#still trying to figure out the logistics

[keeps-ache]

ggghhg i hate vehiclessssssss ghghghhghhhhh [dies dies dies forever]

[ghostpebble]

hey bh6 tumblr are you ready to be sad?? no? great!

cass hamada was probably the sister of mr hamada, looking at this family photo (considering that mrs. hamada looks too much of asian descent compared to cass?? just hear me out because they don't look enough alike and enough NOT alike for me to be decisive about it, especially w/ the picture quality in the scene)

now, for hiro and tadashi to still be hamada's in this case, that means that their father most likely took up their mother's family name instead, as long as we're sticking by the fact that hiro and tadashi are half-white-half-japanese.

the sad part?

once hiro and tadashi's parents passed away, cass lost her brother and her new sister-in-law and took in the children that, frankly, look VERY much like her brother. and it doesn't stop there.

either of these two happened:

1. cass took the hamada name so that hiro and tadashi, once adopted, wouldn't have to part with their family name and could still identify with their parents and culture.

or

2. cass took the hamada name because it was what her brother did. she took any chance to be closer to him and to preserve what he would have wanted after his death, and gave up her own name to take on the hamada legacy, not just so that hiro and tadashi could keep it, but because it was what her brother wanted. and she misses him.

[volivolition]

don't talk to me or my son ever again

[mechahero]

//Pondering the possibility of how rigor mortis might come into play when it comes to Lambda and his decomposition process.

[toytle]

Have you ever considered making DC stickers?? Your JoJos ones were SO cute and I'd love little justice leagues like those

everyday i consider this. whether or not i have the skills and/or ideas is another question entirely

[lovelaceisntdead]

sold out of hill house prints again 🥲

[raksh-writes]

Somehow, after months of not moving a muscle, I managed to get off my ass and do some light stretching + a whole damn abs routine too, that I still have no idea how I got through it, I remember it being hard on Normal day, and now my whole body is feeling this little workout and I'm like?? WHo are you?

Now to keep it going, tho...

[honeyflies05]

ITS TIME FOR MY 6x13 THOUGHTS BUCKLE UP PEOPLE!!

WE SURVIVED

WE DID IT!!!

that looks fun wtf

i wanna join that cycling class

I am char char is me

what is gonna happen with the water bottle

yo he good?

apparently not

if my thighs poison me just let me die

WHY IS BUCK BACK TO WORK??? LET MY BOY REST!!!!

Jesus they’re all goin💀

��did he just do math?? in his head??” CHIM-

SCREAMING

ANGELA BASSET WOOOOOOOOO

DAMN SHE RAN CROSS COUNTRY?? makes sense

denny missed the bus💀💀

denny and chim connection?? didn’t know I needed it

CHRIS ASKING HIM MATH WUESTIONS DJCIDHSHW I CALLED IT

BUCKS HANDS WITH THE POWER OF ELECTRICITY ANFJCUSBA

ESP DIFUDHSHSHAHAHA

buck and chris relationship >>

that IS a classic origin story

“HE COULD GIVE ME THE ANSWERS TO MY MATH HOMEWORK” THATS LJTERALLY ON MY BINGO CARD AKFICHDHS

MADDY BACK TO WORK MADDY BACK TO WORK MADDY BACK TO WORK!!!!!

that looks like a pioneer woman dish🤨

poor maddy💀💀

okay we’re back

I DO THIS WITH MY PARENTS ALL THE TIME AKDICHSA

…that house is green

WHO WAS IN THEIR HOUSE????

“you and law enforcement” NSIDHDHSHA

BUCK HAVING A CROWD AROUND HIM AND GETTING MONEY FOR HIS MATH DJCIDUDBWNWJEUW

HIM COUNTING THE MONEY SKFUDJDISBWA I CANT

she’s gonna have an asthma attack aint she

i too want a haircut without my mom’s permission

he seems like a creep💀

i don’t want him to do my hair

NOW GIRL-

WHY WOULD YOU THROW A BLOWTORCH

ALLERGIC TO WATER???

