#but i hope its okay

[stormyelliotwritez]

ok ik youre not taking requests rn (btw hope u have a good time during ur break) but whenever you can itd be much appreciated if you could continue the ftmxlogan fic (the one where the reader thinks hes straight but hes not) i love your work. You may further it however you like, but i personally am looking for like a supportive logan who tries understanding your identity.

Ty :3

HIIIIIIIIII IM BACK and yeah, i had a good break and now im here to make ya happy with supportive logan!!! SILLY BOY TIME!

HE’S NOT STRAIGHT?

(pt 2 of but he’s straight)

He dragged you along to the teacher’s lounge and then promptly pushed you into a seat. Without saying absolutely anything, he grabbed two beers from the fridge and then sat down next to you.

“Here ya go, bub,” he said as he held one out to you.

You took it and relaxed into the chair. He watched you for a moment before opening his beer with one claw. Damn, that’s hot. He obviously noticed your staring and slight blush and so he held his hand out, one claw still out.

“Want me to open yours?”

You nodded slowly. Damnit, why’d your words stop working? Why now? You’re literally sitting in the teachers lounge with the most hottest man ever who you’ve had a crush on for years and now your words aren’t working? Talk about bad timing!

He smirked and with that one claw, he popped the lid off your beer. He did it slowly and absolutely knew what he was doing to you. He wasn’t stupid, after all.

“So you have a crush on me, huh?” He asked with a s smirk.

You nodded again, trying to coax the words out of your mouth.

“Have for a while. Sorry,” you said quietly.

“Sorry? Why are you sorry?” He said before leaning forwards and taking a swig from his bottle.

He stared into your eyes before blinking and leaning back again. He was thinking. You didn’t say anything. You couldn’t figure out how to. How do you explain that you thought he would never like you?

“Well because I’m me and I’m not- I’m not like you. I’m different,” you managed to mumble.

One of his eyebrows raised and he stared at you. It was like he could see into your soul. He couldn’t but it sure felt like it.

“Because you weren’t born a boy, right? Is that what you’re getting at, bub?”

His voice was quiet and thoughtful. It sounded like he understood. Could he understand? You’d always thought no one would understand you.

Eventually, you nodded and glanced away from him.

With a finger, he moved your face back to look at him and tutted at you.

“Don’t look away from me, okay? I ain’t gonna think of you different so how about you explain it to me, the old geezer, yeah?”

You nodded and slowly you smiled. Maybe this would be okay. Maybe he could understand.

“Um, so I was born… a girl, ew, but when I started growing up, I realized I didn’t like that that much and eventually I figured out that I was a boy so I was trans,” you said slowly, trying to make sense.

He nodded along and rested his hand on your knee, squeezing it every so often. He took a swig of his beer as he listened intently.

“And when I ended up here as an adult, I was able to get on T and so now I look more like a man and I’m happier,” you finished.

You drunk some more of your beer and he smiled. He squeezed your knee again.

“Well you’re a hot man, thats for sure,” he chuckled.

You started blushing and chuckled before taking another sip. That wasn’t what you’d been expecting but it made you happy. He made you happy.

You two sat in silence for a while, just enjoying each other’s company, until Logan cleared his throat.

“I want to understand you more, bub. I wanna be there for you, okay? Can I do that for you?”

This sounded like maybe he was reciprocating your crush but maybe not. That was probably too hopeful.

You nodded and smiled. “Yeah, I’d like that, Log.”

He smiled as well and leaned in slightly. “And I’d like to maybe take ya out sometime as well.”

Okay, there it was. He reciprocated and you had to try so hard to not jump up and scream from excitement.

“Yeah, I’d really like that, Logan,” you said with a soft smile.

[gag-me-munson]

happy bday! thinking about eddie pulling the tie in the back of your bathing suit so the top comes down and youre like ??? and hes like "let me help u" but its just an excuse for him to pull you in his lap and watch u squirm

"Oh whoops, was that you?" Eddie teases as he plays with your straps. He's being silly and for once, you accept it.

