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Небольшой артик по Дедпулу , может потом как нибудь сделаю какую нибудь видяху с артом, но это не точно

Честно обожаю его💕

I don't got much to say on this song besides I like it and that it is very kinetic. And I don't really have anything to say about Mindless Self Indulgence, I'm not really a fan of their work since I have not listened to much of it.

I do want to talk about how I think this song got me thinking about a hypothetical Spider-Man and Deadpool team-up movie. They're both almost non-stop talkers, and having this song during a big fight seen would just be pretty cool in my opinion.

I don't have much of an idea of a team-up movie, beyond that I would prefer it being animated and leaning more towards adult audiences. Sometimes Spider-Man may bleed in the comics, so you know, while he may have a primary audience of children, something for the adult fans is cool. Does not need anything gratuitous, but you know, blood is a part of life, and even superheroes bleed.

And you know, Deadpool... There's pretty much gonna be blood and guts when Deadpool is involved. At least probably half the time, if not more.

Poolverine being Laura’s dads headcannons

Note: in these headcannons, Laura would be high school age

Wade would be the good cop and Logan would be the bad cop.

Laura would join Wade and Logan on missions but not too many of them because she needs to go to school.

Wade would get Laura to stay with either Blind Al or with Yukio and Ellie and whenever she doesn’t go on missions. If they trust her enough to be home alone, they would give her an extra key to the apartment and leave food for her.

Whenever Wade tells her a joke, Logan would either roll his eyes or chuckle.

Wade and Logan helps with Laura’s homework whenever she needs it but when she asks for help with math, Wade would tell her to ask Logan because he’s not the best at math, especially the more difficult types of math. If its calculus, geometry, and other difficult types of math, Logan would help Laura with it.

Whenever there’s drama at school, Wade is most likely to want to hear about it.

When it’s time to give her the birds and the bees talk, both of them would talk to her and Wade would make some jokes here and there.

If Laura gets a boyfriend, girlfriend or partner, Wade and Logan would be happy for her if she is happy. When her boyfriend/girlfriend/partner meets them both, Wade and Logan would be very nice to him/her/them, they would also say “If you ever hurt Laura or break her heart, you’ll be sorry.”

Wade and Logan would give her 10:00 or 10:30 curfews when she goes out with her friends or partner, especially on school nights.

If Laura gets sick or injured at school, Logan, Wade or both of them would pick her up from school. If they’re on a mission, they would get Ellie and Yukio to pick her up. (Idk if Blind Al drives so please don’t @ me)

If Laura needs advice, Wade and Logan would always be willing to talk to her. They would reassure her that she doesn’t need to be scared or ashamed to ask.

Both Wade and Logan would sign permission slips for when Laura’s class is planning to go on a field trip.

If Laura has a date with her partner, Wade and/or Logan would drop her off. If her partner drives and they trust him/her/them enough they would let her partner pick her up. Wade would tell them both “If you two plan on having sex, make sure to use protection!” Wade and Logan would hug her before she leaves and tells her and her partner to drive safe and to be home by curfew.

When Laura is out, Wade and Logan would do stuff together at home or go out on a date.

Most Romantic Gesture

Wade: What’s the most romantic thing you’ve done for her? Logan: I didn’t kill anyone for a whole week. Y/N: That’s a huge deal! Thank you, babe! ❤️ Wade: So basically, he loves you enough to restrain himself from murder? Logan: You make it sound so sweet, Wade.

“every Deadpool has a Peter”

what’d you mean by that

Fics that talk about Wade’s chronic pain are so important to me. Having a canon disabled character that kicks so much ass is already awesome, but actually talking about his symptoms and stuff makes me feel so much less alone 🥹

I have a request for a deadpool fic, if you could make a very angsty story where deadpool thinks he is undeserving of love and never thinks someone in this world would fall for him 😭 he is self-conscious about his looks and never in his right mind it crossed him that he has a chance with the reader, but he would do anything just to feel loved. he's just a constantly depressed ball of sadness, and the only way he copes with his thoughts is his dark humor. while the reader is head over heels for that man, and she's showering him in love, but he only thinks it's because they're friends 😭🫶🏼

monster

description: wade wilson being insecure about his looks, not knowing if the girl he loves would ever love him back.

paring: wade wilson x reader!

contains: angst! with happy ending (i didn’t know how to end it😭)

w.c: 1.2k

|an: finally writing forreals again! i needed to get back into it. thank u for ur request, i hope u like it😇 reader is a baker bc i couldn’t think of a more wholesome career path😭

you’ve known your best friend, wade wilson, for almost a year now. starting off as just occasional friends, hanging out at each other's apartments, watching chick flicks, and eating your weight in junk food until your friendship grew into something deeper, feeling nothing but love and admiration for another and the desire to be something more.

he’s so in love with you; he knows that now. he tried to deny it; he tried telling himself there’s no way, there’s absolutely no way a woman as intelligent, as confident, and as kind as you could ever love a monster like him. He knew you deserved better—a handsome, young, intelligent accountant or something.

