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Wolverine/Fem!Reader - Masterlist link

You've met Logan Howlett in every life you've lived since the 1900s. And in every lifetime, fate rips you from him just as cruelly as it forces the two of you to meet. How many lives will it take for the two of you to finally have your happily ever after?

General TWs: Reincarnation, death, Major character death (multiple times), Angst with a happy ending. Controlling familiail behavior, descriptions of wounds, descriptions of war, descriptions of violence/death, childhood trauma. Possible historical inaccuracies.

Here's the first chapter!! I waassss gonna wait until I finished part two and post both at once but TBH I was desperate to get this out! I hope yall enjoy this, and I would like to remind everyone that I am not a nurse or any kind of medical personnel, and I kinda struggled to find out about the procedures of ww1 nurses, so take most of the nurse stuff with a grain of salt! like watching a dumbed down version of grey's anatomy lol. I'd also like to say that I decided to make Logan's healing factor slower during ww1 and ww2, as he hadn't gone through the Weapon X program yet. Chapter TWs: Blood, injury, childhood injuries in the prologue scene, war n shit, ww1 canada is a tw on it's own.

     October 22, 1900.

    “Andy!!”  Your brother rolls his eyes at the sound of your high-pitched voice calling his name, turning around with a frown. He always had been faster than you, and today was no different. He had gone running into the woods when your mother had called the two of you in for lunch, and ever the devoted little sister, you had chased after him before she could notice what the two of you were doing. You’re panting when you finally catch up to him, your skirts scrunched up in your fists as you try your best to keep them from catching on bushes and vines.

    “Where are you going? Mama’s calling us for lunch!” Neither of you was supposed to be on this side of the woods, past the fence that marked your family’s property. It made you nervous to be so far past the boundary. Your older brother scoffs at you, turning away once again as he continues to march further. 

    “Father told me that he had set bear traps out to keep the animals away from the house. I’m going to see if he’s caught anything.” Andrew says stubbornly. You rush ahead to try and keep up with him, staying close and looking around anxiously. You never had been a rule breaker, and this was just a little more adventurous than you were comfortable with.

    “Bears? You don’t think we’ll find any, do you? I don't want to see anything be hurt.” You whine, tears forming in your eyes. Your brother laughs at you, the same way did the time you brought some a dying bird, or the time you had begged father to spare the rabbit that had been digging in the garden. He never understood why you were so soft-hearted.

    “You’re going to need to be more brave if you’re going to be an adult one day. Cowards get killed.” Andrews teases, cackling wickedly as he steps on a branch and the sound of it snapping causes you to flinch and cry out, rushing forward to grab hold of his arm.

    “That’s not true!” You cry. 

    “Yeah, it is!” Andrew argues. There’s a bit of a ditch in front of the two of you, and he shakes you off before he hops down. He holds his hand out to help you navigate the drop, and you take it eagerly as you carefully get down, making sure not to dirty your skirts any more than they had been. 

    “No, it’s not! It’s not true! It’s not true because I have you, remember? Big brothers are supposed to protect their little sisters!” You persist once you’re finished. Andrew sighs again, but you don’t doubt his answer for a second. He rolls his eyes at you before he begins to walk on.

    “Of course I am. But you can’t expect me to get to you every time.” Andrew says. You’re about to refute that when the two of you hear a rustling in the bushes up ahead. Andrew holds out a hand to keep you behind him, stopping both of you in your tracks. The birds have stopped singing, and you know that it means something scary is about to happen. Dad calls it a bad oh-men or something along those lines, but you didn’t usually listen to him. Now you’re starting to wish you had.

    “Stay here. I think I hear something up ahead.” Andrew whispers to you. You try to grab for his arms as he leaves you, but he’s too far away, and you find your feet rooted to the spot. You’re too scared to move, holding your hands anxiously as you watch Andrew begin to stumble through the bushes cautiously. You don’t like this. You don’t like it at all. You can only see his head through once he’s through the thick of it, and you hear him huff in disappointment when he doesn’t find anything on the other side.

    “Never mind. There’s not even-” There’s a sound of a mechanical snap before Andrew falls to the ground with a scream. 

    “Andy!” You cry out, immediately bolting through the bush. Branches and briars get caught on your skirt and tear at your skin as you push through to get to him. Your brother is shouting and grunting in pain when you see him, tears dotting his eyes as he stares down at the sight of his ankle caught firmly between the teeth of a bear trap.

    “Stupid trap!” He cries out, his hands shaking from adrenaline. You don’t know what to do, standing frozen at the bloody sight before you, mind going back and forth between whether or not you should go to your brother or run home to get your parents.

