#backoffbub

[tomemyxxmen]

:｡･:*:･ﾟ’★,｡･:*:･ﾟ’☆ || @backoffbub || s.c.

"Fancy seein' you around. How long it's been?" She turned away, going back to her drink. "Then again, maybe I shouldn't assume you're the one I know. A lot of funny wormhole stuff going on these days."

[brutlist]

     "     𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐫𝐞 . the hell took you so long , get your claws stuck in the scratching post ?     “ 

@backoffbub​ // sc

[notchairforce]

    ❝ -- do i want to know what they did to deserve that? ❞ she hums, brows lifting as she glances down at the unconscious men on the floor. 

@backoffbub​  ♥’d for a starter

[murdcck]

“GOD, you smell like a junkyard... The metal, I mean, it has a smell.”

ONE-LINER SC \\ @backoffbub​

[bothsidesofaquestion]

@backoffbub​ said: Talk about Logan ;)

“He’s my best friend. Despite of what he says, I can drink more than him.. Healing factor my blue ass. That is cheating! Und, he is one of the most important people in my life, one of the few that accepted me the way I am and encouraged me to love myself as much as I do now a days. I will always thank him for that.”

[peptts]

     “ you can stay here as long as you’d like , logan . there’s no rush to leave . ”

@backoffbub​ liked for a starter !

[redsight]

a meme i don’t remember ; accepting ; @backoffbub

HONEST LAUGHTER COMES THROUGH, wrinkled nose and all at the words coming out of Logan’s mouth. hands on hips, eyebrows raise slightly over the visor to join into the amusement spreading through his features. “oh so you do care about me, bub.” and scott waste no time to make light fun of the way the other talks. “then again, considering how you are incapable of dying, logan, I doubt it. but i appreciate the sentiment.”

[thawedpatriot]

@backoffbub - liked for a skinny steve starter!

“look, pal, if there’s somethin’ i can do for you, let me know. otherwise, it’s rude to stare.”

[firefated]

                          “  what  if  we  just  run  away           logan?  ”     eyes  brimming  with  hot  tears,  she’s  on  the  verge  of    losing  control  mid -  monday  afternoon.   nervousness  causes  her  to  fidget  with  her  own  hands,    trying  her  best  to  refrain  from  looking  at  him    &    exposing  her   w e a k n e s s.    @backoffbub  sc.

[peacefulapostlearchive]

@backoffbub  ||  text messages  ||  ACCEPTING

                 [ 📱 — sms ] who's this?

[ TEXT -- UNKNOWN ] -- sounds as if you might have the wrong number. [ TEXT -- UNKNOWN ] -- anyone in particular you’re looking for.

[tomemyxxmen]

26)  receiver has been working too hard,  sender carries them away to force them to rest.

SOME PROMPTS FOR PICKING UP/CARRYING MUSES

:｡･:*:･ﾟ’★,｡･:*:･ﾟ’☆ || @backoffbub

In    his    mind,    he    hadn't    been    working    all    that    hard.    With    the    school    still    mostly    closed,    most    of    what    Charles    got    into    from    day    to    day    was    research.    He    was    always    looking    into    new    information    about    genetics,    comparing    his    own    findings    to    that    of    others.    Often    times    he    would    experiment    in    Hank's    lab    or    go    back    to    look    over    his    own    notes    and    add    new    findings.    It    kept    him    busy,    but    in    the    good    way.    Or    rather,    it    beat    drinking    his    life    away    and    pining    over    someone    who    had    clearly    moved    on    with    his    life.    Hank,    for    all    of    his    disapproving    looks,    never    had    much    to    say    about    the    overworking    thing.    Because    even    Hank    knew    that    this    was    better    than    the    alternative.

But    Logan    was    not    Hank.    Despite    the    fact    that    Charles    hadn't    seen    him    in    months,    Logan's    presence    was    always    felt    when    he    returned    'home'.    Where    Hank    would    let    many    a    things    slide,    Logan    was    no    such    guy.    He    took    one    look    at    Charles    and    decided    he    had    worked    enough    for    the    day.

"Alright    Chuck.    Up    ya    go."

