't exist" mindset that got us into this situation in the first place. You can't win a war (and there is a culture war going on, no matter how many people on both sides want to pretend otherwise) by retreating from every battlefield. You win by raising awareness of a problem and then offering a real solution.

And it's especially stupid seeing this cultural retreat mindset from someone working for DW because DW actually knows exactly how to fight this battle. They created their own media company to fight against woke Hollywood. Are all their movies and shows good? No, not at all. But they still did the right thing. They put their money where their mouth is, and created an alternative.

A much better example is Angel Studios, which is probably the only Christian movie studio I've ever seen that puts out top quality content with great acting, writing, and production values. They're raking in money and getting their content onto mainstream streaming services as well as theaters. In other words, they're taking their message to the people who need it the most. The ones who aren't already in the echo chamber. Unlike Daily Wire, which only offers its content on its own website through a subscription service to its own audience, and never advertises anywhere.

Another successful example outside of movies is Eric July's Rippaverse. He's been killing it with his comics, with every single one of his campaigns raking in over a million dollars, every cent of which is reinvested back into his business, helping it grow, creating more content, and expanding his already impressive roster of writers and artists. Mainstream writers and artists, by the way. Like Chuck Dixon, the guy who co-created Bane and wrote the seminal Tim Drake Robin comics, among many other credits, and Mike Baron, who wrote some of the best early Punisher comics. Eric had a following before he started the Rippaverse. He runs a successful YouTube channel and he's a regular contributor to The Blaze. He could have walled himself off with his fanbase, wrote comics about ancaps saving the world from the evils of government, and made some money while pandering to the people who already agreed with him. Instead, he went big. He invested his own money, runs his own distribution center, owns his own business with zero outside investors, hires the best talent he can, and offers a product that focuses on story and characters over messaging. His work isn't even "anti-woke". It's just not woke.

And that's what we need in video games. We need alternatives. We need to roll up our sleeves and wade into the deep waters and actually contribute our ideas and our talents. Offer an alternative. Hire people who know what they're doing, who care about quality content first and social engineering never. There is a huge untapped audience who would pay hand over fist for good video games free from microtransactions and woke nonsense.

But retreating is not an option. It's not brave or moral to hide in our echo chambers and scoff at anything fun. Entertainment is necessary. And maybe more importantly, it's not going anywhere. We will never live in a world where people go to work and spend time with their families at home and do nothing else. We need to engage with the world as it is. Not wait around for whatever our idea of a perfect world is to magically form so we can finally interact with it. You can't change society if you keep pretending large swaths of it don't exist.

[evilmoldywizard]

After the events of Deadpool and Wolverine HCs where they just live together

- they do a lot of accidentally romantic and like considered “couple” things but just don't really pay it much mind or notice, they just sort of somehow fell into patterns of it

- they share a bed of course and Logan will complain about it and hate it, but he will literally lie down and steal the blankets even through there's like… a couch… like literally in the next room….

- Logan puts in two stupid little hair curlers for his kitty cat ears to go to bed

- they're pretty much the “elegant silk robe” and “who goes there” nightshirt duo

- Logan is fucking awful with anxiety around sleeping next to anyone because he frequently wakes up with his claws out from night terrors, and it's insane to him the first time it happens around wade when he wakes up and stabs him in the side, he immediately goes to is to panic but wade just sort of wakes up like, “peanut I'm too tired for this, maybe later” and will roll over with Logan’s claws still in his side, and just like scratch at it like it itches. Logan wont admit it but he felt a ping of odd security that he hadn't felt for a while. Like he had of course stabbed him and obviously knew he recovered easily, its just the first time he realized he wouldn't need to worry about this with Wade

- wade is godawful at cooking and Logan eats it every time but complains. He will still eat the entire somehow remarkably charred remains of the pasta wade microwaved though.

- Logan sort of just takes up being a stay at home house husband since wade goes back to contract killing to pay the bills. Also Logan doesn't have like any proof or documentation of him existing so jobs are a little difficult. But also just him in a customer service job would be insane. Yea he will like clean up and take care of marypuppins all day and he also can't cook for shit, but he can at least microwave some leftovers.