JESUS THE SCISSORS

the dead nebulizer stare AKDJFJDJS

WHERES DENNY

DENNY

…husband???

OH DENNY’S DAD

I GOT A MED EXPRESS AD DURINF THE BREAK ANDIHFHS

denny’s gonna get his ass BEAT

no Karen’s right

no bc see now I’m torn

athena going full police is so,,,,

they’re gonna station someone outside hUH

BUDDIE BUDDIE BUDDIE BUDDIE

RED AND BLUE COLOR THEORY

I’ve seen this part before

why does Eddie walk in here like he does this every Saturday night??💀

THREE MINUTES AND SEVENTEEN SECONDS!!!!!!!

I’m gonna be honest how tf do you play poker

MEHTA IS TRYING SO HARD SKFUUDS

HES GONNA GET CALLED OUT

“maths not his thing” YEAH! ITS NOT!

EDDIE LOOKS CONCERNED

“imagine that” SHE IS SO,,

PLAYBOY BUCKLEY!!!!!

EDDIE IS ONLY ARM CANDY!!!!!!!!!!

BUCK IS GONNA WIPE THEM OUT OH MY GODDDD

WORK WORK WORK WORK WORK

HE JUST LOOKS TO EDDIE

STEAKS???? S T E A K S ? ?

she noticed.

oh so my guy was FR HURT??

no fr why didn’t his dad come to them?? HES THE ADULT.

okay can we agree the looks eddie was giving buck we’re NOT straight

OMG HENS MOM?????

i want denny’s mushroom shirt #imgay

hen’s mom being the mediator and voice of reason is so,,, ♥️💜♥️💜💗💜💕💜

denny had good intentions but also he’s like 12 so

what’s she got stuck up her asshole.

A VIBRATOR??

BUCK AND EDDIE QUESTIONING HIM??

HER BLADDER???

his math ain’t helping💀💀💀

EDDIE YELLING AT HIM FOR THINKING AB HIS PAST RELATIONSHIPS THAGS HOW IM TAKING KT

hen knows how much that must hurt

NOTHING PREPARED ME FOR THAT CALL

buck was DEF on the phone with that girl he fucked in the firetruck

hen and chim bestieism

MADDIE WHY WOULD YOU INVITE HER IN

oh she SNEAKY

ATHENA!!!!!!

oh she wants a LETTER

WHY SHE TAKIN ALL THEIR MAIL????

THENA!!!!💜💜

okay but WHY does she want the mail

coupons💀💀💀

woooohoooo back to prison!!

buck would DEF use jeeyun for money skdichdhsha

my mom says aisha and hen’s mom’s actress are biologically related

hen’s mom is speaking truths with letting denny see his dad BUT telling his moms he’s doing it too and letting them regulate it like ADULTS

“like I got hit by a car” oh so he GOT JOKES???

YOURE AN ADULT??? YOU SHOULDVE SAID SOMETHING.

them being ADULTS and creating ground rules!!!!!

Karen and hen being amazing mothers once again god they stay winning

CHRIS AND BUCK!!!

chris is his sous chef!!!

COOKIES

America not using the metric system has its downfalls once again

“you know what a porterhouse is???”

“Buck.. I’m from texas” THAT HAD THE SAME ENUNCIATION AS “buck you don’t even have a couch!”

I LOVE ANGELA BASSET

that’s the same room Buck was in😭😭😭

henren fans were FED tonight (me)

ARE WE GONNA SEE BUCK FIGHT HIS WAY THROUGH A CROWD BECAUSE IM READY

i can’t wait until I leave for college and my roommate has to deal with me and my 911 brain

[actualnymph]

has anyone gone to another country for college? lmk

[b-blushes]

The Horrors are Getting Me so thinking of some nice things uhhhhhhhh

Okay! I’m gonna skip physical therapy tomorrow (too many incidents and injuries @ my house the last couple of days to tempt fate with something that uses a lot of energy) and instead I’m gonna hoover (still uses a lot of energy but needs doing!). Which means on Wednesday when it’s forecast to be SUNNY I‘ll be free to go in the garden and maybe film some spring plants to make another little video!