     “Help me get it off!” Andrew shouts, and it’s enough to finally bring you back to the situation. You can only nod frantically as you kneel by his side. Hands shaking as you help your brother try and open the trap and get it off of him. The metal digs into your fingers as you try to pry it open, your brother grunting and crying with the effort to do so. You can only think of what your parents will say, what Andrew will do. What if it got infected? What if he lost his foot completely? You realize you’re crying as you and Andrew try with all your might to pull the trap open, grip beginning to slip on the contraption right as Andrew tugs his leg out of the trap. It snaps closed violently after, barely missing both of your fingertips as Andrew rolls away from it.

    “What- What do we do? Andy?” You ask, unable to do much but stare as your brother writes in pain. It’s all happening so fast, but god did everything feel so slow. Andrew manages to make out something about stopping the bleeding, and you’re right on it as you press your small hands to the bloody, mangled, flesh. You squeeze tightly as you pray and pray and pray for him to stop bleeding, shutting your eyes tightly as you sob and cry and wish you could do something, anything more to help your big brother.

    There’s a buzzy feeling in your hands, like pins and needles without the pain. You don’t see it happening as you sit there and bawl for your brother, his warm blood on your hands all you can manage to feel in the moment. The blood begins to slow, and slow, and you don't even realize it has stopped until everything seems to be just as quiet as before. You realize that Andrew isn’t crying anymore, and find yourself brave enough to cautiously open your eyes.

    To your surprise, you don’t see anything. 

    All there is is Andrew’s blood staining his ripped pants and both of your hands- but the strangest part of all was that there was no more wound. Not even a bruise remained of the bone-deep cuts that had been there just a moment before. Your tears begin to dry up as your eyebrows furrow, still hiccuping as you look on at the scene in confusion. When you look up at your brother, he’s wide-eyed. Staring at you in complete shock.

    “Was that you that did that?”  He asks. You don’t know what to say. You don't know. You begin to notice a soreness in your leg as the two of you sit there, simply staring at each other in shock. Eventually, Andrew swallows, before he tries to stand up, doing so effortlessly and without pain. He stretches and flexes his leg, moving it back and forth like his brain is still playing catch up. You try to follow his lead, only to cry out in pain and stumble. There's a deep purple bruise circling your leg when you raise your skirt, one that perfectly mimicked the bloody hole in Andrew’s pants where his own wound once had been.

    He carried you back home that day.

    The Great War began on July 28th, 1914. The archduke of Austria, Franz Ferdinand, had been assassinated, thus causing a series of events that spiraled into the worst war that the world had ever seen until that point. Your brother was quickly whisked away into the battle once the fight had started. He quickly advanced through the ranks, his ever-present charm and intelligence being a boon to him, and an asset to many others. He had always been the fighter. Your bother Andrew, your protector, and keeper of your secrets, now a general in the Canadian army. You could hardly believe it. 

    You, on the other hand, had begun to educate yourself at your brother’s behest. You became a nurse, finding yourself drawn to the field in the absence of the many men who had left mainland hospitals to go to war. You loved it. You loved helping people heal and survive, thrive even, but even so, you had become rather secretive about your natural gifts. Andrew, as supportive as he was, knew that the world would never accept powers like yours. As guilty as you felt every time a patient had slipped through the doctor’s fingers, you knew better. Your healing abilities took from you a fraction of what it gave to others, and using it was just not possible in large doses. You knew that and knew to listen to your brother’s warnings. Still, it did not stop you completely. Healing a wound or broken bone now and then in the shadows, where there was no one there to see. Miracles became your specialty, but your medical knowledge had become your backbone.

    At the end of April, you were surprised to receive a letter from your brother, the contents of it being a plea for you to join him in the war efforts. They needed nurses, trained, knowledgeable, nurses. You would be by his side as much as possible, but you were needed across the sea. And well, if it was your brother asking, who were you to refuse?

Novemver 2nd, 1917

    "You are to keep your medical supplies cleanly and well maintained. I understand that you aren't exactly green in this line of work, but let me tell you, you haven't seen war yet." The senior nurse in front of you has no time for fools, you have only known her for a moment, and yet you know this for a fact. Her pace is fast and purposeful. Her skirt is muddied and stained, and yet her boots do not seem to sink or stick in the mud like yours do as you try your best to keep up with her. Nurse Mary is strict in personality and pace, and you're careful to follow directly behind her throughout the busy encampment. 

Everyone seems to have something urgent to attend to, soldiers and nurses and medics alike all running about through the mud and dirt. There are many hospital tents, many more than you had originally anticipated. You begin to realize exactly why your brother had been so firm in instructing you to refrain from assisting any wounded beyond what help lies within sutures and gauze. 

    “How often do the wounded arrive?” You ask, following her into a rather large hospital tent and passing by various cots with wounded men.

    “You should expect them to arrive every day. The wounded are many, but the dead are more, god rest their souls.”  She tells you, one of her hands clutching the cross around her neck for a moment. There are many things you have learned throughout your schooling, and many gruesome sights you know to expect, but the one thing that still gave you chills was the death toll. You try not to think about it too hard, knowing that it’s just the truth of war that good men go to die. But that doesn’t mean you will ever be forced to be comfortable with it. You pass many rows of wounded soldiers as you follow her through, many being gravely injured with missing and mangled limbs, and shrapnel in places where it should never be. You keep your bedside manner in check, but you know half of those men won’t make it through the night.

