#idk that’s all i got right now

[hyper-fixates]

thinking about logan x reader who fucking haaaate each other 🤭

(specifically x1 logan <3 he may be crazy, but he is free)

tags/warnings: no reader pronouns/descriptions or gendered language, mutant!reader, explicit language, toxic behaviour, biting, descriptions of blood/violence, logan needs to be humbled, nonsexual teasing, freaks are matched (let me know if anything was missed!).

The hard pop of skin breaking under your teeth makes your adrenaline skyrocket at the immediate metallic taste of blood.

The gravelly yell ringing in your ears and the tangy blood filling your mouth just makes you bite down harder—not looking for bone, but looking to unlock as much pain as possible in the man behind you.

Your hands circle tighter around his arm, trying to hold it in its place around your neck as you mar his forearm out of pure hatred.

“Hey—that’s enough!” You hear Jean yell from across the room, her voice echoing in the space.

You open your eyes, ignoring Logan’s desperate attempts to shake your mouth off from behind.

His warm blood has almost completely filled your mouth, so you have to let him go anyway. You drop your hands and feel Logan rip his arm from you with a growl.

A generous amount of blood splatters on the floor with wet pittering sounds, remnants dripping from your lips.

You smile, turning around to see Logan slick with sweat and out of breath, arm already healed from the small punctures of your teeth.

Charles is going to learn that pairing you two together as sparring partners was a mistake, even if you’re the only ones who can match each other’s strength. It’s no longer productive to your training or the morale of the team.

Logan is a lost cause that Charles needs to forget about. There’s no saving him, there’s no fixing him, and there’s no place for him in the X-Men.

He’s made it known he could give less of a fuck about being here or being on the team. He only shows up to training to give you a hard time and push every single one of your buttons, and you’ve had enough.

You take a couple steps closer to Logan, feeling some blood slide down your chin; you want to take whatever’s left in your mouth and spit it in his face.

You come close enough to feel the heat emanating off him. The heat you caused. The heat you made his body work for from getting itself that riled up. You.

You leave only a few inches between you. Anger burns deep in your chest, making your ears ring.

“Don’t ever pull that shit again,” you say quietly so only he can hear, your bloody smile appearing again for a moment. “Or it’ll be your face next time.”

He should know by now that you’re not a bluff.

Logan’s face softens into something more sinister, amused by your threat. He likes knowing he pisses you off this much. He likes knowing he can do it so easily.

Logan leans in to whisper back. “If you can’t get out of a little headlock, you’re probably not fit to be on the team.”

Your eyes are wild—you can feel them darting anywhere they can—every part of Logan’s face, the walls of the Danger Room behind him.

“I’m out, aren’t I?” You swing your arms to the side to show your freedom from his hold.

“Stop. Stop.” Jean comes up from behind you, placing a hand on your chest to pull you away before you can say, or do, something.

“No—no, he knows better,” you hiss. “It’s fucking bullshit. No hard contact. No choking,” you recite the rules Charles has laid out for sparring sessions with a fierce glare at Logan.

“Just leave it,” Jean sighs. “It’ll sort itself out.”

“I believe ‘no biting’ is on that list too, bub. You’re no saint either.” A smug smile pulls at Logan’s lips, and you impulsively spit at him when you finally take a step back.

A dense glob of his blood mixed with your spit splats over his bare chest, missing his face. Too bad.

His eyes meet yours, brows pinched so deeply you think they might become one. You laugh, letting Jean guide you back to the locker room with that crazed look still in your eyes.

“Charles will deal with both of you later,” Jean says loud enough for Logan to hear, cutting him off from whatever insult he was about to hurl at you.

Jean is no doubt already talking to Charles. The question is if Charles will actually do something. You figured drawing blood might catch his attention and encourage him to solve this…nonsense.

Logan needs to learn his place before you end up ripping his claws out of his arms and jamming them into his throat.

You see Logan flip you off as Jean ushers you through the locker room door. You quickly blow him a kiss in return as the door swings shut.

[lucabyte]

Taking pride in One's own appearance.

[keferon]

May I ask what were the best transformers media you ever saw/read?

Well Transformers Prime, Transformers 1986 and IDW comics are having the first place that’s for sure

And then the second place is kind of shared by Fall of Cybertron, Exodus, Prime wars trilogy, Robots in disguise(2001) and Transformers One.

The third place goes to G1, Animated, Earthspark, Armada, War for Cybertron Netflix series, Aligned Robots in disguise, Bumblebee, Rise of the Beasts and Cyberverse because I only liked some little parts of them.

And then I also saw some of the Bay movies, Victory and Headmasters and didn’t like them at all.

Separate first place for J-Decker. It is not exactly Transformers but it is a show about giant robots and I loved it

[boar-cry]

January – ¿Cómo te va?

(context for this under the cut)

Yay! This is another project I've been planning since last October, where I draw a piece based on a song that I associate with the twins! Tones and genres will vary (I promise not every piece will be sad 😭), and it'll be tagged as Twins, Tunes & Tonics.

I'm going for at least one song a month until December, but we'll see if I can actually keep up with this ^^;

[michelle-jacksons-art-blog]

Try these out!

[territorial-utopia]

Huzzah! It's birthday time! I'm slowly accumulating more and more things I like (latest additions this vest I made and a travel typewriter! Still need to fix the latter one though)

Sure has been a year.

[dootznbootz]

Fascinating how Polites, the character who is the personification of Odysseus' optimism and is only in 5 songs, is more grieved and appreciated than Eurylochus, a character who is his own person and is in 11 songs.