I’ve barely had the energy to spend time in the garden/outside in the past month or so, so it’ll be really nice to go check up on how spring is doing! Breath some fresh air! Feel the breeze! Hear some birds! Even though we’re forecast sleet or rain on like every other day this week 😅

[bokuto-my-beloved]

would anyone read an au where takeda is a licensed therapist? i'm trying to write a fic where i give bokuto a therapist and i want to use a real character instead of an oc

[diadelcaracol]

funnyanimals.com

[boxofthings]

worst part of writing big ass fics is the pacing + timeline organization. also the logistics of certain events that goes on if you're writing about a slightly complex scenario because now you're stuck with researching how shit works

[microwaving-tesilid-argente]

forget everything i said about ditching the hestio/reed fic. i'm forced to turn it into a slow burn enemies to lovers fic that will inevitably need like 20k words before i even get to the emotional beats that i was aiming for at the start.

[futurefind]

//s.o to the fact Sasume liably picked up sign language after she stopped speaking for some years

key word being after bc she didn't overtly communicate at all that entire time :')))

[retrosabers]

I am so glad you've found your spark again to write!

Could I please request a smutty Logan fic with "I can't control myself around you" and "Fuck, make that noise again"

Thank you!!

thank you anon :( that genuinely means a lot to me, i hope you know that! sorry this took a little while, my brain was trying to cook up the most delicious scenario possible and this is what it came up with. thank you so much for your patience & your request! i hope you enjoy 😋

𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐈 𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝐎𝐍 𝐘𝐎𝐔.

logan howlett x fem!reader

summary: logan shows you just how much he likes seeing you in his clothes.

contains: smut content below the cut. MINORS DNI. oral (fem receiving), fingering, a wee bit of overstimulation if you squint, swearing, logan being hot as fuck per usual, somewhat rushed ending

word count: 2k

it’s nearly impossible for a man like logan to die.

the adamantium fused to his skeleton coupled with insane regenerative capabilities meant there were only a select few scenarios that could end his life. those usually involved a lot of science; insanely specific logistics requiring lengthy explanation.

but this? the simple sight before him? just might be what takes him out.

you’re standing in the kitchen making coffee clad in nothing but one of his flannels, humming along to some random tune that was playing on the radio. it shocks him, stopping the man dead in his tracks on his way out of the bedroom. despite having spent the night with you a few times before, your relationship was still fairly new, and clothes sharing was one of the few intimacies you had yet to indulge in.

until today.

a mixture of emotions begin to stir in his chest. logan’s heart warms over the domesticity of it, realizing he didn’t want to wake up any other morning if it wasn’t like this. if it wasn’t with you. there’s a hint of possession, knowing his scent was lingering on your skin. he hopes that maybe you’ll wear his clothes out of the house one day, a physical reminder to everyone around you that you were his, and only his. the lust hits him the strongest as he really takes a second to look you over.

the hem of the shirt sits at the top of your thighs. logan knows if you bend over in any capacity, he’ll catch a glimpse of the skimpy little panties he ripped off your body last night. his favorite pair to be exact. one of the sleeves hangs slightly off your shoulder, granting him a peak at some of the marks left just a few hours ago. the man smirks to himself, recalling how you mewled beneath him while he bit and sucked at the delicate skin of your neck. then, when you finally turn around and catch him staring, you give him a bird’s eye view of your cleavage where the shirt was barely buttoned.

you look like something out of a dream. and he almost can’t believe you’re real.

