so here is some logan because we all need more logan

Wait For Me To Come Home - Sebastian x Reader - One Shot

Originally posted by mebeingbored1

A/N - Got myself into the little sebby family mood again. Featuring Isabella as always aha.

Sebastian x Reader - You are completely secure in your relationship with Sebastian, until you start reading some articles that make you doubt yourself. Sebastian gets rid of your insecurities by helping you relive some of your memories together.

Warnings: Fluff and angst  - It’s a long one.

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some thoughts on rory and logan in the revival, since i am forever confused and emotionally anguished about that whole ish, but in a way where i simultaneously find the writing oddly exquisite because if nothing, at least the revival seems to have clearly decided that logan is rory’s The One, but rory just can’t have nice things because [footage not found, who knows what asp was thinking there]??:

on one level they’re clinging to each other because they are each other’s strongest memory of being young and fancy free and defiant and full of possibility. their relationship represented a time in their lives when they were free, and taught each other how to be freer; they both gave each other the courage to be bold and try new things and cast off the familial obligations and expectations that shackled them, and i think when we meet them again in the revival, they miss that desperately, especially considering where they are now in their lives.

logan is the heir to the family business, the exact future he dreaded; his engagement is an extension of that dutifulness. rory is failing at the one thing she has always based her future, her whole identity, her value around.

i think neither of them like themselves very much when we meet them again in the revival, and so they don’t feel worthy of being together in a real, ‘take a chance on me’ kind of way. instead, they’re being shady assholes about it. but what they do still really like is each other.

and it’s obvious from the way they act with each other that this isn’t a no-strings-attached hookup situation. they talk about drycleaning and work; logan gives rory thoughtful feedback on her work prospects; they go out to lunch together to talk about their days; rory keeps boxes at logan’s place. calling logan when she’s upset is a reflex for rory, and as soon as she calls, logan says, ‘talk to me, i’m here.’ they are acting like married people, not hookup buddies.

but neither of them can admit it. because logan is stuck in the dynastic plan, and rory is determined to be rootless, because if she’s being rootless it means she hasn’t failed, and she cannot admit that the only roots she’s put down tie her to a person instead of the career she has always aspired toward. i think that logan is way more consciously willing than rory is to throw it all away and get back together, but rory won’t, can’t go there, because she’s failed and this isn’t where she was supposed to be and maybe she doesn’t want it to seem like she’s falling back into his arms out of necessity because she can’t take care of herself.

and so they have this grand goodbye that is a testament to their wild happy youth together, and they’re so sad to part at the end of it, but they both feel that they’ve wandered so far away from the people that they were when they were together that there’s nothing holding the current versions of themselves together.

they’re on such separate paths (and have failed their young selves so severely) that they feel like there’s no way to navigate their way toward what they each secretly want, which is to be together as adults, to be moving into the future together instead of clinging to the past together.

and then rory finds out that she’s pregnant, and obviously logan is the father. the universe handing them a future.

and i would just love it if the revival had gone on for, oh, i dunno, twenty more minutes. and we could see emily at luke and lorelai’s formal wedding (walking lorelai down the aisle! this will be forever canon to me!), and the whole town gathering together for one last celebration, and rory deciding to tell logan about her pregnancy because hey, actually, history doesn’t have to repeat itself. and you know logan wouldn’t hesitate, because all he needed was for her to say the word.

sure, we wouldn’t have the same final four words (what … a shame … ?), but we could have a sure, happy, hopeful ending for rory, where she’s figuring out where she wants to take her career, but at least she’ll have the person she loves by her side.

(hypothetical new final four words: lorelai, rory, and emily are hanging out together on the couch in the gilmore-danes living room in their pajamas, picking at leftover wedding cake. the final four words are lorelai’s epiphany. “i’m the grandma now.” rory smiles, tickled. lorelai balks, for comedic effect [or IS it?]. the camera lingers for a moment on a shot of our three gilmore girls, just as emily begins to smirk the world’s queenliest and most satisfied smirk. cut to black, THE END.)

The right thing

(A/N): I’m so sorry this has taken me so long to get to, I really hope you like it!

Request: ok, i’ve thought about it long and hard (not really) and i think i’d like an old man logan request, if you even do that, lol. he sees me on the side of the road in the freezing canadian cold, and decides to do the right thing and drive me to wherever he resides, but he’s a bit hesitant on getting acquainted at first, being the grumpy old coot he is. then, at his place, after getting comfy, we both decide that we might get along and i fall asleep. ya know, just some fluffy shturf. ;3

Warnings: none?

Tags: @mcuimxgine, @ifoundlove-x0vanessa0x, @saradi1018, @holland-toms, @superwholockian309, @fly-f0rever, @capbuckthor, @rainbeauxbread

Originally posted by dailymarvelheroes

   Logan gripped the wheel of his car so tightly that his knuckle were white. He could feel the thrum of the engine running through his fingers, into the Adamantium of his bones. 

   The snow outside his window blurred everything in sight, making it nearly impossible to drive and yet he was doing it. With a sigh he reaches over and grabs a cigar, lighting it quickly before taking a long drag from it and that’s when it caught his eye, a long figure standing on the side of the road but before he could even stop to think about his car had passed by them, the snow quickly obscuring their form.

    Logan blinked, attempting to convince himself that what he saw he did not see, there was no way someone was out here in the frigid cold. Rolling his shoulders back he kept on driving but a certain nagging feeling told him to turn around, check it out just to see if his eyes were playing tricks on him. 

  “Damn it,” He mutters through his cigar as he swerves the car around, driving most likely into traffic (if there was any). His eyes thoroughly scanned the the sidewalk, searching for the figure. His gaze locks on the same long figure, standing on the side of the road shivering madly. With not so great parking skills Logan pulls up to the snowy bank, hoping out of his car as soon as he turned the engine off. 

   “Any reason you’re out here in the cold kid?” He asks through his cigar, his voice only a tiny bit muffled. The being turns to look at him, their eyes downcast as they rub at their arm, most likely trying to get some feeling back in them. 

   “I’m waiting,” 

   “What for?” 

   “Someone,” The figure mutters, sniffling a bit. Logan sighs, stuffing his hands into his pocket. 

   “You’re gonna freeze out here,” 

   “Good.” Logan looks at them through squinted eyes, little puffs of smoke billowing from his mouth. 

   “Get in the car,” He mutters, giving them no room to argue. 

   “What?” The figure looks up, looking at Logan incredulously. 

   “I said get in the car, I don’t want you freezing to death,” 

   “Why do you care?”

   “Believe it or not the idea of some kid freezing to death on the side of the road isn’t really a pleasant one, now get in the car,” 

   “How do I know you’re not gonna rape me or something?” Logan looks nearly offended at their words, how dare they accuse him of such a thing? Wrinkling his nose in disgust he turns away, reaching up to grab his cigar. 

   “I’m not gonna hurt ya but if you don’t want to tag along I’ll let you die out here,” Logan walks to his car, ignoring his gut feeling telling him to turn around and demand that however this was get in with him. He took a few steps towards the car, reaching for his keys when he stopped- the figure speaking up finally. 

   “Where are you going to take me?” Logan smiles just a bit, turning to cast the figure with a side glance. “I know a place for you,” The figure nods numbly as they skirt around Logan’s car, violently shivering as they walked towards the passenger door. 

   Logan gave them a good long look, staring at their frozen eyelashes and nearly purple lips; how long had this kid been out here? Shaking off his worry Logan unlocked the car, hoping in and starting the ignition. The figure sighed in relief as they placed their hands to the barely working AC vents which at the moment were spitting out little bits of heat. Logan eyed them once more, the permanent goosebumps on their skin, the way their nails were nearly black from the cold. 

  “Shit kid,” Logan muttered as he took of his coat, thrusting into the figure’s lap. “Put that on, you’re gonna freeze if you don’t,” The figure shakily slips the jacket on, pulling it around their body tightly. 

   “Please tell me wherever we’re going is warmer than this?” Logan starts up the car, not even looking behind him or ahead of him as he turned around once again. 

   “Yeah…yeah it is,” Logan rubs a hand down his face, stopping just above his lips. With an exasperated sigh he plucked out his cigar and smashed it into his ashtray, letting out the last few puffs of smoke from his mouth. “You got a name kid?” The figure shivers, nodding their head as they do. 

   “It’s (Y/N),” Logan nods his head, casting (Y/N) a side glance. 

   “Well (Y/N), I’m Logan,”

   “Just take the goddamn blanket (Y/N),” Logan muttered as he thrust another blanket at the still shivering kid on his couch. 

   “Logan, I already have like,” (Y/N) pauses to count the amount of layers they were wearing, excluding one of Logan’s flannels since the outfit they had been previously wearing was tainted by the cold snow. “4 blankets,” 

   “You need another one,” 


   “(Y/N).” Logan growls, shoving the blanket towards them again. (Y/N) grumbles as they take the blanket, wrapping it around their other layers securely. With a pleased sigh Logan slumps down onto the couch, a few feet away from (Y/N). 

   “So, this is where you live?” 

  “Yeah,” Logan rasps, looking at his makeshift little home. “It’s the best I’ve got right now,” (Y/N) nods, humming as they look around. 

   “It’s…quaint?” Logan chuckles, sliding a hand down his exhausted face. 

  “You don’t have to lie to me kid, I know it’s bad,” (Y/N) smiles softly, chuckling just a bit. 

   “Okay, yeah, it’s bad,” Logan smiles, blinking lazily at his home. “Why is this…why is this the best you can afford?” 

   “It’s not easy to get a nice home when you’re being hunted,” (Y/N) looks at him, alarm flashing through their features. 

   “Wh-What do you mean?” (Y/N) asks, quivering for other reasons now. 

   “You ever heard of mutants?” (Y/N) nods their head, their gaze never leaving Logan once. “Well, we’re kinda going extinct, I’m one of the last ones,” Logan mutters, looking over his scarred hands indifferently. 

   “I uh- I don’t think you’re one of the last ones,” (Y/N) whispers, their gaze falling to their lap. 

  “Kid, I’m pretty damn sure I know that I’m one of the last ones-” Logan pauses when he looks around, a good chunk of his home items floating in the air, suspended their by some force. He looks to (Y/N) with a rather surprised gaze, his eyes glued to the way they titled their head, the objects in the room mocking the same power. “You’re one of us,” Logan mutters, his tone a lot softer than it had previously been. Slowly all the objects in the room float back down, settling into their respective places neatly. 

   “I was on the side of the road because I was running,” (Y/N) whispers, pulling their blankets around themself tighter. “Guess we’re kinda in the same boat,” Logan nods, pursing his lips in thought. 

  “I’ll be damned, I guess we are,” (Y/N) smiles a bit, one corner of their mouth twitching upwards just a bit. 

   “So…what do we do from here?” 

   “You’re gonna warm up and sleep, god knows you need it-” 

   “And then?” 

   “And then we’ll lay low, figure everything out as we go,” (Y/N) nods, their own lips pursing in thought. “But for now you definitely need some sleep,” (Y/N) nods, yawning at Logan’s words. They hadn’t realized just how tired they were until Logan had mentioned it. Now that he had they could barely keep their eyes open, every so often their eyes would flutter close only to flutter back open. (Y/N) tilts themself to the side, resting their head against Logan’s shoulder. They yawn again, closing their eyes for good now as they settle in against him, his warmth only adding to their slowly reviving limbs. 

   “G’night Logan,” (Y/N) whispers, ignoring the way Logan tensed under their touch. Logan looks at them for a minute before hesitantly reaching out to brush some hair out of their face, a small albeit affectionate gesture. Logan had only known this kid for a day and his mama bear genes were already kicking in, making him vow to protect this life with everything he had, almost what he felt with Rouge and Laura. With a soft, almost alien like smile Logan settled into the couch, making sure (Y/N) stayed tucked against his side either way. 

   “Good night (Y/N),” 

Eyeshadow Part 1

A/N: So now I’m writing a thing for this too apparently. I hope people like it. I didn’t plan for angst and it’s not too intense but there are some feels later, not really in this part though.

Pairings: Prinxiety, background Logicality.

In a desperate attempt to get attention so this doesn’t totally flop: @prinxietys (sorry you’re great please Validate Me™)

“Hey Anxiety, if you HAD to have a new years resolution, what would it be?”

“Probably to find darker eyeshadow to better match my soul.”

“You, are an emo nightmare.”

“Thank you.”

It had been months and Roman couldn’t figure out why the exchange was still going around and around in his head.

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BuckyNat:  The name of the Rose

Name of the Rose highlights everything that is good in the Buckynat relationship honestly.

First we’ve got them out on a date… which, BTW I didn’t include the panels here, but he’s not really comfortable here and she tells him why he’s over thinking and worrying needlessly about it.  And then we have this gem.  After she deals with a man who has been beating his wife and comes back to the table, he calls her on it.  He knows exactly what she was up to.

