I Want To Go Through The Washing Machine
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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.
I love eating nesquik powder
Lin-Manuel Miranda is so funny to me, he decided to write a historical musical and cast himself as the lead. But the only thing he decided to change was making two people in love with him.
All the codes people have been finding about Euclydia and such on the thisisnotawebsitedotcom.com website paint a rather positive picture of Bill's parents. It seems like they loved and cherished him deeply. And don't get me wrong—I'm sure they cared a lot about Bill (especially his mother, with whom he looks like he bonded the most). However, let's not forget what Alex mentioned about Bill's relationship with his parents:
(Paraphrasing what I remember) "If you think Stanley's relationship with his family was bad, Bill's was a thousand times worse."
You have to remember, they were PURPOSEFULLY POISONING him, making him GO BLIND so that he would stop rambling about the third dimension and the concept of 'up'.
Bill was literally ostracized from society, and in a desperate attempt to explain the concept of higher dimensions to a 2D life form, he condemned to death everyone he once knew and cared about.
This guy had been harboring such a deep grudge against all the people who tried to silence him that one day he just couldn't take it anymore and decided to 'show them all' what the third dimension looked like. He didn't succeed.
So, while his parents might have been well-meaning individuals who only wanted the best for their little Billy, they are NOT saints and are, in a significant way, responsible for Bill's destructive outcome.
And still, despite all this, to this day, he can't seem to forget them.
"All he draws are red and blue triangles"
He loved them.
(Ugh I need to sleep what the hell is even this rant wtf)
Gravity falls au where everything’s the same accept Stan’s anime eyes from that one lost legends comic never where off so halfway through season two he just looks like this
I swear I’ve asked all of my friends and none of them remember this show did anyone else watch this 😭
What I’m thinking: man, my eyes are kind of itchy from allergies.
What I say: my balls hurt