“it’s rude to stare you know,” you tease him, leaning your hip against the counter. it makes the shirt ride up even further and logan nearly salivates.

god, do you even know what you’re doing to him?

logan moves from his position against the wall, pushing off it and slowly stalking towards you. his voice is rough and gravelly, still heavy with sleep.

“can’t help it bub. not when you look this good.”

you scoff. his large hands come to squeeze at your hips while yours rest across his bare chest, softly scratching at the layer of hair that sits atop it. “could say the same thing about you handsome.”

logan hums in content as he presses his lips against yours. it's slow and saccharine, a nonverbal good morning that makes you melt into him. his hands wander across your figure, caressing every curve he’s gotten to know like the back of his hand. when his palms slip under the hem of the shirt and begin to paw at your ass, you sigh into his mouth.

“i like you in my clothes,” he mumbles against your skin as his mouth travels to your neck, pressing languid, sensual kisses against the blooming marks.

“yeah?” you breathe out in reply, hands finding purchase in his messy hair.

“yeah,” he replies right next to your ear, voice dripping in desire. “let me show you just how much.”

you hum, amused by his arousal. “last night wasn’t enough for you, bub?”

it’s logan’s turn to laugh. a deep, almost condescending sound that vibrates through your entire body.

you whimper at the loss of contact when he pulls away, only to let out a squeal seconds later when he hoists you onto the countertop in one swift motion. you flush, eyes widening at the display of his strength. the way he could manhandle you with ease was something you had yet to get used to.

“darlin’ you should know by now i can’t control myself around you,” he coos. “especially when you’re parading around lookin’ like this.”

you preen at his words, letting out the softest little sound and he gleams with pride. his eyes rake over you once more, setting your skin ablaze with all the hunger that was swimming in those hazel irises. one hand rests snugly around your hip, while the other inches towards the apex of your thighs.

logan’s thumb rubs soft circles into your skin, his pointer finger teasing the waistband of your underwear. your breath hitches at the touch, a barely there gesture that makes warmth pool in your belly. how he manages to get you so worked up over so little, you have yet to discover. he retracts his digit, letting the elastic snap against your skin. you flinch in his hold and he chuckles.

“relax,” he says, pressing a gentle kiss to the corner of your mouth. “i gotcha.”

there’s no better way to start your day than by watching logan sink to his knees in front of you. the early morning light peeks in through the curtains, casting a golden halo around his head while he starts his path up your bare legs towards where you needed him most. he looks heaven sent, and you silently thank whatever gods existed for the beautiful man kneeling between your thighs.

his kisses against your skin grow sloppier the closer he gets to your core. logan inhales deeply, catching wind of your arousal. the scent was maddening, a perfume he could never grow tired of. knowing that he was behind it, that you were just as hungry for him as he was for you, rials him up even more.

his voice is low and sensual, bordering on smug when he states, “clearly last night wasn’t enough for you either.”

logan yanks the hem of his shirt up, exposing your lower half. he presses a wet kiss against your clothed mound, inhaling your sweet aroma. you sigh, your hips moving forward on their own accord, desperate to feel more of him.

“logan,” you breathe out. “don’t tease.”

“don’t tease?” he parrots your question. “you’re one to talk.”

“s’just a shirt.” you reason meekly, still not fully awake yet, and somehow already drunk on logan.

“not to me darlin’” his breath is hot and heavy against your cunt as he finally grants your wish, pulling your panties to the side and licking a long stripe up your center. “not to me.”

you’re almost embarrassed over the moan that comes out of your mouth, but god do you feel good. logan doesn’t waste any time, yanking your underwear down your legs before he starts to devour you like a man starved. his tongue darts back and forth between your entrance and your swollen clit, a delicious rotation that has you feeling boneless in record time. you throw your head back, hand reaching out to grip onto his brown locks.

its moments like these where you wonder how you were ever with anyone else before him. nothing and no one could compare to the pleasure that logan brought. his desire for you was never fully satiated, and when you look down to catch logan staring back at you with lidded eyes, you don’t think yours will ever be either.

