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LOUDER !🗣🗣🗣🗣

Biker! Logan who spends his days traveling on the road but always seems to find his way to a specific diner with a specific waitress because unlike other places she smiles when he walks in and doesn’t hold him in contempt for being what he is.

Biker! Logan who always makes sure he has a nice tip for her at the end of the night, who stays with her until closing because he knows the area is kinda shady and he can smell the fear on her even if she plays the part of the brave employee.

Biker! Logan who tells her stories of his travels while she sits enraptured, never having left her small little town. One day she asks if he could take her for a drive someday, and his answer?

“Why not now, darling?”

Biker! Logan who swings you into his iron beast with one arm, careful to make sure you’re comfortable. He doesn’t miss how wide your eyes get at the display of strength, an impressive swell of pride in his chest.

Biker! Logan who is far, far too on edge when your arms wrap around his waist, when your body leans against his back, when he can smell your body wash every time you move.

Biker!Logan who has to end the drive early, managing to drop you off at your house while being grateful it’s dark enough that you can’t see his hard-on pressing against his jeans.

Biker!Logan who falls asleep with his nose buried in his jacket, inhaling the remnants of your scent as he fists his cock, damn near animalistic as he imagines it’s you stroking him.

Biker!Logan who makes it a regular habit of taking you out on a drive, relishing in your soft hands on his body, then cumming his brains out at the thought of fucking you on his bike.

how do we feel about an x reader where you just wanna forget about this whole big city life for the new year and find a ranch that's hiring a house maid in way (idk) ! guess who lives in that house!!! three extremely hot (way too hot for their age) cowboys (or whatever): Joel Miller, Logan Howlett and Arthur Morgan 😈😈😈 Should I write it??

Hugh Jackman Fic Recs

Patience Wears Thin - @reidsworld smut

Kid? - @not-neverland06

Honey - @bpmiranda smut

This is Ours - @d1stalker smut

Ravish - @l0vergirlsw0rld smut

Old Enough - @bpmiranda smut

In My Head - @bpmiranda smut

Lumberjack Logan - @cyber333angel smut

Professor - @logansdoll

Shy - @loonylupinblack3

Across The Bar - @vivs-fics smut

I'm Not In Love - @imaginedisish smut

Unchained Melody - @imaginedisish smut

We're Dating? - @not-neverland06

Nothing's Gonna Hurt You Baby - @imaginedisish smut

Always Watching - @bpmiranda smut

Close To You - @imaginedisish smut

Liquid Smooth - @imaginedisish smut

Sweet Like Honey - @bruhstories smut

Broken Promises - @not-neverland06 smut

Not Sweet - @bpmiranda smut

I wanna be yours - @dollfacefantasy smut

Little Red - @lovelybucky1 smut

Room For Rent - @proxima-writes smut

Knuckle Velvet - @ohcaptains smut

Like A Goddamn Prayer - @reidsfilm smut

Gotta save it hereeee

The Bodyguard

Chapter I

Chapter II

Chapter III

Chapter IV

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The Bodyguard IV |l. howlett|

A/N: slow burn, friends to lovers, bodyguard!logan x original character, 21y/o f!character, mentions of organized crime, drug use, suggestiv

Chapter V

Chapter VI

Chapter VII

That was the only way I could get the fourth chapter to link and I dislike that it is not uniform😭

midas ghost!!

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"Alive but Forgotten"

We live today in a world of silence, a heavy silence that is slowly killing us. I see my younger siblings, their ages ranging from 3 to 7 years old, passing by with innocent eyes filled with questions I cannot answer. They hide behind me when they see a stranger, afraid of the unknown. My mother, who suffers from chronic illnesses, cannot even stand without help. She has not found anyone to extend a hand, and each time her condition worsens, I feel helpless.

My father, who was once a symbol of strength, is now a shadow of a man, broken and unable to bear the burdens after losing everything. He worked his whole life to provide us with a decent life, but today, we have nothing but rubble and the camps we move between, with memories that grow darker each day.

What I ask for is not money, nor material help, but something simpler. I just want someone to feel our existence, to remember us with even a word, a small gesture that revives hope in us that we are still a part of this world. Our messages are met with silence, as if we no longer exist, as if we are no longer part of life.

Every day, we live in the shadow of devastation, inside a room in a school that has turned into a shelter, its walls insufficient to provide privacy and fresh air to breathe life into us. We now share this space with other families, each carrying their own pain and worries. As for the children, they do not know what it means to have a home, nor do they understand what loss is. Whenever they look at my mother, they run to her, asking her to tell them a story about the future, not realizing that all my mother has left to tell them is sorrow.

Friends, our pain is not in the loss of things, but in the loss of existence, in becoming unheard. Sometimes, I stop to wonder: Are we still alive? Are we still part of this world? Our messages are met with silence, and our dreams have faded along with the ruins of the homes that no longer exist.

I no longer ask for anything except for someone to feel our presence, to ask about us, to remember us, even with a word. If our words touch your hearts, all we need is for you to share with us, to show the world that we are still here.

We ask for nothing except for you to raise our voices, to bring hope back to us, and to be a part of our story that we are trying to write with our trembling hands and souls still holding on to a thread of hope.

Sharing this story could be the difference between life and death for us.

If you help spread our story, you will be giving us hope to survive, hope for life amidst all this destruction. We’re not asking for more than to be remembered, to be reminded that we’re still here.

[Donation link here]

Thank you for your attention, and for being the hope that could bring us back to life.

My campaign is legitimate and fully documented. You can verify this through the following links:

🔹 Shab Hussein

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🔹 Gazavetters My number is 5 on the list.

Every support or share makes a big difference and restores hope in our lives.

Thank you for your care and support, which gives us the strength to continue.

Anyone who reblogs this post will have their user written on a poster saying "We Stand With Palestine" that I hope to put up somewhere in the village I live in, or the town that the village is next to.

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It is weird, indeed, that I miss having my hands cold, fingers purple and shaky breath because of the shattering cold in the middle of december. I miss it 'cause I knew you'd come with yours, to collapse with mine, and warm them under murmured words of love.

Maybe even weirder that I loved your hands cupping my prune cheeks perfectly, as crystal flakes of snow wet my hair. And just how you looked at me,even though I looked horrible in the night...somehow, your blue eyes saw me so magestic, trough a lens.

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"Even in the night, see? Even here you are beautiful. You're my girl. My beautiful girl."

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That's how you sang to me. In cold nights of December, after school and after theatre hours on Fridays. I've signed my name across your heart once, and signed it deep. So it remains there, no matter how much you try to change the heart that I wrote it on.

If it is like this, if this is the truth...Then why did you leave? With your heart still bleeding from the blade that I signed myself in..?! You still longed for me when your ego decided for you; that's why you bled.

Now who will kill my grief in the snow, just how Mother Nature soothes the pain of a dead dove by sinking it deep into soil?

Will you let me falter again and again and in the freezing cold, staring from a close distance...yet not moving an inch?

Now I love Winter...because of you. For as long as we were one, together, I loved it. Because it felt just like looking at you, like touching you, like speaking to you. Now's why the cold didn't hurt me, it welcomed me. Why the snow was warm to my palms, like your face was in them. Why the taste of snow was like your lips slick on mine. Why the cascades of winds surrounded me, just.like.your voice...praising me.

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"Yeah she's..she's just a girl in my class. Her name's ______ or something..."

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A/N:Okay I know, it's just me blabbering about long lost love (silly me😭) I still cannot let go off sometimes.

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I indetify as Beyond/spiderverse....for now /j (WHY ISN'T THE MOVIE HERE YET??😩)

Miles