Minutes before she is attacked, she’s obviously on the way home judging by her phone call here.  He thinks enough of her to be waiting up even though he doesn’t know where she’s been or what she’s been up to (Smart man).  She handles the initial attack while on the phone with him and him none the wiser (Which I will show in a later post).  But he’s waiting on her and she’s on her way home.  To him.

After she’s attacked and undergone surgery, which BTW she was completely awake and alert for with no pain control (This is gonna pop up later, when I post about what a fucking bad ass Nat is), but he’s completely panicked about her and it takes both Logan and Tony to hold him back.  He’s also unamused by the situation itself and lashes out at both of them.

When she’s out of surgery, he is by her side.  She’s obviously told them she was awake for the whole thing because you can see Tony commenting on it.

So no one else has really been able to track her down, though the government, who sanctioned the attack on her BTW is looking, Bucky finds her.  She’s surprised, he tells her she shouldn’t be.  And she tells him he’s a good person.  He blows it off, as he usually does, but when he dos it points out she is the only one that understands all the reasons he’s not.

I’d also like to point out that he’s not the least bit judgmental here despite all the shit he’s been hearing.  He, at no point, has lost faith in her.

She convinces him she’s got it under control and they have some smoochies.  LOL But not before he calls her on the BS.  All the cops swarming around has something to do with her and he damn well knows it.  But doesn’t interfere because she wouldn’t appreciate it.

So we finally get to the crux of who is behind the situation and she handles it with her usual grace and aplomb.  Or does until he starts talking about Bucky.  At that point she looses her temper and pretty much launches on him.  

Meanwhile Bucky is actually there to arrest her at behest of the government, but it’s pretty much a carefully orchestrated plan to get what she wants.  (more on this in my Nat is a bad ass post that’s coming)

So Natasha gets what she wants and Logan and Bucky are there for the rescue… a bit late, but there.  (And honestly, the Old man, weak bladder line is one of my hands down favorite interactions between Logan and Nat).  And hey, she hasn’t seen him in a day or two, so if he wants to watch her get dressed, it’s cool.  (Neither one of them bats an eye when Logan smarts off either)

And even though she has cleared her name in the eyes of the government, she needs to take care of the asshat who set this whole thing up.  So, off she goes again and Bucky is a smart enough man to let her do what she needs to do.

And when things are coming to a close, she gets in touch with him and assures him she’ll be careful (She also told him she’d be home by the end of the week but this post is already long as hell by now)

So yeah, while they don’t share so many pages together in the book, what they have is quality for sure.  Unlike that hot mess Samnee put together on page that people are fawning all over.  Fucker stole his mini-me line as well BTW.

Stress Relief part 2 - Wolverine x Reader (NSFW SMUT)

So many people asked for more Wolverine smut…So, here we go. Very NSFW. Really. Shameless smut (with some gif, which do not belong to me by the way). Because self-control is for weak people…wait…hum…Whatever. 

Summary : Last time, you helped your Wolverine relax…this time, he helps YOU. And you couldn’t be happier. 

Part 1


It had been a while since you had a week as bad as the one you just had. 

Your students, maybe because they felt like the summer vacations were very close, were just being so difficult, so much that at each end of the class you were just exhausted both mentally and physically. 

If that wasn’t enough, you had tons of paperworks to take care of because you promised Storm you’d help her with it. You probably made at least 100 new student files, as the school really started to grow and more kids came in every day. You fucking hated paperworks…You cursed yourself for even asking Ororo if she needed help. She was your best friend, and was co-headmaster with Logan…You saw what being headmaster did to Logan, how it took a toll on his mind, mood etc etc, and just had to try to help them. Still. Fuck paperworks. 

You also were in charge of recruiting new teachers, and that was another pain in the ass, because damn some of them were perfect idiots. You had to throw some out of the school once you realized they were just journalists, looking for a new scandal article to make about a “school full of dangerous mutants”. Assholes. 

Oh, and of course, you also asked Kurt and Hank if they needed help, and of course…They did. 

You were starting to slowly realize that maybe, by wanting to help your friends so much, wanting to make things easier for them, you made your already busy life an impossible schedule to manage. Needless to say, you were overdosing on work, and you felt like you were very close from having a burn out. 

Making everything worst, Logan had been gone all week, having important things to do in Japan. He wanted you to come, but you stupidly refused, because you didn’t want to leave your students alone, as they often came to you to talk and such…and how did the brats repaid you ? By being impossible. Erf. 

So here you were, a bit depressed, stressed, and exhausted, laying in your bed, wishing your boyfriend would be with you. You guys weren’t really clingy, but sometimes, you just needed each other. Like now, in your case.  Your only confort was his smell lingering in your shared bedroom. 

Wearing only one of his flannel shirt, you started to feel your thoughts drifting away as you slowly fell in a well deserved slumber. You just wanted Logan to come home, but he wouldn’t until another week…


Surprise, Logan came home early. His business took less time than anticipated. You didn’t notice at all though…When he entered your shared bedroom, he found you lying across the bed, clinging to his pillow, your face buried in it. You didn’t react at all at his entrance or when he threw his heavy travelling bag on the floor. And when he softly caressed your cheek, you didn’t move, a sure sign you were very tired. Usually, the slightest shift in the bed, the smallest touch or noise, would wake you up in an instant. You were a light sleeper…

You always moved a lot in your sleep (you kicked him more than he could count), and the blanket you were initially under was now pooling at your feet. The flannel shirt you stole from Logan was up to your waist, and he couldn’t help but give an appreciative look to your bare ass.  He ran a calloused hand from your neck to your lower back, gently…You didn’t stir at all and he decided not to wake you up. Planting a loving kiss on your forehead, he went to the bathroom to take a shower. 

After a few minutes the sound of the water finally woke you up. You sat up immediately, who was taking a shower in your bathroom ?! And then you saw Logan’s bag. He was home. He. Was. Home ! 

You stood up so fast that you felt a bit dizzy, and were running to the bathroom door when he opened it and you slammed into him violently. His indestructible adamantium laced bones almost knocked you out. Running into the Wolverine was like running into a concrete wall. He caught you before you fell on the floor, and the towel he had around his waist fell off.

-Wow (Y/N), careful sweetheart. 

Your mind was a bit hazed and you almost didn’t feel him lift you up to carry you to the bed. It took you a few minutes to regain your senses. You wrapped your arms around his torso, and rested your head on his strong pecs. He tangled a hand in your hair, caressing them tenderly, the other hand going to the small of your back. 

-Are you ok ? I’m sorry babe I didn’t…

He froze. You were crying. Did he hurt you that much ? He saw you cry only once or twice before, and you didn’t really had the easiest life ever…You pulled him closer to you, nuzzling his chest, and he realized that you weren’t crying because you bumped into him…

-What is it love ?

It took you another few minutes to hold your tears and answer. 

-I’m just so done with this week…

-What happened  ? Who’s ass do I have to kick ? 

He felt you smile on his naked chest, and his arms tightened a bit more around you. 

-So many people Logan, so many people. It has just been kind of a shitty week…I should have gone with you to Japan. Everyone was so annoying and…

His hand were running up and down your back in soothing gestures. He let you rant for almost an hour, and you realized it was exactly what you needed, just complaining. You rarely did. And you really, REALLY needed it…So much that, even after a week apart, you didn’t take notice that Logan was completely naked in front of you. Usually, you’d have jump on each other instantly…That and the fact that you were sleeping like a log made him understand that you really weren’t alright. 

So he let you talk, and listened, because he knew how important mental health was, how sometimes you could go crazy if you didn’t let your emotions out…when you finished ranting, you pulled away from him. 

You realized you might have bored him with your petty problems, but when you looked up at him, all you saw in his eyes was love and empathy. It made your heart beat faster. Thanks to his enhanced senses, he could hear your heart running wild, and he smiled to you. Of that smile that made you wanna melt  in his arms. 

-You know what’s the problem (Y/N) ? 

-No, but something’s telling me you’re gonna tell me ? 

-You help others too much. Don’t get me wrong, it’s great, you’re great. That’s why we all ask for your help, we know you get our backs…but the thing is, we don’t have yours that much. We always assume your fine because you’re just…You. Bubbly, smiley, nice. Hiding yourself behind witty and sarcastic comments when you’re not alright, so we’re distracted by that and don’t press on asking how you are…

Damn that man. He knew you too well. You smiled weakly at him, and he bent down. At first you thought he was going to kiss you, and you closed your eyes, but he went to your ear and sensually whispered : 

-Let me make it up to you sweetheart. Show you how much I appreciate what you do for all of us, show you how much I fucking love you. 

As he said that, one of his hand sneakily crept under the shirt you were wearing…

He ran his fingers on your thigh, and you felt a wave of fire swarming your sex. 


-I’m here. For you. Always. 

You pulled him down for the most erotic and heated make-out session you two ever had. And you were usually already pretty good on the “erotic and heated make-out session”’s scale…

With his free hand, Logan took your shirt off, and started to plant kisses, to bite, lick and suck on every single inch of your skin, making sure to leave marks for his personal enjoyment later. He loved looking at his handy work…His other hand was running up and down your slit, rubbing your sex gently. 

One of your hand tangled in his hair while the other one bring his face back to you, and kissed him some more. You licked his bottom lips and he understood, letting his tongue invade your mouth. He was massaging your tongue with his, and you swallowed each other’s moans. He bit a bit harshly on your lower lip, and you answered by pulling his hair. 

Logan’s motto was “a little foreplay goes a long way”, and no matter how much he wanted to be inside you, he always took his time. Like right now, if it was only up to him, after a week of only touching himself thinking of you, he’d just take you right away, without thinking much about it…but tonight was about you.

And so he left your mouth, and you groaned in disapproval. How dare he go away…you quickly changed your mind though, as he left a hot and wet trail with his mouth from your jaw, stopping at your breast because he just fucking loved to play with them (you loved it even more), and slowly but surely, getting down to where you wanted him to be. 

After a few kisses to your inner thighs, and without any other preamble, he nuzzled your now very wet cunt. He hungrily lapped at hit, and didn’t waste a second before delving his tongue in it, playing with your inner thing. The damn man knew you too well. Knew every little details of what you liked, how and where you liked it…and he found your G-Spot rapidly as he slipped a hand under one of your thigh to raise it on his shoulder, the other hand drawing soft circle around your clit. He flicked his tongue expertly, and you bucked into his face. You wanted to apologize, but he made you cry out by burying his face even deeper in your sex. You felt his nose rub against your clit, as his fingers still teased it. 

It didn’t take long for you to come, hard. Into his mouth. A shattering orgasm shaking your entire body. He didn’t stop licking and sucking on you until you were almost still again, and he crept back up, towering over you, his elbows on each side of your face. 

You could feel his hard cock on your thigh, and you made a move to grab it, to turn Logan around and give back to him…But he stopped you. 

-No, it’s all about you tonight. 


-No. Only you baby girl, I have to insist. 

And on that note, he went down to kiss you some more. You felt his body being softer than usual…Usually, he’d be all strong muscles and controlling, but tonight…You decided to test your hypothesis. You were right. You pushed him off of you, and, without resisting one bit, he let you climb on him. 

-Oh, so I can do whatever I want eh ? 

-I told you (Y/N), it’s all for you. You decide. 

With a wicked smile that made him harder than ever, you made him sit with his back against the headboard, and climb sexily on him. 

-And what if pleasuring you is something I want ? 

He sighed. You were such a stubborn woman. But before he could say anything, you kept going…

-Listen, it’s also about me if I give you a blowjob you know. 

You could feel his cock twitch on your inner thigh. 

-Giving me pleasure gives you pleasure too right ? 


-Well then…

And just like he did, you slowly went down his body. Logan gripped the headboard with force, he decided he wasn’t going to put a hand in your hair, as he was afraid to be tempted to guide you. He was adamant on letting you take the lead tonight…

And the lead you took. You grabbed his shaft with deft fingers, and slightly brushed your thumb on the head, spreading the small beads of pre-cum that were on it. 

Making eye contact, which you knew he loved, you licked tentatively on his tip, and went all the way to his balls. He was holding his breath, swallowing down a particularly loud groan. Pulling his foreskin, you wrapped your lips around the head of his cock and sucked hardly. 

Hollowing your cheek, you took him in as far as you could, and swirled your tongue around his cock. What you couldn’t fit in, you stroked, putting the perfect pressure to make Logan squirmed under your touch. You thought the way he was trying not to buck into you, and to fuck your mouth mercilessly was…kinda cute. The man was trying with all his will, and it made you all warm and fuzzy. Your boyfriend wasn’t really a gentle man, but with you…with you it was just different. He showed a side he never showed to anyone before. 

His head hit back the headboard with a loud thud as you started playing with his balls, engulfing him in the warm heat of your mouth. 

