In A Truck Stop Bathroom Washing My Hands Today And 2 Boys, Looked About 5 And 9, Came In With Their

I love touch starved characters 💕💕

anyway a big trope in Mandalorian/Clone Wars fanfic is how touch starved you can get if you wear a full suit of armor + helmet all the time, even if you're getting fist bumps and shoulder knocks on a regular basis. which is to say, there's a lot of Batfamily members who might wear a full body suit and helmet (Jason) but still wear normal clothes when they're "off duty" -- and there's characters who absolutely don't. looking at YOU, Bruce Wayne, who wears head to toe armor with only the lower half of your face exposed, and when you take that suit off, you trade it for -- get this -- turtlenecks, full length slacks, and sunglasses. you think that man is getting any kind of skin-to-skin platonic contact? does anyone actually touch him outside of maybe the occasional romantic entanglement or torture session?

Reminder that when you watch HP/buy books or merch, this is where your money goes

She’s becoming Britain’s Elon Musk but sure, your little wizards are more important than my rights

I keep remembering a run of Hamlet I saw a few years ago, where the Ghost was costumed in full plate armour which was very noisy, and instead of muffling it, they had him crash across the stage, stomping so the whole set rattled, and he said all of his lines in a bellow, like he was furious with Hamlet.

And the thing that made it absolutely terrifying was that Hamlet was the only one who reacted. He was cowering, and covering his ears with both hands, and yelling to be heard over the noise.

And no one else seemed to know why he was doing that. The other actors didn't even raise their voices.

That's scary, something so loud and painful, and REAL, and the people around you don't even notice it, and think that you're the crazy one.

hostile work environment

I AM ALSO GONNA DO THIS OF ITS OK!!!

Screenshot redraw of my boy <3

top 3 places to bleed out:

1. the snow

2. your lover/best friend/homoerotic comrade’s arms

3. bathroom floor

can't today. busy.

another unfinished piece from Young Logan AU,

FINALLY a Logan Evolution one. Might still use pieces of this to carve out the FBLAU.

The History of One James Logan Howlett

At Eight, it Happens.

 The house had been decorated for a celebration. Even when he’s sick, which is often, his parents always try to entertain him, even if he’s stuck in a wheelchair so he doesn’t have to walk. He’s sick with the flu for the third time that year. He’s just standing up from bed to the chair when he hears-

BANG

And then a scream.

The fever makes the world melt around him as he breathes, but he stumbles out of his room towards the sound. He sees the groundskeeper on top of his father, and that’s it. 

He killed two people that day, not one. His father, and his half-brother.

His babysitter, Rosie, whisks him away into the woods, names him Logan, but they’re both young, and the work is too heavy for a frail girl and her little brother. The worst happens to Rosie. She gets sick from all the stress and the snow, and by the spring, he’s with the wolves, learning how to live, forgetting his past by the day.

The government finds a little boy with blood still dripping down his mouth, deerskin as his only clothing. They send him to a home and he learns how to pretend to be a person, another animal pelt he slings over himself to appear less threatening.

Eleven finds him back in the woods, his most natural habitat. He sleeps in the trees, eats raw meat for the first time in years and feels alive. There is no need to pretend to be ghosts.

At thirteen, he begins to work with Wraith, Sabretooth, and is guided by a man called Maverick. (everyone knew Stryker was pulling the shots). They’re a team, and a good one. But something happens, and he starts to work alone.

Fourteen isn’t remembered. There is nothing special about the Wolverine.

Fifteen finds him isolated, in a little room in a little house. He’s on a mission he won’t remember, in a place that won’t matter. Somehow he gets a cupcake on his bed. He doesn’t know who it’s from, but he eats it anyway.

16 passes the same way. He is safe. He eats raw meat again. He gets another cupcake.

And 17 finds him running, running, running, running, no memory of anything except the pain and a blonde boy reaching out in fear and rage but everything seems wrong so he does what he does best and runs.

He’s all the way in the US by the time he realizes what he’s done.