#laughing on the outside crying on the inside

[fandomxo00]

Ok but imagine:

Logan taking care of you while you are on your period

You held your son, Jack in your arms as you rested in bed, it was Saturday morning, and you usually slept in. You woke up earlier, the worst cramps waking you up and getting out of bed. Though you wished you could've just stayed in your husband's arms. But you went to the bathroom, took medicine before hearing your son stir from his room. Grabbing Jack and slinging him on your hip, getting your period right now was extra sad for you. You were trying to get pregnant again, so every period was a letdown.

You checked in on Bailey who was sound asleep, her noise machine playing her forest sounds. You sighed, looking over at the pretty girl as your son curled up in your chest. You felt your heart warm as you held him tight. If you couldn't have more kids, you knew it would be okay, you loved your two children more than anything in the world. But that's why you wanted more of them; you were in love with your kids in a different type of way. You just adored their personalities, the traits they get from both of you and then some all of their own. The way they learned and grew into their own beings, talking, singing, crying and dancing.

Even in the tough moments you were grateful that a tantrum was the problem, that you didn't have an outside force causing you to mistreat your children. You were calm, collected, waiting it out with them, letting them know you were there. If they got physical with you, you softly told them to stop, never touching them until they calmed down and said it was okay. Then you spoke about your emotions when you got calm, you explained that they weren't in trouble. You explained in different ways for both kids, trying to patient with them. And teaching them to not treat other people that way, that you did not deserve it and they didn't. You loved play fighting though, Logan love throwing you and the kiddos around. Letting you tackle him; he was 300 pounds of adamantium, so he usually wouldn't tackle you guys. Sometimes he would come over you, pretending to squish you, not putting his full weight down. You would laugh and try to push him off of you which was nearly impossible.

You were a bigger girl and everything but if he didn't want you to move, he wouldn't let you. Inside and outside of the bedroom. You shook your head out of your thoughts as you turned back towards the bedroom. Slowly walking in and sliding your son in the middle of the bed as Logan turned to rub at Jack's back. You slid into bed across from his your hand reaching out to rest on his forearm. Then you fell back asleep.

When you woke up, you were joined by Bailey as she laid on her dad's side, Logan gone. You frowned, getting out of the bed and wondering out of your room. You walked down the hall to find him as he stood outside with a cigar in his mouth. "Baby." You murmured, walking over to him.

"Should go back to bed."

"Not without you." You breathed, nuzzling into his chest as you wrapped your arms around his waist. His hand came up to your hair, realizing how extra touchy you were, and the time of month. Logan knew that you needed him. So he stubbed out his cigar before leading you back to the bedroom. Cuddling up with the two kiddos.

During the day you rarely got out of bed, you don't really know how he did it. How Logan managed to entertain the kids and come help you whenever you went calling. Trying to slip in cuddles sessions so he could rub your belly and talk to you. He didn't know what to say most of the time but he knew you found his voice soothing. He'd do anything for you, the kids joined you for nap time before you all got out of bed for dinner and ice cream. Going out to eat with them was always an interesting task but Logan wanted to treat you. His hand clasping yours in the car, the two of talking quietly about his work trauma while the kids talk to each other in the back.

After dinner and ice cream, he made a detour to Target. Letting you pick out things for the house and a toy or two for the kids. You even snuck in a new lingerie set, something you hid until the cashier scanned in front of him. Logan lifted an eyebrow as the kids pointed at Starbucks. "Daddy." Bailey whined.

"You're not a getting a shake right after ice cream." Logan retorted as she crossed her arms over her chest. The same sass you gave him shining in her eyes.

"I wasn't gonna get a milkshake!"

"Oh really?" Logan laughed, glancing over at you for support as you shrugged.

"There's other drinks there." You highlighted

"Y/n-"

"Its on me." You hummed, as he finished tapping his credit card and you swiped it from his hands kissing his cheek as you walked over to Starbucks with the kiddos. You got him his favorite tea, something he'd never admit to anyone. You handed him his card as he scooped up Jack to put in back in the cart.

