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Just a Felix clip he’s so silly :]

BANG CHAN ♡ RAILWAY dominATE WORLD TOUR IN SEOUL (240901)

charles took a selfie with the marshals after he binned it into the wall

i'm crying he really dgaf

whenever i say “screaming crying throwing up” this is what i mean

The face card in question :

Literally, SHUT UP.

I’m so normal about this

“oh that man is so fucked up”

*immediately starts reading/writing fanfic about him*

⤷ . ˚ ۪ 🐈‍⬛ ✦ 🫕 ✦ ⚓️ / ~ /

Comeback on September 20th? Said who? O_o

My favorite new TikTok trend isn't even a trend. It's just this random shop selling these Hozier tshirts with everyone but Hozier on them

Truly it brings me joy

me logging onto tumblr after consuming a new piece of media

Count Down to Lee Felix’s Birthday – 2k23 ↳ D-2: Ending Fairy | DO NOT REPOST

Hiii, I loved little family!! Could you please write something about reader and old man Logan having a babygirl and how it affects the dynamic between them and Laura? Maybe she gets jealous with the new addition to the family but then they have a conversation with her and she starts getting more comfortable about her sister? Thanks! ❤️

baby blues | old man logan

The arrival of baby Ada changed everything. Your sleep schedule kept changing, your body, even the relationship between your daughter, Laura. After you gave birth, Logan was the one taking Laura to school, he packed her lunch and made sure her homework was in her backpack.

“Where’s my mom?” Laura asked one day after school. The girl had a school project due in a week and she wanted you to help.

“She’s resting. You hungry?” Logan looked through the refrigerator for something to eat.

Laura stayed silent. Instead she walked up the stairs to your room where you and baby Ada were asleep. The young mutant quietly made her way towards your bed and poked your arm repeatedly until you woke up.

“Hmmm?” You could barely open your eyes. “Logan?”

“It’s me,” Laura replied. “I need help.”

“Help. . . With what, honey?” You rubbed your tired eyes then sat up carefully, turning on the small lamp on your bedside table in the process.

“Project on bees.” Laura replied. She took her backpack off and emptied it out on your bed.

“Sweetheart, can this wait until later? Your sister is sleeping and—”

Was sleeping.

Baby Ada was now screaming her little lungs out. Logan wasted no time barging in. Even at his old age, whenever he heard Ada cry, he would drop everything and be with her until she calmed down.

“Laura, I told you—” He stopped talking when you shook your head at him. “Want to help? I’m sure Ada would love that.”

“Help?” The girl wasn’t sure how she could help. What was she supposed to do.

Logan helped you sit up properly on the bed then walked towards the upset baby. Once he had Ada in his arms, the baby stopped crying. She was a big daddy’s girl. Logan placed a kiss on her cheek then passed Ada over to you then started getting her bottle ready.

Once Ada was in your arms, Laura stepped closer to admire her baby sister. She placed a finger on Ada’s tiny hand and watched as Ada wrapped her tiny fingers around Laura’s single finger. The whole interaction warmed your heart.

“She’s so small,” Laura said as a smile formed on her face. “Can she stay in my room?”

You chuckled at her suggestion. “Maybe when she’s older, sweetheart. Right now she stays here with us. If you’d like, you can stay here in our room.”

Laura loved the idea.

“I’m getting kicked out of my bed already?” Logan teased. He handed over the bottle to you and watched as you told Laura how to hold the bottle correctly. Laura was so interested, she wanted to do it right. Maybe you and Logan were worried about nothing at all.

wearing a mask so no one can tell where im looking

I'm imagining how Logan letting you see his claws up close for the first time would go and like not to be too tmi, but I do think Logan's claw slits would be soooo sensitive.

I could imagine him not really holding hands with you or letting you get too close to his hands in general until the two of you have progressed past something superficial.

The first time he lets you even get near his hands is when the two of you are lying in his bed. Your back pressed to his chest and his chin resting atop your head.

You've got one of his hands held by both of yours, running your fingers over his blue veins and tracing the divets and scars of his skin.

"How'd you get this one?" You ask, running your thumb over the rough line of skin, tilting your head up against his chin some.

His other hand momentarily stops its path where he'd been smoothing it down the soft of your arm.

"Think I was cutting up an apple," he jokes.

The two of you burst into a fit of giggles and he presses a kiss to the side of your temple, moving to speak before he's suddenly caught off with a moan so low you almost weren't sure what it was at first.

Logan doesn't even seem as though he's noticed as his brows remain furrowed and his body relaxed beneath you.

"What was that?" You turn to him, brows arched. You know he can already read the scheming expression written over your features.

Wordlessly, he pops his neck as he moves his hand upwards towards your face, pulling your hands along with it.

Balling his hand into a fist, he turns his knuckles towards you.

Your eyes catch on three small slits between each of his digits, only about half and inch or so long.

Cautiously, you run the tip of your finger down the length of one, earning a shiver from the man beneath you.

"Does it hurt?" You say quietly, nearly a whisper. Almost as if speaking too loud would startle the riveting atmosphere of the room.

You feel him shake his head 'no' behind you before he says gently, "feels good."

You give a slow nod at that, eyes glued to his knuckles.

"Can I touch them again?" You ask after a quiet moment passes.

Logan hums from behind you, "Go ahead."

You're careful in the amount of pressure you apply as you gently stroke the tips of your finger down each slit, relishing in the soft hums earned by the man behind you.

You can feel Logan's eyes watching you – as if equally enthralled with your newfound fascination of his mutation.

He lets you enjoy the delicate nature of it. A man so brutally threatening and deemed almost wild for the majority of his life subdued by something so seemingly trivial about the very thing that labeled him dangerous in the first place.

It's sweet to him.

"D'like it?" Your voice pulls him from his haze.

He seems to mull over his response, unfurling his hand to flex all five fingers in a spread palm.

"S'okay," he offers before unsheathing his claws, letting you look them over.

The lights from his room add a sparkle to their sharp tips, and for a moment, he finds his loathed despotion for them to be almost futile.

"They're pretty." You comment, meeting his hazel eyes in the metallic reflection of them.

He scoffs, "That's just cus' you're lookin' at yourself in 'em."

You feel him reach towards his beer on the nightstand. "I mean it." You click your tongue.

It's a sensitive topic for him, you know that.

Logan takes a swig of his beer, taking another look at his claws. He turns his hand back and forth before retracting them with a 'Shing!'

"Well, in that case," he flicks your temple with a chuckle, "Thank you."

"Can I see them again?" You pull his hand back into your own.

With a sigh, Logan unsheathes his claws for you again.

He takes another swig of his beer, mumbling "Brat."

#NEEDTHAT

206 bones in my body, 207 when this scene shows up

The way the vape matches his suit 😭💛