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Here he is!

Oh my gosh, he's literally the cutest!! I should use the minimal crochet skills I possess to make one too, thank you for sharing :))

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I commissioned a plush of X-Men Evolution Logan. Want me to send a picture of him to you in a bit?

Aw, I'd really like to see him so that would be nice, yeah :))

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In addition to exams that are kicking my ass, my mental health is also rapidly declining so idk when you guys are going to actually see a close to coherent thought/fic from me😭 Really sorry for the one anon whose request has been sitting in my drafts for over a month :(

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Wishing I could give old man Logan the biggest, tightest hug rn. Like holding on for dear life gripping the back of his wife pleaser type hug. Scared to lose you but too scared to say it type hug. I just want him to know he's loved, he deserves the world :((

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Here's my first attempt at drawing Logan in X-Men: Evolution style!

It was a little difficult not drawing the lines on his face that I'm used to using to show his facial structure but I'm fairly satisfied with how his face came out anyway.

Drawing him was kinda funny to me cuz he's obviously attractive to me now but I know I wouldn't have liked him at all if I had watched the show as a kid. Younger me would've thought he looked old and scary especially cuz of his claws🤣🤣

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Hey guys, I haven't been posting because these last few weeks of this school year have been excruciating for me :( Just a little apology and a reminder that I don't have much time to write and I won't have it for the next 3 weeks💔

Once I'm free though I'm getting right back to writing, thanks for the patience everyone<33

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Above image is a pride flag with every color band represented by a NASA image. White is Earth clouds, pink is aurora, blue is the Sun in a specific wavelength, brown is Jupiter clouds, black is the Hubble deep field, red is the top of sprites, orange is a Mars crater, yellow is the surface of Io, green is a lake with algae, blue is Neptune, and purple is the Crab Nebula in a specific wavelength.

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💙💛 Happy Wolverine Wednesday💛💙

Here's Part 2 of the Purring Logan headcanons I wrote. It's not perfect but I tried my best and eventually I'll figure out how to make my writing better🤓

Purring Logan Part 2

For this one I wrote Logan as a close friend or lover depending on what you, the readers, want. I tried my best to write him somewhat ambiguously this way but I may lean more towards him being a romantic interest in the future.

Also you don't necessarily have to have read the first part to understand this part but it might give a bit more context behind how I think his purring works and how he feels about it

When Logan met you he finally managed to lose count of the amount of times he's purred from pure contentment and comfort

It takes him a while but at some point in your relationship (platonic or romantic) he lets you know about his uncontrollable purring and what triggers it

Of course hearing this you make it your sworn duty to hear Logan purr, bonus points if you're the reason why it happens😁

One day Logan returns home after a particularly difficult mission (he was hit point blank with a shotgun which left him awfully sore) and plops down on your bed next to you after taking a shower

(He knows you don't like it when he gets on the bed with his dirty outside clothes, what a gentleman😌)

Usually after he comes home from a mission he sits to chat with you about what you both got up to that day until dinner

Today isn't one of those days

He's on his stomach with his face smooshed into the pillow as silent as a lamb

His position and the vibe of "I've had a rough day" you get from him gives you an idea so you whisper in his ear before getting up to get get something from your dresser

"Stay still", he grunts in response and makes no moves to get up

You grab a bottle of baby oil and put it on the nightstand next to his side of the bed

Gently you climb on top of his bottom trying to be considerate of his aching body by digging your knees into the bed beside his hips and distributing your weight

"Lift up a little", you order as he raises himself onto his elbows and you slide his tank top off with no protest

He trusts you deeply enough to let you do whatever you want to him knowing that you would never hurt him (if it's not what he wanted😏)

Sometimes you wonder why he even bothers wearing shirts with how hairy his whole body is (you've compared him to a shag carpet before and so he responded by grabbing your face and rubbing his stubble all over you.... ouch😓)

Warming the oil between your palms, you start with his lower back and immediately find out that you have your work cut out for you

The muscles of his back are as stiff as a board and riddled with knots so you press your whole weight into the heels of your palms and start kneading from inside going outwards

His breathing is slow and peaceful as you work your way up his back running your fingers through his hair causing goosebumps all over his skin

It's when you reach the middle of his broad upper back when you feel the soft vibrating start and you've IMMEDIATELY clocked what's going on

As you continue your movements the vibration gets stronger until you reach his shoulders and neck (his worst problem areas whenever you give him a massage)

That's when the purring truly peaks and you can hear it clearly from the depths of his throat

Oh you are definitely going to enjoy this for as long as you can😏

You desperately want to start giggling, maybe even tease him a little but you dare not knowing how insecure he feels about it and not wanting to betray his trust

So you keep going until you reach the very top of his neck where his hair starts and pause your actions...

