#my unprompted infodumps

[ma-lark-ey]

✪ malarkey's intro post 2.0 ✪

░!! have you done your daily click? !!░

░ greetings & salutations. since my original intro post is kind of messy, I'm making a new one!

ー name lark / magnus

ー age / birthday twenty / may 5th

ー pronouns he/him/they/them

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―●○◎ fandoms i'll tag/post:

all for the game (the foxhole court) / harry potter / the marauders era / red, white, & royal blue / percy jackson / magnus chase / check, please! / the extraordinaries / simon snow (carry on) / the mortal instruments / taylor swift / hermitcraft / the adventure zone / dimension 20

―●○◎ also, here are my fics that I still think are readable. ◎○●―

(otherwise known as, the collection of fanfictions I actually think are well written and not the ramblings of a lunatic (re: not written in a cripplingly intense hyperfocus.))

Separated by fandom

Carry On ―

― Winter Gardens [NR/6k]

"Simon Snow was (almost literally) scooped out of the trash by Davy Cadwallader when he signed his contract to become 'the next big thing' at just thirteen years old. Now, at eighteen, the years of sidelining his health in the name of his producer's standards are catching up to him, and the public's beginning to notice. It probably doesn't help that his boyfriend's vague-posting insults to his producer, either... Or that people are onto the fact he even has a boyfriend."

― are not created equal [NR/4k]

"Carry On where Everything Is the Same(tm) except Simon Snow is Deaf. And also autistic. Baz has like an ounce of emotional literacy but that's less important."

Dungeons & Daddies ―

― is that my face!? [G/36k]

Nick decides to go to church camp with Grant just so he doesn't have to be alone. He wasn't ready for... Whatever the fuck he's got himself into. This kid has his face, and for what? Nick's heard of dopplegangers, but this is just absurd. Much more absurd that they have the same fucking name.

― day:/time: [G/3k]

In which Grant Wilson haphazardly keeps a diary of his first few days in Faerun and the set of twins weirder than the Oak's that have taken him under their wing.

― apples never fall far [G/3k]

Henry always saw his transness as an afterthought, a part of himself that burdened others to hide away and talk about as little as possible. Lark always saw his transness as something that permeates his identity, affects each and every way society treats him. Something as innately a part of him as autism. Both have always seen their transness as a piece of them they cannot change, even if they tried.

― Stampler: A Documentary by Paeden Bennetts [G/10k]

what if the boys never went to Faerun? What if faerun didn't exist and they were simply kidnapped by their grandparents? what if, over a decade after the fact, young film major Paeden Bennetts, the youngest kidnapping victim, gathered the doodlers to film a documentary with a true to story recount of the events?

― laundry basketball [G/3k]

Grant is struggling with cleaning his room due to a hard hit of Depression, so, he calls Terry to come help him. And who's to say if they kiss once or twice? It's not gay to kiss the homies.

The Extraordinaries ―

― you're alive in my head. [NR/3k]

"should've kept every grocery store receipt / 'cause every scrap of you would be taken from me. / Watched as you signed your name... / ...All your closets of backlogged dreams / and how you've left them all to me. / What died didn't stay dead." OR: Five times Nicholas Bell missed his mom and the one time he didn't

Harry Potter ―

― this was a therapeutic chain of events [M/71k] [ongoing]

"Sirius Black was not looking for a relationship. He had a book to finish, deadlines to meet, and too many issues to drag another man into his life. He's already got two roommates and a toddler to worry about. Remus Lupin was not intending to look for a relationship. Between the service dog, the chronic illness, and the special interest in the Marauders book series, he doesn't have much game, either. James Potter did not even have the time for a relationship if he wanted one. He had a toddler, surgical residency hours, and Sirius to keep an eye on. His hands were full. Regulus Black had never even considered finding a partner. His brother gave him too many abandonment issues for that shit. He could never stoop that low. And then they all wound up in the same bar one night."

