Gonna Be A Big One Under The Cut

the seasonal top gun hyperfixation has returned, and you know i ain't worried bout it

Sir that's my emotional support rat bastard

due to Logan's adamantium skeleton, Wade would eventually have to watch him grow weaker and weaker, his bones betraying him as they slowly kill him from the inside out, until the day he eventually dies.

they both finally think they have someone who doesn't age, who can't die, someone they can spend eternity with. a kindred soul, meant to be. Wade would spend hundreds of years with Logan, him being the only constant in his life, the only person who truly understands him. his soulmate.

but eventually, Wade would have to sit and watch him die, taking care of his slowly decaying soulmate, unable to do anything to prevent it. Logan would die in his arms and he'd be left to wander the earth, alone and hollow, for the rest of time.

#hadestown

something about foreshadowing being more prominent the second time around reading a story but in a way that the meaning is changed forever and you can never view a story the same as you once did before. do you know what i mean.

We finish this together.

Ok but imagine being half someone’s soul, as the poets say.

Critically endangered Malayan Tiger.

“I’ll just rest my eyes” is the biggest lie you’re going straight to snorkmimimi land

to you, it’s a shitty sentence. to some random bitch 500 miles away, it’s a fire line that’ll haunt them for the next 17 years.

you don’t know how impactful your writing is because it’s been in your brain for far too long now. you’ve stared at it for hours and repeated “this sucks” over and over again to the point that you killed your capacity to feel anything about your work.

but trust me, once you get your shit out there, someone’s gonna go over that paragraph you hate and go “jesus fucking christ” and put the book down to have an existential crisis.

Miles Teller and Glen Powell having Rooster and Hangman energy

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