Slowly you lean down to listen cuz his purring has gotten more soft and gentle most likely cuz he's half asleep now

You note that he doesn't sound exactly like a cat. Instead his purring has it's own unique sound where you can hear traces of his deep, gravelly voice coming through

His voice already brings you such comfort but combining it with catlike purring? You are surely enjoying every second

(Yes you considered recording it. No you didn't end up doing it cuz you knew Logan would never let you leave in one piece knowing you have that audio clip)

After a minute of just listening to his quiet purring as it fades out and feeling his now smooth body vibrate through your palms he mumbles,

"You done already?"

"Yeah but I can keep going if you want?" egging him on in hopes that you can get him to continue purring

"Nah it's fine but I appreciate it a lot" he thanks you as you move to sit back on the bed next to him

He yawns and does a big stretch (such a kitty cat fr😽) muscles tensing and relaxing as he slowly presses up onto his arms

Only when he's fully sat up does he spot the huge grin plastered on your face while you bat your eyelashes at him innocently

"...Not a word about this bub"

"About what? :3"

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Wolverine and the X-Men #10 (2011)

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“Why have I been activated?”

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Cosplay by me!

Photographer: IG @maddyhobbsphoto

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I loved your Logan fic about the dog but it made me so sad he didn’t bring back Bella along with the puppy because reader loved her so much!! Would love a sequel to this haha

New Family Member

Old man Logan with a puppy hcs (aka bundle of joy part 2)

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Hey, anon, thanks so much for the request! I'm actually surprised Bundle of Joy blew up as much as it did, I'm really happy to see you guys enjoyed it as much as to want a pt2, so I shall deliver - here are some hcs about what Old Man Logan would be like with a puppy :))

P.S: This post is a pt2 to this fic :)

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☀︎ After you guys had to give up Bella and her pups, you were devastated. Like, you understood that it had to happen - that you and Logan couldn't feed 8 more teeny tiny puppies (even if they were the cutest!!), that you couldn't give them a good life. Giving them over to the animal shelter was the best thing you could do, for both the little pups and their mother.

☀︎ But God, you couldn't help but feel crushed by the reality. You'd gotten so attached to Bella in only a month or two, that it was really hard to let go of her. Now there were no more nights with a sleepy dog curled up next to you and your husband. There were no 7pm walks with Laura (she was all too excited to come along). No giggles when you caught Logan with Bella napping on his lap while he read, no big, brown, hopeful eyes to look up at you every time you were eating. You missed it all too much.

☀︎ And so did Laura. Even if she didn't admit it, the kid also got used to having a furball to cottle - scratch under the ears or carefully stroke, even help her with getting on the couch occasionally.

☀︎ You might've cried. And Laura might've held your hand, even if both of you knew it was okay, you were just emotional.

☀︎ But then...

☀︎ Then, Logan came home. Just having driven Bella and the puppies to their new home, where they could be properly taken care of.

☀︎ But he doesn't come home alone - he comes home carrying a teeny tiny puppy, laying peacefully in his palm, big brown eyes looking around curiously, getting used to the environment. Just like Bella did the first time.

☀︎ Up until now, you were kind of dreading your husband coming back home, because it meant that everything was finalized, that all hopes of getting Bella back were gone. But the moment you see him carrying one of her pups with him, you immediately go from surprised to smiling from ear to ear.

☀︎ The next 2-3 minutes consist of you trying to hold back literal tears of cuteness while cooing both at the little furball and at the sight of the big bad and rough Wolverine holding a puppy in his big palm so delicately. Oh, and thanking Logan for his decision with a rather enthusiastic and long and smiley kiss on the lips.

