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this this took me many hours to finish i regret doing it but i like how it turned out also i’m obseseed with that ship mmmmm- aND I KNOW THAT JERRY’S HAND IS TOTALLY OFF I KNOW IT’S A HUGE ANATOMY MISTAKE JUST DON’T BE MAD AT ME

"i'd rather die" , logince or prinxiety? - tulipscomeinallsortsofcolors

imma do some logince cause i haven’t written them yet! 

pairings: logince

49: “i’d rather die” (tw: blood, injury mention, death mention) (fbi!au)

“i won’t ask you again,” the woman drawls. she lounges atop the abandoned bar, the picture of elegance and grace. the gun dangles from one index finger, glinting silver in the low light.

logan spits a mouthful of blood onto the concrete floor. his nose is bleeding, and he’s glad he isn’t gagged because his nose is blocked and he’s sure he would have suffocated if his mouth was blocked. he’s starting to lose feeling in his hands and feet from the tightness of the duct tape.

“i am not required to tell you anything,” he says, voice level and steady. “and i’d rather die than surrender my team members.” rather die than surrender roman, he doesn’t say.

“you’re not going to leave this building alive, agent,” she purrs. “you’re going to die here, by my hand, and i will go down in history as the woman who beat the fbi’s own agent logan wallace.” logan hates the way his name sounds on her tongue.

there’s a massive crash, and the woman jumps off the bar, gun pointed square at his forehead. three agents come into the bar, and logan breathes a sigh of relief when he doesn’t see roman among them.

the standoff is tense, lasts a few heart-breaking minutes, and logan thinks he’s going to die. but the woman is cocky and sure, and the second her gun lowers from his forehead the window behind her shatters and she collapses to the ground with a bullet through her skull.

one of the lead agents severs the duct tape and logan stands, rubbing his wrists. one of them passes him a cell phone, and when he presses it to his ear he hears virgil, frantic. “logan! did you find him? is he alright?”

“hello, virgil,” logan sighs, and it’s good to hear his older brother’s voice.

“lo! are you alright? what did they do to you?”

“other than briefly cutting off circulation to my extremities, minor blood loss, and several bruises, i am alright, virgil.”

“make sure patton checks you out, okay, lo?”

logan smiles. “of course, virgil.”

“i’m glad you’re safe,” virgil sighs. “my fingers were shaking on the keyboard, i - i couldn’t shake the feeling that i wasn’t typing fast enough, i wasn’t looking hard enough, i wasn’t -”

“you were enough, virgil,” logan soothes. “you were enough.”

“the batcave better be the first fucking place you go when you get back here,” virgil threatens.

“i promise.”

virgil hangs up, and logan heads outside, a little unsteady but largely unharmed. he sits on the sidewalk and lets patton check him out, trying not to look at the bloodstains he leaves on patton’s blue scrubs.

the blood is cleared in no time, and patton is just finishing attaching gauze to the cut on his forehead when he sees roman walking towards them, gaze flicking around frantically. his sniper rifle is propped against his shoulder, but when he sees patton and logan, he passes it to one of the other agents and sprints.

he drops to his knees in front of logan, pressing his hands to logan’s cheeks and taking a deep breath. “oh, thank god you’re alive,” he whispers. “i wanted to be on the ground, i wanted to go in there and get you myself, but they needed a sniper and -”

“ - and you are the best shot the academy has ever seen,” logan finishes. roman laughs.

“logan wallace, i never thought i’d see the day you complimented my riflework.” he leans in and kisses logan, gently, and for once, logan doesn’t push him off in the name of pda.

(I’VE BEEN BINGING CRIMINAL MINDS CAN YOU TELL)

(I REALLY REALLY WANT TO WRITE MORE OF THIS AU NOW I JUST WANT BADASS FBI AGENT LOGINCE BOYFRIENDS FT. MED WORKER PATTON AND TECH ANALYST VIRGIL SO LOOK OUT FOR THAT SOON I HOPE YOU LIKE IT ILYSM)

21 prinxiety or logince?

021: “He/She’s quite stunning, isn’t he/she?”

“He’s quite stunning, isn’t he?”

Virgil followed Logan’s gaze towards Roman, who sat on the couch with Patton, playing some alternate version of ‘rock, paper, scissors’. For a second he thought Logan meant Patton, but his gaze didn’t move when Patton stood up- it was still locked in the same spot.

