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honest to god if you want to be my friend just skip the awkward phase. send me a meme and call me a bitch. do it in the name of friendship

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when you want to write something really deep but it ends up sounding like

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friend: you should watch that

me: i definitely will!

narrator: she never watched it

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marvel moodboard | james “logan” howlett 

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requested by @fayefayevalentine

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"Fine, fine.” he repeated with a compromising, yet aggravated tone as the car motioned towards a gas station up a few feet ahead. “If it’ll help the mood swings—” Logan openly rationalized as they turned left into the rundown gas station instead. No doubt, a sad excuse for a rest stop, but like hell was he about to turn around for Cyclops’s stomach. “We can load up on one of those breakfast burritos, or whatever the hell they call `em.  I didn’t sign on to ‘driving Miss Daisy’.” 

Now parked, he scrambled around for a crinkled $20 bill in one of his pockets, handing it over. “Here.” 

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      ❝ And do what— leave it to you to fix this mess? ❞

       They had been on the road for all of 48 hours and the trail had already run cold, and Mr. — ‘I can smell it’ didn’t seem to be picking up any specific trail. Scott was beginning to wonder how reliable that trait actually was.           Pick your battles Summers, he thought to himself as he decided to reach for a more attainable goal.

     ❝ Look— I saw a Waffle House a few miles back, and if we’re gonna keep following your nose and nothing else, then I’m gonna need some smothered hash browns first. ❞

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@blindedxthelight

thank

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“ Two days on the road, only one meal, and hardly any sleep. “

@blindedxthelight​   ↬  C Y C L O P S.

What was this, a stat report on the obvious? Logan shot him a look. The comment had been acknowledged, yeah, but he’d nothing to add in response to it, either. 

           “ Well, no one forced you to come to this thing— ”               

 his tone fell then and there. what he really wanted, was to tell cyclops to quit his bitching, but for the sake of preserving some peace and quiet (god forbid), logan decided to leave it for him to piece together on his own.

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GENERAL

“Can you walk?”

“How did this happen?”

“What the hell happened?”

“I hit my head.”

“Did you hit your head?”

“Can you hear me?”

“Don’t close your eyes, stay awake!”

“Come on, stay with me!”

“No no no no no!”

“You shot me!”

“I didn’t mean to shoot you!”

“You stabbed me!”

“I didn’t mean to stab you!”

“Take the knife out!”

“Don’t take the knife out!”

“It was an accident!”

“That/this wasn’t an accident!”

“That looks broken.”

“I think my leg/arm is broken.”

“That doesn’t look good.”

“Am I going to die?”

“You’re not going to die!”

“Calm down!”

“Don’t panic!”

“I can’t help you if you don’t let me!”

BLOOD

“Are you bleeding?”

“Don’t move, you’re bleeding.”

“Is that blood?”

“Whose blood is that?”

“That’s a lot of blood.”

“Do you know how to get bloodstains out?”

“Why do you know how to get bloodstains out?”

“Damn, I got blood on my shirt.”

“Don’t move, you’re losing blood!”

“I won’t let you bleed out!”

“You have blood on your face.”

“I swear to god, if you get blood on me…”

“What’s your blood type?”

“Why in the hell would you need to know my blood type?”

WOUNDS

“That cut is nasty.”

“You have a massive gash in your arm/leg!’

“Don’t touch it!”

“Don’t move, you’ll only make it worse!”

“I’ll get some bandages.”

“You’re going to need stitches.”

“That looks infected…”

“Did you get bit by something?”

“There’s no exit wound, the bullet is still in you.”

“There’s an exit wound, the bullet went through you.”

AFTERCARE

“How are you feeling?”

“How does it feel?”

“It’s still not healed, but it’s getting there.”

“Let’s go home.”

“I just want to go home.”

“Let’s get you into the bathtub.”

“We need to change your bandages soon.”

“Get some sleep, okay?”

“You need to eat something, you’ve been through a lot today.”

“I’ll check up on you in a bit.”

“You’re going to be fine. I promise.”

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* angsty starters

‘ i don’t feel good.’

‘ get away from me.’

‘ hang on, i’ve got you.’

‘ let’s try and bring that fever down.’

‘ we need to get you warm.’

‘ i’m mad at myself.’

‘ you have to wake up.’

‘ we don’t stop fighting.’

‘ shh, everything’s okay. you’re safe.’

‘ i can’t keep my eyes open.’

‘ you lied to me.’

‘ i thought i could save you.’

‘ you don’t know how to love anything.’

‘ i trusted you and you fucked it up.’

‘ don’t say that. you’re going to be fine.’

‘ no, you don’t get to stand there and pretend a hug makes it all okay.’

‘ i hate you! ’

‘ it hurts inside and you feel alone.’

‘ i can’t do anything right.’

‘ fuck you! ’

‘ hey, don’t be sad. i’m just a little sick.’

‘ you can’t leave me.’

‘ i wanted to make you proud.’

‘ you have to calm down. your heart’s beating way too fast.’

‘ i miss our talks.’

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   “So you’re already smuggling booze into the school,” he stated as more of an observation than an accusation. Only the faintest trace of a smile flitted across his face as his head shook at Logan’s triumphant tone. “I guess I should just be thankful that you’re not a student.” He muttered, almost as an afterthought. Scott was honestly a little taken aback as Logan seemed to extend a invitation to join him. His contemplation was apparent as he glanced in the direction Logan indicated, before adding a brief shrug of his shoulders. “If you can’t beat ‘em, right?” 

   Logan had to give it to him, because he was actually surprised. His first impression had already made the assumption he was about to be policed by ‘debbie downer’. But, apparently he’d been the schmuck here for putting the writing on the walls too early into the game. That silent observation alone instantly changed his attitude, and with ease. “Yeah, that, and this one’s a notch up from a case of bud lights—” he made an emphasis on adding to it, “at room temperature.” The way he saw it? All students smuggled in cheap, light beers that went stale and warm from being stashed away in their closets. Either way, it was more an implication that this was the good stuff, and worth some appreciation. 

“At best, I’d say you earned one— `specially after a day in this place.” Being in charge of these kids had practically exhausted him in one day, and he hadn’t even actually taken on any of the responsibility. 

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Cyclops: This is not the time to blame Logan.

Wolverine: Thank you. Finally.

Cyclops: There will be plenty of time to blame Logan later, when this is resolved.

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