#happy loges

[finn95o]

He deserved so much better🥲

Hereby a happy Logan drawing for the soul

[mrmiserymushroom]

i did this 2 days ago and stolas lament released yesterday. idk how to feel about. this i just want my birdie babe to have at least one happiness frame goddamn :T

[astraskylark]

Happy 25th Birthday Dipper and Mabel✨🌲May the mysteries continue 🔼

[yoshipupz]

HOW MANY MORE TIMES IS HE GONNA GET POPPED HELP

WEHN I WAS MAKING THIS I LITERSLLY HAD MULTIPLE MORE CLIPS LEFT OVER OF HIM RUNNING INTO STUFF HELP ME

[desire-mona]

#blessed

[amordei-k]

i WAS gonna sleep in but apparently my aunt and her girlfriend are getting married in secret (secret as in hiding from homophobic relatives bc we live in texas) tomorrow and I'm so fuckinv happy for them

[codecicle]

MY MOM JUST BOUGHT ME THE PATREON WAR IS OVER

[honeyglas]

Hey @crowshuh

[wishi-selfships]

!!!! TWO YEARS LETS GOOOO 🗣🗣🗣🗣

TWO YEARS W THIS SILLY ⬇️⬇️⬇️

[cherubdulce]

OH MH GOD ?!?!?!?!! MY PRINCESS IS BACK FROM JAIL?!?!?!!

[bkdk-and-extras]

oooOOOOHHHH MY GODDD ITS HERE ITS HERE

THANK YOU SO SO MUCH OH.MY GSZHDXN NXFNFND

ITS SO PERFECT???? ITS ITS HFHXHFHF YOU REALLY CAPTURED IT SO WELL!!! THANK YOU IM

Being overcome with the desire to Draw That Thing In Your Head getting swiftly killed by your actual skills and knowledge ✨️ I LOVE THE LIBRARIAN SO SO MUCH IMMMMM FHFHXHFHFHGF THEYRE AWESOME AMAZING STELLARRRRR (also i love the way you draw frustrated/scrunkly browed katsuki <3), the fiery Determination to learn, the progress from angrily scribbled over failures to a quietly thrumming pride. Satisfaction at it being perfect. At it being just like him. KIRIMINAAAAAAAAAA!!! THEYRE SO CUTE!! I fucking wheezed at The Realization™️ oH my god Izuku looks so fucking Fond i wanna know what hes Thinking i need in that dumb nerd brain so so bad. I wanna grab him and squeeze him. Kat going home and being absolutely overcome with how whipped he is, going to the one outlet he has like its his doom and falling into it anyway. I love his eyes there so much,,,ALSO THE HEART ON THE PAGE AND HIS LOADING FACE KILLED ME DEAD ITS PERFECT AHSHZHAHXHDCHJC THE DAMMIT AND "hes a lil stupid <3" DEAD IM SO POSITVIELY SLAIN AAAAA

The way you draw hands!!!!! I think its so lovely, how hands merge with your art style. Theyre such a point of detail and it feels like they especially mean more here. How involved they are in each comic panel is just mwah 🤌 chefs kiss. THE SCRUNKLY FIRST ATTEMPTSS FHFHF the panel where when hes learning both he and his best sketches get closer to the cameraaaaa i just thought that was so charming. The reveal up to his face when hes back in his room!!!!! That had me squee inside 💖💞 the up-down view when he goes to sit too!!!! Hiding his face after the pout until its just his *eyes* and hes so *enraptured* uGH i love ittt i love it so much this is beautiful 😭😭

I can feel the love!!!!! both theirs and the love you put into this. More than anything, i hope you had so much fun making this. That means the most to me.

A comic for @bkdk-and-extras because he wrote a drabble that ate my brain; go read it it’s right here.

Anyway I took way too long on this, but I hope you enjoyed!

[maxlarens]

(last one for now) 🩷: Logan + (american 😤) football game 🥹

honestly this is how i think that me going to a american football game would go (at least re: not knowing whats going on). anyway loved this idea actually thank u 💝 can u tell i dont understand how american football works

cw: ummm slightly suggestive?

