#kayla summers

[screaming-sparrow]

logan + how to be a dog by andrew kane

[unhingedfemmecontent]

one type of person i will never understand is the girls who knowingly get into relationships with a butch, masc or stud only to ask them to dress more feminine. like genuinely what is your problem?????

[emmcfrxst]

LOGAN HOWLETT + funny tweets

[icarusredwings]

Thinking about my current favorite thing is emphasising JUST how heartbroken Wade is over Nathan still but being fully understanding of it because he's surprised that he agreed to be an undefined relationship with him in the first place.

There's no "Well why don't you just bring your daughter here? I'm open to share you can bring your wife too" it's just... Acceptance.

Acceptance that Nathan is leaving him. "Oh... okay.."

"I had a great time with you, Wade. Don't think I didn't it's just... It's not the same."

".. I know.."

He wipes a tear off his face with his thumb. "It's not why you think.."

"Yeah.." but he clearly doesn't believe him.

"I'm really sorry.. I didn't mean to.. I thought I was going to stay. But I can't. I can't leave my daughter alone like my father did to me." He mutters this last part.

Wade gives a nod. Wow. Here, he was being dumped and abandoned, and still, he was doing it in the hottest way possible. By sticking to his family. Too bad Wade didn't have any family. He wanted one so badly, but it never felt complete. And even when it did, just briefly, he put them all in so much danger that its better to be alone.

But Cable didn't need protection. He could take care himself, and Wade didn't need to worry about him being kidnapped and held hostage.

His voices had begged him not to do it.

Told him to break the damned thing so Nathan could never leave... but he showed him the second he fixed it. Excitedly wrapped it up and gave it to him. He physically handed Nathan his own heartbreak. Presenting the wrist band to him like a proud cat who finally killed that annoying bird its owner complained about. He couldn't keep it hidden. Morally - pft. Yeah, those pesky things - Morally, he couldn't keep Nathan from seeing his daughter. He'd visit and come back. Back to Wade. And for some stupid reason? Wade thought it would stay like this. He thought that by doing the right thing, Nathan would see him as good and love him more..

That was the last time he litsened to that stupid cricket on his shoulder.

"...Bye, Wade." He told him. Even kissed his forehead goodbye. And then?

He left him standing there. Alone.

It's why he has such a hard time believing Logan when he comes around. For months, he paced and worried that once again he's done the right thing too well, Worried that by getting his suit repaired, once again excitedly presenting it to him, a nice little ribbon. Logan had cried when he got it. Hugging him and breaking his ribs.

He waits for him to leave. He waits for him to realize he's not happy here. He waits for him to give him the same speech, but it never comes.

Eventually, he tells him that if he doesn't have the balls to break up with him, then he can just leave. Logan has no fucking clue what hes talking about because he thought things were going well. He dosn't immediately jump to being upset and instead just tilts his head in that stupid little look he does.

"... what's wrong, Wade?"

Triple W. He hates it. Everyone is always asking this, and he can't ever explain why. He couldn't explain such complex emotions that he himself barely understands.

"Turns out.." he starts, looking almost defeated. Small. And tears come to his eyes. "When a guy says you remind him of his wife... it's not a good thing.."

Again, he's confused because Wade would rather not talk about him much. He hurts too much when thinking about it because none of his relationships ever end on respectful terms like that. They either die or dump him, call him nuts, run away. Or... They sit him down.. tell him they're leaving... and then leave.

He doesn't want Logan to be a third. Oh, it was ridiculous how much he loved him. How much he LIKED him. Sure, he had a great time with Nathan, but Logan felt different. He couldn't pinpoint why. He spent hours comparing the two in his head, trying to find WHY Logan was different.

The last person to do this to him, after Nathan, was Vanessa.

Yes, Logan can live forever LOVE him forever, but so could time travelers. Yeah, he could stab Logan and genuinely blow off some steam with him, and he'd be fine, but he was used to being gentle with partners, used to holding back with V. To make sure he didn't hurt her, Ever (well- unless, she asked - but that was different) So why with him did he feel so.. trusting? Was it his smell? Was it the fact that he could be pissed off at him and still make Wade his safe foods? Was it how he snored? How he sat there and endure his bullshit like now? With that pathetic pitiful smile with such big canines and beautiful eyes that he could swim in? WHAT WAS IT?