He tried to pull you away as he felt he was going to cum, but you shoved his hands away, caressing his abs with love…and you swallowed everything, your plump and swollen red lips not letting a drop escape you. The sound he made while you wear sucking him definitely pleased you. Only you could make him whimper desperately like that, and only you could make him see stars and come that hard, a mix of curse words and your name on his lips. 

His eyes were closed, and his head was still tilted back on the headboard, as he dragged you up his body again. He was breathing heavily, and you gave him time to come back from the shockwave of his orgasm. As he felt you kiss his neck however, he opened his eyes, and the sight of you, naked, straddling him, was enough to make him hard again. 

You raised your hips, and he gave you a sloppy kiss as you simply sunk down onto him. The familiar sting of his cock stretching you made you wince a bit. He was biting your earlobe when you started to move, and he gasped loudly, putting instinctively his hands on your ass, caressing your back on the way.

He squeezed your butt cheek a bit harshly as you slammed down on him, and took a lazy slow pace, just appreciating his skin on yours. His hand went to your hips, helping you go up and down on him, and, imperceptibly, speeding the cadence a bit. You bit your lower lips as your tits bounce in front of his face, and gripped the headboard behind him. He grabbed a nipple in his mouth, and sucked on it as you were riding him, both of your thighs’ muscles working hard to pound in each others. 

-Oh God, yes, so fucking good (Y/N), so..aaah…mmm…

He started to meet your hips and thrust into you with expert movement. Burying himself inside you more and more each time. His hand caressed your back with all the love he could, digging his fingers in your side, not enough to inflict too much pain, but enough to leave marks of his fingers on your skin. 

-I want to feel your name burning in my skin for days. 

Your words drove him wild, and he flipped you on your back, not loosing the connection, pounding relentlessly inside you. His pace slowed a little however, to take your face in. As your legs wrapped around his waste, your feet pushing on his ass so he could sink himself all the way to the hilt in you, he couldn’t help but smile stupidly. You smiled back at him, and the room filled up with your mutual moans and groans, and words of praise for one another. 

He loved taking you like this, because he could just see your face expression. Your foreheads were touching tenderly, and you were swallowing each others’ breath in. He kissed you with love and awe, and you responded with an equal amount of worshipping. 

You always loved those moments when he made love to you…It was often like this. First, amazing foreplay, then, grinding into each other, snapping hips on hips, taking each other hard. Then slow, tender moments before…

-Harder. Please. 

And with one hard movement, he started to snap into you with passion. 

And you became a hot mess. Your fingers dug in his shoulders, nails scraping his back, mouth biting his collar bones, as he was shoving himself in you with vigor. He got on his knees, took your legs and put it on his shoulder, his hands on your waist, as he started to slam so hard inside you that the sound of skin slapping skin was becoming absolutely obscene, and almost as loud as your moans, groans, and dirty talk. The room was filled with “Jesus, don’t stop”, “You feel so good, OH MY GOD YOU’RE SO DAMN GOOD”, and other loving “if you stop I’ll kill you”. 

The Wolverine had the stamina of a horse, and always took you in as much position as he could. He flipped you around, and got you on your hands and knees, bending your head down into the mattress. He took a pillow to put under your belly so that you’d be steady, and again, pounded into you, this new angle hitting places he couldn’t reach before, and making you cry out even louder. Expertly, you rolled your hips back into his, and made him groan with force. 

At some point, the pleasure was so intense, that it became too much and you almost couldn’t register anymore what was going on. You faintly remember him standing up and pinning you against a wall, proceeding then to fuck you, or rather, to make love to you, on every single piece of furniture in your room. Sometimes it was slow and loving, others it was rough…and still loving. 

You reached a point where you couldn’t take it anymore, and he knew it. He took you back to your shared bed, and jackrabbited into you, making you scream his name at the top of your lungs. He wasn’t in a better position, he was very close too, and was starting to feel weak as he slid in and out of you repeatedly. One hand was in your hair, the other went down to your clit to rub it furiously. Your eyes rolled back in your skull, he was killing you. And soon enough…

Your orgasm racked threw you so violently that you dig your nails in his back so hard that you drew blood, his healing factor making everything disappear in an instant. Shame. 

You screamed in pleasure, and you were pretty sure you heard someone say : “Hey, Logan’s back” from the corridor outside your room…

He thrust into you threw your orgasm, and the way your tight heat clenched around him, and his hot seed soon filled you. He fell back on you, not pulling out, letting his weight on your body, knowing you liked the feeling of him on your body. You were caressing soothingly his hair and back, planting kisses at the top of his head as his face was resting in the valley of your tits, kissing weakly the skin there. 

You stayed like this for a long time, in a conformable silence, that he broke. 


-So what ? 

You asked mischievously as he raised his head. He gave you his trademark “I’m not amused” look, and you smiled. You kinda loved his gruff and broody side, and to his annoyance, you thought it was very cute when he got a bit like that with you. It was an entire part of his personality, and you loved all of him. 

-Did I…Help ? 

You looked away, acting as if you were embarrassed, and you felt him stiffen…But only for a seconds as your laugh made your chest vibrate, and resonated threw him. 

-Yes you idiot, you helped. Couldn’t you hear how much you helped ? I’m pretty sure I was…very loud. 

He smiled and was about to pull out of you, knowing that if he didn’t, he was soon going to get hard again, but you stopped it. 

-What ? Done helping already ? 

He looked at you, stunned. He was so sure you were exhausted. 

-Well, I mean…I thought you…

-Oh honey, I was just getting started. 

And with the sexiest wink you could make, you squeezed the muscle of your cunt, and the feeling made him gasp in pleasure. 

-Unless you can’t keep up…

He smiled slyly, oh he could keep up, he could keep aaaaaall night. 

-Darlin’, if that’s a challenge, you’re in for a treat. 

And indeed you were. That night, he definitely removed any remnant traces of stress from your being as he fucked you until the sun rose. 

You slept threw the next day, and he helped you some more the next night. You were so glad it was the week-end and you could just take two days for yourself and your Wolverine…If anyone could see you two, his reputation would be ruined, as it was all cheesy love declaration and fluff…You loved it. Not always, because if he was telling you “I love you” all the time, then the words would lost all meaning. But right now, you needed it, so much. And he knew. 

The damn man knew you too well…And it was great. 


On Monday, you felt so much better. Your students were suddenly nice again (thanks to Logan’s intervention…but that, you’ll never know). There was no more paperworks, finally. And everything felt back into places again…Your boyfriend was definitely a good stress relief. 

Fin, hope you liked it, sorry it was so long, I got carried away…

Styles & Co. - Part 11

Authors Note: Hey everyone! I am like swimming in my ideas and slowly drowning because I just don’t know which ideas to use and how to piece them together. Which is why it is taking me so long to get the chapters written. Again, I apologise for the dialogue. I can’t help it! Enjoy. Xx

You can find my Blurbs HERE and the other Chapters HERE

It has been a week since I first started working at Meyer Enterprise, being his assistant isn’t really that bad. I honestly thought it would be worse.

I have barely seen Harry, he hasn’t managed to come home for too long; I think the longest he was at the house was Sunday when he accidentally slept in. I haven’t really been too concerned about it, I am more concerned about the prenup we are yet to discuss and the fact that I am meant to go to New York with Logan next weekend. Logan said it had something to do with a charity event and clientele, I didn’t get the logistics of it. All I one-hundred percent know is that it will be three days in New York, two of those days strictly for business and the third a free day.

I step into the house and wander into the living room where I am surprised to view Harry.

“You finally decided to come home,” I comment with a raised brow, unsure of why he is home so early. It is eight at night and I wasn’t anticipating him to even think about leaving the office until at least two in the morning. He nods, his eyes dropping back to his laptop. I only assume he is working and going over a client’s portfolio for the night.

“I need to go to New York this weekend,” I inform him, not even bothering to ease him into the idea smoothly, either way, he is going to have his fit and make it known that he is more than likely against the idea. I know him far too well to even think for a second that he will be forthcoming and accepting of a business trip.  His eyes immediately gaze up at me with their dark silvery luminosity narrowing on me as he bites his tongue. He doesn’t say anything, he just continues to stare at me with a displeased look. “Are you going to say anything?” I question, his silence not settling well with me.

His silence is like the calm before the storm. You think everything is perfect and serene, no wind, no rain, a small ray of sunshine peeking through the eclipsed clouds, then abruptly it is a twister of a substantial downpour and tremendous winds with rolling thunder.

For a moment I think he is going to keep calm and collected, but he proves me wrong the moment he opens his mouth. “I think the fuck not.” He bluntly answers, shaking his head at me disapprovingly.

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Let Me (Old Man Logan x Reader)

Originally posted by dofp


Author’s Note: Ok so this is my first time writing something that I’ve posted so please give me feedback. Also I got this idea a few days ago and it just wouldn’t leave me. I’m not sure how I feel about it so I might write something else with the same-ish character and situation like a part 2 or something about life at the compound before this.

Summary: Set around 5-ish months before Logan. You live at the compound with Logan, Caliban, and Charles. You help the two mutants take care of Charles, and you have a history with Logan that tends to repeat itself.

Warning(s): Just some angst I guess, also Logan spoilers!!

Word Count: 1,360

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On a Really Basic Itty-Bitty Level

Fandom: Thomas Sanders/Sanders Sides

Pairing: Logicality/PTA Sanders (Logan-centric)

Summary: “ No matter how long you’ll live, you’ll never touch another human being.”  Based on @the-prince-and-the-emo‘s post, Logan struggles with the weight knowledge can bring, and Morality comforts him with his own weird perspective.

Warnings: angst (with a happy ending), existentialism(?), dubious science

Hi there! So this is my first Sander’s Sides fic, and the first thing I’ve written in like three months, lol. I’m trying to get back into it. I really hope you enjoy, let me know what you think and if i should write more :)

@sanders-sideblog​ asked me to tag, so here you go, thank you so much for the encouragement! I’m going to go ahead and tag @prinxietys​ and @dan-yuna​ because they’re also cool inspirational writers (hope you don’t mind) 

Now that that small novel is done, let’s get to the actual fic!

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It’s okay

hey wow would you look at that i actually finished the fic i’ve been talking about writing for like a week. not my best work ever, probably, but i’m fairly happy with it. 

i made that long-ass post about my autistic!logan headcanon a while back and i wanted to do something more with it, so, uh, this is it, i guess? warnings: sensory overload, internalized ableism (aka me projecting all my issues onto logan sorry buddy), anxiety (the feeling not the character).

also, i want to emphasize this, autism is a very diverse spectrum. not everyone with autism experiences it in the same way. this fic is based off of my personal experience. do not assume that all autistic people are like this.

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“The fuck are you wearing ?” - Wolverine x Reader

I saw a deleted scene from Reel Steel where Hugh Jackman is shirtless and then puts on a shirt, and besides the fact that he’s incredibly sexy, I couldn’t help but think…”What the fuck is he wearing ?” cause that shirt is…I don’t know I just find it funny. So…Here we go with a short and shitty Wolverine thing, because…Yeah. Boom, here, hope you’ll like it


It was still rather early in the morning when you felt Logan’s side of the bed shift, and you groan as he slipped the arm that was under your head away, and stood up. You slowly opened one eye. In the light of the rising sun, you could see his naked silhouette gathering some clothes from his wardrobe. Damn he looked good. You wanted him to come back to bed…

-Logan, honey, it’s like - you quickly looked at your alarm clock- 6 am…Oh my god it’s 6 fucking am ! It’s Sunday, and you’re up at 6 am. The Hell is wrong with you ? 

You heard him chuckle as he put on some boxers and pants. You gave him a disappointed pout, because you wanted to check him out some more, and he just smiled at you, giving you one of his sexy wink he reserved for you only.

-I promised Cap’ we’d go on a motorcycle ride today, road trip you know. So we can talk about old times and such. 

You rolled your eyes to the sky, but couldn’t help the smile creeping on your face. To the surprise of many, the Wolverine was actually a great friend. Once you went threw his layers of being a bit rough and broody and a “lone wolf”, he was great to be around. He was always there for his close one, and if someone needed him, wether it was to talk, get drunk, or just hang out…He was up for it. Still, you sometime had trouble sharing. 

-Alright old man, alright. Can’t you promise to do things in the afternoon though ? I was so up for a lazy morning full of sex…

-He wants to go to a place that is far, gotta leave early. 

-And you completely overlooked my comment about sex…

-Well, yeah, because if I don’t, I’m not gonna leave, and I promised. I try to keep my promises you know sweetheart…

You were now sitting on his side of the bed, your legs dangling on the edge, and he laid his hand on each side of your thighs, bending down to kiss you quickly…which turned into a passionate kiss as you grip the back of his neck and pulled him toward you. He almost lost his balance and collapse on you, but he escaped your grip. 

-I’m serious Y/N. Steve hasn’t felt great lately, he needs this trip. I’ll make it up to you tonight. 

