Logan: I did it! I memorized everything in the book! I'm gonna ace this test!
Wade: Ok, Logan, I'll give you one more question before you go. What ended in 1918?
Logan: 1917.
Wade: ...You're ready.
Mm.. Slaxl rot..
I’ll never get over, god I forget here I heard it from; but Axl admitting that his happiest moments where when him and Slash were jumping around on the beds or messing around in his house :(
Slash just.. Healing this inner child of Axl’s, as everyone knows Axl didn’t have the best.. childhood per se…..
And slash being this childish outlet for him especially when they lived together they were locked in by the hip, sharing the bed ect ect.
Their little late night talks where Axl would just put his head on Slash’s shoulder and ramble about something, literally anything— Shit like “There was this pretty butterfly outside, it landed on my hand.”
It’s just the most intimate moments that literally nobody would believe Slash if he ever mentioned them. It’s undeniably Axl has a reputation, he is an asshole— that’s not something that can be denied he’s not great.
But slash just ADORES him, he sees those moments where Axl is .. Himself, where he can feel safe and that’s so so rare :((
God .. Slash cig in mouth drink in hand just silently falling asleep to the man’s voice UGHH they’re so cute and for what
Honestly one can interpret the Music video for November Rain as super gay
(origins)Victor Creed anti-discrimination rant #369
So, for the amount of hate Origins gets just for how they portrayed deadpool, guess what?! He gets a funkopop and jimmy gets a funkopop, and everyone gets a funkopop - but no, not Vic.
Why bother, amiright? VictorCreedwho? Ruggedmancat bar scene where? Prowly darkcoated catmanwho?
At least a Vic to go with this Jimmy. It could've been nice. Just a reminder how nice, below:
okay but imagine being head over heels for a girl, having her ask you to get her off with a vibrator, actually going through with it, and laying down in her bed together with a glass of post coitus chocolate milk between you only for her to tell you that she doesn't want to die a virgin and needs to fuck some random asshole before she goes. like girl was your pussy not involved in the sex we just had or does that not count because I haven't gone to my phalloplasty appointment yet?
What about a crack a/b/o fic where the Time Ripper gives Wade a/b/o characteristics bc Logan had them in his universe and they both freak out about it?
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Wade suddenly leaned close to Logan’s neck—making his hackles immediate rise. It’d been awhile since anyone dared to get close enough to scent Logan, but he was familiar with the entitled behavior. Alphas sniffing around whenever they wanted— sticking their noses in places they shouldn’t.
“Ooo nice cologne! It’s really giving Canadian wild man,” Wade said and leaned away, smiling like he hadn’t just rudely violated Logan’s space. It’s not like he could possible know it reeked of alpha behavior.
Logan glared at him, wary. “I’m not wearing any cologne.”
“Riiiight,” Wade drawled, “so you just naturally smell like freshly fallen snow and pine trees?”
And a subtle hint of burning wood and tobacco, but Wade wasn’t going to mention that. It was obvious Logan smoked like a chimney.
Every bone in Logan’s body tensed. “Yeah? I just smell like this.”
Wade paused; a rare occurrence of thinking before he spoke. If Logan wasn’t yanking his chain, it probably had to do with his mutation. Honestly, Wade expected him to smell more like a wet dog, given the ‘wild animal’ accusations, but he wasn’t complaining. It smelled like the cologne an actor down on their luck would advertise to remind the world of how sexy and manly they were. If Logan chose to douse himself in the Sexy ManTM cologne and hide it under the sink, Wade wasn’t going to throw a fit.
In fact, he might thank him for it. The whole apartment had the smell of Canadian wilderness, just on the side of forest fire. Logan must have sprayed the place (and he meant either literally with a bottle of cologne or like Mary Puppins did sometimes when she felt territorial- if Logan was telling the truth).
“Wow,” Wade said, deciding to let it go just because Logan’s shoulders were up to his ears and his knuckles were tight in a fist.
A sore spot maybe. He wouldn’t question it, even though he really wanted to. Didn’t mean Wade wasn’t going to tease him, though.
“God really does pick favorites, huh?”
Logan huffed and grumbled under his breath, “It’s given me more trouble than it’s worth. Not exactly a gift.”
Logan scent was always potent. Smelly, to most— intoxicating to some. People couldn’t decide if they resented him just for existing and smelling the way he did or if his potent scent gave them a free pass to treat him like he was for sale. More subtle smelling omegas usually got by unnoticed, but nothing about Logan was subtle or allowed him to fly under the radar.
Wade didn’t seem to know what to make of the comment, looking as if he would vocalize a stream of question marks if he could. (How on earth could naturally smelling like the sexiest man alive be a bad thing??) Logan felt a stab of envy, thinking about how lucky Wade was living without the cloud of pheromones in the air and the countless rules based on secondary genders.
Logan also didn’t know what to think about the fact that Wade was only now saying something about his scent. Since he landed in this universe, he was under the impression that no one had pheromones and therefore, no one smelled them either. He decided he’d ask Althea about it tomorrow.
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I actually have a whole au about it if anyone is interested in this crack idea
Title: Royals Chapter 1
Summary: Tommy’s hiding a secret from the rest of the band. He hoped it would never come out, but somehow, it did.
Warnings: Maybe just some language for this chapter
AN: Hi guys! So this fic is nowhere near done, but I need some motivation to work on it so I decided to post this first chapter. Feedback will be very appreciated!
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Hello everyone!
This fic is inspired by Angst prompt 5 of this post: “My heart tells me to kiss you, my head tells me to walk away.” The amazing @saint-of-los-angeles helped me with it and if you haven’t, go check her works because she’s amazing!
Pairing: Nikki x Tommy, Terrorcest Warnings: mention of drugs and lots of angst
Summary: It’s Tommy’s wedding and Nikki has to cope with the idea of losing the love of his life.
Tommy’s wedding was, indeed, supposed to be a day of celebration.
But what’s the point of celebrating the loss of the person you love the most in the world?
All dressed in white, Tommy Lee looked like the most beautiful creature Sixx had ever seen, an angel sent straight from heaven just for Nikki. Nikki knew every single inch of the skin underneath those clothes, the tattoos he loved to trace, the taste of the salt on Tommy’s body. He knew the shades of Tommy’s voice, the way they changed when he smiled, or when he cried.
Despite all of this, Nikki was there, in a stupid black and white tux that he hated, looking at his life-long love marrying another person.
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Slack is lowkey suck a mood sometimes
Pretty boys ❤️