"...What if she's dead?"

"W-what?" He holds himself tight, stomach turning and hurting with worry, feeling nauseous.

"What if my wife is dead?"

He swallows "That dosn't help your case."

"What if.. You're nothing like my wife?"

Wade glances at him, semi perked up. "...What do you mean?"

"Well.." he starts. "What if this is real?"

Wade tilts his head like a puppy.

"What if... our entire marriage was fake because her power quite literally gave me false memories and forced me to believe all of it was real? What if... what we have IS real?" He mutters, putting his cheek in his hand.

He blinks, processing, smiling, immediately cringing, and crinkling his nose. "OH- Wolvie... ouch....ew." That didn't sound very consensual...

"... yeh.. well.. shit happens."

He hates it when Logan connects with him so much, having something very similar of his own happen.

"So.. we good?" Logan asks.

"Huh?"

"Are we good? Yknow... cleared up the whole... thing?"

"What thing?"

"God really gifted you the memory of a goldfish didnt he? You told me you wanted to break up."

He crosses his arms, pouting. "No! I said If you didn't have the balls to break up with me then leave. I-i can't handle it."

Logan sighs heavily. "Fine. Then Im breaking up with you."

The look of pure shock quickly turns to sadness as he looks away, voice breaking. "..Ok‐ay.."

He rolls his eyes. "What are you doing later?"

"G-gonna cry in my room and eat an ungodly amount of ice cream..."

"....But your lactose intolerant.."

"I said what I said! W-why!? Why do you even care!?" He snaps at him, tears running down his face, clearly having over upset himself with his own mind.

"Hm.. You wanna get dinner instead?"

This one line flips a switch In wades dumb little head as he stares at him with wide eyes. "...Y-you're asking me out? Again??"

"Mhm. Long as you dont have a secret power that brainwashes me into it."

He shakes his head. "I-i dont."

"Promise?" Logan smirks, raising a brow.

"Promise!!"

And just like that he's on his lap, nuzzling all over him and telling him how mad he was at him but also how hot it is, and if they could get pasta for dinner.

The point of this story is that you are loved and your brain is a bitch. You really gonna litsen to a little bitch?? Pssh no. You're stronger then that. Act like it.

[luvrloki]

logan “slut” howlett

[thingsasbarcodes]

X-Men Origins: Wolverine (2009)

[bruce-wyatt-burner]

👀👀

[thespicycrab]

Mood

[wrongcaitlyn]

i dont usually promote my edits on here but!! i just edited kayla & nico and i fear that this is such a niche duo that y'all might wanna know abt itSDFJK

[phoenix--flying]

Titans Win AU; Intro Profiles - Cabin Seven

*this au takes place around Sea of Monsters *the current summer is not counted in the amount of summers theyve spent at camp, as they never finished the summer session

Camp Half-Blood Cabins Big Three | Two | Four | Five | Six | Eight | Nine | Ten | Eleven | Twelve

Lee Fletcher (He/They) Lee is an eighteen year old son of Apollo, he's the head counselor of his cabin and has seven beads. He's currently missing.

Michael Yew (He/Him) Michael is a fourteen year old son of Apollo, he also has seven beads for his summers at camp. He's currently at Camp Half-Blood under the supervision of his counselor.

William ‘Will’ Solace (He/Him) Will is an eleven year old son of Apollo, he's got three beads. He's currently at Camp Half-Blood under the supervision of his counselor.

Kayla Knowles (She/Her) Kayla is a ten year old daughter of Apollo, she only has one bead. She's currently at Camp Half-Blood under the supervision of his counselor.

Sylvie Lucas (She/They) Sylvie is a fourteen year old daughter of Apollo, she has four beads. She took the temporary position of head counselor following Lees disappearance. She's currently at Camp Half-Blood.

Laura Spring (She/Her) Laura is a thirteen year old daughter of Apollo, she only has two beads for her years at camp. She's currently at Camp Half-Blood under the supervision of her counselor.

Alexander ‘Alex’ Harris (He/Him) Alex is a ten year old son of Apollo, he doesn't have an beads as he only came to camp recently. His twin sister is Robin and he's currently at Camp Half-Blood under the supervision of his counselor.

Robin Harris (She/Her) Robin is a ten year old daughter of Apollo, she also doesn't have any beads as she's only recently come to camp. Her twin brother is Alex and she's currently at Camp Half-Blood under the supervision of her counselor.

