Reanimator Inspired Mixed Media Art Piece?!😟😎🤓I Mean I Guess😏

haven’t made an edit in so long and i really wanted to share so enjoy this ig

I Forgot how good fresh air is. Shits crazy

Ok I wasn’t serious you weren’t acutely supposed to match my freak calm down dude

As a society we don’t have enough respect for magicians. We really are baby’s to them

part two to this but can be read alone

when their relationship first shifted from begrudging to friendly to something else, wade had expected to have to fight for it. he thought it was going to be claws and teeth and knives and guns and goading the wolverine until he finally gave in and admitted his feelings.

he was very wrong. so wrong, in fact, that he was blindsided when logan was the one to make the first move.

they spent all of their time together to the point that they eventually just quit pretending to want to sleep apart. wade abandoned his spot in the bedroom with althea to join logan on the cramped sofa bed. it started innocently enough - they would stay up late watching a movie, and wade would just stay in the living room instead of going to bed. this happened a couple of nights a week (they really spent that much time together) for approximately two weeks before wade just started climbing into the sofa bed at night without pretense. he always made sure to keep to his side, scared to push what he thought was a delicate balance too far and lose it altogether.

wade was almost too cautious of their peculiar relationship. as much as he wanted to jump the wolverine's bones or cuddle up to his chest in the night, he was too afraid of driving the other man away. wade knew he was annoying; of course, he knew that. it was kind of his whole schtick. most people could barely stand him, and he knew that logan's tolerance levels were even lower still. at least, that's what he got from their time in the void.

sure, logan had been much calmer and kinder since he had agreed to stay with wade and al (and mary, possibly the most important household member). and yeah, maybe he smiled fondly when wade ran his mouth incessantly instead of plunging his claws through the merc's throat. and, okay, sometimes wade catches logan looking at him with the softest look in his eyes.

but still. the mercenary wasn't willing to sacrifice the friendship he had with the only person in the world that he would never have to say goodbye to. as long as he didn't fuck this up, that is.

so, you can imagine his surprise when the two had settled into bed one night (after a marathon of real housewives because, for whatever reason, logan was obsessed with the trash tv) and he felt a heavy arm wrap around him.

he had been laying on his side, facing away from logan, with mary curled up by his legs. wade was a fitful sleeper and knew it wouldn't be long before his shifting legs and flailing arms sent the dog to find a more comfortable arrangement, but he loved that she still chose to snuggle up against him while she could. that was normal, though. what wasn't normal was the face pressed into the nape of his neck, or the arm circling his waist, or the hand resting on his chest. wade felt frozen, sure that him moving or speaking would send whatever this was off kilter and result in him sleeping in al's room again.

(side note: when had it become al's room? he lived here too, dammit, and even if he didn't sleep in the room anymore it's still his as much as it is hers.)

(it was al's room.)

thank god he didn't have to sit in his fear for long before logan spoke, his voice rumbling against wade, warm breath fanning over his neck.

"this is okay, right?" that brought wade right back to life. the thought of logan questioning this was enough to kick him into gear. he placed his hand over logan's on his own chest and shifted backwards into the other man's warmth.

"of course it is, peanut." his voice was barely louder than a whisper, perhaps still unwilling to break the moment. "it's perfect."

maybe it wasn't the frenzied fight-turned-makeout-session-turned-fuckfest that wade had imagined it would be, but maybe it was even better. and besides, this was only the beginning. they had forever to figure out the rest.

Having a wide music taste is so funny sometimes cause like I was watching the second maze runner movie with my sister, and Walkin’ after midnight by Patsy Cline came on and I said “oh this song FUCKS HARD!” and she just kinda looked at me like 🫤

I can’t fucking wait for pizza

It's to stroke his ego, yeah bill, yeah buddy

Continuation of this comic :D

Bro, what the fuck?

No wonder Bill fell hard and assumed that Ford would be into causing the apocalypse together with him. If my man Ford was dropping casual lines like these in Bill's presence, no wonder he would assume that this was a man made of co-galactic-chaos-god-king material.

I love how TBOB turned Ford's "I was an innocent and naive scientist tricked by a cruel master manipulator" into "Oh, he was definitely tempted to go down hand in unlovable hand!" Like yes, clearly he still has moral framework that Bill doesn't, but I'm sure that there are dark hours of the night where Ford almost wishes he didn't.

Sleep walk animatic

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