-You better. 

With another wink, he grabbed a random shirt from his wardrobe and put it on…

You had a bad habit of stealing his clothes to sleep. Like right now, you were wearing one of his button up flannel shirt. It was just so comfy. But what he had on his back at this instant… Well that was definitely a shirt you will never stole from him.

-What the fuck are you wearing Lo’ ? 

-Whatever do you mean ? 

-Exactly what I just said, what is that ? Looks like you stole Fred Flintstones’ favorite shirt. It’s like…some sort of tank top mixed with a button up shirt…and it has…a tie attached to it…What is it ? Why are you wearing it ?

-It’s just a shirt…

-For real though, what the Hell…Why does it have a tie…Couldn’t it made its damn mind about what it is ? It can’t be more than one type of shirt at the same time ! 

-Y/N, it’s just a shirt. Get over it. 

-No, it’s the ugliest shirt I’ve ever seen. You can’t go out like this. 

-I was gonna put my leather jacket on it anyway. 

-Oh God, even worse. You know me Logan, I don’t really care about clothes and such…but…even I have my limits. that thing is an atrocity. Like it shouldn’t exist. 

-Don’t you think you’re over-doing it Y/N ? It’s not that bad.

-Oh trust me it is. Look at yourself in the mirror, for real, it’s so weird. 

He rolled his eyes and went to your shared bathroom to look at himself. There was a short silence before he came back.

-Alright, you’re right, it’s ugly as fuck. 

-Right ? A monstrosity ! We should burn it. 

He smiled and took it off. You gave his pecs and abs an appreciative look. The man was muscular, and you totally had a thing for his coarse  black chest hair. 

-I don’t even know where I got it, where it comes from. 

-Straight from Hell that’s where it comes from. Created by Satan himself for soulless rednecks ! 

-Ok, I know it’s ugly, but you’re really overreacting. You’re so dramatic.

-I’m so not. Just look at it. Even on you it doesn’t look good, and you can totally pull off anything, any look. Or so I thought. 

He picked up a plain black shirt and put it on, and smirked at you. 

-I look good in everything eh ? 

-Well, duh. You’re incredibly handsome buddy. Even the baggiest jeans make your ass look great. And I’ve seen you in terribly ugly leotard and still look sexy as fuck. 

He smiled and bend down to kiss you again, this time letting you slip your hand under his shirt and feel him a bit. He had to summon all of his will to pull away from you. 

-I think you look great in everything. You’re the one that’s beautiful. Especially when you’re wearing my clothes, turns me on every time. I’m not gonna lie, I have to resist a helluva lot not to tear your clothes away and take you right now…

-Oh yeah ? 

-Yeah, you look damn good in my shirt.  

-Well, in all of them…but the one made by Satan that you threw on the floor.

-Oh my God just let it go bub ! 

-I’ll let it go once it’ll be destroyed so that no one can witness what I just saw. I’ve seen some shit in my life, but that…

He smiled, and with a quick peck on your lips stood straight again. He picked the “shirt made by Satan” from the floor, and shoved it into his backpack. 

-I’ll ask Cap’ to help me destroy it. We never know, might be booby trapped by Lucifer, might need some back-up. 

-Oh good thinking babe, it could be. Be careful my love, and come back to me in one piece. Don’t let the shirt win. 

He laughed. A genuine huge thunderous laugh that resonated in your shared bedroom. Oh he loved you. You were the only one that could have made a scene like that about a simple shirt (mind you, it really was ugly), and not annoy him to Hell. On the contrary, he thought you and you’re antics were hilarious. Just when he thought he couldn’t love you more, you pulled this kind of things on him…You were too awesome, so much better than him and though he wasn’t a religious man, he often thanked God for the day he put you on his way. If you knew he was thinking that you were too good for him though, you’d probably have punch him. You hated when he talked like that, because he was as good to you as you were to him. There was no Y/N without Wolverine. And not a day passed without you thinking about how lucky you were too. 

He gave you one last kiss, and left, a huge smile on his lips. 

-Love you princess. 

-Love you too old man. 

You went back to sleep. You spent your day chilling with your best friend Storm, and telling the story of a shirt you were sure was cursed. She laughed so hard, you had a talent to make people laugh. You spent quite a pleasant day with your friends, though you were eagerly waiting for your man to return. 

Turned out, the shirt helped Captain America relax. Logan told him about what you said, and it made Steve Rogers laugh like never before…besides, he thought too that it was the ugliest thing he ever seen. When they took a break from their ride to eat something, they burned the shirt to a crisp, laughing about how they just saved humanity from it. It was a good day for both of you.

And even a better one when Logan came home to you, where you were waiting for him, naked, a look in your eyes that turned him into the most lustful man on Earth. Beautiful or not, the shirt he wore that day was tore to shred by your eagerness, and you forgot about everything as the two of you made passionate love to each other. Great fucking day indeed. 

Non-Fanders Key

Roman- Prince

Logan- Logic

(Anx- Anxiety)

(Mo- Morality)

Chapter One


“Anxiety! Your pizza is here!” Roman yelled from the first floor, Anxiety the side everyone hates, Roman, on the other hand, was a different story. He was the side everyone semi-loved, like a fluffy puppy with dirt and mud in his fur, “Anxiety!”

“Coming, my god!” Anxiety slammed open his door and stomped down the stairs to see Roman standing next to the front door with an irritated look on his face. The pizza was nowhere to be seen. “Where’s my pizza?” he asked irritated.

“We ate it,” Logan stated as he pushed up his glasses then crossed his arms.

“And why would you do that!?” this was the limit, first they don’t side with him in the ‘Am I Original?’ video now they eat his pizza.

“What’s wrong with you? You’ve been locked up in your room for at least 2 days not talking to anyone of us, it makes us worry. Even Thomas,” Roman’s eyes filled with sympathy that Anxiety didn’t like, he didn’t like his brothers having sympathy for him. Just because he’s anxiety, he doesn’t like people caring for him or worrying about him.

“Even Thomas, worried about me, wow that must be a new drink or something,” he tilted his head to the left, “you sure he’s not sick?” Anxiety teased.

“I’m fine Anx,” Thomas said from behind him shoving his hands into his jacket pockets lowering his posture. Anxiety rolled his eyes. This was an intervention for sure, but where was Morality?

“Are you sure ‘cu-,” Logan cut him off.

“Anxiety what is going on? You’re avoiding us more than usual and it’s worrying us. You used to fight with Roman but now you don’t even bother anymore, you’re staying in your room for the whole day. Coming out only for food, water, or to use the bathroom,”

“Is it a crime to want to be alone?” Anxiety snapped at Logan.

“The thing is Anx, YOU’RE ALWAYS ALONE!” Roman yelled, “I come home from a great adventure and you’re in your room doing whatever,”

“Why do you care where I am? Or what I’m doing?” Roman froze, Crap.

“I don’t care what you’re doing, we just think you need to get out of the house every once and awhile,” Roman stiffened up but made sure that no one noticed. Anxiety sighed.

“I’m listening to music and on Tumblr, ya happy?” at this point in time Anxiety was done with everyone, even Morality and he wasn’t even there.

“But at some point doing that can get boring, doing the same thing every single day,” Thomas reasoned. Anxiety stood there waiting for someone to say something else that he was going to ignore, but no one did. They stood there staring at him with their eyes trying to look into his soul but seemed to find nothing.

“Why do you guys care so much about me? I mean none of you like me, I’m just a forgotten piece of a puzzle that you guys made a replacement for. I’m a shadow in a dark room. I’m nothing,” Anxiety just wanted to get this over with, go back into his room and never see the light of day again.

“Is that all that we think you are?” Thomas’ voice was soft and sweet, something he only does in deep, sad conversations like this one.

“Well ya, come on I’m your anxiety, I make things worse. I break everything I touch,” Anxiety let his head fall, “Even if I did go anywhere or leave you guys wouldn’t notice,”

“We would notice, come on Anx. We can help you only if you tell us what’s the matter,” Logan shifted uneasily like something was bothering him. They wouldn’t understand what’s happening, I mean they don’t have any problems. Anxiety’s eyes dashed back and forth from one person to the other, trying to think of something to say.

“Nothing is wrong, okay. Can I not avoid people like I’m meant to do?” that was the only thing he could think of, “Can I leave now?” he pointed upstairs. He wanted to get out as fast as he could.

“Ya sure,” Roman slightly tilted his head towards the stairs. Anxiety turned around and skipped up the stairs; he got into his room, locked the door, put on his headphones and drowned the world out once more. He took a big breath of relief that it was over.

“Well he was acting weird,” Morality came out of the kitchen with a chocolate chip cookie in his hand. Logan sighed, shook his head, then went upstairs.

“Ya he was Morality,” Roman looked at Thomas who was on his computer editing a recent video. Everyone went back to their regular routine and forgot about what had just happened, Morality was still enjoying his cookie.

*3:00 a.m*

Anxiety looked at his phone’s clock it read 3:01 AM, this was at least the tenth time he’s woken up at 3 o’clock in the morning. He turned off his phone and lay back down, he rubbed his eyes then got up not knowing what he was going to do. The house was dark and silent, everyone was asleep getting a good night’s rest; Anxiety headed downstairs to see if there were any leftovers in the fridge from what Morality had made for dinner. Stairs creaked and rain pounded on the house with force, his eyes were still heavy from the 2 hours of sleep he’d gotten. He opened the fridge making the dim light come on, he scanned the fridge for anything good. Nothing. God, I’m starving! What happened to the leftovers?! What’s in the pantry?

Roman’s eyes slowly opened noticing his surroundings once again, he looked at his clock on the nightstand next to his bed. 3:05 AM. His stomach grumbled, he didn’t want to eat anything at 3 o’clock in the morning but he didn’t want to starve. He headed for the kitchen trying to be as stealthy as he could be, he noticed the pantry light was on.

“What happened to all the food?” it was Anxiety.

“You ate it,” Anxiety whipped around to see the familiar persona on the bottom of the stairs.

“What are you doing up at 3 o’clock in the morning Princey?” even though Anxiety does know his real name, Princey still stuck.

“I’m hungry,” Roman walked towards Anxiety, “what’s your excuse?”

“I’ve been waking up at 3 for the past ten days,” Anxiety looked even more ‘done with life’ in the dark room, his eyeshadow, and his personality match perfectly. A loud clap of thunder shook the house making the lights flicker.

“Find anything good to eat?” Roman gestured towards the pantry with his index finger.

“No, nothing good. Just fiber bars and canned soup,” Anxiety shrugged his shoulders saying he didn’t care about what the pantry contained, “but go ahead you’ll find nothing,” Anxiety moved out of the way to let Roman see what was in the pantry. Beets, Mac N’ Cheese, Homemade Chicken Noodle Soup, a box of fiber bars and cereal.

“What about the fridge?”

“Milk, tea, leftover soup that Logan made, umm… and condiments, and you wonder why I always order pizza,” Roman chuckled and closed the fridge. Anxiety yawned, any place would be nice to sleep even the cold, hard kitchen floor. The lights flickered on and off then they didn’t come on, “well isn’t that great?” sarcasm is Anxiety’s strong point.

“I’m gonna go look at the fuse,” Roman left the kitchen and went into the garage. “Okay,” he opened up the fuse box, everything looked confusing, So many switches! How can Logan know which one is which? Roman’s hand floated over the many switches when a loud scream emerged from the house. Roman forgot about the lights and ran into the house almost breaking the door off its hinges. Anxiety was crunched in a ball screaming and clenching his head.

“STOP! STOP! MAKE IT STOP!” Anxiety looked like he was going to pull his hair out of his skull. Roman had no idea what was going on or what to do, he bolted up the stairs skipped every other and ran into Logan’s room. Logan looked confused.

“What’s happening?” Logan reached for his glasses.

“It’s Anx, he’s screaming and I have no clue why!” Roman was breathing heavily, first, it was a trip to the kitchen then it turned into a scream fest.

Lust and Love

Logan Howlett (Wolverine) x Reader

Warnings: Smut

Words: 2,040

Request: A part of my wants to read ravenous and rough Logan x reader smut and another part of me wants fluffy. Could you maybe write a Logan smut where it’s super fluffy? Or you can do some rough sex. I’m such a hopeless romantic how embarrassing. Thank youuuuuu :-)

A/N: Ah, I got really sappy during the ending. Okay, well I didn’t add fluffy smut per say, and I’m sorry about that, but I did add loads of fluff at the end. I hope you enjoy!

Of all the bad days you’ve had in your life, mind you there have been a lot; this had to take the cake. Your wrists were aching from the constant chuff of the too-tight chains rubbing up against them. The constant clank of chain hitting concrete was the only sound breaking the silence that had fallen over the cell. If looks could kill, Logan would be playing poker with the devil right now. His eyes stayed steadfastly forward, ignoring your seething. You watched his stiff form in the moonlight, almost as if you were trying to mentally send him your anger. Finally, fed up with keeping your anger inside, exhausted with constantly getting the shit end of the stick, and hopelessly annoyed with the man who had landed you here in the first place, you spoke up.

