Hello! Good morning/evening, I was wondering does about Logan and thought who better to ask than the person who knows the most about him here, does he have any allergies or something? Because I read a couple of fics saying that he has a ?shrimp allergy? -not a native English speaker and I forgot what the correct term is- but I don’t know if it is true or not
as far as i know he doesn't have any allergies. i did also read that fic and i'm p sure it was a decision made for the sake of making that plot point which is fair but irl i don't think he has any food allergies. i'd be surprised if he was legit allergic to shellfish tbh considering his affinity for fishing and being on the water. if he was i'm sure he would not be pleased about it (not that he's much of a shellfish fisherman. Again. as far as i know. but point stands)
but who knows maybe he is secretly allergic to. tomatoes
The problem about my DadSnipe AU is that I have already written the most powerful DadSnipe energy for the stain arc in a DIFFERENT fic and I now have to come up with something better than Snipe powersliding down a warp wall of ice cradling Izuku’s bleeding body and promising that everything will be okay. Like??? How do I top that??
Not the sound itself, mind – he lived in an old building with plumbing that had outlived at least three Kings and counting, and he’d managed to stick around for nearly thirty years, despite the fact there were two railroad stations within ten blocks, his definition of quiet did not exclude noise, per se – but rather the type of knocking. The only person who ever knocked Titus’ door was the neighbor next door, who sometimes asked to steal bits of his pantry for the sake of avoiding a trip to the convenience store, and given she was in her nineties, Titus was known to actually go buy whatever she needed, if he happened to not have it at hand when she came looking. The rapping on the door was not the kind of ponderous, timid thing that came from someone trying to spare their wrist a workout. It was sharp and urgent and strangely… regal.
Titus stared down at the half empty bottle of whiskey Regis had gifted him for his first decade anniversary in his service, and which Titus had always avoided finding out the actual price of. He considered drowning the other half.
The rapping continued, short, poignant bursts, the kind of echoing sound that betrayed bone muffled by skin doing the knocking.
Regal and elegant and fuck him, specifically.
Titus attempted to stand up and found this morning – was it morning? He couldn’t even tell – his knee was not in the mood to help. Therefore, as soon as he tried to heave himself upright, a sharp, hot pulse shot up his thigh and the next thing he knew he was lying as long as he was on the space between the couch and the front door.
ppl who r using poll results as a way to Prove Something about society or come to any conclusion.. i hope you are aware that tumblr users are one of the most biased population groups you could conceivably find. gob bless