“Logan,” you sigh, “I’m sorry, I know this is fun for you, but what the fuck is going on down there?”

Logan laughs, tips his head back so you can see the line of his throat. Foamy beer sloshes over the rim of his plastic cup as he points an arm out, gesturing at players down on the field. You’ve got no real way to know who he means when he says words like Quarterback and Wide Receiver and Outside Linebacker. It’s a whole different language, never mind the way his accent has thickened since he’s been home. Vowels turning honey-sweet and long.

“You understand?”, he asks off the back of a long spiel that you definitely didn’t get.

You wince a little, shake your head, “All I got is that they’re chucking a ball around, Loges. Same as every other sport.”

Logan raises a blonde eyebrow at you, smile tugging charmingly at his mouth, “Every other sport?”

“Yuh huh. Tennis, soccer, footy— uh, padel. Even you guys, I guess.”

A snort, indelicate, childish as he waits for you to elaborate. Clearly intrigued to see how you’ll relate the two, “Go on.”

You shrug sheepishly, feeling a little embarrassed about your dumb joke, but persevering anyway, “Yeah, y’know. Twenty of you slinging your balls around the track every weekend.”

Logan, who’d made the mistake of taking a sip of his beer, bursts suddenly into laughter. Has to redirect the beer-spray that shoots out of his mouth onto the concrete steps below you. Not quick enough apparently, as some hits your bare knee. You can’t help joining in on his snickering as you wipe your knee dry with a napkin.

“Gross,” you complain.

“I’m gross?”

You raise an eyebrow at him, “Yeah. You spat on me.”

Logan’s cornflower blue eyes sparkle under the stadium light. You eye the smattering of blonde stubble as his jaw ticks. Mouth twisting in amusement.

He shrugs his broad, muscular shoulders, expression glinting with something familiar, “I’ve done worse.”

Something tingles down your spine as you bite the inside of your cheek. You raise both eyebrows at him in surprise, maybe just daring him to go on.

“Oh, have you?”, you bite, knowing for certain fact he has, just wanting to hear him say it.

He nods, a polite, perfunctory thing, says, “Yes ma’am,” pretends like he doesn’t know what that does to you.

You purse your lips like you’ve sucked on a sour lemon. Raise an eyebrow at him incredulously for what feels like the hundredth time today. Really, it asks.

His eyes are still bright and mischievous. Happy. The crowd erupts into cheers as some Quarterback or Linebacker or fucking whatever, scores a goal or a touchdown or something of that nature. Neither of you are looking— only at each other.

You grab for the plastic cup in Logan’s hand, in an attempt to stifle the electricity buzzing between you— it’s not the place, nor the time, “Gimme that.”

His lip curls up, satisfied, acquiescing the drink easily to you, “Sure thing, babe.”

A little breathless, a little warm, you gulp down lukewarm beer in an attempt to stifle the heat inside you.

“You’re fucken’ evil, Sargeant.”

He hums, “Yeah. You love it.”

what is it with logan and me making the drabble slightly h*rny. is it just because i’m writing it for u viv????? is it logan?????

[f1enthusiastsstuff]

teammates’ sister - logan sargeant x albon!reader smau

authors note - let’s not talk about the fact that i don’t know how to write anything other than social media au’s

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yourname_albon 🦅🇺🇸🦅

user_1: 🦅🦅🇺🇸🦅 ‘MERICA

user_2: WTF IS A KILOMETRE??!!

alex_albon: was happy to not see your face on my feed but i have to see logan instead 😞

yourname_albon: ok rude to me and loges

oscarpiastri: loges 🤨👀

yournamefan: awww she called him loges

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📍malibu

logansargeant: quick trip to malibu

yourname_albon: the best time ever 🤍

logansargeant: love you

f1lover_: she’s literally so stunning like look at her 😍

lilymhe: wifey

alex_albon: um what 🤨 @logansargeant why has my sister stolen my gf

yourname_albon: love you lily 😍

frederikvesti: 😎😎

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yourname_albon: meal with the bro + a lil race after

alexalbon: rlly humbled me with that pic huh

yourname_albon: sorry not sorry at all ☺️

georgerussell63: looking a lil funny here alex

f1fan23_: omg logan in the drivers parade!