    “We should be grateful for the men who return to our care, but please keep in mind that we are the only buffer between them and god. You must understand that losing these men isn’t an if, it’s a when.” You nod solemnly in response to her, quelling the anxiety in your heart. You knew very well that she was right. You casually look around the hospital tent, doing your best to help familiarise yourself with the surroundings when a puff of smoke catches your eye.

    You don’t know where to laugh or scold the man, brown eyes meeting your own as he quickly tries to hide the cigar. Nurse Mary clearly had not seen him, but you certainly did. You can’t help but smile in a baffled sort of way, and the soldier- the quite handsome soldier- smirks, shrugging his shoulders at you. You try not to laugh, choosing to simply shake your head instead of pointing it out to Nurse Mary. It’s something he clearly appreciates, and he tips his head at you, winking as you finally pass him by. You hope you’re not blushing, quickly looking away from him with a smile on your face that you couldn’t fight off.

    “Are you paying attention, Miss? Your brother spoke very highly of your skills, it would be a shame if it were all to be lies.” The nurse ahead of you says, a strict tone in her voice. It almost startles you, bringing you back to earth after the solid minute of distraction the brown-eyed soldier had caused. 

    “I- yes. I apologize. Please, continue.” You reply quickly. You can tell she’s not quite convinced but doesn’t have the time to care, reminding you that there would be little to no time to dally once you had been given decent instruction about the facilities. You’re eager to get to work, and decide that there would be no more distractions today- no matter how charming or handsome they seem to be.

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    You were assigned work the moment your walkthrough had been conducted. No downtime, no breaks. You wonder if you truly had any idea how bad things would be where you got here. Seeing the wounded was one thing, but reading their chart was another. You felt detached as you conducted physicals, changed bandages, and redressed wounds and cuts. You checked for infections in those with amputated limbs, knowing that death would soon come for those who were so unfortunate. The difference between any of the men was astounding- wounds from this war unlike any that you had ever seen before. You had heard of the new weapons, the horrors that geniuses had developed so that others would die. It pains you that someone could be so ignorant and cruel- and yet even you hope that you would never have to face those instruments of war.

   Out of all the strange and unusual wounds and war-torn soldiers you met on that day, there was only one who you remembered in truly remarkable detail.

    You see the puff of smoke before you see him, lounging on the backboard of his hospital cot without a care in the world. Besides some old bandages on his chest, you can tell that he’s not in any pain. To be honest, you start to wonder if he belongs in this infirmary at all. He’s distracted, cigar held up to his lips as he takes a deep inhale of the smoke, drowning out his senses with the nicotine. 

    “You must be feeling pretty confident to be breaking the only rule we have in here.” You say, raising an eyebrow at him. He chokes on the smoke rather suddenly, trying to recover as quickly as he can as he puts the cigar out. You give him a sweet smile, trying your best not to laugh. He smiles sort of unabashedly at you, shrugging. 

    “Can’t blame a man for tryin’.” He coughs. You shake your head at him, lifting some papers on your clipboard before you find the one assigned to his cot. Your eyes are immediately drawn to his list of past injuries and causes of infirmary visits. How is this man even alive?

    “Logan Howlett, I presume? You’re pretty perky for a man who has such a long list of injuries.” You state, still reading it through. You’ve never seen this many on one chart before- all dating from the very start of the war to his current visit. Logan gives you a shrug of his shoulders, which isn’t exactly a response you would prefer, but he smiles at you in a charming sort of way that makes your heart flutter. 

    “They call me Lucky Logan for a reason,” Logan hums- causing you to huff a laugh. You shake your head at him, setting the clipboard down on the edge of the bed before you begin conducting a physical and checking on his “wounds.”- not that there really was any besides an odd, yellowed bruise or two that you could almost swear seemed to be lightening by the minute.

    “ ‘You new here?” You glance up at him at the sound of his voice, smiling a bit out of politeness.

   “Why, Is it that easy to tell?” You ask, knowing that he certainly knew so due to him seeing you earlier, but you wonder for a moment if you seemed to be any different from the other nurses. You always strived to be good at what you do, but part of you had a tendency to worry if you could keep up with the others here.

    “Nah,” He says, bluntly. “I just think I’d remember if I had seen a pretty nurse like you before.”  The words make you gape for a moment, that smile still showing as you shake your head at him and try not to laugh. He was a flirt- a rather smooth one too. 

    “Do you use that line on all the ladies?” You tease as you pull out your stethoscope to listen to his heart. You listen, and besides the fact that his heart rate is a little faster than the regular average, you don’t seem to notice anything too strange.