his field of work is dangerous; he knows that. killing random people he doesn’t even know for cash. large sums of cash, sure. but, nonetheless, killing. he honestly always found it humorous, a trained marksman, mercenary, and vigilante , with his super cool awesome, still in school to become a pâtissière best friend!

he knew you’d leave; he knew no human being on planet earth could bear even looking at his rough, bumpy skin. that’s why he’s yet to show you his face, never failing to wear his mask around you, even though you’ve known each other for so long now. he didn’t know why you were still around after all this time even with the mask on, he knew most people found him to be annoying, aggravating, and just an all around piece of shit person, but for some reason, you liked him, and you enjoyed being around him.

he’s never had someone so close to him, as you are with him. you’re so kind, so affectionate, and so touchy. he thinks it’s just pity, you’d never think of him as anything more than a friend.

he dreamt of being the man who loved you the rest of your life; he wished that he could fall asleep and wake up to your face every day, make you laugh every day, eat every meal with you, watch every movie and every show, spend every holiday together, fuck, even start a family. he craved you. he craved your love, your care, and your kindness; he wanted to be normal with you, but he’s not normal, far from it. he knew better than that. he knew he didn’t deserve that. he would never be the man that you love.

he’s not ready to let you go, but he can’t keep his feelings for you inside any longer. he honestly dug himself into an even deeper hole, choosing to come over almost every free night he had. he couldn’t stay away from you; he hated being away from you. during every mission and every fight, all he thought about was coming home to you. you’re the only person who truly understood him for the man that he is, and he loves you for that. he’s never opened up to anybody the way that he’d opened up to you. you were special, so special to him. he was terrified.

you felt hopeless, stupid, and desperate. every advance you made, you’d failed. from baking him his favorite treats, to holding his hand while you watched a movie on the couch, to giving him hugs that lasted a little longer than necessary after a long mission, you couldn’t get your best friend out of your mind, not if you tried. hou crave him, his love, his care, his stupid fucking jokes that never end, his sarcastic nature, his sass—you don’t think you have ever loved a man the way that you love wade.

sometimes, he made you think that he might like you back, that he might have some sort of romantic interest in you, but it was quickly shut down after he made a joke, basically telling you that it would never happen.

you and wade were sitting on the couch, just talking, telling stories, and catching up after a particularly long time apart. until you had thought of a statement, that could’ve told you whether or not wade may or may not feel the same way.

your best friend, mia, had mistaken you and wade for a couple while on the phone. when you denied her statement, she apologized, saying she’s sorry for assuming, but you did spend all your time together..

when you told wade what she said, he doubled down in laughter before spitting out, “you? me? never. who is this friend? have i met her? has she seen me before? you might need to get her 5150’d.”

which did shatter your heart into a million pieces, but nonetheless, it wouldn’t stop you from trying to show him how much you care, how much you want to be with him, and how much you want to love him. he deserved love, and you wanted to give it to him.

each time he made a self-deprecating joke, it broke your heart. it was torture for you. the most he would ever do is lift his mask slightly when he ate with you, only to pop a piece of food in his mouth, then sheathe his face with his mask once again to chew, repeating the process until he’d finished. but even then, you never looked out of respect.

there were multiple occasions where you could’ve snuck a peek, where you could’ve turned around and saw his full face, but you knew how genuinely insecure he felt and how scared he was for you to see his face, so you never looked, not wanting to betray his trust or make him uncomfortable. you loved him, and you wish he understood that absolutely nothing could change that. especially not the way he looks.

today, you were sat on your couch, waiting for him to arrive. He said he’d be over tonight for the usual—rom-coms and junk food. but today, you felt different, your balls finally dropped, and you were ready to admit how you felt, whether it was a good or bad outcome, you were ready.

every single worst-case scenario clouded your thoughts, making your palms sweaty and causing a deep ache in your chest until you heard a knock at your door, saving you from plummeting even farther into your head.

you open the door, and time feels slow motion. you didn’t see deadpool; you saw wade for the first time- the real wade. standing there with an anxious expression plastered across his mottled face, snacks in one hand and flowers ripped from the dirt outside of your apartment complex in the other.

your stomach dropped along with your expression, the shock stunning you into place as you began to gather your thoughts. this is what he was hiding, you thought. jesus christ, all of that trouble for this? you could almost hit him.

wade, on the other hand, paced in your hallway, back and forth for 15 minutes before this, trying to decide whether he should just bail and leave the fucking country or finally stop being pussy and just show you his goddamn face.

after seeing your initial reaction, his head dropped, his gaze on the floor, as he muttered, “i know. total freak show, right? freddy kruger? craterface? cmon, lay it on me.”

now was your chance, as you cupped his face with your hands and pressed your soft lips against his dry, cracked ones. you felt his tense muscles drop and relax as he melted into the kiss, relishing in the feeling and making sure it was real, too.

you’d pulled away, looking him in the eyes and flashing a smile his way before placing kisses all over his cheeks, forehead, nose, and chin.

your gaze fell across his face once again, this time meeting you with a shit-eating grin plastered across his face.

“so— ten things i hate about you, or steel magnolias?”