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Logan: I hate you with every inch of my being.

Roman: [looks down at Logan] That’s not a lot of inches.

Logan: [tackles him down]

OTP Prompt: Voice reveal?

(Don’t ask)

Person A, C, and D, all chanting in a group voice chat at B: UNMUTE! UNMUTE! UNMUTE!

Person E: guys, shut the hell up, this is very stressful for them.

[Person A, C, D, and E all go dead silent when B finally unmutes their microphone]

Person E: …. B, it’s ok if you don’t want to talk, I get why.

Person B, softly and quietly: I-It’s ok, I’m just nervous–

Person A, distantly but very clearly: HOLY MOTHER OF FUCK I’M IN LOVE

types of people

honey: lipstick, a sweet voice, confident laughter, handwritten notes, tries their best, loves fashion and dogs, bright eyes like the sun, new cities, good grades

woodsmoke: tired souls, ticket stubs and street maps from places they’ve visited, bodies full of untold stories, missing the train, coffee, gentle words 

wisteria: dreamy evenings, freshly-baked cinnamon rolls, sipping tea, writing in a diary, thick, worn-out jumpers, handfuls of flowers, falling in love, book piles

saltwater: dark, tousled hair, ripped jeans, paintbrushes, lofty grins, swallowing hard, a little broken, trying desperately to be a good person

ink: soft aching hands buried in messy hair, tragic smiles, scribbling on dusty parchment, ancient ruins, attic windows, stars, cups of tea gone cold

thunderstorms: leather jackets, eyeliner wings, sharpening their smiles, lace-up boots, vinyl records, wikipedia articles, tangled earphones, cigarette afternoons

All Time Lo-Lo

Summary: Logan has a problem…and he has no idea that problem even exists. He thinks it’s something else entirely.

Warnings: crying, depression, poor eating habits, food mention, grief, sadness, blood (sort of), injury/death mention, anxiety

Pairing: Platonic LAMP; bit of a Logicality focus at the end

Tagged: @ziallwarrior @thefallendog @apologieslogan

Notes: I’m sad today and Logan is the easiest side for me to write through so…yeah, this is the end result. It’s pure vent fic so I’m sorry if it’s bad, I’m just not in a great place right now. Anyway, here goes nothing.

He had a routine.

A solid and secure routine. Wake up. Shower. Coffee. Work. Lunch break. Work. Dinner. Read. Sleep. Repeat. His routine was flawless. It kept him organized and efficient, kept everyone balanced and grounded and most importantly, it took up every bit of his time and avoided any potential messy complications.

Then it happened.

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Can you draw lamp? Just... A little fluffy lamp please? I love you already💗

I didn’t have the energy this week for more “realistic” proportions so here’s mini-LAMP! 

I LOVE YOU TOO!!! 💛💛

Sanders Side Fanart Masterpost

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Logince 4

4. “Is that my shirt?”

“Is that my shirt?”

Logan, who had been very keen on Roman not noticing the material he was holding, quirked an eyebrow as he held the garment closer to him.

“This isn’t a shirt,” Logan noted.

Roman leveled a look at Logan and smirked. “Fine,” he said, “Is that my sweatshirt?”

Logan looked down at the hoodie in his arms. It was very clearly Roman’s. If the redness of the material wasn’t a clear giveaway, then then golden crown on the breast was.

Still, though, Logan was determined to keep the hoodie in his hands. He just… felt rather embarrassed about actually telling Roman why.

Logan looked back up at Roman, who was still looking at him with that smirk and an expectant gaze. He felt himself flush and averted his eyes.

Clearing his throat, he said, “I was helping with the laundry. Patton claimed that he needed help, so I decided to-”

“Interesting,” Roman said, taking a step forward, “I believe I saw Patton finishing up laundry two days ago.”

“Well, yes, perhaps, but there was still more to do, so, if you’ll excuse me-”

However, when Logan began to attempt to sink out and go to his room and act  like none of this ever happened, Roman shook his head and just summoned him back up.

“No, no, no,” Roman said, his voice teasing. He took another step forward, now right in front of Logan. “I’m curious as to why you’re trying to escape with my sweatshirt. Is having me not enough? You need to steal my clothes, too?”