    “Only the ones as pretty as you.” He says. You don’t hold back your laugh at that, and his genuine smile is definitely contagious. You check his eyesight and overall mobility one more time once you’re done, trying not to blush at the way he’s looking at you. You feel his gaze even when you step away to write on his chart, finishing things up.

    “Well, Mr. Howlett, you seem to have a perfect bill of health,” Logan perks up a bit at that, moving to where he can sit on the side of the cot, his feet on the ground. “...but I can’t completely release you just yet. You’re free to wander around some, but you’ll have to wait for the doc to give you one last look-over before you can go back to the frontlines.” He lets out a dramatic sigh, frowning for only a minute before he stands, winking at you as he grabs his shirt from underneath the cot- the bloodied one they wheeled him in here with, no doubt, and puts it on.

    “If that means I’ll be seeing you more often, I’ll take it.” He flirts. You laugh, knowing that you very well might have swooned if you had been any greener to this line of work. Instead, all you can really do is cringe at the sight of his shirt and lean down to the small table to his right, the one where his chart had been, and open the drawer, revealing a freshly clean set of clothes. 

    “Don’t get too ahead of yourself, Smokey.” You joke, finding his surprised face rather endearing. It only takes a moment before he’s smirking again, taking the clothes from you and doing a mock toast to you with the cloth. You shake your head at him, trying to keep your smile contained as you walk away from him and over to your next patient.

    You find yourself thinking about him throughout the day, both delighted and somewhat frustrated at yourself for swooning so easily over a soldier- on your first day, too. You had told yourself when you took this job that you would never do such a thing, knowing that so many romances in a time like this end in tragedy- but you certainly couldn’t seem to help it. You think about him when the other nurses talk about their personal soldiers, out there fighting the war, and think about him again before you go to bed. It was frustrating! You met a man and knew him a whole ten minutes before swooning like a schoolgirl. You suppose it felt nice to be wanted nonetheless and felt nice to be complemented by someone you found so handsome… But you didn’t need to be thinking so hard about this right now anyway. You roll over onto your side in your bed, hoping to fall asleep soon instead of spending time thinking about something that won’t happen.

    Besides, there wasn’t a chance in hell that your brother would ever approve of any relationship you had with a soldier. You were sure that if he had his way, you would die as a spinster- forever reliant on the family. Your dreams that night are more like nightmares, dreaming of faces and growing old and rocking in a chair alone in your brother’s house, a burden to his finances, his wife, and children. But then there are some dreams where you see the face of one particular soldier, and wonder why you felt so compelled by him.

[smilocity]

Calling the Walker Brothers "bro" as their wife

Happy Canada Day to me and everyone that celebrates it!

Hey yall! This is part two of you (as their wife) to call the Ghost team "bro" when you’re their partner and married to them.

(I cannot believe there’s an image limit…😭😭😭)

Notes: A little bit of a suggestiveness in the texts but it’s mild. Viewer discretion is limited!

Genre: fluff, teasing, comedy.

David "Hesh" Walker

Logan Walker

[dozing-marshmallow]

Im so sorry for all the Chris’ nibling stuff but I absolutely love family type fics so could you please continue the thing into maybe World Tour?

Maybe Alejandro being like a big brother type thingy? You know since his big brother is kinda a bootyhole

NO DON’T APOLOGISE IT’S OKAY!! It’s a sign that you really enjoy this instalment and that makes me proud of my ability as a writer to engage yall so much. :’)

CHRIS MCLEAN’S NIBLING! READER WORLD TOUR HEADCANONS

It’s been a year, and Total Drama was coming back with its third season: a no-holds-barred race around the world in a jet! 

It wasn’t surprising that it took a lot more conversation out of Chris to convince your parents to let you on this one- the suspicious measure of his jet’s safety, what you’d be exposed to this time around, your passport, visa, if the whole process was even legal.

In the end, they allowed it, primarily because it was Chris’ burden to bear the responsibilities and they trusted him enough to keep you safe.

This time, you didn’t need to pack; everything you’d need was at Chris’ place already.

That’s right! You started staying with him a lot more without your parents being around.

You were one year older, and so was everyone else.

Chris decided to invite two new contestants on the show. Potential friends?

“Eee! OMG! It’s Chris Junior! Hi! Hi! Hi!” One of them, the super fan Sierra wildly shakes your hand,“I always daydreamed about the day I’d get to meet my step-cousin, and now I’m finally here!”

“Step-cousin...?” you didn’t get it.

“(Y/N) your majesty, why don’t you go sit at the front with Chef while uncle Chris explains a few rules to the passengers?” Chris interrupts sweetly.

“Aww. Okay.” After you whispered to him,“Will I need to sing too?”

The plane took off, and you were flying into the sky!

“I think I can see my house from here!” You exclaim, peering out one of the holes in the wall modified as windows in the “economy” section. The wind taps your face. Canada looked like little rectangles!

“It’s a long way down! Don’t lean out too much, you don’t wanna fall!” Leshawna advised, beaming at you.