“Who, Roman?” Virgil hummed, crossing one leg over the other, knee bumping the table. “You know, if you like him, you should ask him out.”

Logan seemed to take the suggestion into consideration, as he didn’t immediately refuse. 

“I suppose that is what people do when they like someone.” Logan said after a minute of silence, lips twitching into a grin as Roman shouted in agony as he lost the game for the third time in a row.

“I mean, I personally don’t see the appeal, but if your standards are low enough..”

Logan huffed out a laugh, resting his cheek on his palm, elbow sat on the tabletop. “We have the same face, Virgil.”

Though he supposed that was a lie, he thought, gaze sweeping across Roman’s face, and then Patton’s. There were a few physical differences there, like Patton’s freckles, Roman’s laugh lines, and the small scar that cut through one of Roman’s eyebrows.

“There’s no way he’d find me worthy of him, though. It’s illogical.” Logan stated with such a certain tone it was almost sad, leaning back against his chair and crossing his arms over his chest, eyes still trained on Roman.

Virgil chose to ignore the slightly self-deprecating comment and instead stared at Logan, amused by his heart eyes as he gazed openly at his crush, and pulled out his phone, skimming through the conversation he had with Roman in texts the night before, where Roman was contemplating asking Logan out but felt that Logan wasn’t interested. 

Virgil shook his head.

Oblivious idiots.

101 Fluffy Prompts

"I'm a romantic, I know all the pick-up lines. Every single one." with Logince please!

i hereby decree that any prompt fills requesting logince will be set in the logince fbi!au and there is NOTHING YOU FUCKERS CAN DO ABOUT IT

pairings: romantic logince ( @fandersfic-logince ), platonic prinxiety

“i’m a romantic, i know all the pickup lines. every single one.” (tw: v brief kidnapping mention)

“you know, you’re never gonna win him over like that,” virgil says. 

roman flings himself onto the couch, groaning loudly, a long, drawn-out sigh. virgil pulls open a drawer with a small red crown painted on it, pulls out a red rubber ball, and hurls it at him. he doesn’t even turn to look. 

he hits roman square in the forehead. 

“virgil, why must you abuse me so!” 

“because you come in here every single day and tell me about your grand romantic plans to woo my baby brother, that’s why. how many shitty pickup lines do you even have, roman?” 

“what can i say?” roman laughs. “i’m a romantic. i know all the pickup lines. every. single. one.” 

virgil rolls his eyes. “you know, if this were olden times i could challenge you to a duel for the right to his hand.” 

“you still could,” roman teases, wiggling his eyebrows. “i’d win.” 

“i’m a faster draw,” virgil says.

“yeah, but i’m a better shot.” 

“who said i was talking about guns?” virgil spins his chair in a complete circle, flinging his hand forward as he faces roman. he faces the computer, grinning, as roman gapes at the small throwing knife embedded in the wall. 

“you’ve picked up some new skills, i see.” 

virgil shrugs. “i’m not interested in hanging out in any more locked car trunks, ro.” 

he hears roman approach him, footfalls deliberately loud so that he knows he’s coming. he feels roman carefully touch his shoulders before leaning down and wrapping him in a hug. 

“you’re a good brother, virgil.” 

“and you’re a good boyfriend, roman.” virgil tilts his head back, lets his head rest on roman’s shoulder. “my baby brother’s lucky to have you.” 

roman squeezes tightly, and virgil takes one hand off the keyboard to press over roman’s. then he prints the suspect list roman’s here for and hands it to him. 

roman swans into the briefing room and drops the suspect list into thomas’s hands before throwing a stunning smile at logan. “are you an astronaut?” 

“no, i am an fbi agent -”

“because damn, you are out of this world!” 

logan blinks at roman, adorable in his confusion, and says, “but i’m not an astronaut, roman. i’m an fbi agent that you work with. is this new information to you?” 

roman sits down and buries his head in his arms, groaning loudly. of course, he just had to develop a maddening crush on the single most oblivious human on the planet. he’s a fool for thinking it can go somewhere. 

years later, roman wakes up in the middle of the night. there’s a warm body curled against his side, tucked underneath his arm, hair tickling roman’s nose, cold toes pressed against roman’s warm inner calf. his fiancé snores softly in his arms, mumbling a long, slurred string of something roman thinks might be latin. 