Your straps fall down around people but Eddie keeps you close enough to hide your exposed skin from the world.

He pulls you onto his lap and kisses, then nibbles the skin of your neck, "Mine." He growls playfully.

"Yes," you giggle and fold into him, "yours, Eddie."

He loves playing with you around other people, loves the challenge of being his.

[cubey-cube]

AHH!! Im not sure if i WILL finish these (im sorry!!) !! But These were very fun to do!!!

The artists who drew the original designs! : @raemeh @slightlyhopefulromantic @abeinginsand @lex-the-lesbiann @zillylilguyz ( !!!!!! )

[dimeadozencows]

My personal understanding of the situation

[eydilily]

would you bite the hand that feeds you?

[ryusxnka]

🌸 / i'll pay him $50 if he says nice things about aggie

   Send 🌸 for three things my muse likes about yours.

S he was an upliftingly unparalleled paragon of Faeriekind who inhabited within the conservancy of an exquisite tenancy and the devoted embrace of her significant other in unquestionably meriting tranquility, girdled by multifarious multiplicities of flowering blooms; he is effortlessly capable of forthwith acknowledging his locality when he distantly discerns her residence by the array of daffodils parading along the zephyr at its forefront, the floral that carves significance into the insignia of his squadron, and an exceptional lush garden that would make his grandmother outright envious, amongst the humans as if she always belonged amidst their society. Albeit that wasn't the case, her insecurities, destructive toxins unhurriedly poisoning, were as cutting-edge as his Hyourinmaru. ---- He, the spectral visitant often time dispatched within the living world, bore witness to its ill-erosions, lacerating the crux of her heart, her essence, little by little, percolating diminutive inklings 'pon her countenance as if mirroring the pale petals of a white-kissed rose, each tear-stained flaw a poignant reflection of her inner afflictions. -- Notwithstanding emotionalism unspoken, a deep-rooted aversion festered within him alike insatiable maggots, visceral dissatisfaction churning his belly and encumbering his innards with embittering vexation and helplessness that threatened to consume him wholly. -- She was a palliative woman, a beacon of warmness, accepting him instantly knowing his grim occupation, who he was, and the century-abundance of blood besmirching his militia hands. He wonders, ne'er understanding this cruel reality, as he beheld the questioning. " ----- Why must the most compassionate souls bear the gravest burdens? " I'll protect you. I'll protect you. If I cannot not, then I shall die trying.

[marsipain]

Norwegian Mikus :)

Left is Miku as a russ and right is Miku in a bunad!

[hinamie]

in spite of everything, I had fun <3

[thirdtimed]

beautiful grianful world.. links to all the artists' profiles under the cut :D

linktoo-doodles

jellitchi

avo0930

alienssstufff

cherrifire

grianhate

luniise

tibbycaps

skimmeh

pippeinnit

i linked everyones tumblrs if they had one, otherwise it leads to twitter!

[starryroe]

dying on this comment under a video about microwaves. clapping at the microwave so it gets happy and keeps heating up the food for you. do you think it's because it gets embarrassed and starts heating up. or is it very self conscious and if it doesn't get told it's doing a good job it will just stop maybe

[mid-knight-black]

there is something so tragically beautiful about repressed homosexuals in a confession booth 🙃🙃

[bonus-links]

HOMESICK, pt. 7

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PATREON

[ninyard]

exy fans + twitter (the trial: day one)

[skitastc]

Brownies❤

Ink!sans by Comyet

Palette Roller by angeutblogo

Paperjam by 7goodangel

Undertop!Gaster by stylincheetah

[medicalunprofessional]

sorry guys they finally showed me peak fiction . Its called “phantom of the paradise”

[myuuchii]

i keep noticing branch likes to step in front of poppy all defensive when he thinks there's incoming danger.

she acts cool but she's totally smitten everytime she thinks about it afterwards heh