“I won’t fall! This is the Chris plane!” You declared, jumping off the bench and spinning around in circles.

The Chris plane broke out free in aggressive blue.

“Huuu...” you whimpered, cutting your dancing short,“Is that normal?... Is...this meant to happen?”

“Are you frightened?” An answer in the form of a question slid into your ears by Alejandro, the other new contestant.

“Y-Yeah...” you nod, clutching onto the window,“I’ve never been on a plane before... If this is what it’s like, I don’t think I like planes very much...”

“You don’t need to feel frightened.” A tanned arm of his surrounds you, seeming sincere, like a scared half to death boy who didn’t get this shield long ago,“I may not have much history with you, but it’s not in my morals to ignore a child in distress.”

You could see why your uncle wanted him on the show. His face was perfect, alright. And the hair on his chin really got you curious,“Can I...?”

“By all means.” He directs your hand to his goatee.

You stroke it. Soft...like silk,“My uncle told me about you. Don’t worry, I don’t snitch, but are you fake being nice to me?”

He shakes his head, his long dark hair similar to Chris’ elands with it,“I haven’t any intention to deceive you, little one.”

“You can say that, but not mean it...” you mumble, not happy with his nature, but happy enough to accept it the way it was.

“This is separate. I swear.” His fingers weren’t crossed,“I wonder, (Y/N)...you don’t happen to have siblings, do you?”

“Mm mm. My parents are busy so there’s only me.” You quiet your voice, now stroking his necklace,“If I did, I probably wouldn’t be on the show, and I’d be jealous that I’d have to share...”

“I see... It sounds like a life of luxury.”

“Ale-jandro!” your uncle appears down the hall,“Strategising already, are you?”

“What? Of course not! To use a child like this? I could never!” The Hispanic man quickly jumped to defend himself.

“Yeah yeah, the turbulence is over in case you missed it.” His odium of the sight sharpened his face, which was very new.

“What’s the problem here?” You’d like to know too. What gives, uncle?,“Please forgive me if I act in ignorance, for I did not see anything about-“

“You done? I’m uh, kinda waiting on you to get up and go.” much to your baffled expression, Chris’ impatience squished Alejandro’s right to speak, leaving him no other choice, but to bid an end to your moment together.

Nobody could look smart challenging the host. Not at the start as a newbie at least.

Understandable, though. Chris loses control over his contestants sometimes and didn’t want you to get in the middle of it.

Shortly, you arrive to Egypt, the first country, and watched the contestants take their mark to race across a pyramid. While you were so excited to visit new cultures and be in different countries, Egypt itself was unbearably dry.

“Ughhh uncle! How are you not hot?” You groan, flapping your hand in front of your face. Too hot... So hot...!

“Look what I’m wearing.” he answered, ironic since the most he wore was a nemes and loincloth- not even a shirt.

Seeing how relaxed he was nagged you to groan further,“I’m melllting!”

“Intern!” He yelled at a poor unpaid worker to rush and raise-low a palm leaf to you,“Better?”

“Ahh..” you groan, falling into the sand on your knees,“I could use some icy lemonade right now...”

This was going to be a loooooong season.

[mayweneverdie]

May I request maybe Charles smith and his s/o relaxing after a long day of work, laying together on their bedrolls next to the campfire 🫶

By the Fire

I’m actually so happy with all these requests omg

Cw: possible ooc

Notes: canon time, single space instead of double space to see how it formats

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A small sigh of relief escapes Charles lips as he sets the axe against the oak stump in front of him. He spent nearly the entire day doing chores. With everything done, he sauntered over to his things to grab a change of clothes, soap, and a cloth. He draped his clothes over his arm with the soap and cloth in his hand before heading towards a shady and hidden part of the lake to bathe.

Lake water never looked better than right now. He tossed his shirt to the side before kicking his pants off as well. One step and another before his waist is submerged. He took his time, making sure to get all the sweat and grime off his body and out of his hair. Once satisfied, he dunks under the water once to rid himself of the suds before getting out.

A cool breeze runs over his body as he dries himself, causing goosebumps to raise on his arms. Charles quickly dresses himself before heading back to camp, bringing his things with him. Just one more stop before he’s lying with you, which is just putting his soap away and placing his dirty clothes into a basket to be washed tomorrow.

Two hands snake their way around his waist, one hand holding the opposite wrist. Looking over his shoulder, Charles quickly realized it was you. He smiles softly to you before he wraps an arm around your shoulders.

“Fires warm, care to join me?” You ask with an inviting smile, threading your fingers into his damp hair, “I can comb your hair if you’d like.” You add on. Charles nods and kisses your forehead.

“I’d like that.” Charles murmurs into your hair before letting you go to get cozy on his bedroll. You grin with his acceptance and get behind him, kneeling a little so you can really see what you’re doing. The comb starts from the bottom, making sure any knots down there are gone before going up. For how much work he had accomplished, his hair was remarkably detangled.