― never learned to read your mind [series] [T/132k] [ongoing]

“I’m trying to raise you to be a functioning adult, Albus. Do you want me to just stop being your father? Would that make life so much easier for you?” Albus knew that sometimes the things he said were needlessly cruel, and he didn't care. This was one of those times. “God, sometimes, I wish you weren’t my dad.” His father tensed, and what he said was so much crueller than anything Albus could ever come up with. “Well, sometimes, I wish you weren’t my son.” Or: Five times Albus ran away and the one time Harry followed him

― these hands of mine were clumsy, not clever. [G/43k]

OR: I toyed with the idea of Harry and Ginny having a kid by accident soon after the war, and Harry entering such a deep state of depression afterward he decided it be better he walk out on them than the stay and let his son watch him suffer and now we're reaping the consequences with an eleven year old Potter with daddy issues

Percy Jackson & the Olympians ―

― The Side-Effects of Being the Hero [T/2k]

Percy had always known he was neurodivergent, but since his adventures in saving the world from evil beasts and immortal beings, his mental health has only declined. He's been doing well since the fall of Gaea, but the weight of even causing that much damage weighs on his shoulders, leaving him in harsh nights. Nights like this one.

― home sweet home [NR/4k]

In which; Annabeth never goes home during the Olympian's series. Instead, it's not until after the war with Gaea she makes the ultimate decision to try to reconnect with her family

― wisegirl is live! [T/11k]

Fans piece together that popular streamer B4ckb1t3r's companion, Wisegirl, bears a striking resemblance to kidnapped seven-year-old, Annabeth Chase. Even down to the same name. Isn't that just crazy?

― i wanna know, do you play DnD? [G/3k]

In which: Heroes of Olympus (highly abridged) is actually just a high fantasy DnD campaign of a bunch of kids in their late teens trying to have a good time. That's it.

Magnus Chase & The Gods of Asgard ―

― it's just our bringing that gets us out of hand [M/146k]

After two years, Magnus had grown rather content with his life. He had friends, he had a girlfriend, and he had figured shit out. And then his Uncle Frederick rolled in and said, "I'm claiming legal guardianship of you. Let's move you to New York!" And now he's enrolled in therapy. Lucky Magnus. Or: A No Gods AU where Magnus DID go with Annabeth and Frederick when they came to Boston. Also canon is optional, fun fact.

Red, White, & Royal Blue ―

― CHECK(MATE) [T/14k]

"It's such an unexpected pairing, a hockey player and a punk star. How'd you too meet?" "Oh, well, it's really silly. It actually started when Alex's fans started..." "I met Henry because my Tumblr followers started this elaborate hoax about us being best friends." "And, let me guess, you ran with it?" "Oh, June, you know I commit to a good bit."

― Shouting Into Nothing (AGAIN?) [T/19k]

"How about this," Alex offered, "If I win AOTY, I announce Henry and I in my acceptance speech. If I don't, we do it your way." OR: Alex is a world famous pop punk star, Henry is still the Prince of England, and the public is onto them. (formerly: my songs know secrets you're sick of keeping)

― it's nice to meet you, prince perfect [M/5k] [ongoing]

Two years ago, Mary Windsor passed away at the age of 86. Two years ago, her youngest grandchild, a talented young female singer/songwriter who performed under the stage name 'Prince Perfect,' disappeared within the month. Now Prince Perfect is back from the dead. With an endless amount of cryptic messaging leading to a hidden away album for fans to discovery. An album named 'henry.'

Unprepared Casters ―

― you're on your own kid, you always have been [G/1k]

In which a nameless citizen of the Fey wild contemplates the recent happenings with the Sun (or, Suns) and Moon.

― find a penny, pick it up! [G/2k]

A brief summary of the early life of the eldest Lovejoy.

┌ below are my personal tags & what they mean !

[podcast-hemocytoblast]

What if when Michael got Distortioned he/they/it/(?) had just kept showing up to work? Imagine Gertrude comes into the archives and finds a bunch of paperwork filled out in yellow highlighter and folded into impossible shapes, and then Michael-Distortion just walks into the room door-style and sits down at his work computer so it can email Gertrude a phishing scam.