"I was gonna let you. Just didn't want Bailey's stomach to hurt." Logan mumbled as he leaned in to kiss you.

"I know just teasing you baby." You assured, patting his chest. As he gleamed down at you with a smile that reached his eyes as he brought his tea up to his mouth.

tags:@ohtobemare @jessjessmarvelandhp @chronicallybubbly @delicateholland @bubblegumholland @mega-kittyglitter-1

note: old man logan coming soon yall i got a couple going missed doing family fics

[f1ghtsoftly]

my head is scrambled but in Kate Manne’s “The Logic Of Misogyny” she put to words something I always, always knew was true.

Most of the time Men don’t hurt women for no reason, they punish women who assert themselves/their personhood. Misogynistic violence is a punishment, it’s a form of conditioning to get women to behave submissively towards men. To punish women for existing in public without male protection. To punish women for daring to think her intellect, athletic or artistic achievement could come before her sex.

I don’t present super femme anymore or hang around men outside my family basically ever-but when I did I was frequently targeted for sexual assault, usually by men who were frustrated they were attracted to me but couldn’t have me. They felt like I was taunting them-but asserting my right to exist as someone they were attracted to/without any sort of male protection or a male protection that didn’t involve sexual favors/submission. That wasn’t an accident, I’m sure if I meekly cowered behind a big boyfriend, I’m sure if I stayed inside, I’m sure if I didn’t assert myself as extraverted, intelligent, funny or charismatic those men would have left me alone-but that would have meant hiding myself from the world, hiding myself from other women and to me that was a bigger loss than a ‘lil danger. I made choices as a young person that I knew with certainty would bring me in closer proximity to men who wanted to hurt me, I decided that living a freer life was better than living a safe one. I don’t necessarily regret my assessment of patriarchy, I am sad that the price you pay for being an independent woman (in a social sense) in public is assault. I don’t blame women who think their safety is more important than making a statement. I’m sad for us both. I’m grateful I was able to find feminist communities because victimization isn’t just something casual you can shake off, even if it feels like men constantly target you/women in general.

Assault doesn’t just roll of your back either. It hurts. In the moment and for years afterwards it hurts. It’s always senseless. Always dehumanizing to the extreme. Always enraging. Always profoundly violating. Always a shock. I struggle to reconcile what I know about rape with what I know about people. I know people can be cruel, unthinking, insecure. I don’t know how someone can plot the rape of a friend or a stranger who has done nothing to deserve it. I don’t know how men can secretly tape their lovers, manipulate a young woman into sex she doesn’t want or do any of the things men do consistently or routinely. I don’t know how a boy could look at the face of his too drunk friend and go “this is my opportunity to have my way with her” instead of putting her to bed. Carelessness, thoughtless is easy to imagine. Conscious cruelty is not. Men know what they do and they either don’t care or like it.

I’m crying in a park in my Dad’s pickup truck. “There are worse things than this, you didn’t die-you’re alive” He says “this wasn’t your fault, I just want to keep you safe and what happened to you isn’t something I can control even though I wish I could”. “I’d feel better if you lived in Austin, because their self defense laws are better, there are lots of gay people there too”

He makes me laugh. I won’t move to Texas. He’s right, it’s not my fault, and helping me get better at self defense helps him feel like he can do something and while self defense does help-it’s not a perfect strategy. The misogynist’s prerogative is to snuff out the life force of the woman he interacts with, the only way to stop him from trying to do that is to become apart of the living dead. Even then, he’ll get your corpse.

There are worse things than rape in this life. A woman alive is better than a woman dead. I guess, but what life is it when constantly forced to battle for your right to live? When at a moments notice you can be filled from the inside out with death. Rotted from your insides out. I wish New York would let me have a gun. I wish I could make men afraid and polite in my presence the way I feel afraid and polite in theirs. I’m so tired of this.

[mandoriana]

Merlin broke her leg after a hunt and Arthur decided to visit her friend.

Arthur: Merlin.