- he's really weirded out by living a sort of mundane life but he oddly likes it a lot, it's something he hasn't felt since before he got the adamantium Implanted, he even sort of starts to stop drinking. He should go straight to therapy still though, but he's still a bit of a closed book emotionally.

- he's also gotten closer to Laura, and the other Xmen, he doesn't quite feel in place with them since he still feels like they are expecting someone else when they look at him, but he likes being around Laura since they of course are so similar in abilities.

- I like the idea of him taking up silly little hobbies like knitting and woodworking or pottery just to do something, especially woodworking since he can sort of use his claws ag times, at first, but eventually doesn't since saws and tools don't require the pain of coming out of his skin to use.

[purpurussy]

literally haven't eaten anything all day (it's gone 7pm) or been outside in several days or slept more than 4 hours/night in the last week so im probably just being insane for no reason atm but

i feel like I'm at a weird sort of crossroads with this blog?

when i made this account i saw it as kind of an experiment in vulnerability and positivity. i said i'm gonna try my best to post what's in my heart and not care whether it does numbers or not. if people like it they like it, if not that's okay because i like it and i'm having fun. and i'm gonna practise some kind of general radical positivity/acceptance towards others too. like i promised myself i would not allow this to be anything other than a positive experience, a nice opportunity to express myself in a way that's disconnected from how people see me irl and maybe connect with likeminded people along the way

and once i started writing fic i literally couldn't stop, like the idea of being able to share my writing and have other people enjoy it too is so exciting and motivating to me. there is so much happening in my google docs atm and it feels so good to be writing again after years of feeling too depressed to create anything

however unfortunately i am the grumpiest most insecure person on earth and i have never let go of anything in my life. i've already been unable to stop myself from wading into discourse��� and the general social media fomo/insecurity is starting to get to me. like when did i go from just gleefully shouting into the void, to constantly checking my activity, trying to figure out the best times to post, literally crying when my stuff doesn't do as well as i wanted it to??? taking note of which posts flopped and which ones did well, so i can post more of the popular content instead of just posting what i want. none of this is even real, yet it's been bothering me in a very real way. most of which is just my brain turning it into a negative experience for fully self-imposed reasons

i do think social media is poison in general. and i know it does not work at all for someone who is very prone to having a complete menty b at the first sign of any kind of rejection. and i know a big part of the problem is that i'm attaching too much value to this blog and how people respond to my posts (I have been connecting with my friends irl more lately, but social media is literally designed to prey on the part of your brain that perceives social rejection as a threat to your existence so unfortunately it feels like this matters to me a lot more than it should. also my irls do not want to hear about dan and phil lmao)

idk if i should just accept that this is not good for me and delete, or if it's possible to once again achieve the carefree fun i was having at first. maybe if i can work on my irl issues i'll start to feel a bit better and then it won't bother me as much?

i'm also sort of wondering how much i should reveal about myself? like i want to feel completely free to post as much cringe/insanity/weird smut as I want. and if i was posting in a way that would be easily traceable back to my actual identity then i'd definitely be a lot more careful with what i say. but on the other hand i wanna get to know people better! it would be fun to hop into a discord and actually have a conversation with people rather than just rambling in the tags on their posts. so i'm not really sure what to do with that either. it's kinda fun to truly exist as a completely formless entity in a way, like im literally just tumblr dot com slash purpurussy and there's something freeing about that, even if it does make me feel like i'm missing out on a chance to connect with people properly sometimes

also that idea scares me! everyone on here is genuinely so cool and wonderful and it gives me such a huge dopamime hit when someone i admire likes my stuff. so it's just scary to interact with people more because it feels like oh no they're gonna realize im actually a cantankerous little troll that lives under a bridge and is a nightmare to talk to lmfao

this makes no sense and i'll probably delete it in a bit i just had to get it off my chest

[eddiegettingshot]

