#it was 2am

[icarusredwings]

It's quiet uptown.

(Wrote this at like 2 in the morning. Had to spell check the hell out of it to even understand what my incoherent ass was trying to say. Give a hand to my 2 am. self because this is beautiful.)

Thinking about Logan doing small side jobs to make extra money for the house like mowing lawns and helping old ladies move their antique furniture to or from the attic, etc.

You heard me right. The Wolverine has started mowing grandma's yards for extra dough. Kinda weird right? Well. Wade didn't think so. Infact Wade joined along for the extra money, yeahhh… extra money.. That's right.

Definitely not to see Logan all hot, toned and sweaty, wiping his brow and grumbling when the mower wouldn't start, cursing when fixing it and then almost content while pushing it, simply making lines as he watched.

That loud agonizing roar of the mower having nothing on the grunts that Logan was making in his head. Day dreaming of what those strong shoulders could do to him. It was hard work really.

The restraint alone took him quite a bit of mental gymnastics as he “Helped” by trimming the bushes only to end up somehow slicing it clean off. Lets just say Miss Jackson was pissed that her rose bush was just destroyed but it was worth it.

After gathering up enough for whatever he seemed to be saving for, Logan says they're going out of town for a day or two. Blind al says not to be long or else she might be dead before they get back.

“We won't Miss Anderson.”

“Who the fuck is Miss Anderson?”

“...She is..?”

“You have a last name?”

“She didn't tell you?”

“Why didn't you tell me?!”

“Because you're annoying”

“But you told him!?”

“Logan is a gentleman. I don't know how he hasn't tried to kill you by now.”

“I have.”

“Try harder.”

“Hey!! I'm right here!”

“I know”

(For those who didn't know, Blind Al's real name is Althea Winifred Anderson. And she's a savage and her main job is to humble him.)

Also thinking about Wade reading X-men comics in his suit kicking his feet on his bed. The suit makes him feel safe. Outside of it felt scary. People make fun of his skin. He didn't like when people made fun of him. No one really did.

If Logan defends him, Wade would get down on his knee right then and there. Right in the middle of new york city like the Proposal style. Heels and all.

Meanwhile, for Logan it's the opposite. Being inside his suit felt scary. Too much pressure. Too loud. Outside? In the country? With horses and fences to be fixed? Wind and trees and fields for miles? That? That felt like home. He's content in the country and because of that he takes them upstate for the weekend.

Showing him the old mansion (which was a massive mistake but Wade wouldn't stop begging, turns out that was a bad idea because the people from this timeline started sobbing and accused him of being an imposter- which he sort of was- in a sense)

Took him to stay at a little crappy inn upstate with trees and grass, fields, and just sat on the porch for hours. Staring at the clear sky, deep in thought. Wades never saw him this relaxed before, this… at home in a place before. “Whatcha thinking about?”

“Nothing.”

“Come on, really?”

“No. I'm serious.. For once in my life I'm thinking about nothing.”

“And?”

“It's great..”

“Oh..can I?”

“It's a free country, bub.”

Then they sit on the porch together, just sitting for a while until Wade gets bored and starts pointing out clouds and asks if they can pet the horses. “Sure if you want kicked in the skull.”

On the last day of their trip, he takes him to Niagara Falls for their last stop on their tiny little get away.

“There she is. Niagara River.”

He wanted to say ‘Wolvie she's beautiful! That's gonna be me tonight after my left hand is done with me.’ Or some nonsense like that. But.. that didn't feel right. Instead, he only smiled, looking at him while the glitters from the rushing falls reflected in his eyes.

“Oh, Logan.. it's beautiful.”

At that moment something in Logan's stomach felt… funny.. oh god not this again. Really? Now? His chest was warm and he could feel his ears following. “Uhm… Yeah. This is. Isn't it?”

And for a while.. The two just stand here in silence. Watching Millions of pounds of water gush over the side of a cliff. Just themselves.

In a way… it was poetic really. Like the wave of relief that both of them felt when standing so close to each other. Just them. Just Logan James Howlett and Wade Winston Wilson. No costumes, no super hero shit, just them.

(And a shitty novelty hat that said “I 🍁 Niagara Falls” except the heart was replaced with a canadian maple leaf.)

But that's besides the point. It felt right to be just them. Two guys. Content in each other's company. Well.. and their ugly dog staring at the two of them as if she knew something that they didn't..