[musashi]

i need people on this website to learn that just because you have a symptom does not mean you are always right or deserve the same accommodation from every single person in your life like sometimes you have just got to suck it up/compromise/work on an alternative.

there are so many reasons and scenarios this applies to but every so often i will think about that one AITA post where someone was talking about how like they do not like being infodumped at unprompted and how much it upset them/stresses them out and everyone in the comments was calling them ableist and it was so clear it was just a bunch of traumatized autistics who have been told to shut up one too many times and like that sucks man it really does but you have got to accept that for every asshole who tells you to shut up and stop obsessing over xyz there is going to be someone well meaning and kind who just genuinely cannot engage with, process, listen to, or tolerate that much information and that has nothing to do with you or them it's just like. a part of being alive

learn about neuroclash, separate your shitty abusive parents & toxic ex friends from normal ass folks who might not gel w all ur Behaviours, and watch as communicating and making friends suddenly gets a whole lot easier!

[grayintogreen]

If you knew the amount of restraint I have to utilize to not talk ALL THE DAMN TIME about my fanfic series and the extremely specific characterizations and worldbuilding within, you’d give me a medal for how well I hold it all in.

[viaviv124]

No bc take my AU in literal terms, badly summarized the plot really is just "my dad sold me to the prince" and it could be quite wattpad harry styles fanfic worthy.

Except when Narinder does have a power trip Nanda isn't intimated, instead angrily asking him what gave him the fucking audacity to order them around before it escalates into a fistfight.

Meanwhile random servants or Narinder's siblings in the background like "cant they just get along for 5 minutes i swear to-"

[ikarus-angel]

suspected ace-spec reich moment (Bonus: questioning ace-spec anon who also prefers [blank]play and making out instead of penetration insert wheezing) - box anon (ykw this is my tag now)

I approve 👍

(I have never been touched by a man or a woman)

[super-who-locked-me-in-here]

I was talking with my Uber driver today, and he was taking me to work at the college I attend, and he asked me what I was studying, and I told him, "History major with a double minor in anthropology and writing" and this old southern dude's response is "Woah! Little Miss Indiana Jones back here!" (The chances of me seeing him again are extremely slim so I didn't correct him on pronouns). And this guy just starts talking about how much he loves Indiana Jones. Me personally, I can acknowledge that the films did a lot for the industry and they are extremely notable and recognizable and popular for films of their time, but they just don't interest me too much. But this guy clearly loves the films and I'm indulging his interest and all that when he says:

"Now have you seen the newest one that came out last month? That guy they got to play the bad guy this time 'round was pretty interesting. Heard of him before but haven't seen him in a lot. You know who I'm talking about? His name's somethin' foreign?"

And in my head I'm like

But on the outside I'm just sitting there politely and go "Oh you mean Mads Mikkelsen? Yeah he's great. I know him from a couple things." And my Uber driver, god bless him, goes "Oh? Whaddya know him from?" And we spent the entire rest of the ride talking about Mads Mikkelsen. It literally took everything in me to not be a freak about Mads or any of the characters he plays in the back seat of this old man's Hyundai. But I managed

[suolainensilakka]

Was initially tempted to rb the ask game thats like "mutuals tell me what character they consider me the Authority on" bc its fun and silly and also not that deep at all but also i dont talk abt my character opinions here frequently enough to really know if i have any notable Thoughts on any of em that people would remember me for, but. Still. Funnie. Anyway the answer to this should be Terra

[nonbinarywarcriminal]

my ex gf was the only limbus fan I knew, so cutting her off has resulted in so many irls getting absolutely killed with my project moon autism beam

[mxstarboy]

can I leave this guy with you for a bit? Yeah, thanks, I probably won't be back.

he's so fucking stupid I hope he falls off that building, how did he even get up there??? /affectionate

[plapitypus]

Love isn't always great acts of passion or sacrifice

sometimes love is small and quiet and goes by easily unnoticed

it's how my aunt always makes devilled eggs when she knows I'm coming over, because she knows they're my favourite

it's how whenever my brother sees my favourite pop in the store he'll buy me one, just because

it's how my mom always asks how my day went when she sees me, and listens to my answer

it's how my best friend always has a new series or video to show me, because she watched them and thought of me

it's how my siblings come to me for a hug when they've had a bad day- and it's how I give them the hug because I know they need it

it's how one of my students drew me a platypus, because they remembered I mentioned it was my favourite animal at the beginning of the year

it's how my dad sends me memes he finds on facebook, because he thinks they'll make me laugh

it's how my friends keep soft plushies and blankets and fidgets, in case I forget to bring my own

it's how my nan used to pull out all her art supplies so we could draw together when I came over

it's how my grandpa used to take me to the beach, so we could spend time together even if we weren't doing the exact same thing

it's how my dad makes sure my plants are watered when im away, and how my cats give me forehead bumps, and how my brother wraps me in the biggest, gentlest hugs

it's how we see things and learn things about people, and go out of our way to remember them, and do things for them, and make them smile

it's how we wrap people up with warmth and comfort and tell them I love you without ever uttering the words

[kill-vonkarma-again]

apollo justice (2007)

[finnified]

anyone else ever get hit with rlly randomly embarrassing memories for no reason at all its just like oh? i needed an ego cooldown did i?