To keep his hair from getting messy in the morning, you quickly braid it and tie the end up with a ribbon like string. You admire your work for a moment before kissing his cheek and laying in the bedroll next to him. You look up to him for a moment. He looked gorgeous with the fire glowing on his skin. Charles quickly noticed, but said nothing.

“Thank you.” He whispered to you with a soft smile. He takes a moment to admire the braid as well before laying with you. Everything felt so peaceful, nearly perfect. Javier’s guitar playing, crickets chirping, and the sound a breeze going through the summer leaves was all you need to feel your heart slow down. You began to hum with the song once you recognized it as Cielito Lindo. You didn’t quite understand the words, but they were pretty to hear nonetheless.

Noticing how happy you looked, Charles reaches his hand out to rest on your waist. He waits a few moments before pulling you near him. You had no qualms at all, you rather liked it. Eyes still closed, you get in closer to sleep in his hold. He quickly notices and kisses the top of your head before closing his eyes as well.

It was quite unusual for him to be so affectionate, but you didn’t mind one bit. His newfound affection lulled you right to sleep knowing nothing was wrong.

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I was in the middle of writing this and a certain someone liked my post and MADE ME LOSE ALL PROGRESS!! So i had to restart 😭. Also i just remembered i have to write for onward to canada, please give idea on what to write in next part pls n thx 🙏 also do yall prefer the single or double space between paragraphs?

[diazheartsbuckley]

Am I gonna treat this as a diary right now? Definitely yes

Are yall free to scroll through my ramblings?

Also most definitely

So some of you might know that I became single a few months back because my gf at the time and I grew apart and had our differences regarding the future

And I’ve been okay with that choice. Hell I still am because neither of us were happy anymore. But we were still living together after the breakup and when she moved out, we were still kinda seeing each other

Then we didn’t see or talk to each other for a couple of weeks, a deal we put in place so that we’d have time to move forward and actually be broken up

Had dinner before I went to visit a friend in Canada for two weeks

And now I’m back and I’ve been back for a couple of weeks now and somehow nothing feels real

I’ve got my new apartment and it’s amazing even though I haven’t settled in completely yet

Sometimes I just forget why I’m here. By myself. And I can feel myself dissociating. I’ll go to work and a few hours later, I’ll have forgotten all about it.

I don’t feel much of anything these days. The whole announcing a new name is the one thing that’s really brought me any real joy since I came back.

I also don’t write that much anymore. I can’t focus on anything. I have so many ideas but none of them seem to stick or fully grasp my attention.

I don’t know where I’m going with this and I’m also not expecting any answers.

I’m just…I’m just tired

[lupeloto]

5 fandoms, 5 ships

thank you for the tag @lingy910y @jademickian @deathclassic @energievie this shit is my jam and i had so much fun. it was really difficult for me to choose!

1. ian gallagher/mickey milkovich - shameless

uhm yall already know they are my entire personality and i truly believe there is not a more beautifully told love story in all television history. they are everything to me.

2. dean winchester/castiel - supernatural

boooooo whatever we alllll know how i feel about these two (i am crazy. they make me loose my mind)

3. lupe garcia/jess mccready - a league of their own

taken from me. swept right from under my feet. my butch4butch babies from day one. they were in love. in my mind they are off somewhere in canada living a happy life with esti. my username came from! i have tonsss of jesslupe posts if u scroll far enough. i miss them everyday and i miss aloto more than i could ever explain

4. cece parekh/schmidt - new girl

my emotional support straight people. enough said

5. shelby goodkind/toni shalifoe - the wilds

also taken from me. they meant so much to me and still do and i never will shut up about them.

if you’d like to join! @mickeysgaymom @creepkinginc @heymrspatel @such-a-barbarian @depressedstressedlemonzest

[missegyptiana]

Isabella I’m so happy for you! Really all this time I was hoping you could go and see her one last time in your hometown and look at that! It’s finally about to happen!!

I saw The Eras Tour once and my seat was right in front of the stage (front view lower bowl) and it was sooo good. Like legit the screens are HUGE and even when Taylor is on the other end of the stage you can see her, the band and the backup singers. Also! You can see the animations of the stage!! It’s just so cool. OH AND PREPARE YOURSELF FOR THE FIRE WITH BAD BLOOD. I know you already went and felt the heat but when you’re in front view you have fire from 4 different points all around you. It’s like you’re a rotisserie chicken lol. INSANE, just insane.