Merlin: Hey, sir, came to visit me? *winks provocatively*

Arthur rolls his eyes.

Arthur: Just curious to know when you'll get better and return to your duties.

Arthur sits at the edge of the bed, and Merlin places his feet on the king's lap.

Arthur: Hey! *complains but doesn't remove Merlin's feet from his lap*

Merlin: Be quiet and listen, I have some gossip updates.

*Arthur pulls his feet up onto the bed, sitting cross-legged and being careful not to hurt Merlin's broken leg*

Arthur: I'm listening.

Merlin: Remember Lady Silvana?

Arthur: Lord Edward's lady?

Merlin nods.

Merlin: So, I was minding my own business when I heard a "Shut up, Diego." I thought it was a lady in danger and rushed to my window...

Arthur: Merlin, you have a broken leg! What did you expect to do to help?

Merlin: I thought she was in danger! And besides, I had a brilliant plan.

Arthur: Oh yeah? And what was it?

Merlin: Shout "stop!" really loud from the window. *smiles mischievously*

Arthur: *rolling his eyes* You're impossible.

Merlin: And you love me that way.

Merlin winked and crossed his arms.

Merlin: Do you want to hear the rest of the gossip or not!?

Arthur: Continue. *rolls his eyes and lets his hands massage Merlin's toes gently*

Merlin: Thank you. Anyway, I went to the window and saw Lady Silvana with old Diego...

Arthur: The cook?! *widens his eyes*

Merlin: Yes. Well, I don't know if you heard, but *whispers* recently Lady Silvana and Lord Edward separated.

Arthur: And is she okay?

Merlin: Oh, she's great. I'm the one who's not okay; their fights were my entertainment at the balls.

Arthur: Merlin. *reprimands, but his eyes are soft as he tries to look serious*

Merlin *smiles blushing*: Anyway, they divided the mansion. She got the inside, and he got the outside. *Arthur laughed* But the good news is that Lady Silvana already found a new suitor, and he's a thousand times worse than Lord Edward! Now the arguments are on another level!

Without realizing it, Arthur extended the foot massage to Merlin's leg.

Merlin: Just in the first argument, I already knew everything about cook Diego! I knew which Lord he worked for because she criticized his work; I knew who his friends were because she criticized his friends; I knew which horse he had because she criticized his horse; I even knew who Tiana, Diego's mother, was because Silvana criticized Tiana.

Arthur laughed, his hands massaging his friend's thin calf.

Merlin: The argument started early but went on until late at night. It was 7 hours of pure entertainment without a break. Lady Silvana didn't stop even when Sir Elyan got involved to calm the argument.

Arthur: Wait, wait, you mean you stood at the window for 7 hours!? *Merlin looks away innocently* Merlin, you have a broken leg! Do you know how much that can affect your healing!?

Merlin: But what could I do!? I mean, their fight was so loud I had no choice but to listen!

Arthur: Merlin!

Merlin: Do you want to know the end or not!?

Arthur huffed and rolled his eyes, his hands moving up and down in a gentle massage. He knew how much the leg tingled when you couldn't move it.

Arthur: Finish the story.

Merlin: Sir Elyan managed to stop Lady Silvana, but old Diego ended the courtship. It seems she managed to irritate the cook a lot!

Arthur *rolls his eyes*: I can't blame the poor man; Lady Silvana can be really annoying sometimes.

Merlin nodded wisely.

Arthur: And then, what happened?

Merlin: Well, then she showed up crying to Gaius and asked if there was any way to make people love her...

Arthur *widens his eyes*: She wanted a love potion!?

Merlin: Maybe, but she whined so much about men not loving her that even I missed Lord Edward.

Arthur: Missed? 🤨 *jealous*

Merlin: Just a manner of speaking, sir. *jokes, poking Arthur's belly with his good foot*

Arthur: Hmm 😒.

Merlin winks and blows a kiss to his king.

Arthur: Shut up, Merlin. *looks away, feeling shy*

Merlin: But I didn't say anything 🥰

Arthur: Merlin, you're impossible. *smiles, shaking his head*

Merlin: I'm adorable, sir.