Charles    didn't    have    time    to    think    about    what    was    happening.    In    one    quick    series    of    actions,    Logan    had    pushed    the    chair    from    behind    his    desk    and    was    scooping    him    in    his    arms.    Those    big    blue    eyes    of    Charles'    widened,    his    features    showing    signs    of    one    who    looked    rather    affronted.

"H--hey!    You---    you    stay    gone    for    months    on    end    and    the    first    thing    you    do    upon    returning    is    drag    me    away    from    my    work?!"    He    huffed.    "Put    me    down!    You    do    realize    I    can    walk?"

"I'm    back    and    no,    I    will    not.    Not    yet."

And    of    course    he    had    one    of    those    disgusting,    cigars    in    his    mouth;    a    sweet    tasting    bad    habit    of    his    that    Charles    would    sooner    snuff    out    the    moment    Logan    had    his    back    turned.    For    now,    he    could    only    huff,    turning    his    head    away    and    feeling    very    much    like    a    child    who    was    just    reprimanded    for    not    doing    the    right    thing.    This    was    foul…    even    if    this    was…    lowkey…    somewhat,    in    a    weird    way,    kind    of    him.    At    least    he    cared    of    his    well    being    right?    Still…    he    shifted    in    his    arms    as    Logan    ascended    the    staircase    grateful    Hank    was    not    seeing    this.    He    shuddered    to    think    of    the    look    he'd    get.

"Tch.    Come    on,    Logan.    What    else    am    I    to    do    if    not    bury    myself    in    paperwork?    You    know    this    place    is    practically    a    mausoleum    now.    Tis    nothing    but    ghosts    haunting    these    walls.    I    need    the    distraction.    You    don't    know    what    it's    like    being    here    and    not    working."

[southernbellc]

backoffbub started following you

        ❝ Well ain’t you a sight for sore eyes! ❞ A bright smile is offered to her comrade in arms, her friend. But she couldn’t help but wonder where he’d been and why he’d chosen to finally come home. ❝ So, what’s up sugah? Ah reckon there’s a story waitin’ to be told. ❞

[cptsrogers-archive]

@backoffbub said: “you okay?”

steve on the rooftop || not accepting

He really shouldn’t be agonizing over this as much as he is. It’d just been suggested that he change up the uniform a bit. Tony had new body armor formulas, it was just up to Steve to figure out the actual design of the suit. It was important that he stayed recognizable. The red, white, and blue were solid colors to stick with. The cowl was staying. He needed a belt. Star on the chest was iconic, as was the “A” on his forehead. But everything else was... kind of up in the air. Hell, even the shades of the colors could be changed--deeper blues and reds would be better, probably, than something bright, but it would also draw attention across the battlefield if he went with more vibrant colors. And did he want pure white, or something more ivory, or even champagne?

“What am I, a bride?” He muttered, frowning at his sketchpad as he erased part of the new design. Maybe he should just let his new costume be identical to the last one. Not everything needed a new look. Rubbing his forehead, Steve turned to look at Logan, shrugging before looking back down at his sketchpad. “I guess. Tony wants the new suit designs by tomorrow, but I’m just not happy with anything I create. There’s a million shades of blue and about half of them would be just fine.”

[eldingaesir]

@backoffbub - Lyric Starter Call Rectifier - RA

“I’m afraid of the ghosts that can see me.        They know my thoughts, they read my mind. Beside myself I judge my condition.         I close my eyes, but can’t go blind.     I’m feeling all the heat, all the chaos.            It’s gotten underneath my skin!      So far to go to reach absolution... My sanity, my soul runs thin.”

[bothsidesofaquestion]

@backoffbub​ liked for a tiny starter! | accepting

“Excuse me, that’s my beer.”

[butscrewmefirst]

     it’s been years since she’s seen logan , years since she’s HEARD from him . it’s why she’s rendered speechless at the sight of him in her hotel lobby . it must be a trick of the mind . . . that’s the only explanation . standing at the top of the balcony of the blue parrot lounge she’ll overlook the main area of the lobby in silence , the male standing at the check-in desk . in a voice barely above a whisper , she speaks his name .     “ logan . ”     eyes are filling with tears already , but the countess attempts to blink them away . if he’s listening she knows he’s heard her .

@backoffbub liked for a starter !