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foreman. babe. we’re at the bottom end of season 8. you have worked here for almost a decade. why are you still surprised there's medical malpractice going on at the medical malpractice department that you, personally, used to do medical malpractice at

wow literally perfect placement. see evidence below

here's another super sexual wolverine panel

like why??? how are the official comics more kinky than actual fic writers (or maybe they are one and the same)

dude your professor Logan/college student Wade fic is awesome! I wrote one too but even though its from a prompt someone did (and they said I did awesome), I still think I'm not good. :( I think yours rocks more though.

No, don't say that! you only get better by practicing more and more, I still feel sometimes like my writing sucks, but if there are people that enjoy it, I'll leave it out.

I'd love to read yours too <33

omg I found nipple tassel Wolverine

actually it looks like nipple covers? those little cable cords seem to attach to the slutty uniform

that's somehow weirder and sluttier than actual nipple tassels

The woman beckoned at him with a finger, and after a brief internal struggle, Logan shoved his way over to the bar. 

“Vanessa,” She said, raking her eyes over him and smiling a low flirtatious smile. She looked Kitty’s age and all too young to be hanging around a filthy place like this dressed the way she was. 

“I don’t care,” He scowled, “where’s Wade?” 

“Men’s room,” The bartender said, jerking his chin toward the flickering red exit sign and shrugging at Logan’s confused look, “aka, the back alley. These dickheads broke our only working toilet a few weeks back and every repair guy in the New York area hung up on me when I called to schedule an appointment.” 

Logan grimaced. “Jesus.” 

“Want a drink before you go?” He asked.

“I’m sober.” 

“Pity,” Vanessa said, biting her lip. 

Shaking his head at the bizarre encounter, Logan made his way out onto the street via the dented back door. It had finally started to rain, a light steady drizzle that immediately sank into his clothes and made everything sticky wet. His glasses immediately fogged up. And shit, he’d forgotten he was still wearing them. No wonder the bald guy at the bar called him a grandpa. He looked the part. Logan whisked them off and tucked the readers into a side pocket. He could hear heavy breathing and underneath all the garbage and human waste, Logan caught a whiff of Wade. 

And then he saw him. 

Slumped against the stained brick wall behind an overflowing dumpster, his arm loose around a random man’s shoulder. The guy’s face was buried in his neck, hands pawing at Wade’s ass and humping him through two layers of wet denim. It couldn’t have been remotely comfortable for either of them. 

Logan knew what this was. He’d encountered his fair share of troubled kids that Xavier took in. It was attention seeking at its basest form – deliberate self-sabotage and escalating attempts to push at boundaries to see how Logan would react. They always chose him for some reason. Rogue had done something similar when she arrived at the school, intentionally hurting herself to have an excuse for Logan to fret and worry over her. She’d gotten better over the years just like the others that had found a home with Charles Xavier. He was proud of all of them, but Wade, fuck, Wade managed to actually get under his skin.  

As if on cue, he let out a fake fluttery moan. 

“Want you to fuck me, daddy,” Wade said, staring directly at Logan’s stony face. 

The man grinding against him like a dog in heat groaned, the sound twisting into a startled yelp when Logan grabbed the back of his shirt and threw him off of Wade. 

“Let’s go,” He said, ignoring the drunk fuck that was struggling to get up and keeping his gaze on Wade’s triumphant little smirk.  

“You came for me, even though you didn’t have to,” Wade said, as if Logan had passed some secret test. He pushed himself off the wall and into Logan’s personal space, so close he felt the warm press of the kid’s body against his for a second before Logan shoved him back again. 

“You’re my student,” He said, a reminder to himself as much as Wade. 

“So you keep saying, professor,” Wade rolled his eyes and pushed rain damp hair out of his face, “fine then, you should fuck off. I’ve got a few dicks to suck tonight.”

Professor Logan x College Student Wade (problematic age gap warning)

Sister Margaret’s was a shithole. 

Logan’s boot slipped in a sticky pile of something the moment he stepped inside. It smelled of unwashed man, cheap alcohol and possibly all of life’s regrets. A noxious cocktail he’d been intimately familiar with during the late 70’s before Charles came into his life. He was better now that he’d retired from the X-Men and was teaching full time. Logan had even quit drinking. 

“Who the fuck are you?” It was a mountain of a man, bald, shaggy unkempt beard trailing all the way down to his sagging waistband and covered in tattoos. 

“Nobody,” Logan stood his ground and didn’t budge when the guy shoved him, “I’m not looking for trouble, just here to find a student of mine.” 

Neckbeard swept his gaze down Logan’s gray cardigan and wool slacks, lips curling back in a mocking smile. “What do you teach, grandpa? Art history?” 