☀︎ When Laura gets called in the living room by you and sees you and Logan sitting on the couch plus one of the curious and kind of shy puppies that were even tinier two months ago in Logan's lap, she's *ecstatic*. Immediately smiles from ear to ear and runs over to pet the baby (She accidentally scares it and immediately quiets down when it moves to hide in Logan's shirt). Says 'thank you, Logan' like 8000 times to the point where he himself starts feeling bashful and tells her to quit it.

☀︎ She hugs him nonetheless (and he can't deny the soft smile on his lips, nor the itty bitty speck of pink in his cheeks from all the sudden affection)

☀︎ Over the following week, the pup gets used to you all. At first it used to be shy, a little scared too - any sudden noise would make it whimper or scurry away and you'd have to coax it back. But now? Oh, now it's thriving.

☀︎ Logan decided to bring home one of Bella's daughters instead of sons, because he knows from experience that female dogs are usually way calmer and more compassionate than male dogs (also not as reckless).

☀︎ Boy, was he wrong.

☀︎ The moment the little lady gets comfortable and used to you guys and the new environment, she's a playful little menace.

☀︎ Loves chasing after a ball. Her jaws are too small to fully chomp a tennis ball, but if you guys have one lying around, she'll try, alright.

☀︎ As hilarious (and cute) as Laura and you found it to watch the little doggo growl while performing its best attack on the tennis ball (and whine when she realises it's not gonna work), one day when you're out you walk past those gumball machines, but filled with bouncy balls. And Laura immediately realises those would work perfectly.

☀︎ When you come back that afternoon and the doggo comes to greet you, you give her the new ball. And she loves it. Will not stop barking now until you throw it for her, no matter what you're doing.

☀︎ Also, she eats anything. Literally anything. Super curious as to what you guys eat. So much so that she wants to eat from you guys' plates, even if she has food in her bowl. Would get a gentle "Hey. Stop it." and a dad finger wag™ from Logan if she barks while you're on the dinner table, but she's not giving up that easy.

☀︎ She literally wanted to try marshmallows from Laura once. Which inspired her name being Marshmallow, Mel for short. Logan would rather die than admit it's clever, but Laura knows him too well and she already knows.

☀︎ Mel is also a professional cuddle buddy. All that playing around gets her tired, alright?

☀︎ Loves to sleep beside anyone from the family. At first it's with you and Logan, so that if anything happens, you two can react, but once she starts understanding the prospect of peeing outside and not on those diaper mats (and anywhere within the house, for that matter), she's definitely down to sleep in Laura's bed too.

☀︎ Can't get on the bed or couch without help in the first few months - she's too tiny. You have to lift her up, but she definitely expresses her gratitude with ecstatic tail wags and a few licks on your hand.

☀︎ Licks at your face when she's sleeping in your bed and wants to drink water. Poor pup's too scared to get down from the bed herself :(

☀︎ You've caught Logan with Mel on his lap, or curled up beside him on the couch many times. He's gotten used to it and is no longer embarrassed. It often makes you think of the times when he did the same with Bella and it makes you smile fondly at the memories.

☀︎ Now more about Logan with the pup!!

☀︎ Just like with Bella, the concept is a little unknown to him in the start, but deep down, he's so soft for the tiny animal.

☀︎ Scared that he'd hurt Mel, so he's always so gentle with her. Even if (when) she's being a little too noisy than usual, or annoying. He knows that she's still a pup and that he'd change nothing if he screamed at her, other than make her feel upset and uncomfortable in her new home. Plus, the last thing he'd want is to yell at the tiny ball of fur :((

☀︎ Would do his best to teach the doggo some rules and discipline it needs to know. But is determined not to get mad (or show he's frustrated). Man's out here trying to gentle parent a puppy.

☀︎ Talks to her more than he'd like to admit. She's barking at him, because there's no water in her bowl? "Yeah, yeah, bub, I got it. No need to use that voice of yours.." She's sitting in front of the door, whimpering because she needs to pee for the third time today? "Oh, seriously? ..(Sigh), come on, kiddo, let's get'cha outside." Looking up at him with big, sad eyes while he's reading on the couch, because she wants up? "Oh, you wanna come up 'ere too? Lemme help with that - (insert tiny groan here). There we go. My back might not be the same, but you're lucky I'm not too old to lift you up, heh.."