SO HAPPY THAT YOU’RE GOING!!! What surprise songs are you hoping to get?

omg this is the sweetest message i’m gonna cry. i’ve waited more than a year to get a ticket to toronto and tried not to lose hope and i cannot believe im going on thursday and seeing the second version of the eras tour for the first time with an amazing view. im so very grateful. i love the bad blood fire so much and the crowds reaction😭 ALSO im so fucking excited to see gracie live for the first time i love her so so much and she’s helped heal me with things like taylor. she isn’t touring in canada so im gonna sob on thursday. for surprise songs im really hoping for ANYTHING lover, especially its nice to have a friend, when emma falls in love, a place in this world (or literally anything from debut), change and right where you left me! but i will be so happy that day no matter what but plz manifest with me yall

[cyarsk52-20]

All the shit yall love about America is about to be destroyed. Literally everything. Thats exactly why im going to Canada 🇨🇦

And Don’t ask Black women for shit else!

Do not want to hear “we failed her.” Direct that to someone else. As a Black woman, I didn’t fail anyone. Leave us out of it. We voted, donated, educated, and campaigned. Despite everything, we did the best we could for this country. And they did what they always do.

Sick of people playing in our faces!

Tired of white people doing harm to the whole country! and don’t say anything about it’s not you! This is why we chose the bear.

LETS GET SOMETHING STRAIGHT. The American People voted to absolutely make sure LOADS of people would die at Trumps hands. - Their daughters, their wives, children & their fellow citizens will die from school shootings, pregnancy & easily cured diseases. -It’s free hunting season for blacks with immunity for white cops. - Muslims & Latinos will DEFINITELY die in mass deportation roundups/camps. - Gaza will be bulldozed if not ethnically cleansed. - Iranians who want democracy will die. - Ukrainians are dying in droves already. If you think your family is immune from Trumps dementia & chaos that is coming? Did you forget about Covid?

Middle East: This is the end of Gaza & the two state solution. This ends & criminalizes #FreePalestine in America. Next are likely mass deportations of Muslims & banning any further immigration starting in 90 days You wanted this. Are you happy now?

When you lose me it's a big problem. When I tell you I'm done I'm not sure you can get me back. Get somebody else to do it.

Some of these same overpaid and out of touch douchebag pundits who were crying were the same ones who wanted Biden out of the race. Oh hell no. You don't get to cry now. This is what you wanted, right. Turn off the waterworks. Take it, and shut up

to all of you fools who threw your votes away for palestine you just handed palestine to netanyahu and its all but gone now your privileged bullshit allowed you to think you could act like a child and it is now on your head you sacrificed the palestinians you ended gaza you did this.

[bigmammallama5]

So this must have already been asked but I can never work tumblr’s search correctly. Is the creative life also your day job? Your work is amazing but like it is your side passion or just what also sustains you. How could I order your pottery work?

tumblr's search is mostly broken now so i'm not surprised lmao (i'm always happy to talk to yall even if it has been asked before)

I do have an actual creative career (with benefits and retirement!! LOL), I'm an art director in a small design firm and I specialize in retail package design and product photography. Most of you in the States (and probably Canada) have seen my work in the real world! It's very boring lol.

Ceramics is my true love, I think, but I don't have any desire to sell it myself online as I don't have the space to store inventory or funds to get the shipping materials (or even the clay materials) and would rather teach it. BUT. I will be selling some of my pottery very soon through the studio I learn/teach at, and I will post that link when I actually have it! They do ship at least within the States, and 60% of the sale will go to me.

But all my other creative adventures whether that's drawing or writing or any other activity that involves making with my hands are just for funsies and because it makes me happy. One of the best pieces of advice one of my bosses gave me when I first started was "You are in a creative job, make sure you have your own creative outlet that you don't monetize." And I stand by that. It keeps me sane, and that's also part of why I don't have an online ceramics shop or pushed a shop for prints too hard.

[interstel-ler]

It’s been a minute so I’ll make a pinned post since I’d love to start being more active after taking a much needed separation from interacting and get to know some of yall again! You can call me Bren for now! Rebranded but the old URL is Demonswitch666 for those confused lmao just wanted to broaden what I post and move away from strictly kink.

First and foremost: minors stay outta here this blog is not a space for any of you. I’m 28 and this is a Strictly 18+ blog as there will be NSFW content in this blog.

Hi I’ll go by Bren for now! I’m a 28 year old dude based out of Canada. Also am in a happy relationship, but happy to meet new people and make friends!

This blog will likely be just a variety of hyperfixations of the month, including but not limited to space/astronomy, LEGO (yes I’m fr do you know how much insanely cool builds there are??), Art, Anime, Cars, Carpentry, Video Games. The list goes on seriously, but anyway this still being a kink blog.

Mostly Dom/Ler leaning in the dynamics, but am a Switch if the person clicks that way. Some kinks I have I’ll list a few but not all.

Kinks

Tickling.

Bondage.

Edging/Denial.

Impact play.

Breath Play.

Degradation/Praise.

Pet Play.

CNC.

GFD.

I hope you enjoy your stay or the reblog shitposts you scroll past on your day! Would love to get to know any of you and feel free to shoot a question if one comes up!