randomuser_: slay alex and his sandwich

logansargeant: 🤍

yourname_albon: 🤍🤍

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logansargeant: quick trip to tokyo before suzuka

yourname_albon: thanks for taking pics of me ☺️

logansargeant: love you 🤍

yourname_albon: love you more x

landonorris: ew love

lissiemackintosh: absolutely stunning @yourname_albon

yourname_albon: love you lissie ☺️

bigfanf1: she’s literally so stunning like look at her

f1fan23: omg she’s so cute

author’s note: ngl finding pics of logan that weren’t racing related was so hard man posts a lot of racing stuff, also not that happy with this but oh well

[resident-idiot-simp]

Origins Deadclaws but Victor finding out.

(caught in the act is one of my favorite tropes and the OG's know that 😎)

Victor was roaming around camp one evening he had no idea where his brother had disappeared off to. He was curious but he wasn't actively searching him out.

He herd scuffling coming from a few hundred feet into the tree line and decided to investigate. If only to sate his own curiosity.

He herd the destinct sound of rough breathing and fabric moving. He smiled to himself he knew exactly what was going on and he would be more then happy to have some blackmail.

As he got a bit closer her herd the destinct sound of a low growl and he paused because surely not...

Then a delighted chuckle he knew belonged to Wade. Wade being one of the people in question wasn't a shock the man was always flirting.

He approached slower then before and thanks to his night vision he got a perfect view of the scene in front of him.

Wade was half leaned against a tree as he sat on the forest floor his arms wrapped around Jimmy's neck who had his tongue shoved down the idiots throat. One hand on the back of Wade's neck to keep him in place the other was loged into a tree with his claws for leverage.

Jimmy was growling low and threateningly as he rutted against the man he was on top of. Wade was fucking cross-eye with pleasure as he let his hands trail lower bown Jimmy's body to hold his waste and keep him close.

Jimmy pulled back only to latch onto Wade's neck shanking his head back and forth slightly as if Wade was prey. Wade fucking moaned, it was a half choked on the surprised noise he couldn't silence as well as he wanted to.

Jimmy seemed to be lost in the pleasure his usual awareness lost. Victor elected not to stick around and made his way quietly back to camp. If he asked Jimmy later if Wade was any good to spluttering and jumbled denial. Well that was only for his entertainment.

(I can do another of this with my darker interruption of Victor if y'all are interested)

[evil-doer-adam]

*he looks down and smiles a little* thank you...

*he's poking around the cave*

- @evil-doer-adam

*The cave echos slightly*

[unsensiblelover]

HOW ARE THE BOYS WHILST BAKING WITH THEM?

FORMULA 1 BOYS ✷

synopsis 🍪 : you and boyfriend try out baking for a chance. agreeing that you two need to at least learn how to cook what you'd like to eat.

FEATURING 🍰 : max, logan, franco, and charles

authors note 🧁 : fun to do, hope you all enjoy!

MAX :

you and max were in the kitchen, having just come back from the grocery store. today, you were going to try your hand at baking. you had a bit of experience with it, but max was completely new to the whole process. as you began setting things up, arranging the ingredients, max started unpacking the bags.

"i’m so happy we get to bake. hopefully, these turn out good, yeah?" you said with a smile, plugging in the whisking machine.

max smiled back, setting down a carton of eggs. "honestly, i’ve never baked anything before, so this should be... interesting. let’s just hope i don’t mess it up too badly."

you raised an eyebrow. "wait—you’re telling me you’ve never baked with your mom as a kid? not even cookies or cakes?"

max paused for a moment, his expression shifting slightly. "i moved in with my dad when i was eight, and baking wasn’t exactly his thing." he told you, pulling out the bag of chocolate chips.

you nodded, understanding. "well then, we can fix that, let's start now, yeah?" you smile at your boyfriend. max chuckled, his tone light. "guess so. if i don’t burn the house down first."

