I went to a cirque performance, and had to draw this afterwards.
Logurt Week- AU
Saint-Florent, France (by Tony N.)
Latest Painting In Progress - “He Fell Asleep As We Was Flyin’ Over Bristol.”
I am weeping.
Logurt Week: Family
James Howlett and Kurt Waggoner from X-treme X-men. In my head James totally busts Hercules and Kurt out off the afterlife and they live happily ever after.
I guess technically this isn’t really Logurt, but I could any meaningful relationship between them as Logurt, even if it’s father/son.
If that sort of thing isn’t allowed, just let me know.
S.T.Gibson (via modernhepburn)
These aren’t tears I’m just…
Don’t look at me.
I have a thing for tall guys with perfect hair
apocalypse-patisserie — Check out the pretty. :)
Because of -This-
The next morning, Kurt woke up in bed, cuddled up to Logan’s pillow. He blinked and rubbed his eyes and couldn’t find his lover anywhere in the room. He listened for the sound of morning sickness that had greeted him the previous morning, but he was quite alone. He sat up and looked around. Something seemed…off…then he realized that the bedroom was spotless. There were no clothes on the floor, no empty beer cans or bottles waiting to be thrown away. No cigar smell. In fact, that particular odor didn’t seem to cling to the curtains or sheets the way it normally did.
He climbed out of bed and made it hastily then threw on clothes before stepping into the bathroom to brush his teeth and hair. Even the bathroom was shiny. Kurt poked his head back into the bedroom and noticed that the mini-fridge that Logan kept for his beer was slightly open, so he moved over to it to close it. Before his tail could push the door closed, Kurt saw that the fridge was empty.
“Huh,” he mused to the empty room. That was odd. Logan had just restocked that the other night before all of this pregnancy mess started.
Instead of puzzling over it for long, Kurt just teleported out of the bedroom and popped into the kitchen. When the brimstone cleared, he smelled the aroma of eggs and bacon cooking and…other not-complementary scents.
“Ya know, Elf, we’re gonna have ta talk about you portin’ into a room without fair warning first,” Logan said from stove-side where he was busy flipping the bacon, cheese, sardine and pickle – sweet and dill – omelet until the eggs were nice and fluffy around all the filling. He looked over his shoulder and beamed a playful smile at his lover.
Kurt had been known to eat some strange food combinations in his life. For that matter, so had Logan, but whatever monstrosity that the older mutant was concocting now smelled like nothing that he would ever wish upon his worst enemies. His nose crinkled in disgust, and his tail flicked back and forth until he made it stay still by his leg. He looked around and saw that Logan had even pulled down several herbs that he must have added to the mix – tarragon, basil, cumin, cayenne pepper and Chinese Five Spice, all serving to blend and create a pungent aroma that was reminiscent of the horrors that he remembered creating in chemistry lab.
“Logan, mein Gott…what are you doing? Have you gone insane? That smells horrible. You’re not actually going to eat that, are you?” Kurt complained, wanting to move closer to his lover but terrified that the horrifying stench would cling to his fur all day.
Turning around with the handle gripped in one hand, Logan eased the omelet onto his plate then walked over to the sink, immediately running hot water in the pan, which he scrubbed out and set into the dish rack to dry. He grabbed the sponge and walked back over to the stove to wipe it down then back to the sink. “Of course, I’m gonna eat this. Just woke up hungry for it…and seein’ as how cravings are all a part of pregnancy, I might as well indulge whatever the baby wants.” He looked up at Kurt and kissed him then hugged him tightly.
Kurt’s gaze had followed the shorter man around the kitchen, a bit surprised by Logan’s sudden change in cleaning habits when normally, he’d just leave dishes in the sink until the end of a meal or until he could pawn washing them off on someone else. He hugged Logan back and kissed him, but his eyes fell on the sheer number of beer bottles and cans sitting on the edge of the sink. Empty.
“Logan?” he asked and gestured to them.
Logan turned to look at them and gave Kurt a grin before brushing back an errant lock of black hair from his tanned skin. “What? Ya didn’t think I was gonna keep all those around while I’m pregnant, did ya? I can’t drink, Kurt, and I was hopin’ that…well, with this bein’ our baby an’ all, that you’d be willing to give up drinking during the duration, too. Ya know…emotional support.”
I need a drink to just get through this week, Kurt thought to himself, but he nodded his head. “Of course, mein Lieb. Emotional support. That’s what I’m here for,” he promised and kissed Logan’s forehead. He felt the older man nuzzle against him then nearly bounce back over to the island where his plate waited for him. Kurt watched as Logan buttered two pieces of toast then liberally coated them in plum jelly before shaking a bottle of Tabasco sauce over his omelet, then he carted everything including a glass of milk toward the door leading into the dining room.
“I noticed you got rid of the cigar smell in the bedroom, too, Liebchen,” Kurt mentioned while he tried to decide if he could actually eat anything after watching Logan fix his own breakfast.
“Oh right! I got rid of all my cigars, Elf. Not good ta smoke while I’m pregnant, babe, and I shouldn’t smoke afterward either, so I’m gonna give it up.”
Kurt watched Logan disappear into the other room then sagged against the counter. He wasn’t going to make it to the end of Emma’s week.
Groot lights. Favorite scene.