“i can’t believe how lucky i am,” roman whispers, pressing a single chaste kiss against logan’s hair. “i know every pickup line in the book, and none of them worked, and i still managed to land the most wonderful man in the entire world. and i love you.” 

“l’v you t’,” logan mumbles, immediately followed by more meaningless latin gibberish. 

“te amo, mi amor,” roman says sleepily, pulling logan a little closer as he falls asleep again.

(soft domestic fbi!logince gives me life and so does roman and virgil’s friendship) 

@conversationswithamillenial@raygelkitty@justanotherpurplebutterfly@frigglishsprite413@thenewaccountofadeafgirl@queva8@pllandcompany

For some reason I’m kinda craving logince art recently… There just really?? isn’t??? enough of it???

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.”

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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Logan: *sheds a single solitary tear* 

Roman: *protective prince mode activated* 

Roman: Who did it?! Who fucked with my star-spangled muffin?! I’ll kill you! I’ll kill you all!

I put way too much effort into this and I really have no clue what’s going on with my style But Here.

Sanders Sides Cooking Show AU

Okay so I watch this show called My Kitchen Rules, don’t judge me, it’s great. But basically what happens is you have several pairs/couples competing against each other; they have to cook meals, complete challenges, face sudden death, y'know, typical cooking show stuff… but with pairs. So, while watching one couple yell wildly at each other as whatever they were cooking caught fire, I began thinking about the Sides in this mess.

Patton

- Patton cooks from the heart, improvising as he goes a lot of the time. He doesn’t really have recipes, more traditions that have been lovingly drilled into him

-Decent cook, but is amazing with desserts, as they are his favourite. He’s really good at making the flavours work together, though sometimes he overloads on sugar and makes the dish unbalanced

-Even when everything is going wrong he still can make light of the situation, joking and being positive. Even when going to sudden death he seems cheery, even though on the inside he’s disappointed in himself.

-Literally everyone loves him, even the judges. One of the audiences favourites for sure.

Logan

-Logan is very by the book. He does not like to improvise, it gets him stressed

-Very good with time management, nothing is ever rushed.

-Is very skilled chef though sometimes lacks artistic ability to make the dish look nice.

-If something goes wrong there is either full blown screaming or he’s calm, collected, and works through the problem

-Looks perpetually done or entirely focused, there is no in between. Unless he wins something, then he smiles a bit and thanks the judges.

-He probably doesn’t want to be on this show and doesn’t see the point in it.

Roman

-Very good at plating and making things look lovely

-His dishes sound entirely random at first but somehow he manages to make it work and no one really understands how

-Some people love him, some people hate him

-Whenever there’s a challenge of serving food to a crowd of random people who then vote for the best dish, Roman’s charisma means EVERYONE wants to try his food. Even if the foods not great he’ll probably get a vote, especially if it’s a parent/child voting. Roman’s great with kids

-Actually works better in sudden death because he gets to prepare a whole meal and he likes linking all the courses together

-Can get a bit “extra-passionate” sometimes

Virgil

-Doesn’t say much to other contestants, even in their little interview bit all he really does is make sarcastic comments

- His sarcasm does mean he ends up being a fan favourite

-A lot like Logan with his cooking style

-He’s a bit uncomfortable with the large amount of cameras shoved in his face

-Just shrugs if he’s sent to sudden death-he understands, he gets it-internally is freaking out because it’s too much pressure

-Strangely good at the challenges

That’s them individually, but what happens when they’re with their partners?

I’ve only done a couple of my personal favourites, please feel free to add more

Logicality

-Logan is driven up the wall with Patton’s constant puns, but it is very endearing to watch. He sometimes joins if everything is going well

-When something goes wrong, Patton can see Logan getting worked up, so he takes over whatever Logan is doing to let him breathe for a second. Logan’s able to think everything through and quickly solve whatever happened

-Patton can be INFURIATING. He keeps adding things randomly and going against the recipes and it drives Logan insane, Patton just laughs at him.

-Always makes sure Patton is alright if they go to sudden death

-When they win something Patton gets very excited and that’s when Logan fully lights up and hugs him and everyone dies because, they’re an unlikely couple but also perfect?