This has to be the gayest shit i've ever written and i've written this- (NSFW warning)

“Turn around.”

“Pft what are you gonna do, peanut? Suction Cup a plunger to my hea-” he gasps, both in surprise, delighted by the bit of pain, seeing as without warning, he was mounted and there now were, quite literally, claws in his hips.

“Oooh fun! But you don’t have to tell me to hold still tw- Aah good fucking gravy, queen marys head on a stick!!” He more of moaned rather than whined, a large chunk of his neck taken between his teeth, and hard. If he bit any harder he'd start bleeding. Whatever science was behind this must have worked because he went still and stiff yet limp and relaxed all at the same time- well- not all of him was limp. No, some of him was the exact opposite. Hm... perhaps it didn't get the memo?

(AYO 2 am me is a freak Ig)

[rust-on-keys]

Ghost: We can do this all night.

Soap: I can think of a better thing to do all night.

Ghost:

Soap: Sleep.

[incorrectsvlegends]

Wo-Chien: What's with the new hat?

Ting-Lu: Oh, this? It's nothing.

Fezandipiti: It's the loudest nothing I ever saw.

Chi-Yu: Ting-Lu, you just can't mosey in here with a brand-new hat and act like you're not wearing a brand-new hat.

Ting-Lu: Look, I'm trying something new, okay? Just take it easy.

Ogerpon: They're right, guys. Come on, let's not go down this path. It's ugly… Kinda like that hat–

Ting-Lu: I got this from a nice store!

Wo-Chien: What store? The one before you exit the Al Capone Museum?

Pecharunt, entering the room: What's up, Ting-Lu? Did you just finish Bling Ring-ing Bruno Mars' closet?

Ting-Lu: I'm being brave, okay? You guys are sheep. You may want to take a long, hard look in the mirror.

Pecharunt: Better us than you. You look like a park ranger from a cartoon.

Ting-Lu: Terapagos, do you think the hat looks bad?

Terapagos: Oh, uh, me? Um, I… I wouldn't say it was bad. Like, I think it's just different, like something you would wear in Indiana… Jones and the Temple of Bad Hats.

[ancientstone]

If you want to know how I'm doing, I heard my alarm go off, got up, turned on the landing light and went into the bathroom, and it was only as I was getting ready to shower I thought to myself...

"Did my alarm actually go off?"

No. No it hadn't. I dreamt that it had. It was midnight.

[therelentless]

{ OPEN.

"Excuse the question, but keeping this between you and me... how many times would you say is normal to have sex per week?"

[phatkochi]

Lol

[aflawedfashion]

I'm catching up on the last group of the men's even and the way the commentators are gushing about Jason is amazing

[the-malfunctioning-somnambulist]

I'd like Chu-Chu to meet Cheburashka.

[beabubb]

"Remember the Innovators competition?"

"I remember you,"

Hi so what do you mean the innovators competition that au ekko and powder danced and fell in love in is the same one jayce and viktor went to in the canon universe haha what do you mean. haha what do you. what do. you.

tiktok credit to: @naxa._439 (if anyone wants to make a fic based on this PLEASE im begging u)

[braidedhades]

Do you ever have a dream so frustrating that you immediately have to google it as soon as you wake up to make sure you were right

[atalana]

but seriously i do find it so funny that ford was like OH GOD MY PRECIOUS REPUTATION after bill possessed him around other people for all of one night

and then he gets back to this dimension after thirty years and this is now the photo the press associates with his name

[toodrunktofindaurl]

fan letter

[c0gw3bs]

I GOT THIS FUCKING VOICEMAIL AT 2AM I CANT STOP LAUGHING OVER IT THERES SO MUCH TO UNPACK

[st-just]

Tumblr really is full to bursting of the fascinating category of people who will shout ACAB at the top of their lungs and despise the American prison system with dramatic displays of vitriol but when confronted with someone who did something they actually think is a serious moral transgression cannot conceive of 'justice' meaning anything except the offender suffering, preferably in dramatic and humiliating ways.

You see how the median opinion on prison rape remains shrugging and considering it part of the sentence, really.

[lesbianfiddleford]

[ninjasmudge]

sorry that i yell this at him every time i die in-game.

anyway i think the adrenaline rush of death is one hell of a drug