“Didn’t know you knew what art history was,” He lifted an eyebrow, trying not to let the insult about his age get to him. That had never been an issue in the past until Wade walked in mid-lecture a few months back and all of a sudden made Logan feel a thousand years old and, well, like a bit of a creep.

He was practically a fossil, and a fossil shouldn’t be interacting with a twenty-year-old thing like Wade outside the classroom. It was inappropriate. Charles had even offhandedly said as much during one of their weekly breakfast conversations. 

And yet, here he was, on a Friday evening, definitively outside school hours, looking for Wade. Making sure one of his students was safe, Logan reminded himself as he sidestepped the giant man standing in his way.     

“Hey, I wasn’t done talkin’ to you.” 

The guy grabbed Logan’s shirt collar with a fist the size of a toddler’s head and whatever was left of Logan’s remaining patience finally ran out. He punched the guy in the temple. It was a quick jab, meant to incapacitate really. Neckbeard went down like a pile of rocks, thick hairy arms grazing a metal tray of empty drink glasses and causing a crashing bang that reverberated throughout the poorly lit bar. The deafening young people's music screeched to a halt. All eyes turned to Logan. Hands went to weapons. The gangly bartender in the baggy hoodie pulled out a sawed off shotgun from behind the bar. 

Fuck.

He hadn’t had to whisk out the adamantium claws in years, but Logan seriously considered it now facing a whole bar of angry drunk men with guns. He still hadn’t spotted Wade. 

“Weasel.” 

It was a woman who spoke, the only woman Logan had seen in the filthy establishment so far. She leaned in and whispered something in the bartender’s ear. He blinked, mouth parting slightly as he swept his gaze down Logan’s body. The shotgun was placed back in its hiding spot behind the bar. 

“Guys, it’s all cool. This is the hot daddy dilf Wade was ranting about. Go back to your regularly scheduled slow descent into alcohol poisoning.” 

The grating Gen Z music returned. Logan’s face burned.

I have a lot of respect for the guy who did the study about wolves, the one that came up with "alpha wolves". Because normally when you fuck up science, it just causes some delays and occasional pop-sci nonsense.

Dude fucked up science so badly he invented an entire new genre of pornography. I can only dream of being so influential.

Nolan’s DP voice is the best 🥹 I miss his version so much

EVERYONE NEEDS TO SEE THIS

the way it cuts to black when they fight reminds me of the pan shot at the end of the honda scene

Haha this 💀💀💀

Keep your priorities straight: post fic.

Professor Logan x College Student Wade (problematic age gap warning)

Sister Margaret’s was a shithole. 

Logan’s boot slipped in a sticky pile of something the moment he stepped inside. It smelled of unwashed man, cheap alcohol and possibly all of life’s regrets. A noxious cocktail he’d been intimately familiar with during the late 70’s before Charles came into his life. He was better now that he’d retired from the X-Men and was teaching full time. Logan had even quit drinking. 

“Who the fuck are you?” It was a mountain of a man, bald, shaggy unkempt beard trailing all the way down to his sagging waistband and covered in tattoos. 

“Nobody,” Logan stood his ground and didn’t budge when the guy shoved him, “I’m not looking for trouble, just here to find a student of mine.” 

Neckbeard swept his gaze down Logan’s gray cardigan and wool slacks, lips curling back in a mocking smile. “What do you teach, grandpa? Art history?” 

“Didn’t know you knew what art history was,” He lifted an eyebrow, trying not to let the insult about his age get to him. That had never been an issue in the past until Wade walked in mid-lecture a few months back and all of a sudden made Logan feel a thousand years old and, well, like a bit of a creep.

He was practically a fossil, and a fossil shouldn’t be interacting with a twenty-year-old thing like Wade outside the classroom. It was inappropriate. Charles had even offhandedly said as much during one of their weekly breakfast conversations. 

And yet, here he was, on a Friday evening, definitively outside school hours, looking for Wade. Making sure one of his students was safe, Logan reminded himself as he sidestepped the giant man standing in his way.     

“Hey, I wasn’t done talkin’ to you.” 

The guy grabbed Logan’s shirt collar with a fist the size of a toddler’s head and whatever was left of Logan’s remaining patience finally ran out. He punched the guy in the temple. It was a quick jab, meant to incapacitate really. Neckbeard went down like a pile of rocks, thick hairy arms grazing a metal tray of empty drink glasses and causing a crashing bang that reverberated throughout the poorly lit bar. The deafening young people's music screeched to a halt. All eyes turned to Logan. Hands went to weapons. The gangly bartender in the baggy hoodie pulled out a sawed off shotgun from behind the bar. 

Fuck.