Abigail ‘Abby’ Jones (She/Her) Abby is a twelve year old daughter of Apollo, she has one bead for her summer at camp. She's currently at Camp Half-Blood under the supervision of her counselor.

Rowan White (She/Her) Rowan is a ten year old daughter of Apollo. She has three beads to represent her summers at camp. She's currently at Camp Half-Blood under the supervision of her counselor.

Chase Keys (He/Him) Chase is a fourteen year old son of Apollo with five beads for his summers. He's currently at Camp Half-Blood under the supervision of his counselor.

Eileen Nelson (She/Her) Eileen is a thirteen year old daughter of Apollo, she has two beads for her years of summer at camp. She's currently at Camp Half-Blood under the supervision of her counselor.

Natalia Rivers (She/Her) Natalia is an eleven year old daughter of Apollo. She's only arrived at camp recently and therefore doesn't have any beads. She's currently at Camp Half-Blood under the supervision of her counselor.

Blake Summers (He/Him) Blake is a thirteen year old son of Apollo, he's been at camp for five years and has the beads to represent it. He's currently at Camp Half-Blood under the supervision of his counselor.

[caught-in-the-filter]

CSSNS 2023 - @cssns

She's dead. He's undead. They're making it work.

[writingandwritten]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Percy Jackson and the Olympians - Rick Riordan Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Rachel Elizabeth Dare / Kayla Knowles Characters: Rachel Elizabeth Dare, Kayla Knowles, Austin Lake Additional Tags: Sapphic Summer Riordanverse, Pining, Crush, Prompt: Music, Camp Half Blood, wlw, no kissing Summary:

Sapphic Summer Riordanverse Day 1: Music

Camp Half Blood is having a concert. Rachel is excited because she loves concerts. Kayla is excited because Rachel will be there

@sapphic-summer-riordanverse

[kimtaegis]

ahhh yes. I did not miss that damned programme

[innytoes]

Eff this, I should be at Build-a-Bear / Kayla and anyone

Okay but I was coming up for the plot of this and my brain rolled in your other prompt of 'I don't think pancakes are going to fix this. I think I need ice cream too. / Flynn ship of choice, romantic or platonic'

"Come join us at our summer job, Kayla, it will be fun, Kayla!" Kayla mocked as she flopped down on the too-hard mattress of her tiny bed in the Counselor's Cabin. "I just spent half an hour holding back a girl's hair while she puked because she ate two bags of sour gummy worms on a dare."

"Flynn had to break up a fight about who would be allowed to date Harry Styles once they made it big and they did not take it well when Flynn pointed out he was a thirty year old man and they were twelve," Julie said. She was equally flopped on her bed, but in the opposite direction, staring at the ceiling like she was regretting her life choices. "And a fourteen year old just nearly made me cry after I confiscated her vape."

"Fourteen year olds are vicious," Kayla agreed.

Sure, this 'pop star' camp was a pretty sweet gig. The environment was beautiful, they got to do what they loved, and they had copious amounts of free time when they handed the kids off to the boys - Willie and Reggie for more traditional camp stuff like horseback riding and archery, Alex for ballet where Kayla taught modern and hiphop dance, and Luke for songwriting.

Even though half the time Kayla stuck around at dance, Julie joined the songwriting workshops, and Flynn was always down to judge whatever weird games Willie or Reggie came up with for the kids.

And the kids were usually okay. Except for tonight. Maybe it was a full moon or something.

"Reggie just texted me that he and Luke had to put out a fire in one of the boys' cabins," Flynn reported. "And Willie heard something about them wanting to sneak out tonight and try and raid the girl's cabin, so he and Alex are driving into town to get some werewolf masks and gloves to patrol tonight."

"That'll be fun," Kayla said sagely. It would be a disaster, but that was a Willie and Alex problem.

"Why did we think this was a good idea again?" Flynn complained.

"The money," Kayla said.

"Looks good on college applications," Julie pointed out.

"Eff that, I should be at the club," Flynn whined.

"I should be at Build-A-Bear," Kayla sighed. Not as a summer job, mind you. She lasted like three days into her trial period before she accidentally exploded one of the bears by overfilling it and made a small child cry.

"Build-a-bear?" Julie asked, intrigued.

