Also This Up-skirt Shot Is So Powerful. Director Knew What He Was Doing With The Subtext Here.

also this up-skirt shot is so powerful. director knew what he was doing with the subtext here.

this Logan variant is serving cunt. look at that stance and that mane. dude probably gives aggressive back alley blowjobs with too much teeth for petty cash or something.

It's so fascinating how certain character ships have such charged chemistry off the bat you know they smash nasty, and then there are others that are just inherently nonsexual, like they have Barbie genitalia or something.

yes, definitely

i’m going to say something that might make me seem ungrateful, but i think it’s true of many fic writers:

we want you to leave comments ON ao3.

we’re not angry or disappointed or anything like that when you leave qrts or lots of tags on our fic posts, not at all. we don’t NOT want you to message us to tell us how a fic touched you. but in addition to that, please consider just copying those words and posting them on ao3 as a comment.

why?

the reason is simple: leaving commentary in other places is ephemeral. story posts get pushed down. chats get pushed down in the list of chats, or worse, pushed up in lists of messages as the conversation continues. but comments on ao3 are easily accessible. and this is important because writers read and reread these comments regularly.

writing, especially writing longfics, is exhausting and drains your confidence over time. having a collection of people who enjoyed your past work at your fingertips is an excellent way to build yourself up when you’re feeling down. fic writers need this a lot.

i know over the past few years there’s this trend to be very descriptive with what is an “acceptable” comment. that’s all nonsense, as long as you’re not being an asshole, just say what’s on your heart.

but post it on ao3. please.

“No…we can’t do this…” Wade mumbled, expression suddenly twisting as he gave a full-body shudder, “I mustn’t…what about my beautiful wife…”

Logan wondered what was going on inside that chaotic inferno Wade called a brain. He was probably dreaming about sex, the sick fuck.

“Wait, please don’t cry. I’m sorry…” His breath hitched. There was a pregnant pause, and then Wade moaned out a name—

“Thor.”

Logan’s curiosity fizzled and morphed into something significantly less mild. He snuck a hand between the dickhead’s legs, fingers curling around his unprotected ballsacks, and twisted hard.

(Chapter 3 is here! There's sexy dream Thor in this one)

Shawn Levy, when I FIND YOU. Was this butt pressed on crotch shot necessary? Hell yes

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