“(Y/N), trust me, I know what I’m doing. (Y/N), what will they do, chain us up and leave us to die? (Y/N), I’m the one with fighting experience. (Y/N), I ca-,”

“Enough,” Logan growled, interrupting your ranting. You didn’t even flinch, your anger outweighing any other emotion.

“If you would’ve listened to me, we wouldn’t be in this mess.” You hissed, your hands shaking against the chains in show. You couldn’t even care that the loud banging hurt your ears or the metal scraping your skin was aching, too busy trying to prove a point to care.

“If I would’ve listened to you, we would be dead.” He snarled back at you.

“If your plan is as solid as you think, how do you suggest we get out of here, captain?” You mocked, attempting to salute as best you could from your position. Your legs were aching with the strain of keeping yourself up high enough so your arms weren’t pulled from their sockets, your muscles groaning in protest. You were frustrated and you needed somebody to blame it on. Considering there was only one other person in the room, you vented all your hate out on him.

“Are you trying to say you can’t get out of these chains?” He raised a brow. You scowled at him, your eyes burning with anger.

“Because I’m the one that got us into this mess so obviously I’m the one that has to get us out,” you muttered sarcastically, your entire body morphing into a cat, causing the chains to thud to the ground. Your hypersensitive ears were ringing, a hiss making its way past your bared teeth.

“Relax,” Logan shushed, removing his own chains from his wrist. You stretched your muscles, returning to human form in the process. “A cat? Out of everything?” You shrugged.

“Don’t act like you’re any better there kitty claws,” you gave his retracted claws a pointed look, prompting him to return them to their natural place.

“Let’s go.” He stated, cutting his way through the barred window. “Do you have anything big enough to fl-,” he was cut off, your oversized talons digging into his shoulders as you lifted him off the ground. “Just great,” he muffled, an annoyed glower marring his features. You flapped your wide wings, loving the feeling of the cool wind rustling your auburn feathers. Flying was one of your favorite things to do; it had a way of making you feel alive. Your beady eyes looked down at Logan, gauging his expression. He was annoyed. You could live with that. You’d been angry at him for hours. Your relationship with Logan had always been, to put it simply, complicated. The two of you were normally overly flirty with each other, stealing every chance you can to just put your hands on the other. However, when the two of you got angry, World War Three was about to start. The both of you had flaring tempers, causing everyone to leave the two of you alone when you were fighting. You couldn’t help it; sometimes he could just be so frustrating. Of course, whenever you went down that alley you’d always been torn between wanting to strangle the man to death and wanting to jump on top of him and fuck him. Your mind always betrayed your angry thoughts, providing you with little facts about how kissable his lips looked or how he might feel with his strong arms wrapped around you, his body thrusting into you. The heated feeling of arousal that you’d become used to pooled in the bottom of your belly, infuriating you to no end. You felt like your body and your mind were betraying you. With a howl, you dropped yourself and Logan by one of the many warehouses that Charles had kept around the world. Logan wasted no time, heading for the door as soon as he was back on his feet. You spread your wings one more time, letting the breeze cool down your heated body, before morphing back into your normal self.

“How bad is it?” You asked, walking into the small, one-bedroomed warehouse. After you and Logan had started your mission to take down the anti-mutant groups, he’d been adamant about buying places to keep the two of you safe once you’d finish a task.

“Not terrible.” Logan replied curtly. You nodded stiffly, hating this part of the fights. It would always either get super awkward or the two of you would just end up blowing up at each other again. “Your wrists are injured,” he stated, his eyes catching on to the red skin covering your wrists.

“Yeah,” you answered, “from the cuffs.”

“Obviously,” Logan muttered. You looked at him unimpressed, your (Y/E/C) eyes shining in something akin to annoyance. It wasn’t nearly as bad as you had been staring at him earlier but it seemed enough to push his exhausted mind over the edge. “Don’t even try blaming that on me. We escaped out of there no problem.”

“We shouldn’t have got caught in the first place,” you pointed out moodily, your sleep-deprived mind causing everything to be much more infuriating.

“No, we shouldn’t have been there in the first place.” Your eyes widened.

“Are you suggesting we left that little girl to die?”

“I’m saying we should have made a plan before diving in blind like that.” You took a step towards him, Logan taking his own step forward.

“Oh, the one time you actually want to use your head before jumping into a fight,” you argued.

“I know which fights actually require thought and which ones don’t,” Logan sneered, his body moving ever closer to your own.

“You are so frustrating.” You yelled, your hands pulling at your (Y/H/C) locks.

“And you’re so maddening.” He yelled back, his body practically pressed against your own.

“Dick.” You muttered, your eyes narrowing at him. There was a second of silence; no breathing, no speaking, no movement. And then, with the speed of a cheetah, Logan was pulling you into his muscular body, his tongue invading your mouth. You wrapped your legs tightly around him, your anger flaring into arousal. One hand gripped your ass while the other was tugging your hair mercilessly. He all but threw you on the edge of the bed, pulling you back towards his center with a bruising grip on your thighs. You knew this wasn’t going to be loving, wasn’t going to be sweet. No, this was going to be rough, animalistic, and feral. With a low snarl in your throat, you ripped Logan’s suit off his chest, not caring where it landed. He returned the favor, a single claw retracting just long enough to tear the fabric of your outfit, leaving your chest bare to him. He let out an animalistic growl, his teeth biting all over your exposed chest. A throaty yowl worked its way out of your throat, your hands dropping to Logan’s pants in a blinding surge of want. His bites faltered when your hands brushed over his confined erection, a pant coming from his open mouth. You were trying, and failing, to remove his pants. He seemed to notice your struggle, shredding them off his body with a smug ease. He did a similar action to your own pants, only feeling satisfied once the two of you were completely bare. The need came slamming back down, causing your vision to spin for a second. Nothing else in your life could ever be as important as having him right this instant. With a ferocious roar, you dug your teeth into his neck. He howled, his hands gripping your thighs roughly. Without so much as a second thought, he pushed his hardened length into your awaiting heat. You dug your teeth in his neck further, inflicting as much pain on his neck as his hands were on your thighs. He didn’t give you time to adjust to his size, slamming his body into your own over and over again. You met him thrust for thrust, your nails raking over his back and your mouth still attached to his neck, drawing blood. Inhuman noises were being torn from his throat, his entire body pushing into your own with a speed too fast to be human. You could feel the pleasure building deep within your stomach, your own lunges speeding up. Your insides clenched impossibly tight, the feeling so, so close. He lifted your leg just a little bit higher, sending his full length careening even further into your slick warmth. Stars exploded, the sun expanded, and the world came crashing down. Your orgasm wracked your entire body, a scream sounding so feral you almost couldn’t believe it was coming from you. Logan’s thrusts sped up for a few more seconds, his body pounding ruthlessly into yours. With a savage howl, he came, his seed warming your insides. His head dropped to your shoulder, his heavy pants heating your skin. You were both too exhausted to care, your bodies dropping back onto the bed effortlessly. Logan pulled you closer to him, your head resting on his chest as your eyes drifted shut. You closed off reality, calling it a day.

Your mind seemed to register the slight tickling sensation on your forehead before anything. You groaned, willing it to go away with your mind. Growling to yourself, you opened your eyes. The second thing your mind noticed was that you were sore in places you didn’t even know you had. Finally, your brain caught on to the fact that you were snuggled into a certain someone’s chest.

“Uh, Logan.” You greeted awkwardly, pulling out of his arms. Now that your head was free of lust and your mind was clear, you felt awkward.

“Good morning, (Y/N),” his lips lifted up in a half smile. You watched him uncertainly for a moment. “(Y/N)?” He asked softly.

“Logan,” you repeated, not entirely sure what to do with yourself. He leaned himself on his elbows, watching you curiously.

“Something the matter?” He inquired.

“We…” You breathed. “You and I… We… Last night… This morning…” You quirked an eyebrow, an amused little smile gracing his face.

“We did,” he confirmed what you already knew.

“So what do we do now?” You asked, fidgeting under the blankets. He lifted his hand, hesitating for a moment before placing it on your bare knee.

“We do what you want,” he replied, his eyes searching your own.

“What do you want?”

“You,” his answer was soft as he watched you. “I,” he paused, “I love you.” Your mouth fell open, gaping at him. “(Y/N)?” He asked tentatively after the silence stretched on for a moment. A blanket at warmth cocooned you at his words.

“I love you too.” You replied, moving closer to his side. He pulled you down on top of him, kissing your lips with a sweetness that had not been present last night. As you moved against his rapidly-hardening erection, you realized you needed this just as much. This time when he kissed you, there was a promise behind it. When he entered you with slow strokes, there was a meaning to it. And when he finally came, the whisper of your name on his lips, there was a devotion to it. The two of you were lustful creatures by nature, but sometimes lust wasn’t enough. Sometimes you needed love to feel whole again.


Donald Pierce x Reader

Warnings: None

Note: SOrry this really sucks. 

Summary: Soft Donald Pierce, and feels. That’s all you need to know. 

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Perierat et Inventus est (9)

Bucky x Steve 

OCxNatasha Romanoff


Notes: angst, fluff, smut, violence, torture/conditioning, dubious medical procedures.

A/N: this one just rolled right out, it was awesome. I just love it when that happens <3

“When a client hires us, they expect professionalism. Sure, they also expect devotion and maybe us to go a little further than door to door protection” Fury paces back and forth calmly, intimidatingly so.

He summoned Natasha and Bucky, for what would undoubtedly entailed a firm talking to and maybe even suspension. He wasn’t all too happy when they told him they weren’t available, and if he needed them, they could be found at the Stark tower. So, here they were. In an office provided by Tony Stark, while Javen and Steve waited in the lavishly-modern furnished living room, along with Bruce, while Clint was somewhere up high, scoping the area around the tower. He wasn’t too happy about being in the middle of Manhattan. Too busy, a lot of people to watch, and too many for hostiles to hide amongst. Though, he had to admit, the tower’s defences and security were impeccable. No one even made it up the steps way down below him, before being stopped and asked to identify themselves by one of the huge men Tony has on his security staff.

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Come what may

This is my proudest work so I am tagging all of you I don’t even care. Also, it was very hard to choose who would play as who, so just so you know, we have Prince as Satine and Anxiety as Christopher, just so no one gets disappointed.

Moulin Rouge AU with Prinxiety and side Logicality.

Warnings: sexual harrassment, slurs, implied prostitution, main character death

Tags: @dan-yuna @clutzyrevolution @liberalautisticnerd831 @purple-chaos-buttonmaster @inalandofmythandtimeofmagic @deafchildcrossing @prinxietytrash @idk-and-idc-and-idr @romanass @killerfangirl3 @prinxietyhell @the-sanders-sides @a-wannabe-canadian @velocifoxy @jetsnacks @prinanalogicality @the-prince-and-the-emo @prinxietys

PS: if you don’t want to read it for any of the reasons stated in the warnings, don’t worry, you don’t have to.


Alex was nothing more than a poor, visionary poet.

When he moved to Paris, his father told him to never come back to London. He wasn’t planning to anyway.

Arriving in Paris, he met a theatre group, one of the bohemians. He fell in love immediately, that small group being exactly what he had been searching. A five man group that drank all night and wrote fantasy stories.

He was living the dream.

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Epic Movie (Re)Watch #130 - Veronica Mars

Spoilers below (for the TV show too).

Have I seen it before: Yes

Did I like it then: Yes!

Do I remember it: Yes.

Did I see it in theaters: Yes.

Was it a movie I saw since August 22nd, 2009: Yes. #283.

Format: Blu-ray

This post is dedicated to @marshmallow-the-vampire-slayer, the best Marshmallow I know.

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1) Veronica Mars - this film - exists because of a Kickstarter campaign that went live on March 13, 2013. The series ran for three seasons before being cancelled but gained an incredible cult following. Series creator Rob Thomas, Kristen Bell, and the rest of the cast had been hopeful about a movie being made for years before turning to Kickstarter. Their goal was 2 million dollars, they got that in less than 24 hours (breaking most of Kickstarter’s records at the time). They ended up with five million total dollars by the end of their campaign (which was broke the REST of Kickstarter’s records at the time). This movie is made by the fans, for the fans basically, and that’s awesome.

2) I first started watching “Veronica Mars” on Netflix DVDs AFTER the Kickstarter had come and gone, meaning I did not have to wait the seven years many fans did for a resolution to the series’ cliffhanger ending. I fell in love with the show instantly. I binged it as quickly as I could with Netflix DVDs (ie: not very quickly but passionately) and love almost every twist and turn. It is an excellent show and my love for it definitely in part fuels my love for the film.