"hey, if anyone’s going to burn anything, it’s probably me," you teased, grabbing the flour.

LOGAN :

with your loving boyfriend, you decided to bake a cake with logan, your annoyingly handsome, golden retriever boyfriend who was sometimes clueless, and blonde.

you sent logan out to buy the ingredients, it was a hassle because the american didn't know how to cook, it was you that cooked frequently in your shared apartment with logan. unfortunately, you told logan to stay where he was and you'd be there.

eventually, you arrived at your local grocery store and walked to the baking aisle, albeit you didn't see logan there. you sighed and walked at least three aisles before seeing him near the frozen produce aisle, petting someone's dog. insanely enough the two looked alike.

you sighed, walking over to your boyfriend and lady besides him, her dog kept on a leash. "who's the cutest guy ever?" logan gushed with cuteness at the dog, rubbing its belly.

you smiled at the sight, and humbly greeted the women beside you before grabbing the americans attention. "loges?" you say, the other, lifting up his head, "babe!" logan says, happy to just see you, standing up properly, and immediately standing by your side, automatically interlacing fingers.

logan happily told the lady goodbye before petting the dog one more time, the two of you walking away to grab baking ingredients.

..

it was a disaster, the cake honestly didn't turn out well...after the whole baking fiasco, you two just decided to order out, not wanting to even exert more energy into cooking dinner for yourself and logan.

FRANCO :

after his morning walk, franco entered your shared apartment with him, a smile on his face. he's had an epiphany. after collecting his breath, he began to speak.

"mi amor, we should bake something," franco happily, giving a quick peck, ignoring that he's sweaty. "bake something, early this morning?" you ask the argentinian groggily.

"yes! it would be great for us to do!" franco exclaimed, his hands finding yours. his eyes, wide and eager like a bunny's, melted any lingering resistance you had.

you sighed, "alright, alright, after you shower we can bake." you say, and smiled once more giving you a kiss on your forehead before walking away to the bathroom.

..

you two were in the kitchen figuring out basic steps to making simple chocolate chip cookies, couldn't be that hard? well, you spoke too soon.

you already fixed up the dry and wet ingredients, you mixed them, now you just need to add vanilla flavouring. you asked franco to give you the vanilla and he did, the argentinian was lost in setting up the oven. as you added drops of it and passed it back to franco you realized you needed a lot more.

the second time he passed you the vanilla flavoring you added it without looking at the bottle, you excused yourself to the bathroom and told franco you went to the restroom and to finish up whilst you were gone. when you came back, the batter was red. you blinked once, confused on why your cookie batter was red.

"love, why is the cookie batter red?" you asked, not confused but amused. franco looked up and realized the cookies were red, sheepishly, he shifted, "because red means love?" he tells you. unaware that he mixed up using red dye in replacement of vanilla flavoring.

..

at the end of the day, the cookies were delicious and red.

CHARLES :

as you two were lounging around lazily with nothing to do, you proposed making cookies. charles agreed, and weirdly enough it was eleven in the afternoon.

so you stood up, walking to the kitchen. charles joined right behind you. you grab the ingredients, whilst charles' pulls out the bowls and utensils.

everything was going so well before mixing the dry ingredients. as he mixed them, he did not realize that he put it on a high setting, so unfortunately the mix literally got everywhere.

you snickered until you felt a gust of flour being thrown on you. you splutter out flour from your mouth. the monegasque man snickered to himself. and if you knew anything...it was that he wasn't going to get the last laugh.

immediately aware, you grabbed a handful of flour and threw it into charles' face. the man's face dropped, honestly, he looked hilarious, flour covered his face. you laughed at him and pointed at his face.

..

in the end, it didn't end well for both of you, you're pretty sure you've got flour up your nose. charles almost choked on the powder. it was alot, especially to clean up.