[biblically-accurate-dca]

first meetings (bonus panel under the cut!!)

i didnt wanna add it to the main post bc it's a different size and it would mess up the format lmaooo

i think about these two a lot i think they could be really fun together in several ways. monty golf is right next to the daycare after all!!

[itsthatlake]

Just had three days off work and spent the first basically just sleeping and the next two possessed by an art demon. Anyways, here's some screenshots from a scum villain animatic I'm working on

[bylrndgm]

JULIE AND THE PHANTOMS (2020) // JULIE E OS FANTASMAS (2011) 1.01 - Wake Up // 1.01 - Enfrentando Fantasmas -> Julie meets the Band.

[groovygrub]

[padfootastic]

every time i read a fic where lily evans is upheld as a paragon of justice and the underdogs and the vulnerable, i die a little inside

bc,,,,are we talking ab the same gal who kept defending snape for atleast five years of hogwarts and however many before that? who overlooked his bigoted actions, even when others called it/her out on it?

ugh

(now james, on the other hand? we have such clear evidence that he fits this archetype but ofc that’s overlooked isn’t it. gonna shut up here but will take the rant into the tags)

[arsenicflame]

It's a time-honoured tradition- every time Sam comes across Izzy (and Ed) in their travels, he asks Izzy to marry him. And every time, Izzy turns him down.

At this point, Sam is asking more for the sake of it than any belief Izzy will ever say yes, a remnant of childhood dedication touched with 30 years of heartbreak and regret- though even now, a small part of him still holds out hope. Sam's promises have only got more extravagant over the years, from a job as his first mate, to a captaincy, a fleet at his command, a whole fucking island if that's what Izzy wants- but he knows it isn't though, not really. If Izzy was ever going to agree to marry him, to leave his life and go with Sam, it wouldn't be for anything Sam could offer him. Izzy never did care for flashy shows of wealth, for a ship or to be captain. The only thing that ever mattered to him was loyalty given, and loyalty shown in return. 

It all comes to a head after Stede left and came back, after Izzy lost a toe, lost his leg. Sam hasn't seen him since before things with Ed started to really slide off the rails, before stress permanently set into the lines of Izzy’s face. So, when he sees a dishevelled man with a hoof for a leg in a no-name port, he doesn't even consider the idea that he might know him. It's only when he turns towards him, and Sam catches a glance at those oh too familiar tattoos, he realises this is Izzy, his Izzy, that stands before him.

Knowing Izzy's discomfort with pity, he doesn't treat him any differently than he would in years gone by, positioning himself in Izzy's line of sight before approaching and sweeping him up into a bone crushing hug. 

“Israel-goddamn-Hands!” he exclaims, as Izzy grumbles back a begrudging “Samuel-fucking-Bellamy”, a tradition almost as old as their friendship itself. Izzy might not hug him back, but he can’t keep the corner of his mouth from twitching, just for a second.

(If Sam holds Izzy a little tighter and a little longer than usual, well. That's his business)

By the time Sam lets go, most of the crew has appeared in the town square, drawn in by the commotion. They may have given Izzy his leg and welcomed him as one of them, but still there’s an underlying tension, with nobody quite ready to set aside everything that happened before the Kraken. Seeing him cosying up to an unknown man sets everyone on edge, unsure whether to come to their first mate’s aid, or to assume that they've been betrayed once again.

When Ed sees that the yelling was Sam, his hand goes tense where it's held in Stede's. He knows the routine, has seen it more times than he can count, but as he watches them part he realises that this is the first time in a long time he's unsure of what Izzy's response will be.

Knowing that something’s different, knowing that Izzy's feeling vulnerable already, Sam doesn't go for the same flashy proposal he’s been giving for years. He doesn't promise Izzy the world, he doesn't cause a scene (or, any more of a scene than he already has, anyway). He looks at the fractured man in front of him, takes his face in his hands, and says the exact same thing to him he said when they were little more than boys. “Israel, I have to ask you. I know what you'll say, but I have to try. Come with me. Marry me and sail away with me. I'll keep you safe”

And Izzy… hesitates. He glances over at Ed, at Stede, and says to Sam “...We’re staying in port for a week. Ask me again then”

That's the moment Sam knows there is something deeply, horribly, wrong. He's not just looking at an Izzy who got seriously injured in a fight and is struggling to cope, this is something so much bigger than that- and that Ed has something to do with it. Izzy wouldn't even be considering leaving if he didn't. Whether it was negligence or something more sinister, Sam doesn't yet know, but he intends to find out.

[vaguely-concerned]

just for fun this time during 'sea of blood' I counted out all the venatori corpses I think we can be pretty sure were lucanis' handiwork before we show up (not including the ones he kills in his initial cutscene, and with an assumption that he's been at work mainly up and down in the areas we move through until we find him, not behind the locked door -- I think that's mostly the work of rampaging undead and other venatori-hoisted-by-their-own-petard suchlikes). can thus happily inform you lucanis has killed at least 32 venatori before rook and company get there. at least one of them he's impaled on their own weird crystal spike things the venatori mages cast as an AOE attack and that they're trying to keep him contained with when we find him. so he's clearly been keeping busy lol. that's my boy dispensing poetic justice and claiming some enrichment in his enclosure while he's at it good for him!

[i-may-be-an-emu]

good news: turns out I don’t have permanent nerve damage (or any) in my arms (even though I was told by multiple healthcare professionals that it was most likely that I did)

bad news: they now do not know what is wrong with me 👍

[nabaath-areng]

I have way too many alts that I keep to myself (which is why I generally refrain from posting them), but I'm going to ignore that habit for a moment just because I'm feeling particularly insane about this guy.