Prinxiety

-Virgil is done with your shit Roman. Stop being a diva and just do your thing

-We all know Roman is extra but he amps it up with Virgil just to annoy him. Remember Virgil making sarcastic comments? They are almost always directed at Princey

-Sometimes some contestants are a bit flirty around Roman (it happens quite a bit on this show) and Roman is Roman so he loves the attention, but he also loves how protective it makes Virgil, it’s cute. He does make sure he’s actually alright of course

-If you thought Logan was bad when Patton spontaneously adds stuff, you should see Virgil when Roman practically sCRAPS THE RECIPE! He is not happy, Roman will never give in though

-Things don’t usually go to wrong in terms of cooking skill, but when they do, they go WRONG. There’s fire, burning, and a lot of yelling. Strangely if this happens, it just makes both of them more competitive, like they’re trying to prove something to the other and they end up with their best dish

-Despite the arguments, taunts and occasionally screaming, both take good care of each other, knowing how crushing failure is

Logince

-Now this is a force to be reckoned with

-There is almost always constant bickering, arguing, yelling, fire, destruction. Honestly they nearly burned down the entire HQ once

-Despite this they have such a strong connection and NEVER put out a bad dish

-They have the time management, even through Roman’s antics Logan has got everything planned out. He argues with Roman recklessness just for the sake of arguing at this point, he’s already providing Princey with all he needs.

-They have the skill and technique down. They have the creativity and sophistication nailed. It’s actually a wonder how the kitchen ends up such a mess

-They work the best in their own madness and chaos, if you looked at the plate you would never guess that a camera man nearly got burnt to death while filming it get made

-No one understands how these two manage it

-At judging of every round, Roman will always stand with his arm around Logan’s shoulders and Logan will always lean into him. They’re like different people.

Moxiety

-Honestly what more can I say than pure

-It’s literally the fluffiest thing. If Virgil messes up Patton is so kind and loving and reassuring and Virgil can just breathe and think through how to fix it

-If Patton messes up, Virgil just pauses for a second, and asks Patton of _____ will work? Which of course, it does

-If Virgil makes a sarcastic comment then Patton will scold him for it and it’s hilarious

-Virgil also manages to balance out Patton’s dishes really well, so dessert doesn’t end up too sweet. They make flawless desserts

Rose Red

Summary: Roman finds out that Logan is color blind and decides to do something about it…

Ships: Def a lot of Logince. It can be seen as platonic or romantic, whatever you prefer.

Warnings: Nothing really, it’s mostly sappy and a bit of fluff. (Although there are a few curse words if you’re sensitive to that kind of language) I will admit that I don’t know much about color blindness so forgive me if the fic is a bit inaccurate. In fact, if you see something that’s inaccurate please feel free to tell me, I’d love to learn more about the subject to improve my writing so I don’t repeat my mistakes in future writings.

Word Count: 1764

(So this prompt was created by @untrustworthyglitch and I thought it was super AHH so I decided to write it :3) (another p.s. I’m kind of new at writing fics so SORRY IF IT’S NOT THAT GREAT I REALLY TRIED ;-;)

It was a typical Saturday for Logan. He woke up to the smell of Patton’s cooking and took a seat at the table across from Virgil and Roman. Patton, was, of course, cooking breakfast in the kitchen; Roman was fixated on his phone (taking an endless amount of selfies), and Virgil was hunched over in his chair playing on his 3ds. It was just an ordinary day like any other until…

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I just wanted to share this with you.

I have this au where Roman is a dragon.

He’s this dragon that attacks this neighboring kingdom because they’ve been ‘attacking his kingdom’(meaning he’s pretty much just claimed this land as his and gets upset when people are like, hey that’s not yours’)

Basically though, he sees Logan, the king of said kingdom and just like grabs him “Your mine.” because Logan is pretty and Roman’s like oh heck I'mma marry that despite the fact Logan keeps sassing him and saying no to the vows but like, they’ll work on that.

Just like, yoink! This is mine now bye

- a very tired Miranda.

Roman: [walking around shirtless]

Virgil: Nobody wants to see that!

Patton: [not looking up from his phone] Logan does

Logan: [blushes]

for science 🔬

- how about logan with lipstick?

ive seen Cat!Virgil around and that’s all good and dandy, but i raise you, Cat!Logan  ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

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Hey uh I haven’t posted in a hot minute, so here’s a Logince doodle featuring the boys from an au I have with @lestroodledoodles Enjoy ☆

An idea: Logan sitting in the morning sunlight, probably drinking coffee, looking ethereal and gorgeous and the other’s all stopping dead in their tracks when entering the room as if they’re just realising how pretty Logan actually is.