Logan frowned and looked away. “Don’t tease, Roman.”

“Teasing? Logan, I’m wounded.” Out of the corner of his eye, Logan could see that Roman was beaming, obviously enjoying this. “I’m just trying to figure out why my wardrobe is being depleted. Are you growing tired of your current style? Honestly, I didn’t think you were a red guy, but I can probably help you find ties and shirts without you daringly taking from my closet-”

“No, it’s not that,” Logan interrupted. He sighed and looked down at the carpeting, holding the hoodie tighter against him. “I fear you’ll only make fun of me for the actual reason. It’s quite illogical and, really, rather stupid.”

Roman was silent for a moment before he gently tilted Logan’s head up so they were looking eye-to-eye again. The teasing smirk had left his face and was replaced by a look of concern. The softness of his gaze bored into Logan and, if Roman wasn’t having Logan look at him, he believed he would have caved under it.

Even after all this time, “softness” and “love” were still things Logan had to get used to.

“Are you alright, Logan?” Roman’s voice was gentle. “What is it? I’m sure it’s not stupid.”

Logan worried his bottom lip, his eyes flicking away again. “I believe it’s quite embarrassing, too.”

Roman sighed. “Logan, look at me.” When Logan finally obliged, he continued, “Whatever’s on your mind, I’m sure it isn’t illogical or stupid or embarrassing or anything else you’re going to try to convince me it is.” He flashed Logan a smile. “Now, what’s going on, darling?”

Logan huffed. “You have been going on many adventures in your realm lately,” he started, “And… and you’re usually gone for multiple days at a time. I thought that this-” he shifted the hoodie in his arms “-would help… quell any loneliness I would experience.” He rolled his eyes. “Honestly, it’s all rather embarrassing. I always know that I will see you again and I should not be taking your belongings to make myself feel more at ease when they are not mine to keep and-”

“Logan,” Roman cut in and Logan silenced himself, swallowing his nerves thickly. Roman gently traced Logan’s jaw with his thumb. “Keep the sweatshirt, okay?”

“But it’s not mine.”

“Was that going to stop you from taking it before we had this conversation?” Roman asked, smiling. Logan let out a quick laugh and shook his head. “Exactly. Keep it.”

“I-” Logan swallowed again and looked down at the garment. “Thank you, Roman.”

Roman pressed a kiss to Logan’s forehead. “Of course, my love,” he said, “And just know that I will always come back to you. I miss you too much to stay away for too long.”

Patton: Why is Roman crying on the floor?

Virgil: He's drunk

Patton: And

Virgil: He saw a picture of Logan's boyfriend

Patton: ...But he's Logan boyfriend

Virgil: I fucking know

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I really need to draw. Lol!

Are You Kidding Me

Ok, so I know literally no one follows me and no one is going to see this but I need to rant. I recently stumbled upon a community on Tumblr who believe thin people have privilege and people who are overweight are oppressed.

         Now, I’m all for body positivity, you should feel good about who you are but this group of people takes it too far. They complain about “thin privilege” where thin people are treated better and have easier lives and have power over overweight people. It’s true that some people are treated horribly for being fat but if you have to buy another plane ticket to fit yourself then that is because of your actions.

         There are studies that show that almost all obesity is caused by overeating, not “diseases” like so many people on this site claim they have. They make it worse when they target other groups of people and yell at them for things that they may not be able to change. ( I saw a post of a lady saying escalators and elevators were made for fat people and anyone else should pay a fine. In this post, she demeans people with actual disabilities who need wheelchairs or crutches.)

           They claim that no matter who you are if you're skinny you're biased, they make fun of eating disorders which are VERY SERIOUS topics and incredibly awful afflictions, I’ve gone through one and it was one of the worst times of my life.

          They also are constantly preaching body positivity, which is great! It’s wonderful to love yourself but it’s not ok to support and encourage people who have an unhealthy lifestyle most overweight people have. Sorry for the rant, the 0 people who read it. I just needed to get it out of my system.

Judge: Loki Laufeyson, what is your plea? Guilty of numerous counts of murder on your failed attempt to gain rule over Earth?

Loki: *clears throat* Mothers and fuckers of the jury-

Thor: LOKI NO