[pushingdaisies1]

Kinda hate you, kinda love you . . . ♡

(✧ ˚.) PAIRING-> James "Logan" Howlett {A.K.A} Wolverine x Reader >_< (✧ ˚.) SUMMARY -> Being an X-men was a lot for you to sign up for. Well.. you didn't have a chance to deny this safe haven. The school became your home and the people that made up the X-men like a weird little familial unit. You had many reasons for staying as long as you did, but one was more prickly and jaded. The feelings you harbored for a stern and calloused Logan were.. weird for you to feel firsthand. One day, you are stuck overlooking a danger room drill between Gambit and Logan. With the new member of your world-saving team Jubilee by your side, it's too dull to NOT talk with each other. She was a good kid, hyperactive and spirited that's for sure. You talk, and talk a lot you do to the human embodiment of the fourth of July. It makes you think a little bit too hard about yours and Logans... predicament. (✧ ˚.) AUTHORS NOTE -> Hiii!!! This is my first time writing stuff for Logan so - bee tee dubs it may be complete and utter horse shit. I'd like to thank @velvrei for helping me ignite some well-dead thoughts. Genuinely love ur work sm and reading that and a lot more new/old logan content helped TONS. This is linked to the {♡x-men animated series/x-men97♡} series. I do wanna write more for the Deadpool timeline xmen/early 2000s timeline xmen!! But after seeing the masterpiece that is Deadpool and Wolverine, I lowkey just clung to those shows. I love animated Logan!! He is even more emotionally stunted/sassy sad!! (✧ ˚.) CWS (?) -> Logan nd u are sad ppl who don't know how to voice ur feelings!! , pining from afar/one-sided not so one-sided yearning, UHM HURT/KINDA COMFORT??? MAYBE??? I THINK??? , unprompted suggestiveness from logan , mentions of struggling to connect with other ppl/fears of the future (bay bay jubilee my love) , u and Jubilee just kinda bond, off topic idk cajun dialect so..... , and u infodump as a weird suto older sister/mom in her life, this was all very spur of the moment so uhm - not proofread!!! kinda!!!!!!!

The dangeroom was a room a lot of the X-men team spent their time in. To either train for a new threat or for general movement, drills were a common theme. Especially after world-shaking events, which were always somehow a constant, the professor was the equivalent of an alarm clock. Drills this, always having to run down into the war room. You didn't mind the training sessions if it was one-on-one or even with the whole team. Sometimes though, it was almost nagging. 

Though there were little things you'd do to pass this time. If you were made to overlook it or otherwise. Most of the time there didn't need to be supervision within the training center itself. Everyone was on high alert, and off days were few and far between. Logan had been hashing it out with Gambit all morning and wanted to do a specific procedure setting. You held your head in your hands as you sighed at the grown men's demands. Gambit was a professional sweet talker, Logan wasn't when needed. Of course, you complied, understanding the sudden want for more extensive training. When Jubilee volunteered you started to not loathe the idea of sitting in on Logan and Gambit - literally butting heads. 

Jubilee was a nice kid, you felt bad for her sudden entrance into life within the school. The professor was welcoming as always. With your push and her foster parents wanting her to be safe from threats like the sentinels, she was a bonified member.

Being the "newbie" always had its drawbacks. From day one you made sure to have her back, you could relate to her whole fish-out-of-water point of view. Logan saw the way you attached fast to the kid. He was like a vault of thoughts and feelings. Thoughts and feelings he never wanted to bring up or even let alone talk about. But it made your heart flutter just a tad when he sat his hand on your shoulder, gently rubbing a thumb against it.