This ship is just loads and loads of them being fabulous. Logince as requested by @orderly-opaline (I hope this is satisfactory) Tag list: @the-incedible-sulk @jynxlovesluck @iassureyouicannotwrite @dreams-palette

Logan: I am a failure. A disappointment to my name. My dreams and ambitions have been crushed, much like my previously dwindling will to live. My existence means nothing henceforth. The universe is burdened by my presence. I await Death.

Roman: WHAT?!

Virgil: He got a 98 on his math test

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

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

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]

I wish to contribute to the logince community again!!!

I wanted to do a redraw of an older Logince drawing I did a while ago! I have to say I’m a little proud of the results uwu

Time taken: 3 hours?

Hope you enjoy!

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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Logan is a cruel sort of beautiful. Captivating. Gorgeous. Talkative. Intelligent. He smooths his collar too many times to be considered appropriate. He laughs at jokes you know he doesn’t understand. He makes jokes and the room goes quiet but you laugh so maybe his smile will come back on.

Logan’s gorgeous when he smiles. His eyes shine and the corners of his mouth upturn into something smug, something secretive, and something cocky and delicious. You wonder, late at night, holding onto your pillows, how his smile would feel against your lips if you were to make him laugh mid-kiss.

But Logan is a cruel sort of beautiful in that he’s in another galaxy. He’s another dimension of colour- one with darker palletes, softer voices, quiet typing, and words you cannot begin to comprehend. He’s complex reasoning that goes over your head, 9-5s, and staying home to grade papers. 

God, you wish that wasn’t so alluring. The crackle of a fireplace and gentleness of podcasts floating through his parent’s living room as he taps on a keyboard, eyes fluttering closed with a sleepiness so soft and lovely, you want to bottle it up and gift it to him every Christmas. 

Logan’s the play-it-safe-but-not-unreasonably-so kind of guy. You’re the rush-into-danger-with-your-eyes-closed-and-hands-tied kind of guy. These worlds do not collide. They are separate divine forces of nature that cannot work together. 

Then it’s five in the morning, you’re awake, staring at the fireplace. Holding coffee in your hands, bringing it up to your lips to take a sip. The room’s gone cold. Logan’s laptop sits across from you, cast aside by its owner for the sake of sleep. Logan himself sleeps soundly, smushed into a pillow, glasses on the floor. 

He mumbles something in his sleep about caramel and oxymorons. Then he awakes all at once and asks what you’re doing. You tell him you cannot sleep. He grumbles something and sets aside his glasses. Then, he lays on your lap like a pillow and tells you to rest. 

Throwing your head back against the back of the couch, you curse out the universe for dropping diamonds into your lap and then telling you that you will never be worthy to touch them.

-Christmas Vacation. 

Finished my Logince comic!! (Aka Roman finding more ways to fluster Logan)

So honestly I’m really beginning to feel this ship rn?? Moxiety and LAMP may be my top ships but Logince and the possible depth of it is honestly creeping up on me! -💛

Soooo, gonna tag the people who wanted to see this and then (hopefully) reblog with my normal taglist: @poisonedapples @randomslasher @jlyk-im-kinda-crazy-so @punch-you-with-friendship @alexsblogthings @the-prince-and-the-emo

Comic strip based on this text post!

drained of blood, the heart is white

Don’t act like pidge is not the favorite

from youtube !!

spideyjere for the soul

Maybe call the cops? I mean I know the story seems implausible but you've got a bunch of very credible doctors right there, eye witnesses.

“I’ve been on the phone with a 911 operator since the mirror broke. They’re downstairs trying to overwrite the security system.” Jenna says quickly, her arm firmly around Christine.

“The reception is getting screwed too, Michael’s squip is taking over everything-” Christine is interrupted by a loud, horrible sounding scream.

Michael’s scream alerts half the floor. His squip is running contentious shocks through him as a attempt to stop the glass in his hand from moving to his neck. In the process of charging Michael with so much electricity, a fire is started when Michael backs against the metal support bar, that on the inside of the wall, is touching cables to the light switch.

A fuse blows out, the bathroom fills with smoke. Michael is once again, in the bathroom by himself.