#wild imagination

[mushynka]

ᴍɪɴᴏʀꜱ ᴅɴɪ. ᴇɴɢʟɪꜱʜ ɪꜱ ɴᴏᴛ ᴍʏ ɴᴀᴛɪᴠᴇ ʟᴀɴɢᴜᴀɢᴇ, ꜱᴏ ɪ ᴀᴘᴏʟᴏɢɪᴢᴇ ꜰᴏʀ ᴀɴʏ ᴘᴏꜱꜱɪʙʟᴇ ᴍɪꜱᴛᴀᴋᴇꜱ. ᴘʟᴇᴀꜱᴇ ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ᴄᴏᴘʏ ᴏʀ ꜱʜᴀʀᴇ. ᴛʜɪꜱ ꜱᴛᴏʀʏ ᴍᴀʏ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴀɪɴ ꜰɪᴄᴛɪᴏɴᴀʟ ᴇʟᴇᴍᴇɴᴛꜱ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ᴀᴘᴘᴇᴀʀ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴀɴᴏɴ!

【Ｆｌａｎｎｅｌ，Ｆｌｕ，ａｎｄ Ｆａｌｌｉｎｇ ｆｏｒ Ｙｏｕ】

Fluff/Care - Sick Lumberjack Logan Howlett x caretaker fem. reader

The sun was dipping below the horizon, painting the sky in swirls of amber and lavender, as Logan trudged up the dirt path toward the cabin. He shifted the weight of his axe from one shoulder to the other, letting out a low grunt of relief when he finally spotted the warm glow of the windows ahead.

Little cabin was nestled in a quiet forest clearing, far removed from the chaos of Logan’s past life. The air was crisp, carrying the earthy scent of pine and freshly fallen leaves. It was perfect — peaceful and unassuming, just the way he liked it.

The front door creaked open before he even reached the porch, and you stepped out, wrapping your arms around yourself to ward off the evening chill.

“You’re late,” you teased, smiling warmly as you watched him approach.

Logan grunted in response, his lips twitching into a faint smirk. “Got caught up with a stubborn tree. Thing didn’t wanna go down easy.”

“You look exhausted.” You leaned against the doorframe, your eyes scanning him for any sign of injury. It was a habit of yours — one Logan found both endearing and mildly exasperating.

“I’m fine,” he said, brushing off your concern with a wave of his hand. “Just need a shower and some food.”

As he stepped into the cabin, he paused to give you a quick kiss on the cheek, his roughened hand brushing against your arm. But before you could say anything, he turned his head away and sneezed.

“Bless you.”

Logan sniffed and rubbed at his nose, muttering something under his breath.

“Dust,” he explained gruffly. “Probably got a face full of it while cutting down that tree.”

You raised an eyebrow but decided not to press. Logan wasn’t one to admit when he was feeling under the weather. Still, you couldn’t help but notice the faint flush on his cheeks and the way his shoulders sagged more than usual.

The next morning, you woke to the sound of coughing.

Groaning softly, you rolled over and squinted at the clock on the nightstand. It was barely dawn, the soft light filtering through the curtains casting the room in a pale golden hue.

“Logan?” you murmured, sitting up and rubbing your eyes.

He was sitting on the edge of the bed, his broad shoulders hunched and his head in his hands.

“I’m fine,” he said before you could even ask. His voice was rougher than usual, like gravel scraping against stone.

“You don’t sound fine,” you countered, scooting closer to him and placing a hand on his back. He felt warmer than he should, his skin radiating heat even through his flannel shirt.

“It’s nothing,” he insisted, though the congestion in his voice betrayed him. “Just need some coffee and I’ll be good to go.”

You sighed, knowing better than to argue with him right away. “Alright. Let me make you something hot.”

Logan’s “nothing” turned out to be a full-blown cold. By midday, he was sprawled out on the couch, a blanket draped over his legs and a tissue box within arm’s reach.

“Never thought I’d see the day,” you said, standing in the doorway with a mug of tea in hand.

“What day?” Logan rasped, glaring at you over the rim of his mug.

“The day the indestructible Logan Howlett gets taken down by a cold.”

He groaned, flopping back against the cushions. “I’m not ‘taken down.’ I’m just...resting.”

You stifled a laugh as you walked over and handed him the tea. “Right. And I suppose the sneezing, coughing, and general misery are all part of your master plan?”

Logan glared at you again but didn’t argue.

Taking care of Logan was no small feat. He was as stubborn as a mule and twice as grumpy when he wasn’t feeling well.

“I don’t need this,” he protested as you handed him a bowl of soup.

“You need to eat,” you insisted, setting the tray on his lap. “And if you don’t, I’m going to sit on you until you do.”

Logan snorted, but the sound quickly turned into a coughing fit. You patted his back gently, trying not to laugh at the sheer absurdity of the situation.

“Fine,” he grumbled, reluctantly picking up the spoon. “But only because I don’t want you to break my ribs.”

Over the next few days, Logan’s tough exterior began to crack. He still tried to put up a fight, insisting he could take care of himself, but it was hard to argue with you when he could barely stay awake long enough to finish a sentence.