☀︎ Like with Bella, he really likes when he can absentmindedly stroke Mel's fur or give her head pats. It's something he does to keep his mind busy, and it also helps him focus and feel truly at peace. No matter what he says, he likes the pup and she helps keep him grounded :)

☀︎ Once Mel's old enough to go for longer walks, one of you guys' favourite activities is to go to the park together, as a family. Laura tags along too, you guys get ice cream and play fetch with the pup. Logan loves these moments - his whole world, his family, is here, in the spring warmth, spending time together with him and he couldn't feel more grateful.

☀︎ Laura once helped you set up a picnic for everyone. You swore you've never seen Logan more relaxed. He loves picnics and he loves being able to smile with you and feed you strawberries. It makes him feel young again.

☀︎ Mel also really really loves spending time with you guys. It's like she can feel the moods shift around her - and she's so, so happy to feel the air around her be so light-hearted. You bet your head she's swinging her tail around full force and running around and happily barking at Laura when she laughs and throws the stick again.

☀︎ Talking about dogs and feeling the shift in moods, she always feels the bad, too. Whenever you're feeling emotional or sad, or whenever you're nostalgic about something, she's always there. Always rubs into your leg. Always licks at your outstretched hand. She tries to comfort Laura by bringing her chew toys or socks (or slippers, hehe) to play with. And if she's not feeling it, Mel just lays her head on the top of Laura's foot and waits until she feels better.

☀︎ Will try the hardest for Logan. Even if it's nothing serious sometimes, she can feel that he has biggest demons. With him, she'll demand to be close to him. Sit or lay down next to him, more commonly on his stomach. Will also lick at his face (and give a sad little whine if Logan tells her to stop). And if you're there to comfort him too, she'll gladly go cuddle with you guys. She's such an empathetic little pup, she just wants you guys to feel better :((

☀︎ In conclusion, Logan has never felt more.. in place, after the incident. Sure, with a newly added member to this little family of his, it might feel a little overwhelming sometimes. But he'd never give up the life he shares with you for anything.

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𖤐 — I miss you, I'm sorry…

pairing - old man logan ft. human!reader

summary - Logan finds himself haunted by the memory of the one person he walked away from���but never stopped loving.

contents - angst! angst!! angst!!! no aftercare, sorry. heavily inspired from ‘I miss you, I'm sorry’ by Gracie Abrams, post-Logan storyline (good men don't perish in this household), brief flashbacks of arguments, breakups, Logan-Laura dynamics, Laura is slightly older than she was in Logan.

words count - 1846 words

The motel room is quiet, save for the low hum of the neon sign outside, its flickering red glow slipping through the slats of the blinds like a slow heartbeat. The air smells faintly of old smoke and worn-out fabric. Laura's curled up on the second bed, small and still, her breath a steady rhythm in the hush.

Logan sits on the edge of his own bed, elbows resting on his knees, one hand inside the battered lining of his jacket. His fingers close around the familiar slip of paper like it might disappear if he hesitates.

The photo's edges are soft, curled like petals. Faded from years of folding and unfolding. He doesn't look at it often—only when the silence starts to press against his ribs, squeezing the air out.

Tonight is one of those nights.

He lets his gaze linger.

You're laughing in the photo, eyes crinkled, head tipped back against his chest. His arms are wrapped around you, and you're wearing that stolen flannel—three sizes too big, sleeves swallowing your hands. He can almost hear your voice again, teasing: “Grumpy with a gooey center.”

You always saw right through him. Past the snarls and silence. Past the adamantium. Right to the part he never let anyone touch.

A ghost of a smile tugs at his mouth, but it doesn't last.

“I miss you,” he breathes, so quietly it's barely a sound. Like if he says it too loud, it might echo.

Well, it does because behind him, the sheets rustle. Laura sits up, blinking the sleep from her eyes. Her voice is soft, almost cautious.

“Couldn't sleep?” Logan asks without looking.

“Bad dream,” she answers. Then, after a pause, “Heard you were talking.”