He had stopped you before you were about to retire to your room. In the doorway to your personal, pillow escape he made sure to reel you down to earth. "Give the kid some breathing room. I know you want to help but there's no use for you smothering her."

You were almost baffled. What was he going on about? You were just looking out for her? Deep down, you did know what he meant. He might have not been a long-term X-Men member. But he did know you and the fragments of "memories" you held so dearly close to your chest. You two were so different and yet one in the same. Before you could even argue, he gave you a small .. somewhat comforting pat on said shoulder. "Just a friendly word of advice bub, don't take it so close to heart. Oh wait, that's inevitable." He joked at you with his signature toothy grin. You couldn't help but scoff in surprise and laughter as he jabbed at you with his SINGULAR witty remark.

Logan could be many things. Rough around the edges, even a total asshole when he felt like it. But to you, he was your kryptonite. It was pathetic the way you'd always eventually be pulled to bend at that man's every word. He just did that to you, and you had no answer to it. 

Making your way up to the upper room with Jubilee, you watched with tired eyes as the door to the observation room slid open. Cold - walls and floor head to toe with this sleek metal texture. There were two chairs, right behind the control panel where the training sequence(s) would be initiated. Your eyes were trained on the window as you watched Gambit and Logan make their entrance inside the training room itself. Gambit of course was rapidly shuffling a deck of cards. They were almost flying in the palms of his hands as he prepared them. Logan was of course blabbing his big mouth, in his signature suit "lumbering up" as he would call it. Finally, as you just now sat your bottom into the smooth-cushioned observation chairs, Jubilee was already starting the conversation. Thank god for you as you were still shaking the morning off of you."So what? , we just watch them throw around with each other, or what?" She cracked with a curious glance at the two men down below. You rested your chin in the palm of your hand as you leaned back. "Pretty much, we're here just in case the system doesn't shut down in time. Sometimes it does that."

She paused before she gave you a pointed look, her chunky pink sunglasses almost falling off of her black head of hair. "We're babysitting them!?" She retorted with a sort of faux annoyance. "I mean it's 'something' to do but - come on...." She groaned as she crossed her arms, heavy in on the air quotations. Cutting in, you directed your hand to the control panel. "No no no, not just that.”

Gathering your thoughts, you pointed out each scenario on the deck. You couldn't help but crack a smile at Jubilee's small "ohs" and "ah's". With the development, you two were brought into a nice steady stream of conversation. Hunched in her seat, yellow boots crinkling in this position, she poked and prodded you about your style and so on. it was nice to be looked at with such idealization. Her eyes were huge with wonder as she jumped to questions and searched for answers. Though it was only so nice until the two of you were interrupted by the impact of a card deck. As it smacked against the window, you pinched the bridge of your nose.

Hitting the intercom, you cleared your throat. "So sorry gentlemen! You two ready or what?" You retorted as you leaned over the panel. Gambit gathered back the cards into his hands. "Me? , 'course cher! Any day I would love to stick it to da fuzz ball over der." He remarked with a scheming smirk. Logan growled as his claws immediately sprouted from his knuckles. "I'll show you fuzz ball you pest." His lip curled up almost like a predator ready to pounce.

Jubilee sat back quiet as a mouse as she watched you talk through to the two. "Alrighty alright! Save the pouncing for later." You barked with a small chuckle at the end. You couldn't help but feel buzzy at the way Logan reared his head up. Gambit was too busy swapping cards from hand to hand. But all of Logan's attention was just on you, it was always just on you.