He hadn’t had to whisk out the adamantium claws in years, but Logan seriously considered it now facing a whole bar of angry drunk men with guns. He still hadn’t spotted Wade. 

“Weasel.” 

It was a woman who spoke, the only woman Logan had seen in the filthy establishment so far. She leaned in and whispered something in the bartender’s ear. He blinked, mouth parting slightly as he swept his gaze down Logan’s body. The shotgun was placed back in its hiding spot behind the bar. 

“Guys, it’s all cool. This is the hot daddy dilf Wade was ranting about. Go back to your regularly scheduled slow descent into alcohol poisoning.” 

The grating Gen Z music returned. Logan’s face burned.

take two:

Wade: I'm gonna put this finger up your coochie, sweetie <3

Logan: *angry caveman noises*

look at her, look at this spicy bitch. she's so beautiful

Wade: how much for a bj, o’ lady of the night

Logan: blow on this

that was their dialog for this scene.

look at her, look at this spicy bitch. she's so beautiful

Ah naurrrrr

House in 2024

House: faggot

Foreman: I.. don't think you should be saying that

Chase: arh naur I theenk he carn archally. Ave you seenim with Wilson?

Cameron: I think it's a little rude to speculate about someone's sexuality while they're in the room

House: oh no no, let Chase continue. I wanna know when he'll start describing how I take in in the ass-

*house realizes something*

House: WE HAVE TO CHECK THE PATIENTS ASS

look at her, look at this spicy bitch. she's so beautiful

can you believe that we have fanfiction. that we have websites dedicated to fanfiction. that there is a place that you can go and read tens, hundreds, thousands and thousands of pieces of writing that strangers have made. people who are not "writers". people who come home at the end of the day and have feelings and say, i am going to put that into words. i am going to share those words. short, long, sweet, sad, horny, funny, wonderful words. we are all just human and we all love to make and remake and share that with others. can you believe that.

i love the thought of logan nodding off and laying his head on wade’s shoulder

and wade tries to take picture of him every time but he’s too scared that if he moves he’ll wake the sleeping kitty, so he just kinda sits there for hours (while gently petting logan’s head).

along with that, i like to think logan falls asleep in so many random places in the apartment, and wade takes a picture whenever he finds him like that…just cuz he loves seeing his man so peaceful.

he draws little cat ears on the pics and has a dedicated album for them (he has about 1000+)

One of these days I have to update my butchlander stuff. It feels like a lifetime ago. It’s gonna be a pain to try and write Butcher’s voice again I just know.

You want that Home depot fic with or without mutations?

Hi Anon! Normal people w/out mutations please!

I am reblogging this in the hopes that someone will fulfill my dreams of Home Depot Logan from when I first joined this site.

Please god, please.

Logan gives off such powerful butch lesbian energy in his plaid shirt in that last scene. Where are the AU fics with him working at Home Depot and Wade being a single father to an ugly dog who's obsessed with him and takes on more and more dangerous home DIY installations just for an excuse to go into the store and interact with his man. Like he just shows up increasingly more and more injured as the days go by, and Logan's forced to go check on him one day when he doesn't appear at his regular time. Maybe someone gets conveniently stuck inside a dryer for plot purposes.

Here's the Genderbent!AU with female Logan. Forgot to also post the AO3 link here. I actually really enjoyed writing this one for myself haha :) There might be a second installment one day

“You dick,” Logan hissed, slapping his hand away and yanking Wade’s knife out of her side.

“Sorry, thought you were Victor coming to gut me from mouth to anus and wear my skin leather as a new pair of Christmas pajamas.”

His heart was thumping for a whole different reason now. She was so close he could smell the faint salty tang of sweat and lingering wood smoke on her.

“You’re not the first or last man I’ve fucked, Wade. Victor will get over it,” Logan said, her tone bone-dry. And yeah, he figured a looker like her would have gotten some action in the six years since they’d crossed paths, but to hear it so casually confirmed still stung.

Wade scowled. “Whore.”

I occasionally see a reader username or icon from literally years ago commenting on my new stuff and it’s so neat that we’re all still here, and you have witnessed me becoming more and more unhinged with the shit I write. Thank you for sticking around for the madness, long time readers 🥹

i love them sooooo much

god, my friend said Demi looked like Deadpool in one of the scenes and it broke my brain

this was honestly such an uncomfortable watch. I am still reeling. Dennis Quaid did a great job as well. the shrimp scene was *barf*

The Substance is truly one of the most horrific and uncomfortable movies I have seen this year. It was great in terms of body horror but holy shit, why did I go see this? I guess the greatest horror of it all was probably the insanely aggressive male gaze throughout (satirical yes, but so so realistic). I do appreciate the scene framing and sound effects though, it was so unsettling.