His jaw tightens. He slides the photo back into the pocket, ready to tuck it away—but she catches the motion.

“Who's that?” she asks, scooting closer beside Logan.

He doesn't answer right away. Just stares at the photo like he might fall into it. Then, finally, he holds it out to her.

Laura looks down at the worn image in his hands—eyes instantly softening at the sight. She's never seen Logan in a photo like this—unguarded, real. There's a warmth in his eyes, a light she's never known him to carry.

“She looks… kind,” she finally says, but her voice is a bit quieter this time. Like she's realizing the woman beside Logan wasn't just someone. She was the someone.

“She… was.” His voice catches at the edges, cracked and gravel-thin. Was? Is? Even he couldn't comprehend the right terms to describe you.

Laura doesn't ask again. Just wait—patient, like she's learned that silence is sometimes how you earn trust. She studies the photo like she's trying to see the version of him that belonged to that life.

“What happened?” she finally asks.

Logan leans back, head hitting the wall with a soft thud. He exhales like it hurts. “I left,” he says, staring at the ceiling. “Thought it was the right thing. I told myself… I was protecting her.”

He swallows hard.

“I said forever,” he adds, voice rough now. “And she believed me. Hell, she always has.”

Laura doesn't say anything. She just looks at him with that quiet, perceptive expression she gets when she's trying to understand the parts of him he never talks about. The parts that hurt too much to name.

The silence stretches, thick with the weight of things unsaid.

Then she passes the photo back, careful as if it's fragile. And maybe it is.

“You still love her,” she says simply. Like the matter of a fact.

He nods once, jaw tight. Doesn't trust himself to speak.

FLASHBACK

Your apartment was small, cluttered, and warm. Plants in the window, books stacked in corners, his flannel tossed over the back of a chair like it belonged there. Like he belonged there.

But Logan had that look in his eyes, again—distant, stormy. You could feel it before he even said anything. The way his shoulders were pulled tight. The way he didn't touch you when he walked in.

“You're leaving again,” you said, not as a question. Just a tired truth.

He winced. “It's not safe. Not with the kind of people after me.”

You stood, arms crossed, voice soft. “It's never been safe, Logan. But, I'm still here.”

He wouldn't meet your eyes. “You shouldn't have to be.”

You stepped forward, slower now. Like approaching something skittish. “Is that what you really think? Or is it just easier to disappear than to stay and risk being loved?”

The silence between you stretched.

“Do you remember happy together? I do, don't you?”

You laughed bitterly, shaking your head. “God, I bet you do. You'll remember the good parts, right? That way you don't have to feel bad about walking away.”

And that hit him. You saw it—the flinch in his jaw, the clench of his fists. But he didn't move. Didn't make the effort to fix it.

“You said forever, Logan,” you whispered. “And I almost bought it.”

He looked at you then, really looked. Eyes full of all the things he wasn't saying. The ache, the fear. The love. But he still turned away.

“I never should've dragged you into this,” he said.

You stepped back, arms falling to your sides. “You didn't drag me. I ran toward you. And you let me.”

He didn't answer. The door shut behind him a moment later. No goodbye.

The motel smells faintly of old coffee and dust when Laura wakes up.

Sunlight spills through the blinds, painting gold lines across the floor. Logan's already up, sitting on the edge of the bed, brooding, silent as ever.

Laura stretches, then watches him for a second. Like Logan, she's never been great with people. But something about the photo last night has stayed with her—heavy and unfinished.

“You ever think about going back?” she asks, swinging her legs over the edge of the bed.

Logan looks over. “To what?”

“To her.”

Logan's shoulders tense. A pause.

Laura presses, not unkindly. “She looks like someone who deserved an explanation.”

He doesn't meet her eyes.

“I could come with you,” she adds. “You could take her something. I don't know. Flowers. Or… just words.”

For a moment, something cracks in his face—just for a second.

He swallows hard. Stares at the floor.

“I can't,” Logan replies quietly.

Laura frowns. “Why not?”

A long, aching silence. Then, with a voice raw enough to bleed, he says, “because she's gone.”

Laura doesn't say anything. Just stares at him—eyes wide, mouth parted.