A bit of an odd reading of anything that has happened in the show to think buck should end up with someone and eddie should end up alone if buddie doesnt happen. Like … eddie’s entire romantic arc has been about him finding love for himself and not just what he thinks he needs. He literally cried to his tia about not wanting to be lonely last season. Meanwhile buck’s entire series arc has been about chasing vs being chased and not knowing what is right and what is wrong for him or how to be by himself. And honestly I wasnt that upset about the s6 finale given the circumstances (mostly because I had a gut feeling about what would happen before it aired) but the thing that annoyed me most about that whole season is that they shoved a love interest for buck in there. Because at least they were planning a romantic arc for eddie in 6b, and to me it made sense for him to have a romantic endgame even if it was poorly executed. but the buck natalia stuff felt so random and out of place relative to his entire arc that season that it was really off putting. And really, the only couch stuff that made sense to me was buck picking one for himself. Like ali’s didnt last, he kicked taylor and her couch out, his parents picked one that wasnt right for him, and then he ruined it by bringing life into the world (smth about donor child that Im too tired to think about). And for a while he was fine with the chair, but then maybe he buys a couch for himself (ready to share his life/couch with someone) but like we the audience know someone already shared their couch with him so we’re just waiting for that to click. but anyways long way to say I was just mostly annoyed they gave buck a big romance arc in s6 when the whole point was he was trying to find peace with himself and if that was the endgame of the show it would have made so much sense for natalia not to exist and rather give him an open ended romantic ending (and in hindsight it would probably make the tommy arc a little less comparable to his other LIs if they established in cannon that buck was at peace with himself, at least in romantic situations)

you are sooooo fucking right. literally buck's whole problem, and the reason he's still on the hamster wheel and will continue to be on it, is that he can't live with himself. he has no idea how. he's never bothered learning how. he doesn't want to learn how because then he would have to wade through all this painful shit he's spent seasons upon seasons avoiding. i don't think either of them should end up alone but the idea that buck learning how to be alone for once wouldn't be reasonable is so silly to me lol

[irl-northstar]

The Strange Case of Valentine Vuong

It went without saying that Valentine wasn’t normal. Wade already knew that. It was what he liked so much about them! That and the needles for fingers. And their hair. And the way they stole his gun that one time. Okay, so there were a lot of things to like about Valentine. But the important one for this fic is that Valentine wasn’t normal.

After his debrief with the Atelier, he'd immediately gone home and wasted a huge chunk of his 48-hours stalking (researching!) Valentine. Which wasn’t that weird. To be fair, a huge part of Wade’s job was stalking (researching) people, and they’d literally handed him a file full of weirdly personal information about Doc Ock, so they probably wouldn’t even be mad if they found out.

Anyways, all that to say that Wade used all of his scummy, mercenary secrets to find out everything he could about his future spouse. It usually took him about 2 hours to gather all the relevant information he needed about his targets. He spent 16 hours gathering information on Valentine. Which all amounted to fuck-all because he found nothing. 

Well, that wasn’t entirely true. He’d found out quite a lot about a person named ‘Valentine Vuong.’ The issue is he found too much information. One source said Valentine had graduated from their local community college with an associate’s degree. Another said they hadn’t even finished high school. Another said Valentine had been born on Krakoa (despite Valentine being older than the modern nation of Krakoa by at least two decades). A different source said they’d never even been there (and by ‘source,’ Wade meant that he bothered Sage until she told him what she knew about Valentine). One of his most trusted sources (i.e., Weasel) had done some digging to try and figure out some basic information: Valentine’s age, height, interests, allergies, favorite member of the Golden Girls, and star sign. Y’know, all the essential stuff you’d need to know before entering a committed relationship with someone. Bafflingly, Weasel, the most effective slimeball Wade knew, hadn’t even been able to confirm that Valentine existed at all. 

All of that to say, Wade was now more attracted to them than ever before.

He’d always liked a challenge, and Valentine was nothing but. And sure, there was an 86.2% chance that they were gonna double-cross him and feed him to the proverbial wolves. But frankly, those were better odds than Wade usually got with his canon love interests. Man, the writers really hated seeing him happy, didn’t they? Hopefully Alyssa was different. Sigh. Besides, the editors had finally given him the green light for a non-female love interest, and he was not going to blow it.

As turned on as Wade was by his crush/possible addition to his rogue’s gallery, he figured he should sort this out before anything actually happened between him and Valentine.