Arthur: So, what did Gaius say to her?

Merlin: Oh, he tried to explain that love can't be forced, but you know Gaius, he ended up giving her a potion to "improve her mood."

Arthur: *laughing* And did it work?

Merlin: Well, she stopped crying, but now she's convinced that all the men in the kingdom are in love with her.

Arthur: *laughing even more* This will be interesting to see at the next balls.

Merlin: For sure. *smiles mischievously* And you, sir, have any gossip to share?

Arthur: *thoughtful* Well, I heard that Lancelot is planning a big surprise for Guinevere.

Merlin: Oh, this will be good. *leans forward, interested* What is it?

Arthur: I can't say, it's a secret. *smiles mysteriously*

Merlin: Oh, come on, Arthur, I've been following the couple's courtship for years, I need to know if they're going to get together or not! Come on, tell me he's going to propose to her!

Arthur: *laughing* My lips are sealed, I won't say anything.

Merlin *rolls his eyes and huffs*: You're not funny, sir.

Arthur: I'm just keeping the suspense.

Merlin: Well, I'll find out anyway. *smiles confidently*

Arthur: I'm sure you will. *pats Merlin's good leg* Now, get some rest. I need you back in action soon.

Merlin: Yes, sir. *smiles, closing his eyes*

Arthur: *gets up and adjusts Merlin's blanket* See you later, Merlin.

Merlin: See you later, Arthur. *smiles as Arthur leaves the room*

[s0meonethat]

hey #ppg x rrb fans, come take a look at this:

THIS GIRL REALLY MADE A WHOLE PLAYLIST FOR PPG AND RRB AND A BONUS: ONE WITH ALL OF THEM COMBINED!!!!

this is the best thing that has ever happened to me in my entire life 😭😭😭😭

*DISCLAIMER: there are some songs that have swear words in them, so I would say these playlists would fit 12-13yr+*

(and yes don't mind the fact that I was listening to High Hopes because in my better judgement it is a good song 😌)

[saintbarou]

they have no idea that they are going to break up in front of a fried chicken shop

[akascow]

fun fact dad and his bf both have my humor which can sometimes be uncomfortable bc haha funny euphamism joke but also u are my father stoppit😭

[kaminorain]

hello contrary to popular opinion, i actually do still exist, college just hit me like a sledgehammer this year tee hee

[sour-strawberry-kisses]

I’m popping ibuprofen pills like M&M’s, at least with the sick note, I can catch up on doctor who episodes

Why not look at the bright side of life, huh?

[savage-rhi]

New battle cry of 2024: "GIVE ME THE GUMMY WORMS YOU BAMBI-EYED BITCH!"

[joyful-downer]

Just a little dose of JOY keeps me going, keeps me going everyday 🌼💊

[this-is-chaos-magick]

Why is this picture literally Wanda in WandaVision 😭

[thesaltyace]

I am SO ANGRY.

I should have pulled out of the garage to open the back hatch. But I opened the hatch while it was inside. Which was actually fine. The garage door was open, plenty of room.

But then I hit the button to close the garage door. While the hatch was still open. And now I have a huge scrape in the paint, down to metal, on the hatch. 🫠

I can't even right now. I'm so angry I could cry.

[totally-original-artist]

coconut is brown outwards but white inside

OH

o my god...

I'M coconut...

[eromrevencrow]

Charles (not used to his husband dying in someone else's arms): WHAT WERE HIS LAST WORDS STORM YOU DONT KNOW HOW I FEEL I ME EYE WAS HIS BEST FRIEND ORORO TELL ME OR SO HELP ME GOD

Ororo: They were private.

Charles: 🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬

Ororo (not having any of his shit): .............. yes, he was thinking about you

Charles: 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺 aw really?

[prestonmonterey]

ughhhh someone kill me i think i might like stay on the third floor today i actually cant deal with her today

[skhardwarevers1]

I can’t wait for the weather to get warmer,,