Who? What? I Don’t Know What You’re Talking About.

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]

Commission for @tomasyri , Trerbros, Boyf Riends, and their character, Toma! Thank you so much for commissioning me!!!

(Please don’t use any of these unless you’ve been given permission to by the commissioner!)

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. 

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!

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.

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 ☆

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

Soulmates

(A/N: Hey guys! This is just a soulmate AU, basically, when you first set eyes on your soulmate, you get a tattoo on your wrist that says what they first thought of you when they saw you. Does that make sense? You’ll get it eventually, anyways, enjoy :D)

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Tony Stark walked into his nearest coffee shop, yes he had his own premium coffee machine at home, but he just wanted too get out of the house. He was having trouble concentrating and Peter not being around made the tower so quiet and boring.

he walked in and ordered.

“Just an americano, thanks” the billionaire said as he placed his order, he saw the server look up in shock at them realising who he was, just slowly nodding whilst still writing down the order and then ran off too the back, possibly to go and tell everyone ‘Iron Man was it their coffee shop!’

He laughed at the image of it and then went and sat at a table near a window.

Meanwhile, Stephan Strange, a sorcerer, was walking down the road in his robes and cloak and all, tired and exhausted from teaching students at Kamar-Taj all day, he just wanted a coffee.

Walking by a window that belonged too his favourite coffee shop, he looked inside and saw a stunning man, studying his face, he could see just from his profile that he was real eye candy, he had a similar beard, brown eyes, brown hair and a small nose. The only words that came to Stranges’ mind: “fucking beautiful.”

A gasp escaped the shorter males mouth after a long gulp of coffee, he felt a sharp stabbing pain on his wrist and looked down immediately. He blinked in disbelief, mouth agape, reading the same words again and again: “fucking beautiful.”

Tony turned around wildly, setting his cup down on the table, looking around the small building, trying to find someone looking at him. Finally, he looked out the window behind him and saw a taller and attractive looking man looking at him, head slightly tilted, almost as if he was studying him; that sounds creepy, but the richer of the two just found it romantic (but him being his soulmate probably helped)

“Well.” Thought Tony: “if he is my soulmate, I’m lucky as hell.”

It was at that moment he realised he maybe just etched those words permanently on the handsome man ahead of him. “Shit.” He said aloud

“Shit, oh my god, he probably thinks I’m so cheesy, oh my god what do I do?!” He thought, probably looking and sounding like an anxious female teenager.

That was when the sorcerer felt the same stabbing the other had on his wrist, looking down, handling the pain slightly worse due too his multiple surgeries on his hands, and seeing the words. “If he’s my soulmate, I’m lucky as hell.” He stared at the words for a second and then looked at the other, seeing him looking at him too, biting his lip in worry.

Stephen smiled slightly, took a deep breath and walked in, ready too meet his lifelong partner.

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A/N: So guys, I hope you liked that! I have loads of other soulmate ideas which I plan too use (that I found on this website) so please tell me if you like this so I know too write more! Anyway, bye.

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

Chocolate milk

So in like 3rd grade, I was at lunch and this girl takes a carton of chocolate milk and shakes it vigorously for a solid 5 minutes, she then proceeds to open it and the milk explodes out and somehow hits the ceiling. As far as I know, milk shouldn’t do that, science side of tumblr explain.