Unfortunately, he then got kidnapped by the Harrower (or just ‘Harrower’?), and if you’re reading this, you know the rest. Anyways, by the time Val invited him on a zoo date, he was too over the moon to really give a fuck about whether or not they were secretly plotting against him. He was too busy trying not to act like an overexcited schoolgirl because Val called him ‘cute.’ And, honestly, he didn’t think someone who was just with him for information or whatever could stomach flirting with him or, G-d forbid, kissing him. But Valentine had seemed not just amicable but enthusiastic at the idea. So maybe they actually just liked him. That idea was almost scarier than them just being with him to act as a honey pot.

And then they’d poisoned (or threatened to poison, same diff) Yuriko for him, picked a fight with Marvel’s most hentai-y villain, and planted one on him right then and there! In front of other people, no less! And well, if that wasn’t enough to soak his panties, he didn’t know what was.

By the time they made it back to Wade’s apartment at the end of Issue #5, Wade figured the whole thing could wait. After all, what was he expecting? Did he really think dating a member of the Atelier would be normal? Did he think Val was gonna be completely transparent with him after knowing each other for less than a week? No, he wasn’t going to ruin things by opening his big stupid mouth.

Maybe if he’d known about the letter Valentine had sent to Doc Ock, he’d feel differently, but the writers only felt like letting him break the 4th wall when it was plot-convenient, so he didn’t know about the letter yet.

Either way, Valentine was leaning against his chest, his giant symbiote dog taking up ¼ of the living room, and he was happy. So he’d just let it go for now. He had a whole ‘nother month until the next issue came out, anyways.

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Originally posted on ao3 @ goth-iterations

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[simcardiac-arrested]

Not fucked up! Please tell us all about it

rolls around on the ground. i’m just out here thinking about wade and wayback becauseeee because oh my godd. oh mein gott. it really was not perfect at all. like from wayback’s point of view when wade was still alive it seemed perfect to him. wade was someone he looked up to for everything. but wade really did give wayback some skewed ideas of how to deal with feelings. of what matters and what doesn’t. not on purpose of course, they’d never want to hurt wayback like that intentionally, but it’s just what they’ve known their whole life and they didn’t like seeing wayback worry for them so they always tell him it doesn’t matter. and wayback doesn’t want to believe it at first because, well, at his core he thinks everything matters. but wade never budges, never opens up, and with time it subtly convinces wayback that these type of things don’t matter. only good stuff matters! it doesn’t matter if something bad happened or if something hurt him, because it just doesn’t. and he lives like that for a while, content, happily spending his time with wade because they’re both happy and everything is fine and they are each other’s family and the only good relationship any of them have. and then, you might or might not know this, and then—wade leaves. just like that. they’re gone. and for a good bit, wayback is in denial, because surely his best friend wouldn’t leave him behind just like that, but more and more cycles pass and wade isn’t coming back and wayback’s rose tinted glasses start to lift, because—oh. you’re gone. you said you were going to stay and i thought i’d be enough to make you want to stay, but you’re gone and you left. and you lied. you said you’d stay but you didn’t. and now i’m remembering all the other times you have lied to me, when you tried to pretend you weren’t upset or hurt by your family and that everything was fine. you convinced me it didn’t matter. but i know you were lying. i love you and i miss you and i’m starting to see that you were not perfect to me: you never opened up, never let me in. and you lied. and now i’m just thinking—what else did you lie about? you lied about staying. you lied about being okay. you lied when you said it doesn’t matter. but what else didn’t matter to you? did you lie about loving life? when you said i was enough, did you lie about that too? when you said i mattered? when you said we didn’t need any reasons to exist, that us just being here is enough, that i was enough, were you lying? i love you. i miss you. but did you lie about loving me? about caring? i wish you were still here so i could ask you, but you are gone. you are gone and you left and you lied. and thousands of cycles will pass. and maybe i will never know. but i will continue living. if not for you, then at least for myself.

[talenlee]

Recruiting The Absent

There’s a phrase I’ve realised I use more and more these days, which was introduced into my mental lexicon by bickering with people online. I don’t know where it first came up – I want to say at some point when I was talking about the heck that is Gifted Discourse.

If you’re not familiar with it, there’s a body of people who, bereft of a more interesting thing to do with their time, like to talk not about the experience of being a gifted child, instead want to try and make the conversation about how anyone who experienced gifted programs is the beneficiary of a privilege that represents a harm done to someone else. Basically, when someone was traumatised by the gifted program they went through and mustered the courage to talk about it in public, someone would pop up out of the trash can to espouse that hey, okay, you may be talking about that but instead, what about these people who didn’t get into the gifted program and didn’t benefit from the superior resources that were offered to you.