 "Okay, how are we feeling about the ruined city for today?" You asked the two as Gambit started to twirl a card in between his middle and pointer fingers. "Yes yes yes, dat will do just nicely, right Wolvie?" He asserted - training a hard on the hard-headed "foe." Logan's voice was low and gruff as he found his stance. "Don't get so ahead of yourself Gamby." He retorted as he turned back to you in the window. "Start it up doll, before this one here loses all of his spice." He barked with a laugh as Logan jostled his mask on. You rolled your eyes with a faint smile. "If you say so, bee-tee-dubs .. don't kill each other! Please and thank you." You affirmed as the array of buttons were clicked. As the scenery shifted into a torn-down cityscape, foes were already on the two men. The only fun thing about watching over the training sessions was getting to watch fellow X-Men in action. Just not with the risk of losing your life in the process. Leaning back into your chair, you took in a nice breath of air. Peace, for now at least. Jubilee sat up more straight, letting her bright yellow duster-like jacket collect at the sides of her chair. She brought her legs to her chest as both you and she watched Gambit and Logans fighting. You could feel her eyes wander to you in the quiet. You looked directly towards her, a sympathetic smile gracing your face. "How are you feeling?" Your voice was small but warm, comforting almost. This was the first time someone had even really asked her. "I don't know... it's like everything is just changing at once. I feel like a big Rubix cube." She said with a frown as she got more comfortable where she sat. You nodded your head in almost remembrance. "Trust me, becoming an X-men isn't the hardest part. It's living like one." Admitting with a soft sort of comfort, Jubilee was already warmer than before. The training session flew by as you two just talked and talked. She lamented about what life would be like now, what she would and wouldn't miss. How she was stripped of living like a normal teenager. "I mean everyone here has already been so nice to me, but this is just gonna take a lot of getting used to. ", she would lament to you in honesty. You tried to be as insightful as possible. Telling her that living as an X-men will always be tricky. But there will always be the people around here that'll keep you steady. Her ears perked up when you listed off your so-called "anchors." She immediately butted in after you listed off the Wolverine himself, Logan. "That guy? You two seem to be always at each other's throats?" She cracked at you with an inquisitive grin. "Well I mean yeah - he can be .. overly confident a lot of the time." You were almost reminding yourself. You didn't realize how long you spent talking about your scruffy metal-clawed 'friend.' You went on and on about how he combated with you in the best possible ways. How with his time in the X-Men, he opened up your worldview in many instances. He did so much to you and for you. He was almost like your escape in a way, and he maybe shared the same view. You didn't get into the nitty-gritty details of it, 'cause ew. But the moments away from daily life hecticness within the school you and he shared were your favorite. His arms were the sweetest embrace anyone could ask for. But that's what friends do, that's what friends are for.

 Though you always wondered if maybe you were wrong. Maybe you were holding on to nothing. Maybe there was an intimate connection between you two hiding under the surface. But you had a track record of getting your hopes up. You dashed those daydreams away as Jubilee yanked you back down into the now of things. Time flew by as the training sequence ended. Logan was immediately gloating his way out of the danger room. You and Jubilee met the two halfway. Gambit sang your high praises as he lamented about kicking Logan's ass in the drill. As the two grown men bickered Jubilee made her exit known. Since the professor was already summoning them all to the war room. Gambit waved you off with a small wink and another grand shuffle of his cards. Which just left you and logan ... fun. 

He quirked his brow in your direction as he realized your quiet demeanor. “Can you believe the guy? - come on bub you saw me!” He said in astonishment at Gambit's gambit tendencies. You crinkled your nose in a small giggle. If you were seeing straight, you couldn’t help but notice a small dash of a smile on Logan's face once he saw your mood brighten. His smile always found ways to make your knees weak and arms all jelly. “Yeah yeah, dont get your panties in a twist Lo.” You said with a twinkle in your eye. A grin followed spreading almost ear to ear.

His eyes softened ever so slightly with your jokes. He grumbled out his poorest joke yet. “Oh, I’ll show you.” He retorted before yanking you into him. Your back met his chest plate as you felt his collection of sweat. His muscled arms wrapped around your midsection as he whirled you around like a windmill. You ignited with laughter and “yucks” as you felt his sweat spreading onto you. You fought out his hold with a grimace and a sheepish chuckle, wiping your eye. “Christ man, you got all your .. muck on me!”

By now his claws were already dashed away. So his hands were now placed on his hips. He rolled his eyes as he looked you up and down. “Come on, you’ll live to see another day shrimpy.” He claimed with his eyes slowly wandering. “I look like a wet dog thanks to you.” You frowned jokingly, shaking your arms out. “On and on with you.” He remarked once again with his eyes rolling AGAIN soon after.

Closer and closer the two of you got as you both threw phony insults back and forth. Before your lips were inches away from one another. He drawled his quick mouth up and spat back something that would leave your mind in utter… shock. Was confusion the right word?  “Don’t play around with me, dimples. I know you’d like more than just my arms around you.” You quickly gasped out the pocket of air you were holding onto. A long pause was felt throughout the hall before you two darted in separate ways.