3) The opening, “I need your help Veronica,” montage is a great way of starting off the film. For fans of the original series it reminds us of everything we’ve been missing for a while, and for people who have never seen a single episode it gives them enough info to understand the movie and its characters. And it has this wink to the fans of the show:

Veronica: “New me? People say I’m a Marshmallow.”

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For all you newbies, fans of “Veronica Mars” refer to themselves as Marshmallows because of this line from the pilot. It was either that or “twinkies” and you can spell “Marshmallows” without “Mars”.

4) Kristen Bell as Veronica Mars.

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It’s difficult for me to talk about Veronica as a character because most of my understanding of her as a character comes from both the film AND the TV Show. A lot of what I have to say is really going to be echoes of what @marshmallow-the-vampire-slayer has said in her fantastic recaps for the series. Veronica is strong willed, fiercely loyal, but she’s got some blinders on. If she decides you’re guilty or innocent, it is fact. That is just the way it is and she will not recognize the notion otherwise. But see, that does not come into effect in as huge a way in the film as it has in the show in the past.

Veronica is incredibly sharp. I will speak later on how physical strength is not one of her greatest attributes, but she more than makes up with it in wit and the ability to think on her feet. Tough as nails, with an incredible sense of humor (which in and of itself is probably a defense mechanism of some sort), Veronica is amazing. And Veronica would not be the Veronica we know and love if it were not for the truly perfect Kristen Bell.

There are some character who are just defined as much by the actors who play them as the writers who craft them. Veronica Mars is one of those characters. Kristen Bell inhabits all of Veronica’s qualities perfectly. Her contradictions, her strengths, her weakness, her love, her aggression, her need for intimacy with some people, her ability to be independent with others. Honestly in the same sense that Sarah Michelle Gellar IS Buffy or that Robert Downey Jr. IS Iron Man, Kristen Bell IS Veronica Mars and no other actress could ever play her with the same perfection as Bell.

5) Jamie Lee Curtis.

Understand that even though this film made more than twice what it was asking for in the Kickstarter campaign, five million bucks to make a movie these days is close to nothing. Comparatively speaking at least (although recent best picture winner Moonlight only cost 1.5 million so…). Most of the famous faces in this film - the small bits here and there like Jamie Lee Curtis in the very beginning - have some sort of working relationship with those involved in the movie (usually the actors). For example: Curtis worked with Bell in 2010′s You Again. I’m sure this most be some sort of favor to her.

6) This flip off is very Veronica. You can tell a lot about her way of handling jackasses and her sense of humor from this moment.

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Gayle: Fifteen separate articles or briefs in cases ranging from multiple homicides to dognapping.

The season one episode “Hot Dogs” involves Veronica helping what was one of the kindest and most sincerely uncorrupted characters on the show (Mandy) help find her missing dog which she loved so much. I like to tell myself that is Veronica thinking fondly on this case which means little to others (especially when compared to multiple homicides) but one where she helped this really kind girl with something that really mattered to her.

8) Let’s talk briefly about the film’s “sex tape” references. Towards the end of season 3 a “sex tape” was released of Veronica and her then-boyfriend (and current boyfriend, at the start of this film) Piz. Except Veronica said she and Piz were just fooling around and didn’t actually have sex. We see the sex tape very clearly later on in the film, that has clearly been retconned. Painfully, too, as Piz is not exactly the most loved of Veronica’s boyfriends.

9) On that note…Piz.

I cannot get into the intense dislike people have for Piz without getting into how he was written and portrayed in the final season of the TV show (which was the season he was introduced in). In a nutshell, Piz was the Nice Guy™. As in the character who in reality isn’t really a nice guy, but is sort of a privileged manipulative white dude bro who thinks he deserves to be with a woman he basically sees as the female lead in his own personal romantic comedy. But the writers still write him as the “nice guy”. The movie does not have as much of that Nice Guy™ vibe to Piz though. It’s definitely still there though. He tells Veronica that he oversold her to his parents. That, “They cannot believe I landed a creature such as the one I’ve described.” But mostly Piz is kinda sorta not an awful dude. He seems to have some genuine feelings for Veronica but you can tell Veronica is with him just because he’s the safe choice. Because this is the clean life she wants. And that’s never who she was and so Piz isn’t dating the REAL Veronica. Piz is not interested in the REAL Veronica just the kind of girl he expects her to be and wants her to be. Even if he’s not a total dick about it in the film, that’s still what their relationship is.

HOWEVER I will say even though I may have issues with Piz as a character I do truly enjoy Chris Lowell as an actor. My distaste for how Piz has been written in the past is not a reflection on his performance.

10) Veronica talks about how Bonnie DeVille used to be known as Carrie Bishop. Carrie Bishop was featured in a few season one episodes of the show played by “Gossip Girl” actress Leighton Meester. Meester had scheduling conflicts with the show so they recast her part.

11) Never ever think too hard about the timeline or continuity in the Veronica Mars universe. Like…Logan is supposed to be a different age than her but they were still in the same graduating class or his dead girlfriend was a different age because she went to school with her brother who was…just, it’s confusing to think about it too hard. Just know that this film - while released in 2014 - takes place in 2016. Because the characters graduated high school in 2006 and their ten year reunion is featured in the film.

12) The theme of addiction is heavily featured throughout the movie, mainly throughout Veronica’s internal monologue. She constantly mentions her alcoholic mother while comparing her return to Neptune and the world of a PI to that idea. Not to mention Veronica described her past self as a, “possible adrenaline junkie,” within the first five minutes of the film. It’s a neat idea that gives the film a unique arc and helps it feel more than an extended episode.

13) Logan Echolls, ladies and gentlemen.

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With most of (if not all of) these characters, it is difficult for me to talk about them ONLY as they are presented in the film. Logan is someone who throughout the TV show had a very troubled life. His father beat him, his mother committed suicide, his girlfriend was murdered, the murderer turned out to be his father, he had been manipulated by many people he considered family, but he was good to Veronica (for the most part) when they started dating. He cared for her, truly. There was an honesty to their relationship, an ability to be himself, which he lost when she left. I think the second Veronica Mars book Mr. Kiss & Tell goes into this more (I read it two years ago), but Logan needed to get his life together post-Veronica. So he joined the freaking Navy. That first image of Logan already sets him up as a clean cut, mostly kept together man that is FAR different from the, “obligatory psychotic jackass,” we met in the pilot of the show.

Much like Kristen Bell, Jason Dohring gives Logan a lot of depth. The reason the character was given such a prominent role and more layers - initially - was because of Dohring’s skill as an actor. He is able to present Logan as mostly collected but still vulnerable. Still with a deep sorrow in his soul, still with a darkness to him. But we as an audience are invested in him as a character. We understand Veronica’s trust for him because we see just who he is around Veronica. The chemistry between Dohring and Bell is incredible. It is not just hot steamy chemistry (although it can be, more on that later). It’s a trust, it’s friendship, it’s an ability for these two to truly be themselves around each other in a way they can’t be with pretty much everyone else.

It is a truly wonderful performance and character we get to see in the film and I think the entire franchise of Veronica Mars would be far less without Jason Dohring and Logan Echolls.

14) It is fun how to see how easily Veronica slips into her old routine at her dad’s office. Also it goes into the idea of how an addict is more easy to fall into their addiction when they get into a certain habit. Veronica was addicted to being a PI when she was in Neptune, working with Logan, and helping at her dad’s office. Is it any wonder she can’t fight off the need to go back to that life when she’s in the town for less than a day and all these things have happened already?

15) Keith’s face when he sees Veronica!

We don’t get AS good a look as Keith’s relationship with daughter Veronica in the film as we did in the TV show (we got three seasons to examine it, after all), but it is still one of the best parent/child relationships to ever grace screens and the chemistry between Enrico Colantoni and Kristen Bell is great.

16) Although the film only had a budget from Kickstarter of about five million dollars, Warner Brothers studio was comfortable enough with the film that they paid an extra million (I think it was a million) for some reshoots to help make the story more understandable. The most noteworthy of these reshoots is the scene where Keith and Veronica are driving through town and discover a bunch of kids being framed up by the police, tazzed, basically abused for being “riff raff” and Keith being able to extort the police into letting the kids go by taking a video of them abusing their power. This was all told to the audience in the original shoot at the office scene, but the use of “show don’t tell” not only paints a grim picture of what kind off corrupt place Neptune is but also what kind of man Keith is. He really is - as his daughter says - the George Bailey of Neptune.

17) Mac & Wallace!

Again, if you like what you see of these two in the movie and want more…GO WATCH THE TV SHOW! The friendship Veronica forges with Wallace is one of the strongest in her life, second only to her father and even ahead of her relationship with Logan I think. He is there through it all. Through all the boyfriends, all the drama, all the times she’s a pariah, he is there for her. He helps her out, he does favors with her, and it is just such a beautiful and loving friendship.

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The relationship Veronica has with Mac - while not necessarily as strong - is still great. Tina Majorino breathed such life into this character from season 1 who could’ve easily been a one off but ended up being second only to Wallace when it came to Veronica’s friends. The trio of them are great, and they’ve always got each other’s backs.

18) Dick Casablancas.

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Otherwise known as: your problematic fave! Man, I don’t even know where to start with Dick. He’s…well…he’s a dick! But like a likable dick! Somehow Rob Thomas gets away with Dick doing some really awful shit in the show and still have him be Logan’s best friend. Dick in this film is - I think - mostly comedic relief (and, at one point, a suspect) and Hansen is just a lot of fun in the role.

A little note about Dick though. This line has way more significance than you would think:

Dick [after Logan’s potential lawyer makes a remark about his pot brownies]: “Medicine, man. I got my card. Chronic depression. You wouldn’t think, huh?”

That’s actually very telling about Dick. Season two ended with his younger brother being revealed as a mass murderer before killing himself, and there was some fair amount of time devoted in early season three to examining how Dick dealt with this.

19) This scene alone shows a lot of fun back and forth between Veronica, Logan, and the idiots of Neptune.

Logan [after these two Canadian drunks call a girl a crazy bitch at karaoke night]:

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20) Again with the theme of addiction:

Veronica [internal monologue]: “You know what? It’s a one time deal. A farewell tour, if you will. [Sees hot as fuck Logan] Then again, you ever hear the one about the junkie who was satisfied with just one more taste of the good stuff?”

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Veronica: “Neither have I.”

21) Chekov’s random trucker hat line…

Veronica [about being able to hide cameras in anything]: “My dad has a trucker hat that’s rigged with a camera -”

22) There’s this rule Pixar has with writing: a coincidence that gets the character into trouble is plot. A coincidence that gets them out of trouble is cheating. The fact that Veronica is able to get into someone’s house by saying she’s doing a location scout for a Clint Eastwood movie only for that person to have a connection to Clint Eastwood falls into the former of those two categories.

23) This film THRIVES on fan service which also serves the plot. For example, Veronica - like she did all the way back in season one - calls Wallace for a favor.

Veronica: “Hey Buddy! I need a favor. Can you get me a student’s permanent file?”

Wallace: “You do realize that I’m a teacher now, Veronica? An educator? This is a position of responsibility.”

Veronica: “So you’re saying it’s gonna be super easy. Good. I did NOT want to put you out.”

The theater I saw this in - with quite a few Marshmallows - all found this scene hysterical.

24) The inclusion of Deputy Sacks is a nice way of bringing in even what some would call the smaller characters into the film. AND it ends up working out really well.

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25) Jerry O’Connell as Sheriff Dan Lamb.

The perfect personification of slime and corruption in Neptune. Lamb’s brother Don Lamb was the incompetent (and assholish prick of a) sheriff throughout most of the show, and somehow they made his brother even worse. At least Don Lamb would OCCASIONALLY do his job if presented with enough compelling evidence. Meanwhile Dan is even more egotistical, even says at one point he doesn’t care if Logan is innocent or not, and later in all likelihood tries to have Keith killed. Jerry O’Connell plays Lamb as wonderfully vile. A villain you love to hat.

26) I love that this film brings in so many memorable characters from the TV show, even though some are limited to one scene. But that one scene is enough for us to remember why we love them. This is very true for Daran Norris as Cliff McCormack, Neptune’s resident public appointed attorney.

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27) It is interesting seeing how these characters have grown in the seven years since the TV show ended. For example, Veronica is able to show off QUITE clearly that she spent a considerable amount of time at law school when she’s defending herself at the police station.

28) The whole scene at the 09er is very entertaining, if for no other reason than a trio of fun cameos we get. We see exactly the stupidity of the “cool kids” at Neptune, we get the series’ first use of the word, “fuck,” AND we get Veronica’s trademark sass. Also we get this nice moment between husband & wife:

29) But the 09er scene is NOTHING compared to the reunion at Neptune High.

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The entire graduation scene perfectly shows off the film’s ability to balance out fan service AND move the plot forward. It brings back almost all the memorable characters from the TV show, friends and enemies a like. And for you who haven’t seen the show, we get a very clear picture of just how much Veronica “enjoyed” high school.