You found him surprisingly endearing in his vulnerable state. His usual gruffness softened, and though he’d never admit it, you could tell he appreciated the extra attention.

“You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?” he muttered one evening as you tucked the blanket more securely around him.

“Maybe a little,” you admitted, smirking. “But only because you’re such a terrible patient.”

“Terrible, huh?”

“Absolutely. The worst.”

Logan chuckled weakly, the sound warm and rich despite his hoarseness. “Lucky for you, I don’t get sick often.”

“Lucky for you,” you corrected, brushing a stray strand of hair from his forehead. “Because if you did, I’d probably end up breaking your ribs for real.”

By the end of the week, Logan was on the mend. His fever had broken, and the color had returned to his face. He was still a little tired, but his usual gruff energy was starting to return.

“Thanks,” he said one evening, his voice softer than usual.

“For what?”

“For putting up with me. And...you know. Taking care of me.”

You smiled, leaning against his side. “Anytime, babe.”

“Don’t make it a habit,” he teased, wrapping an arm around your shoulders.

“No promises,” you replied, resting your head against his chest.

♡ END

♡ Thanks for every like/comment/reblog - means world to me. Hope you guys like it and to all sickies fighting cold/flu rn - Get well soon sweet pies ❤️❤️

[nightwolferebornii]

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[howifeltabouthim]

It was no use giving himself instructions and upbraiding himself for being irrational. Immense flights of fantasy were taking place.

Iris Murdoch, from A Fairly Honourable Defeat

[sannnjhh]

I asked him "why do you even love me so much? I am so ugly."

He kissed every inch of my skin while whispering how much he loves me and how pretty I am.

I... I never felt so ugly in my life. It made me want to peel my skin off. Pick it apart until it's nothing but bones. Until I couldn't feel his touch anymore...

[marshmallowdoritos]

Randomly thinking of hunky biker boyfriends, that is all

[ohmnhivoid-content]

Train Of Thought (Lucina Zhen)

[screaminatrain]

May 5th 2023: Last dumb thought

Oh, joy. Well, there’s a lot to choose from. But my most recent was when I was at band. I was watching of violinists play their violin aggressively and the dumbest thought struck me. Violins are a fire hazard. You’re rubbing the string of the bow against the body so hard and fast it could start a whole campfire. And with that thought, it expanded even further. Has anyone ever used a violin to light a campfire? Or just start an intentional fire with a violin? If so, who was it? Aren’t violinists scared of sitting next to each other just in case the other lights a spark and starts a whole fire? 

Then again, I have a wild imagination.

[starlingzzz]

my favorite scene :)

[mushynka]

Person: Wtf, these "therians" or whatever kids are so cringe and stupid. Running around in some stupid animal masks and pretending they're animals... I'm so glad we actually grew up normally.

Me: Still pretending tomato juice is blood, imagining I'm a vampire from the 19th century while drinking it:

[oldtvlover]

Lol 😂 🤣 🤣 😂

Would be true - and funny. 😁 🤭 🤣

next we need a bite button

[astrowarr]

after watching several povs, there's something so striking about the way mumbo died.

he dies at home, first of all, which is notable in its own right because so much of his time was spent running about, usually in pursuit of kills. he dies with grian, too— to a thing grian created, no less, but it isn't actually grian's fault for once.

mumbo dies in that tall tower and when lightning strikes, from all across the server, everyone looks. their eyes land on that tower, and everyone is watching. even in grian's perspective, you can see everyone at renwood mound, lined up and staring. those at the bamlands looked on too.

they didn't see mumbo die, but they saw grian's grief. grian, who, throughout this season, has seemed cruel and untouchable to those outside of his circle due to his involvement with and knowledge of the wild cards. they watch grian immediately crumble under the weight of mumbo's death; several of them even explicitly comment, "look at grian, he's grieving, he's in mourning."

i like to think that, until that moment, grian was almost god-like in their minds; now, though, he's the quintessential concept of humanity. grief can be religious if you do it right, after all. even beyond the grian aspect though, isn't this just the most despairing omen of what's to come?

i mean, there's something about this image of a man fallen from grace, crying out as he holds the mangled corpse of his friend in the home they made together, high in the sky, on display for all the world to bear witness to. and the world did bear witness, be it with pity, horror, joy... it doesn't matter, because they saw.

the canary curse has been broken, but this was a fittingly foreboding, tone-setting image that did a stunning job filling its shoes

[eydilily]

beep boop be boo bop

[firephoenix23]

Like I literally have second hand embarrassment for Vox after seeing what Alastor ACTUALLY is like in a rivalry.

Like homie wishes he could be that close to Alastor 😂😂

[chloesimaginationthings]

The moment FNAF movie Vanessa knew she fucked up

[cakesmelons]

fuck bigots.

lmao incase somehow it wasn't obvious transphobes aren't welcome here. i love my trans siblings, you're valid and welcome here 🩵🩷🤍🩷🩵 and remember bigots! anytime you call cross "cross" you're validating a trans person <3

[150en]

Play fetch.

4/5Gs might be the most thematically interesting (and maybe terrifying?) team in Wild Life right now.