“I need to change!” You sheepishly shouted as you headed in the opposite direction of him. He did the same, mumbling whatever under his breath. “Don’t slip and fall!” He coughed out as you rubbed your face in annoyance. “Eat shit, Logan!” , “That’ll be a long time coming!” The both of you remarked to the other in unison. Both of your voices share the same sort of flustered frustration. You raced into the showers as you soon stumbled towards the sinks.

You splashed your face with cold water as your heart was still racing. Your cheeks were burning up let alone from his words. But you were soon able to catch up with your breath. Regaining your composure you looked yourself in the mirror. Gritting your teeth as you looked at the fool Logan made you. The Wolverine could be a hard-headed buffoon. Always on his way to making a snide insult with whichever X-men member was disagreeing with him. But god damn it was he your poison. You hated him and he hated you. That was the thing that kept you steady as you changed into uniform and raced towards the ongoing meeting. You knew that same smile still lingered on your face once you made your entrance into the war room. Able to brush off the team's sudden accusations as you made sure to remind everyone about the issue at hand. The Professor thanked you as he went back to discussing what new threats plagued human life. Your eyes always made their way back to Logans with small lingers. Making eye contact with you, his eye-line was diverted by you as you turned your attention back to the professor. The Wolverine was a fool, and he had already found purchase in your foolish heart. 

ꔫ✉ reblogs/interaction is appreciated <3 part two - ⭐️

[damienshaas]

Hi hello back again, had a much better day today and yesterday and to celebrate I require your finest damangela gifs, pics, videos, 16 page essays etc. go hog wild basically..all the best 💛

YELLS ANON YOU GET ME? this is great for a break from playing bloom & rage need a second from my min maxxing the girl kissing game...... you said essay i'm in that mood so i'm giving essay with a side of pics okay? okay.

OKAY SO like. they're insane right. like I think everyone usually has a lot to say about like amangela because when they're together in a vid they are. FULL sending it. like full "we're getting married in the spring" and "we've been kissing for seven minutes over here while [Shayne and Spencer] prattle on". so like that's their god given yuri right.

BUT when damangela is in a video they're giving in a more. how you would say. demure. mindful. way. like amangela is fun because it's not "serious" like as in it could never realistically happen, right. it's the beach episode of smosh interactions. literally just pure fun.

but damien and ang.......... they're yapper meeting yapper. saying whatever comes out of her brain vs infodumping genuine knowledge, damien. high energy vs cool composed. off the walls humor vs quick-witted and well-thought snipes. damangela is just that bitch. damangela is damien getting into Sarah Christ form and asking in character "so your place tonight or mine. or neither." damangela is bouncing looks at each other between rounds of tntl while everyone else is spiking the camera consistently like good boys and girls. damangela is angela being like "I'm excited we're on a team together again it's been so long"/"we're against each other and i'm going to beat your ass" (proceeds to get obliterated a la loud librarians). damangela is damien "I'm gonna torn apart in the comments about astrology" and angela "I think you're worried and I understand you are. but don't be" and ofc damien "I appreciate you." damangela is angela wanting to do nsfw prompts for games when damien is there AT LEAST 9/10 times. damangela is damien "you have such a great laugh." damangela is damien unprompted bringing angela up everywhere especially when she's not there; his stream, smosh mouth, other podcasts, insta captions, games videos. damangela is angela doing the same; perfect person podcast, smosh mouth, reacting to old smosh content. and there's just. everything else they do. like I see them and my whole brain goes dial up noises combined with like, lawnmower startup sounds.

also. peep the height difference.

it's especially funny when angela is the peak of looking respectfully. because why is she so real.

also they're just the big sillies.

like computer, play bad habit by steve lacy. computer play kiss goodnight by IDKHBTFM. computer. computer help. girl help

also. it helps that they're both. really hot. like if we're talking about power couples that could pass me around like a blunt on a good day in paris I'm not hesitating.

and finally, of course,

it's the mutual respect. it's the genuine friendship. it's the recognizing how absolutely hilarious the other person is. it's the just wanting to make each other laugh.

i'm glad you had a good day, anon! fingers crossed this made today a nice one 💙

[qoldenskies]

im so wound up that im actually tempted to start infodumping about my ocs on my TURTLE BLOG unprompted