And those people weren’t there.

They weren’t part of the conversation.

This newcomer, this interloper, brought up someone as a way to attack or degrade the conversation and that person wasn’t there. They didn’t even necessarily even exist. And I think about it from time to time when I think about the ways I talk about things and how I communicate with you, an audience. Because I don’t know you (with some exceptions, good girl), but I do know things about you. You are a person I have to imagine some capacity, someone I have to make judgment calls about, and that can create interesting problems. Am I not making up a guy, as it were, to make mad at things? Or well, hopefully elated or cool at things?

Some ideas for how I manage this run along three basic diagnostic tests:

Is This Specific?

Alright, first up, is the thing I’m about to bring up an objection to, am I able to put it in the context of something specific that actually has happened or could happen? Let’s say we’re talking about someone who is venting about ‘aw, men are trash’ and I think well, if any trans dudes see that they’re going to feel bad about that, maybe don’t do that?

And in that case, I’m looking at this like, well, hold on, can I think of a time where I’ve spoken to, or read something from a trans dude about that kind of thing that is expressing what they think (they plural I’m not doing the coward’s misgendering), and if I can, what if I just link their thing? What if rather than make the argument myself, about a generality of someone who may or may not exist, what if I can find someone in the situated group, an actual someone who represents that position, and direct attention to them?

And if I can do that, is that better than wading in? Sometimes it’s not! Sometimes there are positions I know people don’t want to or are sick of engaging with and I’m able to offer useful general information. Don’t want to treat that like that’s justification enough to do it though!

Is This Helpful?

Is this objection actually going to do anything useful? Like in the example of Gifted Privilege is the person you interrupt going to be able to get anything out of you pointing out that the resources that were dedicated to generating their trauma (because you’re not trying to pretend that trauma doesn’t exist, right?) could have been used to instead enable needy kids, possibly even orphans? Or is it mostly just being done to attack someone who is expressing something you don’t like and want to take issue with?

Not everyone is saying something that I need to respond to. Not everything people say needs my support! Not everything people are doing can be improved by me amplifying it or promoting it or engaging with it! Even stuff I agree with! The stuff I share and the stuff I propagate that just makes people feel like crap isn’t doing anything for me, and it’s probably not doing anything for you – why bring it up?

This guiding principle is very important to Dread Month content, for example. I don’t think there’s a lot of helpful good in my dwelling on those topics. I keep them contained to that season, and in that time I try to have a good cathartic reflection on those feelings in a time of spookiness and horror where people are maybe a little more comfortable, a little more okay, with things being a bit uncomfortable, because they are still thoughts and feelings I have and I want to make sure that I can have a place to share them.

There, they are helpful to me and that brings us to the third option…

Do I Really Mean Me?

Alright, with those tests out of the way, when I say something about a potential third party, someone else who isn’t in this conversation, someone who I cannot get past the first two tests, is it possible that what I mean, really, is hey, this hurts me.

That’s okay! It’s okay to say ‘this hurts me,’ and it’s even okay to look at it and think ‘this hurts me’ and ask yourself what the appropriate response is! If you share the work of someone I don’t like, I have tools for addressing that if I recognise that the hurt is me, that I am hurt, and that the things I do to protect me are worth doing.

There is nothing wrong, for example, with Dungeon Meishi. It seems to be a good series. I am sure people love it. I have been oversaturated with it, thanks to a particular period of tumblr and that left me uninterested in it. As its anime adaptation geared up, there were conversations about the series renewed in the spaces around me, and they upset me. They didn’t upset me because they were bad. They weren’t ethically dubious. They were just things I was sick of hearing about, renewed, and that meant that I had the impulse to respond to them, to make it so that maybe people stopped posting about it.

And that impulse is trying to recruit other people to my cause: What I wanted was to see less Dungeon Meishi. Making other people do, through guilt or control, sucks! That’s cruel, when people are just having fun, and making it a general moral issue instead of very specific and about me is both risking hurting other people to whom that show is very good and they enjoy it, but also, it makes it harder for the people who care about me to show me care.