“Oh,” she says, barely audible. And then again, softer: “Oh.”

He nods. Once. Like it's the only thing he can manage.

Laura lowers her gaze to her lap, hands twisting in the fabric of her shirt. Silence falls between them, but now it feels like mourning.

“I'm sorry,” Laura says.

Logan nods again, and this time it's like the weight of it folds him in half.

“I kept telling myself I was keeping her safe by staying gone. That I was poison.” He scoffs. “Turns out, leaving didn't save her either.”

Somewhere inside him, something breaks.

“She died thinking I didn't love her enough to stay.” His voice cracks.

“You don't have to tell me…” Laura interrupts before Logan shakes his head.

“I have to. I want to. I need to let it out.”

“I wasn't there. I didn't find out until a week later. A neighbor called. She'd been sick. Didn't tell anyone. Not even… me. Maybe she thought I'd come running if I knew. Maybe she wanted to spare me.”

Laura stares. “But she loved you.”

“Yeah,” he says, voice hoarse. “That's what makes it worse.”

“I loved her too much to stay… and not enough to say it.”

And in that breaking, he finally lets it in—not just the grief. The guilt. The years he could've had. The mornings you would've danced barefoot in the kitchen. The chance to say “I'm sorry” when it could've mattered.

He pulls out a folded scrap of paper. The ink is faded, the writing familiar. He opens it, lays it on the sheets like a confession.

Laura leans closer. It's a letter. Unfinished. From you.

“If you ever come back, I hope you find this. I hope you still remember how to be loved. I never stopped—not even when it hurts.”

At the bottom, scrawled in his handwriting: “I'm sorry I didn't come back in time.”

The truck rolls to a stop on the edge of a forgotten patch of desert. The sky stretches endless above them, washed pale by the sun. There's nothing around but scrub brush and silence—except for one crooked wooden cross nestled between a pair of weather-worn stones.

Laura climbs out slowly, her boots crunching the dry earth. Logan doesn't move right away. Just sits behind the wheel, fingers tight around it.

“You okay?” she asks, already knowing the answer.

He gives her a short nod. “Go ahead. I'll catch up.”

Laura hesitates, then walks the short distance to the grave. The cross is simple. No name, no date—just a weathered photo tucked into the edge, kept safe behind a cracked bit of plastic. Your smile stares up at her.

Laura kneels beside it.

“You were really pretty,” she says softly. “And you must've been something special… ‘cause he still looks at you like you never left.”

She glances back at the truck. Logan hasn't moved.

Laura turns back to the grave. “I didn't know you. Not really. But I think I get it now. Why he's like that. Why he doesn't let people close.”

Her fingers skim the edge of a stone.

“He misses you,” she adds. “A lot. And I think he's truly sorry for all the things he didn't say.”

A moment later, she hears footsteps behind her. Heavy. Hesitant. Logan stops just short of the grave, jaw clenched, shoulders stiff.

Laura stands and steps aside. Logan crouches slowly, fingers brushing the earth before setting a wild flower at the base of the stone.

“You should've yelled at me more. Slammed a door. Something. But you never did. You just… kept loving me.” His voice is thick. “Even when I didn't give you much to hold onto.”

The wind moves around them, soft and warm.

“I should've stayed,” he says, voice low and cracked. “I thought I was protecting you. But really… I was just scared.”

He reaches into his jacket, pulling out the letter.

“I read this every night. Until the words started blurring with my own.”

He looks up to the sky. “I still miss you,” he says. Then, softer: “And I'm still sorry.”

He rests a hand on the earth like it's your shoulder. “I'll come again later. I promise.”

Then, he stands.

Laura too, stands beside Logan in silence. She doesn't say it out loud, but something about this place—about the stillness—feels like the goodbye he never got to give.

And maybe, that's what love really is. Not always staying, not always surviving—but remembering. Carrying what's left, even when it hurts.

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logan who doesn’t listen to what we could call stereotypical girl music but then he’s in his car driving by himself and kiss me (by sixpence none the richer) comes on and he can’t bring himself to change it cause he just thinks of you and then he comes home humming the music until he finds you and kisses you

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Logan @ every child

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I'd like you guys to know that I firmly believe these two are the same picture.