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I’m thinking about Logan again, Logan “the worst” Howlett.
A man who’s made the worst mistakes repeatedly, one that craves the company of others but finds himself putting them in danger. Directly or not, his fault or not. Unable to hold things close because the last time he even tried to warm up to the idea everyone died.
Someone who loved so hard but refused to let himself be loved back, who left it all to turn into anger and hatred. Hatred at humans. At himself.
Hating himself- fearing himself and his mistakes, all so painfully loud, unforgettable- unforgivable.
How did he feel when after years first person to reach out to him and say “I need you” completely refused to leave him?
How Logan’s reaction was to display the worst of himself immediately. Look at how useless I am, unwantable, disgusting.
He wanted to be left to rot. He needed to. In his eyes it’s what he deserved. Pressed into the metaphorical corner like an animal begging to be put down but refusing to be dragged to a shelter. Refusing closeness.
He believed that nothing mattered, everything will die and he will be the cause of it. The most insane part of it though?
The first person in years to tell him that they needed him can’t die.
#wolverine#logan howlett#the worst wolverine#deadpool & wolverine#gnawing at the bars of my traumatized inclosure#save me kin Logan#deadclaws#poolverine#X-men
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New letter to the dead coming soon I promise, just let me cook right now because life is kicking my ass and I’m struggling to keep up.
Reminder that letters will be posted to the letters to the dead blog that I made, so if you wanna read it whenever I get it out you gotta go there, I linked it below
#letters to the dead#writers on tumblr#writing#grief#gnawing at the bars of my traumatized inclosure
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Writing blog because it’s annoying to have to dig through all my reposts
All my words are here, expect more soon I’ve got ammo and no healthy real life outlets for it
#writers on tumblr#writing#grief#letters to the dead#gnawing at the bars of my traumatized inclosure#spotify
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That’s it. Im pirating it. I NEED to see them.
I’m thinking about Logan again, Logan “the worst” Howlett.
A man who’s made the worst mistakes repeatedly, one that craves the company of others but finds himself putting them in danger. Directly or not, his fault or not. Unable to hold things close because the last time he even tried to warm up to the idea everyone died.
Someone who loved so hard but refused to let himself be loved back, who left it all to turn into anger and hatred. Hatred at humans. At himself.
Hating himself- fearing himself and his mistakes, all so painfully loud, unforgettable- unforgivable.
How did he feel when after years first person to reach out to him and say “I need you” completely refused to leave him?
How Logan’s reaction was to display the worst of himself immediately. Look at how useless I am, unwantable, disgusting.
He wanted to be left to rot. He needed to. In his eyes it’s what he deserved. Pressed into the metaphorical corner like an animal begging to be put down but refusing to be dragged to a shelter. Refusing closeness.
He believed that nothing mattered, everything will die and he will be the cause of it. The most insane part of it though?
The first person in years to tell him that they needed him can’t die.
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