"It's my happy place," Kayla said. "You get to pick out something cute and soft and then see it come to life and dress it up in cute outfits and then you have something to hug." She stopped, realizing how uncool she sounded.

"Aw, now I want to go to Build-a-Bear," Julie whined.

"As soon as we have a day off, we're going, all three of us," Flynn declared. "But until then, let's raid the kitchen."

"Late night pancakes?" Kayla perked up. Julie's chocolate chip pancakes were legendary.

"I don't think pancakes are going to fix this," Flynn said. "I think I need ice cream too."

They were still halfway through a pint of the Good Stuff, hidden away behind some bags of peas in the big freezer, when the shrieks from near the boy's cabin started.

"We're going to need more ice cream," Julie groaned, as she looked out the window and saw lights coming on in all the cabins.

[icarusredwings]

"They tell you to look out for the ones with watercolor eyes, I say watch out for the eyes that remind you of dirt so soft that you wouldn't mind so much if they trapped you for a life time and held you warmly under the earth once it's over, but no one ever tells you about the eyes that shine yellow like the stars in the desert sky at night that are big and bright as full moons, lighting your way through the dark... Kayla told me that I would always be a howling spirit, longing to touch the moon, but jokes on her, because now I have two."

AKNSOAHZAONZAK!! AAHHHHHH MWAAHAHA! IM A GENUIS!!!!

COUGH COUGH Jean's eyes are soft and green, sometimes portrayed as blue, Scotts eyes are brown, and Wade's eyes vary from yellow to reflective whites. COUGH COUGH

[iturbide]

Summer Storm

5,347/50,000 words

He watched as the smith deftly worked her glowing iron with swift hammer strikes before finally plunging it into a nearby trough of water, letting it bubble and steam before lifting it out to take a closer look at it.  Miryn supposed she must have been satisfied, because she lay it on the anvil before turning toward him -- and a wide, toothy smile spread across her face when he raised his hand in greeting.

“Afternoon, Kayla,” he called, idly unbuckling his top pack with one hand as she moved to join him, her stiff leg lending her a rolling gait.

“Miryn!  Market day already?” she asked conversationally, stripping her gloves and loosening her mane of tawny hair from the net keeping it out of her face and off her neck while she worked.  “Must have been a good day, if you’re here so early.”

“Sold out, in fact,” he grinned.  “I hope that won’t cause problems with my order?”

“Oh, of course not,” she scoffed, hauling a crate up onto the counter.  “Twelve bottles, eight vials, and I did some trading to get some more of those little clay jars you like from one of the potters.”  She gave him a conspiratorial wink as she lay the wares out on the counter for inspection, the rippling glass ranging in color from green to a pale cornflower blue.

He lifted one up to the light, smiling at the play of color across the scarred and slightly scorched counter between them.  “Beautiful work, as always.  How much?”

“The usual -- though I’ll give you a discount if you have more of that burn salve,” she added with a wink.

“Well, what do you know: I just happened to bring a few jars along,” he said, feigning surprise as he opened the lid of his pack, moving the leather scraps aside to withdraw them from their padding.

She whooped as she snatched one up, removing the lid and dipping a finger into the ointment.  “You are the best,” she said, dabbing it onto the red marks around her elbow where stray sparks from the fire had landed.  “This is the only thing that actually works, you know -- the apothecary down on market street has something he says does the same thing, but I swear it just adds a rash to the burns.  And it’s greasy, too, absolutely awful stuff.”

“I’m glad I brought along an extra jar for you this time, then, if three didn’t last you between markets,” Miryn chuckled, digging into his coin satchel and starting to count out the gold pieces.  “Are you getting busier?”

“Everyone around here is: the guard put in an order for more blades, and no forge is big enough to do it all without taking an age to finish, so everybody’s been pitching in.  Of course, since I work both glass and metal, I’m starting to think I might need an apprentice.”  She pulled her hair back again, this time tying it into a high tail with a charred leather cord.  “You know anybody looking to learn the blacksmithing trade?”

“Afraid not,” he said, beginning to transfer the new glassware into his pack.  “My sister’s happy with her trade, and I don’t think she keeps the right hours for a smith, anyway -- no one wants to listen to the forge going all night.” Kayla shuddered at the thought.  “Six preserve, someone would have my head before the week was out if I tried that.  Well, it was worth a try, at least."