“feel good?” he asks rhetorically, knowing the way your body responds is answer enough. all you can muster out of your mouth is a high pitched whine as he slips two fingers into your entrance without warning.

logan’s cock twitches in his boxers at the sound. “fuck, make that noise again for me baby.”

with the combination of his fingers pumping in and out of you, and his lips sucking harshly on your clit, you unintentionally obey his command. it’s music to logan’s ears, encouraging him to pick up the pace.

you can feel the muscles in your abdomen growing taught. a sign that your orgasm was approaching. logan, ever the observer, yanks you closer, throwing your legs over his shoulders and dangling your ass off the edge of the kitchen counter.

with the new and better angle, your back arches, causing the shirt to fall even further off your shoulder and exposing more of your flushed skin. with your eyes fluttering and your mouth dropped open in the most perfect pout, logan thinks you’ve never looked more beautiful.

not as beautiful as when you’re cumming however. that part he was determined to have happen sooner than later.

“fuck,” you preen, beginning to grind against his face as your hips fall into a steady rhythm. “don’t stop.”

“wasn’t planning on it.” he mumbles against your folds, his tongue now accompanying the thick digits.

his cockiness only expedites your release. with one hand gripping the counter and the other tugging at your boyfriend’s hair, you teeter close to the edge. at the pull of his locks, logan groans into your pussy, his nose nudging at your clit. the shockwaves that spread through your body feel like wildfire, and it’s the most wonderful way to burn.

“gonna cum for me honey?” logan questions, curling his fingers in just the right way, knowing that’s the spot to hit to guarantee your climax. you nod, too focused on the growing pressure in your core to speak actual words. the only thing you’re capable of right now is a string of curses with logan’s name sprinkled in between. it falls from your lips like a prayer as your orgasm creeps up the back of your neck.

when it hits, it washes over you like a tidal wave, drowning you in the most electrifying kind of bliss. with one final, loud moan, your hips jolt foward, thighs tightening around logan’s head all the while his ministrations continue. he always rode out your high until you were gently shoving him off from the overstimulation.

“lo,” you breathe out, slowly coming back down to reality. he hums between your legs in acknowledgement, ceasing his actions and offering one final kiss to your sensitive clit before rising to his feet.

his already sleep mused hair was ruffled even further from your grabby hands. there’s a dreamy sheen in his eyes, from the early morning or your release soaking the lower half of his face, you’re not sure. whatever it was, he was beaming, smiling at you with so much affection and adoration you felt like you could explode. a stark contrast to the filth that took place mere moments ago.

“if i had known that wearing your shirt was going to result in that, i would’ve stolen it a long time ago,” you joke, pulling up the sleeve to cover yourself.

logan snickers, slotting himself between your spread legs and finding your lips once more.

“looks way better on you anyways” he murmurs between kisses, ravaging your mouth while caressing your jaw. tasting yourself on his tongue was always a dizzying thing, even more so at the thought of what was in store as you felt his very prominent bulge rubbing against your thigh.

“is that so?” you challenge, tracing your fingers along the trail of hair that travels below his waistline. you don’t miss the way his muscles flex under your touch, the way he grows even harder at the jest.

logan pulls back, the picture of sex and smugness as the corner of his mouth turns up in a smirk. he makes a show of sucking your juices off his fingers, groaning dramatically as they enter between his spit soaked lips. when he nods in the direction of the bedroom, you’re already getting wet again, knowing exactly what the rest of your morning is going to entail.

“go in there, and lay down with your pretty little ass up for me will you?”

you quirk a brow, loving to push his buttons. little acts of defiance always made the end result worth it after all.

logan smacks his palm against your bare ass, taking pleasure in the little yelp you let out and the dazed look in your eyes.

“m’not done with you just yet.”

thanks for reading! <3