If I can just say ‘I don’t like this’ and then make the systems around me put that thing I don’t like behind even modest curtains, then I’m doing something good for me and my mental health, and not making my preferences in other people’s moral rules.

Oh and then if the websites I’m using don’t handle blocks or mutes appropriately, that’s a bug that can be meaningfully reported.

Check it out on PRESS.exe to see it with images and links!

[resident-idiot-simp]

God of death Logan and his right hand Wade a man who can't die

Ft: @existentialgaybirdnerd

He's a mercenary still and maybe he met Logan during the weapon X offshoot thing. And then he ends up doing not only mercenary jobs but also jobs for Logan

Bird: Logan was trying to help along all the souls left after the fire and was trying to help Wade when he woke up

He gets glimpses during the torture but absolutely he finally sees him for real after the fire

Bird: Logan liked Wade because he sent so many people to him and was funny, so seeing him during and after the fire and unable to help him broke his heart. When Wade gasped awake, Logan nearly cheered for the human who had once again escaped his grasp

And Wade immediately blurts out that he is the hottest thing he's ever seen

Bird: "Am I in fucking heaven because holy shit I think I'm looking at God"

And Logan can't help but be flattered because no one ever looks at him with anything other than fear

After this Logan says he will help Wade get his revenge and that's exactly what he does. He has a grudge against these people anyway because of how many innocents are being slaughtered.

He is there for every single death and Wade treats it like courting.

Bird: Logan watches as Wade kills every person and whispers suggestions for questions and suit designs in his ear, amusing himself with Al's sass. Twist: that's who Wade is talking to during 4th wall breaks

When Francis dies Logan is ecstatic and immediately grabs his soul and pretty much eviscerates him. Francis has about 2 seconds before he realizes what's going on and Logan just waves at him and then Wade waves at him. And Francis has the biggest OH SHIT moment in existence.

Bird: And then Wade gets up and the Vanessa thing happens and when the other two walk away he asks how she would feel being in a throuple with death

Vanessa the legend she just shrugs and asks if death is hot

Bird: Death goes on a vacation (me: Or alternatively not quite a vacation but he is regularly around.) to be in a happy throuple for a couple of years. Pretends to be a simple mutant

Bird: He doesn't need to do TOO much because he's got helpers anyway. Death is a lot of paperwork but he collects souls sometimes for fun. So he'll just bring paperwork to their apartment and parallel play while they all do their own thing

Vanessa when she first sees him says this was the best decision of her life. While Logan immediately likes her because of how similar she is to Wade

Weasel absolutely notices Wade doesn't talk into thin air when Logan is around and he's getting suspicious.

Bird: One day Logan looks at Weasel as he's trying to figure it out and winks at him and disappears

WEASEL FREAKS OUT Wade and Vanessa play dumb

Bird: Wade: "he went to the bathroom like 2 minutes ago man, what do you meant he disappeared?"

Weasel would write it off because of a mutation but he already damn well knows Logan's mutation. He has to It's best friend code to know everything about your best friends partner or partners in this case

Bird: Logan will go invisible and just fuck with things behind the bar when it's a slow night, making Weasel think the place is haunted. and he always wins the dead pools and no one knows how

(Dp 2)

Bird: Logan is busy or indisposed and Vanessa wouldn't necessarily die, but Wade does kinda lose his shit because holy hell someone tried to kill my gf and now there's a boy in trouble.

Ooohhh what it could be is because of Cable coming into existence during the past it's screwing things up for Logan on his side

Logan ends up outing himself when Cable appears in the apartment with his idea.

Logan just appears and starts cursing Cable out because DO YOU KNOW THE NIGHTMARE THAT YOU JUST CAUSED FOR ME?!

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[primewritessmut]

🛒🎢👀🧠 (Mobius AND LokI 'cause I'm greedy) 🤲✅

Oi! Look at our cute little matching PFPs!

🛒 What are some common things you incorporate in your fics? Themes, feels, scenes, imagery, etc.

I’ve been told I put a lot of knives in my stories. And also that they’re very brutal in their way which, for real, was something that had to be POINTED OUT TO ME because I had no idea. It’s one of those things, I think, where you’re just trucking along in your own little brain thinking your fucked up little ideas are normal and then someone rolls up and gets a look inside and is like, “wow, this place is really bringing down the property value for the rest of the neighborhood.”

