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kiss me on the mouth and love me like a sailor.

logan was desperate for the relief of his mouth pressed to wade’s. he needed it, needed to put his feelings into an action. needed wade to do the same, to envelope logan in himself. he had spent years he couldn’t count feeling bitter, alone, guilty. he felt like a monster.

that is, until he found wade. or, more accurately, until wade found him. he was washed in the glow of the other man, felt his love surround him in ways he didn’t know possible. his grief untangled itself from the constricting hold on his heart and spread throughout him, and wade took as much of it from him as he could.

he had never had someone to share the load with, someone who would listen and care and hold him up when he was falling apart. he wanted to worship the other man, it was what logan imagined religion was for other people. he was addicted to the warmth that flooded his body when wade was in the room. would listen to his incessant rambling as if he was delivering a sermon.

the two were sitting very close to one another, on the living room floor. wade had one leg folded under himself, the other knee pulled up towards his chest as he turned to look at logan. logan was sitting with his legs criss-crossed, but they started to unfold as he leaned towards wade. the only light in the room was the glow of the television, whatever nic cage movie they had been watching was forgotten as they talked quietly to each other.

it was nights like these that felt holy to logan. sacred. like they were the only two people in the world awake right now. his right leg pressed into wade’s left thigh, and the point of contact felt like deliverance.

when logan pushed himself a few more inches forward, his lips just a breath away from wade’s, he saw wade’s mouth pull into a soft smile. when their mouths met, it felt like a baptism. he felt saved.

the two men (though logan felt the word man devalued what wade was to him) folded into one another before wade started leaning backwards, pulling logan down with him. their noses banged into each other with the movement and the two pulled apart to laugh quietly together. logan couldn’t school his smile into anything other than what it was: pure joy. wade’s eyes shone with affection, and the wolverine felt his smile widen further at the sight.

he hid his face in the other man’s neck, nuzzling into his skin, allowing himself to be swallowed in his scent. this was salvation, here on the living room floor of their shitty apartment in the middle of the night. if this was eternity, logan understood why people dedicated their lives to their religions - he would do anything to keep this forever.

and the best part of it all was that he could keep it forever. dripping in wade’s favor, this was his heaven.

i don’t believe in god, but i believe that you’re my savior.

It hurts to not be your favorite person’s favorite person

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Mom can we have good omens

No sweetie we have good omens at home

Good omens at home:

new no evil

new character -

he's always depicted putting his hands in water. not *always*, but consistently. the hands do have a big of a mechanical vibe to them, makes me curious why he keeps putting his hands in if he's prone to rusting.

he mentions the "violet wing" being his favorite, and we see he has depictions of the four tezcatlipocas. black tez is not able to cross water, which this building seems to be absolutely full of.

the mercy bow depicts something that resembles a tornado. we saw corn summon one when he was at blackwell asylum

one of these depicts breaking glass. corn dislikes glass and reflective surfaces

this building is also FULL of reflective surfaces. even the food served is reflective.

not sure what the rest of the story is. lion and deer were fueding ? deer was killed and put back together. they both used the spike to fight... they look spiderlike, so the black ick as spiders?

the deer is attacked by a feline and a rabbit

and then they merge, spike goes away? i forget how they came across the spike but oh boy the lore is loreing

WAIT I REWATCHED IT AND THEY GOT IT FROM WRIP AND VINKLE'S CELLAR??? WHAT THE FUCK DID THEY DO

Actually I'll never forgive Punk Rave and Killstar and fast fashion brands for tricking people into thinking that being goth or punk or emo is expensive. Babygirl the only goth brand names you need to know are Rit, Good Will, Etsy, and Studs and Spikes, we used to shove safety pins through our ears and then they started selling earrings that look like safety pins for 15.99. We used to dye thrifted wedding dresses black and they started selling gothic gowns for 300 bucks. We used to put studs on boots we found in the back of the good will and they started making Demonias. DIY or die wasn't perfect it can be exclusionary to disabled people but whatever the fuck we've got going on right now is so much worse. It's not any more inclusive to the disabled and it is exclusionary to the people who made punk, to the people who made goth, to the people who made emo. If you've got the funds and you don't want to do diy pay someone else to do it for you but please let it be a small artist or a friend not some guy in a suit who's made it his business to gentrify punk. You can turn flats into platforms with flipflops, hotglue and gumption don't let anyone tell you different.

I hate my creative writing class ( jk I love it) because tf you mean my Minecraft movie romantic fanfic is late 😭😭😭

Is this anything

I need to talk about ai art, because like one I hate it but two I see this shit on instagram reels and like I would never use it but like I feel like the people who do could be so much more creative. Like it’s always like a cat that’s really buff and his wife left him, and like sure we could do that like one time but ever ai post is just a shit variation of that like I feel like you could make like incredible worlds and shit. And I’m not saying I could do better (but I probably could) but like It just shows how unimaginative and lazy ai “artists” are. IMPRESS ME

I like thinking about how Blitzø and Stolas are compatible in their messed up ways, but there's one clear incompatibility between them, on ground on their unresolved traumas;

Blitzø has anger issues, overactive fight reaction

while Stolas has been verbally attacked & abused by Stella for at least 17 years

Stolas has avoidant issues, overactive flight reaction

while Blitzø has been abandoned and ignored by many people practically whole his life

So it fucks with their relationship.

In Ozzie's Stolas avoids confrontation, Blitzø feels he's ashamed of him and gets upset and aggressive after giving Stolas a lift.

Later in the series, Stolas texts less and ,,gives Blitzø space" which makes Blitzø worried that he's not wanted anymore. Then when he's offered the crystal, it triggers him, making him convinced completely that he's being abandoned again. He jokes rudely, Stolas feels he's mocked and so he leaves, which causes Blitzø to lash out, which causes Stolas to kick him out...

They really need to resolve their internal problems first in order to work out