[plumsfromyouricebox]

Happy Canada Day! Have a sneak peek :)

“…But then Will found he could no longer ignore the fact that his best friend's smile gave him heart palpitations. And instead of slithering vines and demogorgons he started dreaming of faint freckles and dark, twinkling eyes.”

-in my blood like holy wine, Chapter 10 (coming July 2)

in my blood like holy wine (37213 words) by Plumsfromyouricebox Chapters: 9/15 Fandom: Stranger Things (TV 2016) Rating: Mature Warnings: Underage Relationships: Maxine "Max" Mayfield/Mike Wheeler Characters: Mike Wheeler, Maxine "Max" Mayfield, Will Byers, Dustin Henderson, Lucas Sinclair, Susan Hargrove, Neil Hargrove, Jim "Chief" Hopper Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Friends With Benefits, Smut, Angst with a Happy Ending, Domestic Violence, Canon-Typical Violence, Porn With Plot, Idiots in Love, Pining, Hurt/Comfort, Female rage, Secret Relationship, POV Multiple, Mike is kinda subby, Neil Hargrove is His Own Warning, Implied/Referenced Drug Addiction, yall arent ready Summary: “Holy shit, I can’t stand you,” he chuckled, only half serious, before tipping his head back as he brought the bottle to his lips and finished off the last drops of champagne. But when he lowered it Max had somehow crossed the cellar and was standing in front of him, looking down with her head tilted to the side and her hands on her hips. “You wanna know what I think?” Mike raised a brow. “Not really.” “I think you’re attracted to me.”   *** He’s looking for some excitement, she’s looking to forget. This no-strings-attached, friends-with-benefits thing couldn’t possibly go wrong… right?

[anumacy]

Happy Canada day yall, kinda forgot about it 🇨🇦🇨🇦🇨🇦🇨🇦🇨🇦

To all the lovely Canadians whove seen my blog dont worry you're not the only one on the internet, I exist too.

[starsilversword]

Happy Canada day from Alberta lol. It's raining where I live. Hope yall have a great day and not get to soaked. Also, a moment of silence for all those affected by the Canadian residential school system, as today may not be the happiest day for yall. Uh. I'm not great with words so I hope everyone just has a nice (rain free) day

[yuri-for-businesswomen]

I honestly wouldn't be complaining about Europeans so much if it weren't for the fact that I've been drowning in European hypocrisy nearly on a daily basis for more than half a decade now.

But most of my classmates are from mainland European countries like France, Belgium, Germany, Poland, or Sweden, and then there's the Icelanders I work with. And half the time when I say I'm from the U.S. they immediately make some really inappropriate remark like "haha at least I'm not from bang bang shooty gun land, I'm from a REAL country that has healthcare and gun control 🤣" with no regard for how rude and deranged that is to say to someone they barely know.

And I always get the feeling that they expect me to start self flagellating and going "haha yes you're so right!! I'm from the country of inbred hillbillies and we all willfully choose to go without healthcare and to die in school shootings because we're such dumb backwards hillbillies! 😌" Because they always look a little shocked when I don't do that and actually push back or even tell them they're being rude.

And the thing is I've spoken with other Americans who live in Northern or Western Europe, and they've all had similar experiences.

And often the same exact Europeans who do this will later say the most nauseatingly racist/xenophobic/ECT. remarks and expect me to still see them as superior and more progressive.

I would be very happy to stay in my own lane and not say a word on European racism and xenophobia. But the hypocrisy I drown in every day is driving me insane and if I stay quiet I'll fucking lose it.

ah i see maybe i misunderstood. it was about how europeans talk about the usa, not about others? to be fair as a german when i was meeting foreigners from the uk or australia for example they would make nazi/hitler jokes to me as well sometimes. didnt find it appropriate or liked it either but i think thats just different levels of sensitivity. i wouldnt think its racist/xenophobic because westerners joking about westerners even if its bad/insensitive/inappropriate jokes is not kicking downwards (the hitler jokes are often mocking the holocaust though which is blatantly antisemitic). but i understand where you are coming from now.

generally i think that usamericans are the most adament about political correctness, and that yall dont deal well with bluntness. i agree though its very inappropriate to mock someone for their countries lack of healthcare or gun violence. i think it has kind of become a „meme“ online as well to slam school shootings into any usamerican persons face. thats not okay. i think many are sick of usamerican hegemony and falsely think its okay to attack usamericans for it when you are also suffering from usamerican politics. so yeah i wouldnt say europeans have more (or less) issues with xenophobia and racism than the usa and canada but its possible some people are more blatant and blunt with it here.

also, the european union (which is not all of europe) is self-advertising as this progressive and peaceful organisation when they spend billions to let people drown in the ocean who just want a better life, for example, and people who are either centrist or apolitical believe this shit, and think they live in progressiveland without reflecting on their own biases. the right-wing is very critical of the european union and want it gone, and theyre the most unhinged when it comes to racism. and i think the european left is just very usa-critical, which i could see leading to misguided comments.