Other themes that I am aware that I write: Seeing the Other, Love in Spite of (and Sometimes Because of) Flaws, and Everyone is a Little Bit of an Asshole.

I tend to use ocean and space imagery when talking about love and the realization that one character is in love with another. There’s something about the vastness and unknowability of those two places that I think is very akin to how we understand love (i.e. not very well).

And I’m a sucker for scenes where characters help each other get dressed. There’s just something so domestic and intimate about it while at the same time having implications of staking your claim on this person in a subtle way (“wear this shirt that I picked out for you”) or offering them some form of protection against the world. I don’t think I write it as much as I would like to, but I do know it's popped up a few times.

🎢 Which of your fics would you call your wildest ride?

Hmm. she’s not going to die today, maybe? Mostly because there were a few times while writing that story that I audibly gasped at something either Peter or Wade had done. It’s also a true enemies to lovers story which, I think, is always inherently a ride.

In terms of just buckling in and enjoying the ride, though, I’d have to give the title to A Particular Set of Skills. I knew it was probably the last time I’d write those characters and so I gave them a lot of free rein to just be balls to the wall and silly and bloody and terrible and funny.

👀 Tell me about an up and coming wip please!

DUDE. You already know about literally every wip I have going.

I don’t know which one I’m most excited about but I’m currently in my Lokius era and have two that I think will be fun to write.

There’s a post-canon fic for Sylvie (working title: love is an apocalypse event) where she meets her own Mobius variant (Margot) in Broxton which I think I’m most stoked for as a chance to write more wlw/sapphic stuff. Well, that and getting back to writing something a little more antagonistic because, let’s face it, Sylvie is the equivalent of a wasp trying to fly up your nose.

And a modern Mobius/Loki AU (working title: Midori Sour) where Mobius is a bartender/restaurant manager at the bar where Loki keeps bringing all his first dates. And, of course, Mobius enjoys watching because (1) Loki is nice to look at and (2) all the dates tend to end in disaster.

🧠 Pick a character, and I'll tell you my favorite headcanon for them.

Mobius is on the ace spec (probably demi) and he’s a service top. Also, that goofy little dude has a choking kink (being choked) that I’m excited to explore at some point.

Loki likes to watch as much as Mobius does. There are so many moments in canon where Loki is looking at Mobius or paying attention to what he does when it makes zero sense to do so. As I think you said when reading one of the Daggers chapters: “that boy is lost in the sauce.”

As far as the two of them together? They absolutely, positively utilize Loki’s shape-shifting abilities when fucking. I think it embarrasses Loki at first, but Mobius is so excited and enthusiastic about it that— Oh wait. Heeeeey, new fic idea. (I’m sure that already exists, but I’m going to be thinking about it a lot today anyway.)

🤲 Would you please share a snippet of a wip?

The struggle of trying to find a snippet that I haven’t already c/p into your inbox the second I wrote it…

He won’t remember this but Loki will, and Mobius can’t decide which is worse.

“Hey,” he says, cupping Loki’s jaw, “it’s me.”

“I know it’s you. I know, but—“

“No.” Mobius pulls Loki’s face down to his and presses his forehead against Loki's. “No. It’s always me. Along every point in the timeline I give a shit about you, Loki. Don’t forget that.”

Loki’s shoulders drop on an exhale and Mobius smooths his palms down the sides of Loki’s neck to his drooping shoulders. Loki leans in closer, tucking his face into the crook of Mobius’s neck while Mobius threads his fingers through strands of raven black hair.

A sad laugh heats the side of Mobius’s throat. “It would be a lot easier if you didn’t,” Loki mumbles. “But I’m far too selfish to wish for it.”

✅ What's something that appears in your fics over and over and over again, even if you don't mean to?

Lists of threes. Like, I know threes are a thing in literature but I am HYPER aware of whenever I'm listing out traits or giving examples of something in exposition. There's a rhythm to it that feels broken if it's not a list of three.

I know there are snippets of dialogue and specific phrases I use over and over again, but I'm coming up blank on them right now. I'm sure the next time I'm editing they are all I'm going to see, though.

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