Veronica: “In a lesser known epic poem, ‘Dante’s Inferno 2: Hell Freezes Over,’ ten years after escaping the nine circles, Dante returns. You know, for old times’ sake. Have a couple shots, catch up with the gang…”

Madison [as Veronica approaches]: “Name?”

Veronica: “See if Lucifer’s still a bitch.”

We get a see of characters in this scene.

  • Madison Sinclair is still an entitled, judgmental, condescending asshole.

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  • Gia Goodman (played by the incredible Krysten Ritter of “Jessica Jones” fame) is REMARKABLY different from the last time we saw her. Back then she was a chipper, positive (if a little naive) young woman. Then Veronica exposed her dad as a pedophile to the world, he was killed by Dick’s brother in a plane explosion, and some really awful psychotic shit went down where she is basically owned by a man named Cobb (Martin Starr). Gia is likely the most changed character since the TV show and Ritter’s amazing range supports that.
  • Eli ‘Weevil’ Navarro has gotten his life together, which is an incredible thing to see from the former member of a bike gang. He has a daughter, he has a wife, he is reformed! But of course Neptune is gonna tear him back down.

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  • We even get a chance to see Horny, the recurring comic relief and nice dude from the show, in a little moment which I as a fan appreciate.

Edit: I have had it pointed out to me that the character’s name is Corny, not Horny is I’ve thought for four years. You can find the reply in notes, but I’m going to leave the name as I originally thought so you all know my shame.

30) The high school reunion also serves as a turning point for the story. Veronica realizes that Carrie’s death is tied to the death of her friend Susan Knight YEARS ago on Carrie’s father’s boat. And now her investigation has some more direction.

31) When you watch the works of Rob Thomas (the writer, not the singer) you find he is wonderfully aware of his famous name-twin.

Piz [about talking about some 2006 music]: “Maybe some SOLO Rob Thomas.”

That’s nothing compared to what we got on “iZombie” though.

32) I love this.

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33) A great peek at how Veronica is not as alone as she may think is after Madison (asshole) shows Veronica’s sex tape at the family reunion. For one thing Wallace is immediately at Veronica’s side, running to turn it off. Then Wallace, Logan, Weevil, Dick, and Piz (at least. Maybe Horny too, I’m not sure.) all jump into a fight with the assholes who want to put the tape back on. A great recall from this line:

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34) Principal Clemmons is another example of a great supporting character from the show making a brief but appreciate appearance in the film.

35) Veronica at the reunion’s after-party is very much her being in her natural environment. The scene where she’s dancing and it cuts to slow mo is very predatory to me. She is a lion ready to pounce on its prey. This is her in her element and its great to watch.

36) Martin Starr as Cobb is a…unique new character in the film. He was not in the show at all and now he’s part of the group of established characters. In hindsight it’s obvious that he’s the evil mastermind of it all (spoiler alert).

37) Veronica impersonating Martina Vasquez to get info out of Lamb is as nice callback to the series while also showing new viewers just how crafty she can be.

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38) Leo!!!!

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Leo was like the best boyfriend Veronica had on the show who wasn’t Logan, an actual nice guy and not Nice Guy™. Max Greenfield has gotten a lot more recognition lately for his memorable turn as Schmidt on “New Girl” but he’s GREAT on the show and in this film. He only has one scene but it’s a bit bigger than say Cliff’s scene or Clemmons’ scene, and him screwing with Veronica by pretending to not remember her is a lot of fun.


Leo: “By the way, I didn’t know the FBI was looking into the Bonnie DeVille case.”

Veronica: “I’m not with the FBI.”

Leo: “You sure? I could’ve SWORN I heard somewhere that you were in the FBI.”

Veronica: “Another life maybe.”

Rob Thomas pitched a drastically altered version of the show which would have seen Veronica join the FBI in season 4. I’m kinda glad it didn’t work it, but they shot this pitch:

40) So James Franco is in this movie.

Rob Thomas said in an interview:

“My producing partner, Danielle Stokdyk, her husband is an Academy Award-winning visual effects artist who happened to have just done ‘Oz the Great and Powerful.’ He had become friendly with James, and it really was easy as this: I emailed a script and said we’d love you for this part and honestly five minutes later, five minutes later, he emailed me back and said, 'sounds fun, I’m in.’”

41) Add Vinnie Van Lowe to the list of fun appearances from the show!

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42) According to IMDb:

In one of the shots, a man dressed like a gorilla was needed to dance in the foreground while Kristen Bell and Ken Marino played a scene on a bench. Ryan Hansen had just wrapped his last scene in the film a few hours earlier and was hanging out on set and agreed to do the scene. Rob Thomas and Ryan then decided to prank Kristen and Ken, who didn’t know it was Ryan in the gorilla suit. The stint made the DVD bloopers reel.

43) Veronica cannot say, “I know what happened,” without me thinking of this:

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44) Chekov’s random trucker hat line.

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45) This line that Deputy Sacks has is very telling about who he is as a character, his conflict, and what is up in Neptune.

Sacks: “I saw this thing on, uh, YouTube a few weeks ago, Keith. It’s a funny video. A…uh…two nazi they’re uh…looking at the skulls on their insignias and the piles of dead bodies. And they have this moment of clarity. Wait a minute…we’re the bad guys.”

46) Deputy Sacks’ death is a surprisingly powerful moment. This is a character who has been around since the pilot in 2004. Someone who was always there and who Veronica or anyone else never got super close to. But he was always there, always a good cop, and the sorrow of his loss is seen in one simple unanswered question:

Doctor: “Was he a friend of yours?”

47) The following LoVe love scene (LoVe is the ship name for Logan + Veronica) really shows off how these two not only have a chemistry built on being able to be themselves, but also the fact they’re each INCREDIBLY attracted to each other and just have this raw sexy passion. There is a tenderness, a connection, a heat to them that is just unmatched by any of her other boyfriends.

48) Remember how Veronica is sort of an addict?

Veronica: “The only way I’m not going to spend the day obsessing about my dad is by nailing Gia and Luke to the wall.”

49) One of Veronica’s most defining character traits is that when she decides a person is guilty, they are guilty. And it takes a lot for her to alter her theory or her idea of what is going on. This is seen when she is watching Gia and Cobb hook up, and she comments…

Veronica: “Gia seduced her lap dog into killing Carrie.”

There is NOTHING about that scene that shows Gia initiating sex with Cobb, it’s totally Cobb doing it. But Veronica can’t see that, she only sees what supports her theory. And then there’s this line that shows what she thinks of Gia.

Veronica [after Logan warns her to be careful]: “Child please, it’s Gia Goodman. The day I can’t handle Gia Goodman…”

This is very much a line that would be applied to high school Gia, not this new Gia. Veronica has little to no idea who this new Gia is.

50) The following scene between Veronica and Gia is a great character moment for Gia. Krysten Ritter’s skills as an actor show us just how tortured and trapped this once kindhearted and positive girl was, and it’s heartbreaking.

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51) The entire climax (where Cobb has Veronica trapped in Gia’s apartment building) is very tense. Cobb has the upper hand physically and Veronica knows that. She has to play this confrontation by hiding, being patient, and outsmarting Cobb. And she does! It is wonderfully paced and choreographed and just a great moment of tension.

52) My biggest criticism of this film is that I’m always surprised by how quickly it wraps up, but it’s also something I’ve gotten more comfortable with in repeat viewings.

53) The metaphor of Veronica as an addict has never been clearer than her last lines of the film (an internal monologue).

Veronica: “My name is Veronica, and I’m an addict. Hello Veronica.”

54) Logan often had inspirational messages on his voice mail in the show. This message which plays over the end credits is very nice.

Logan: “This is Logan reminding you: if you’re offered a seat on a rocket ship, don’t ask which seat, just get on. Sheryl Sandberg said that. So don’t leave a message. Go get on that rocket ship. Or, leave a message. Your call. Your decision will tell me a lot about you.”

That - to me - seems very telling about the film. They took a chance on asking fans to finance it and it turned out wonderfully! They got on their rocket.

This recap ended up being much longer than I intended. And there’s still a lot here I can talk about which I haven’t. And that is very telling of the film. There is a lot to dissect, a lot that works and is going on in the movie. The writing is incredible, with a good balance of fan service and plot. The acting is as good as it ever was on the show, Rob Thomas’ direction is great, and it is just what fans who were waiting seven years for closure deserved. A great, great film and a fantastic potential finale to the series.

Non-Fanders Key

Roman- Prince

Logan- Logic

(Anx- Anxiety)

(Mo- Morality)

Chapter Two


Logan sprang out of his bed almost falling on the floor because of the covers, Roman practically fell down the stairs. It was still pouring outside but Anxiety’s screams drowned out the wind.

“PLEASE STOP! STOP!” Anxiety continued to scream and cry, he was screaming like he was getting tortured from the inside out. The piercing screams echoed through the house with no hint of stopping.

“What’s going on!” Thomas yelled from the top of the stairs, he covered his ears from the screams.

“Anxiety is in pain! We don’t know why!” Logan yelled at the top of his lungs, Thomas quickly put on foot in front of the other down the stairs. He saw his persona curled on the floor screaming, Thomas couldn’t move the sight made him freeze. Was this my fault somehow?

Anxiety felt like he was being burned, frozen, and cut at the same time and he couldn’t control them.

You’re a wassste of breatthhhhh. Jusstt give uppp! Ttthhhhhey won’t mind if you’re out of ttttthhhhheir livveessssss!

Anxiety would normally turn up his music to drown out the voices but they found a way to make him suffer. Their words cut like a 1000 degree knife, he knew that they weren’t right; without Anxiety Thomas wouldn’t be Thomas.

Come on! Jusssttt give uppp! You havveee noo purpposseeee in thiissss woorrld! Come join usss, monsstteerrsss belonng togetthher!

Morality finally came downstairs to see what was going on, he gasped at the sight of the man on the floor. The house was still dark the power wasn’t working, Logan went into the garage and turned it back on. The house came back to life but it just made the sight even worse. Deep gashes were carved into Anxiety’s body bleeding everywhere, his coat was ripped and torn. He looked like he just emerged out of a war. The more Anxiety moved and screamed the more blood came out of him.

“We have to do something, he’s going to bleed out,” Logan stated the obvious. Thomas felt guilt build up inside of him; he once heard from a friend that when the host of all of his personalities, their Anxiety or dark side of them, gets tortured by their worst fears. And it was painful and no way to stop it.

“PLEASE STOP!” Anxiety continued to scream, Roman couldn’t believe what was happening he couldn’t bare to lose his chemically inbalanced romance (I searched through all the Sanders-Sides videos it find that). Roman could feel tears forming in his eyes, this particular event that was happening hurt the most for him; it always seemed that Anxiety and him didn’t get along but opposites attract. The house went silent, Anxiety had stopped screaming bloody murder. Logan looked over at Roman whose eyes seemed to be filling with tears, I knew it! I knew it! I KNEW IT! Anxiety’s wounds started to heal slowly, but his clothes would need to be thrown out and get new ones. Roman wiped his tears away to make sure the others didn’t see, straightened his posture and continued to act like he almost didn’t start crying.

“I’ll put him in his room,” Roman gently picked up Anxiety’s limp body and went upstairs into his room.

“Um… Mo can I talk to you in private?” Logan looked at Morality who nodded. Thomas decided to get some bleach to clean up the blood stains on the linoleum floor.

“What did you want to talk to me about Logan?” Morality went up to Logan.

“When Anxiety was screaming a few minutes ago I looked over at Roman and,” he paused building suspense, “he was crying,” he finished looking into Morality’s eyes.

“So? What are you trying to say?” now this was something that Logan and Morality had been talking about, how Anxiety and Roman had his special relationship. Logan let his posture loosen.

“The Prinxiety thing!” he whispered so Thomas wouldn’t hear them.

“Ohh! That!” the light bulb finally clicked in his head, they had been talking about that since they snuck into Anxiety’s room and saw a blog named @prinxietys on Tumblr. Apparently, some Fanders ship Roman and Anxiety and it didn’t change since they found out Prince’s real name, or it would be Romxiety something like that.

Roman pushed open Anxiety’s door with his foot and saw his beds covers on the floor, the blinds were shut and there was a blanket over the blinds blocking out the sun. His dresser was under the window with dark clothing hanging out of the middle drawer, his phone was on a side table next to his bed charging. Roman lightly put Anxiety on the bed making sure he didn’t hurt him, Anxiety’s room was fairly clean a few pieces of clothing here and there. An inhuman noise escaped from Anxiety’s throat making Roman’s head whip his way, Roman couldn’t help but feel sorry for the pain Anxiety went through. He’s been in many fights and many adventures but even with all of the pain and suffering he’s gone through it wouldn’t amount to the level of pain Anxiety went through.

