valeriamrichards:

Hello. Hm? Sure. I’m doing just fine. Part from a burnt finger. I’m working on new things at the moment~

What about you?

Good t’ hear.

I ain’ bad. Runnin’ a school now. Yer mom an’ dad doin’ good?

(Source: clawedcanadian)

missdarlathing:

I take it you don’t keep up with the latest music trends or… the latest anything? It doesn’t matter. I sing occasionally.

…We’ve been in the press quite a bit lately. And whoever said there’s no such thing as bad press was horribly wrong. ….Hm. No. It doesn’t. At least not yet.

What gave it away? Ya any good?

-He snorts- Darlin’ ya don’ know real bad press, not yet. …Want me t’?

(Source: clawedcanadian)

bamfsback:

Logan, it is only a pull tab, you cannot possibly even have as much trouble with them as I do. What is that phrase of yours?

Oh yes.

“Man up.”

Laugh it up, Elf. 

(Source: spacehamsters)

thegreenmagnet:

“Logan.” She replied, returning the nod. “Coming in to check on us again? Or is there another case you want us to solve?”

“Jus’ sayin’ hi fer now. Ya feelin’ okay?”

(Source: clawedcanadian)

regeneratingdegenerate:

Somewhere else other than right here with my favorite snuggle cousin? Okay, fine, I’ll come out an’ say it: I miss your musk. -He cracks a smirk, unable to contain it.-

…Right. That’s it yer leavin’. Now.

(Source: clawedcanadian)

thegreenmagnet started following you

-Nods- Lorna.

valeriamrichards started following you

Hey kid, ya doin’ okay?

missdarlathing:

….This is how I’m going to be remembered. Great. Uh, yep. That’s me. Darla Deering.

Oh. The suit. Reed Richards made the suit when The Thing… stopped being the Thing for a little while. Didn’t ask Drags much more about it. Least not yet. Do you use your gruffness to scare of enemies?

Am I supposed t’ know ya from somethin’ else?

Think I remember somethin’ ‘bout that. An’ why? Does it scare ya?

(Source: clawedcanadian)

Expect Yelling

aroguedeviation:

At his comment about comparing herself to the students, she shoots him a look. “You’re the one sayin’ Ah’m such a child.” She looks up at him, shifting so her legs are no longer under her but in front of her. Drawn up close to her body, she wraps one arm around then, putting her other hand on one knee. 

“You vanish for days a time when you need some ‘space’. An’ most times, that ain’t ever the right answer. An’ for your information,” and she pokes her index finger against his chin as she glares up at him. “Simon an’ Ah talked. ‘Sorry’ doesn’t fix what Ah’ve gone an’ did.” All her mean looks are very half-hearted; while the third degree doesn’t feel good, she knows Logan is right. He’s not saying anything she isn’t berating herself with.

Still hurts, though. “What do ya want meh to say, Logan? Ah’m not like you. Ah can’t kill someone an’ say ‘oops’ an’ move on with mah day. ” Rogue looks at the hand on her knee. The one that killed Reaper. “You can’t hate meh more than Ah hate mahself right now.”

He paces slightly before stopping. “I don’ just leave whenever I want. When I go places it’s cause there’s something I have t’ take care of on my own. Somethin’ that neither th’ X-Men or the Avengers should be tied too. An’ ya know that. Pass like mine that’s inevitable. Sayin’ I need space jus’ means don’ follow me, it’s personal. ” He rubs his face with one hand and sits down in front of her.

“I don’ think this will be fixed with a simple apology an’ I ain’ tell’ ya t’ get o’er it like it’s nothin’. I’m sayin’ this is about more than ya and if ya keep yerself holed up in here yer only makin’ it worse fer everyone. I don’ hate ya. Angry an’ disappointed, hell yeah, but there’s no hate.” He looks at her seriously. “Ya don’ ever jus’ move on from this. Ya carry it with ya for th’ rest o’ yer life. It’s a lesson, an’ a horrible one. Ya don’ ever forget it. But right now yer mopin’ is only makin’ things worse. Time t’ step up t’ the plate and try t’ clean up yer mess before it’s too late t’ do anythin’.”

(Source: clawedcanadian)