*6 hours later*

Anxiety’s slowly opened to see the white ceiling, his body became aware that he was on his bed and he relaxed. His whole body hurt even when he took a gentle breath, the voices had disappeared and he noticed he was in different clothes. He wasn’t in his normal coat, black shirt, black jeans he was in some of Roman’s old clothing when he went through a phase. Knowing that he was in Roman’s clothes made him feel better, it almost made the pain go away. Roman knocked on the door snapping Anxiety out of his thoughts of the prince.

“Can I come in?” Roman asked, usually Anxiety didn’t let anyone in his room because he wanted to be alone plus secrets and stuff.

“Sure,” Anxiety shifted to get into a more comfortable position.

“How’re you doin’?” Roman stood at the end of the bed looking down at the opposite persona.

“Everything hurts,” Anxiety chuckled to slightly lighten the mood that was in the room.

“Ya I bet,” Roman looked down and fiddled with the bottom of his shirt.

“Something’s on your mind,” Anxiety could tell when Roman was thinking about something and when he is in a deep thought.

“What’s going on with you? Like I left you alone for one minute and you start screaming. What aren’t you telling us?” Roman looked into Anxiety’s eyes who avoided eye contact.

“Maybe you should ask Thomas, he knows,” Anxiety honestly knew what was happening but he didn’t want Roman worrying about him even more. Anxiety reached for his phone with pain shooting through his whole body, Roman ran to his side to help him get his phone.

“Why won’t you tell me?” Anxiety didn’t answer for a few seconds.

“Cuz you wouldn’t understand, and it’d- it’d be better for you to hear it from him,” Anxiety looked at his phone making sure that Roman knew what he was going to say. Roman sighed and decided to ask Thomas, I’d hurt him too much.

Gilmore Girls revival thoughts

What I loved:

    This needs to be shouted from the rooftops. I was so hoping this song would be featured in Luke and Lorelai’s wedding and when I heard the first note I started bawling like a baby and finally stopped crying about 3h later. The whole wedding really was perfect. I could hear my heart beating in my years, so happy (and sobbing) I was.

  2. Everything Richard.
    The funeral, the flashbacks, the portraits. It was such a great homage to Ed and to Grandpa Gilmore, I bawled my eyes out through the entire thing and I don’t think there’ll ever come a time when I watch Emily/Rory kiss his portrait and I won’t start crying. I get chocked up just thinking about it. It was beautiful. Just beautiful. So well done.

  3. The Lorelai & Emily’s storyline.
    It was simply perfect. Lauren and Kelly knocked it out of the park. The fight in the kitchen is going down in history. I particularly loved how Emily treats Lorelai before they start fighting in the living room, like she’s 6yo again.
    “Lorelai, not a single word.”
    “Don’t follow.”
    Just so freaking perfect. I loved it and it was so in character for both of them. It was perfect. And don’t get me started on the phone call in Fall because I’m too dehydrated to start crying again.

  4. Lauren breaking character.
    She did it in a number of scenes. Once with Sookie, twice with Rory, once in the scene with Richard’s smaller portrait. If Lauren Graham can’t keep it together how do you expect me to do that? Also, give the woman ALL THE FREAKING EMMYS NOW. It’s long overdue anyway. You owe her, Academys.

  5. Jess’ growth.
    He’s the only character who’s really shown some growth when he appears on screen, everyone else seems to be stuck in their life, like they can’t move forward, but Jess has got his shit together and even stirs Rory in the right direction, I was so proud of him.

  6. Every single Jess/Luke scene.
    Each and everyone of them. Milo and Scott are buddies in real life and you can totally see that on screen, they’re hilarious and a joy to watch.

  7. Paris. In all her glory.
    She’s still our old Paris and I couldn’t be more thankful for that. Liza got back into character so easily and she was absolutely brilliant. I laughed my socks off at her antics. The whole bathroom scene and the stairs conversation. Just hilarious. Loved it. Missed her.

  8. The Life and death brigade.
    Oh my God, that whole sequence was so cinematic, the director of photography and Amy nailed it there. Simply nailed it. I was in awe watching it. Really made me happy to see them all together again. I cried when Rory said goodbye to them. Yes, I cried even then. Leave me alone.

  9. “Still best friends”.
    Of course I cried through the whole thing like the little bitch that I am and I regret nothing. Seeing Lauren and Melissa unable to keep back tears…I was a mess. Beautiful. Well done. Thank you.

  10. Michel out of the closet.
    Need I say more?

  11. Emily and the help.
    I laughed so hard at that. Cannot actually believe Emily kept a maid for a whole entire year and even welcomed her family with open arms in her house. I’m so proud of you, grandma Gilmore.

  12. Cornstarch.
    Again, sobbed. I feel like ASP treated only Dean with some respect in this revival. He’s happy, got his own family and Rory was actually nice to him and the whole “you taught me what feeling safe is like” speech had me sobbing. Only people who had a great first love can relate to this, I guess. I’m glad they gave them that scene. They both deserved it.

  13. Luke and Paul Anka.
    Cried my eyes out. Loved it. Gimme a spin-off.

  14. Kirk’s second movie.
    That’s all.

  15. The swearing!
    Lorelai saying “Holy shit!” and Emily saying “Bullshit!” 3 TIMES IN THE SAME SCENE. Amen.

  16. The music!!!
    Wow. It was everything I could have asked for and more. Sam Phillips, Grant-Lee Phillips, Dolly Parton, Nancy Sinatra, the Carpenters. PERFECTION.

What I didn’t love (Oh boy, sit down and grab a drink):

  1. Rory.
    Just Rory in general. And not because she was 32 and rootless, living a vagabond life. I actually liked that she didn’t have her shit together and didn’t know in which direction to go. In this day and age it is very realistic and I’m glad Rory is not the perfect 16yo we first met in the show. But the the whole Logan affair that ultimately resulted in an illegitimate child was just not for me. I hated it. Not necessarily the pregnancy, just how we got there. Am I supposed to believe Rory Gilmore, my Rory Gilmore, would be fine being the other woman like that? There were never actual signs that she was in love with Logan or Logan with her, it felt more like they were comfortable being with each other and it was simply fun. They didn’t want for their thing to be anything more than it actually was. “What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas”. Logan made it clear he wouldn’t have left his fiancée for her, so she was settling for second best there. And hell no. Just no. It was a disservice to the character of Rory, really.
    And don’t even get me started on how she treated that poor Paul guy. What happened to you Rory?

  2. ASP (almost) total dismissal of S7.
    Hadn’t it been for the mention of Chris and Lorelai’s wedding, none of what happened in it was taken into consideration. None of it. Good or bad. And I get ASP didn’t want to acknowledge it, but it was a year worth of storylines completely ignored and I think it did more damages than good, ultimately.

  3. Logan.
    He’d grown up so much in S7 and now he’s back to the little snobby cheating careless kid we met in S5. He asked Rory to marry him, am I supposed to believe he’s totally cool now with having her as nothing more than his mistress? The guy was in love with the girl, if I were a sophies shipper I’d be livid right now.

  4. Jess’ conclusion or lack thereof.
    If you want me to believe Jess, who’s literally the only character who’s got his shit together in this revival, is still pining for Rory after more than a decade, then I’m gonna need some follow through, some more intel at the very least.
    Otherwise, just keep it to yourself ASP. Please and thank you.

  5. Scott and Lauren’s chemistry.
    That’s the thing that probably hurt the most, aside from Rory.
    WHERE HAS THAT CHEMISTRY GONE? If we don’t count every scene in Fall and a couple more here and there, they’ve completely lost their sparkle and it made my heart ache. Some scenes were unbearable to watch because you could definitely tell something was missing there. Some scenes were great and it felt like no time had passed at all, but some others were painful to watch. Just painful.

  6. The whole Luke and Lorelai pre-fall story line.
    No bueno. So they’ve spent 9 years together with zero progress in their relationship and dealing with the same communication issues they’ve always dealt with? You’re telling me that after a whopping 11 years in total of relationship these two still make the same mistakes over and over? Well, THAT is disappointing.
    Didn’t they learn anything from the past? At all?
    Everything Emily says to Lorelai about Luke was SPOT ON, as much as it pains me to admit it. And you can definitely tell Luke would do anything to make her happy, he even says so himself at the end, but when will Lorelai do something for him?
    The whole baby talk/surrogacy thing drove me up the wall. So he wanted a child, never brought it up, she wanted him to have a child - their child,  never brought it up either. Now they’re 50 and childless. Great. Just fucking great.
    I mean…ASP should have given them that kid. They just should have opened the revival with a 8yo Gilmore-Danes kid running around and if Amy didn’t want them to have one, then fine, I can respect that, just spare me the whole “ooops, too little too late” thing because it broke my heart into a thousand pieces. I’m a nice person, I didn’t deserve that.

  7. The way Rory mourned Richard’s death.
    Did she mourn at all? Okay, except for the scene when she goes into Richard’s office and that one scene when she kisses the portrait, she seemed a bit unfazed by the passing of her beloved grandfather. Rory loved him to pieces and he loved her just as much and, maybe it was Alexis’ fault and not the Amy’s writing, but it just felt like Emily and Lorelai were having so much more of a hard time adjusting to life without Richard than Rory was. Made me really sad.


  9. Christopher’s existence.
    I did appreciate the fact that Amy officially patented him as an asshole though. That was nice. “It was supposed to happen that way,” oh give me a break! You weren’t there to raise Rory because you didn’t want to be there, not because it was supposed to happen. You were a joke of a father by your own choice. Shut up.

  10. April.
    As much as I was dreading seeing her, I knew we had to see her at some point, so I prepared myself. One would have thought the girl would have had more screen time and at least showed up for her father’s wedding. But I laughed my ass off at that scene at the dinner table, so she was good for something at least.

  11. The cameos (especially Peter Krause’s).
    Too many of them, didn’t really need them. Also, the whole Lorelai/ranger talk made me cringe, I get that they’re together in real life, but Lorelai was full on flirting with him and it was so inappropriate and as a java junkie shipper made me vomit a little in my mouth. Could have done without.

  12. Amy Sherman - Palladino’s stubbornness.
    Last but not least, I think what bothered me the most was exactly this. Don’t get me wrong: her show her rules.
    I learned that lesson the hard way in Partings already. If she wants to piss fans off she will and she wont even think about it twice. I respect that kind of integrity and I wouldn’t want her to refrain from exploring this world she created the way she wants to, just because she’s scared of making fans unhappy. You can’t please everybody, some people will always be unsatisfied and that’s okay. That’s life, no harm no foul.
    What I really don’t get is why she had to ignore completely season 7 and also make it feel like no time has passed at all in Stars Hollow. Let’s take Richard’s death aside for a moment, what the hell has happened in those 9 years for our girls? Nothing. Absolutely nothing. Many characters are in a stalemate. Lorelai didn’t get married to Luke, didn’t have any more children, didn’t do much at or with the Dragonfly, she’s exactly where we left her. Rory is jobless, homeless, still trying to figure out what to do with her life, 9 years later. Luke is the same old same old, which is in character but also…what the hell? Did time stop there? Hadn’t it been for Ed’s death - may he rest in peace - Amy would have had 0 ideas for a revival. What would have moved the plot ahead? I’m not sure she had this grand vision of how the show was supposed to end, after all.
    Also, I’m glad she stuck to her own ending and to the infamous “last 4 words” - again, I appreciate the artistic integrity - but it was a bit out of place here, in this context at least. So, correct me if I’m wrong, Rory is Lorelai 2.0? I spent 16 years watching this show, only to see the daughter make the same exact mistakes her mother did? And can we call a child “a mistake” even when the mother is a Yale graduate world traveler 32 year old? I don’t think so.
    It didn’t come full circle, not in the way it was intended to when Amy first thought of the last 4 words.
    Also, side note, those 4 words? Predictable as fuck. Just saying.

All in all, I loved going back to Stars Hollow. It was like coming back home after a long time. It comforted me, it made me laugh and it made me cry far too much, but I wouldn’t have had it any other way. Stars Hollow is home and always will be.

Was A Year In The Life perfect? No.
Was it everything I wanted it to be and more? Probably not.

But that is not what this show is about or was ever about.

If there is anything Amy Sherman-Palladino and this show have taught me is that life is not perfect, that I am allowed to make mistakes and screw up from time to time, that things don’t always go the way we planned and that’s okay.

So no the show didn’t live up to my unrealistic expectations, but then again neither does life. We take the good and deal with the bad the best we can.
So I’ll take the good, because there was SO much of it, it really outnumbered the stuff I didn’t love anyway. I enjoyed every single minute of those 6 hours and that’s what matters the most.

I never thought I’d get the chance to go back to Stars Hollow again. Ever. This was a gift, a blessing truly, and I am forever grateful to each and every person that has made this possible.

And now, let the third rewatch begin…

I smell snow… ❄

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