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theo copying his dad's mannerisms is the cutest thing

every time i see leo bloom in his lil suspenders i jizz a little

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This app is oppressing me but the last 4 panels are Wade looking at Logan like he hung the stars and Logan panicking and going away. Wade says "I'll treasure them forever"

Got the idea bc I always forget to draw Logan's tags so BUM Wade's the one that has them.

"But Nugget Wade doesnt wear them either" HE CUT OPEN HIS SKIN AND PUT THEM THERE, THEYRE IN HIM, ALONG HIS HEART. TAKE THAT.

I rest my case bye

I honestly don't think that, as a fandom, we appreciate Wade and Logan enough.

Yes, we love Deadpool and Wolverine, but what about Wade and Logan?

The people behind the masks? The people who have to go home and wash the blood of their hands, only to wake up and need to do it all again? The people who suffered through the torture and pain of becoming the killing machines they were made to be? The people who desperately want to live a normal life but will never be allowed to? The people who get stared at and ridiculed because of how they are? The people who have to deal with the pains of regenerating?

Sure, in the mask, Deadpool is a witty, confident, highly skilled killing machine, and in the suit, Logan is an anger filled, blood curdling, killer, but what about when they aren't in the suits? When they get home and hang up the masks?

Wade is an insecure mess who hides his pain behind bad jokes and fake smiles, Logan is a PTSD riddled man who has seen too much for anyone person to handle that drowns his sorrows in beer and whiskey.

And I know people write about that, but I feel like alot of people don't really understand that Wade and Deadpool, Logan and Wolverine- they are different.

I’m like… half-watching the rest of Mufasa: TLK now, and I think they just like… verbally confirmed that T&P aren’t an item in this universe.

The audacity lol

(It was the moment where, and I’m paraphrasing here because I can’t be bothered to back the movie up, where Pumbaa is like “love? Gross. It’s not like that’s something I think about all the time and actually really wish I had.”)

And then Timon just pats him on the head.

I actually DO like the idea that they’ve never talked about or labeled their relationship—which is something I’m exploring in my fanfic. There’s an aspect to it about how they finally DO figure their shit out, and how Timon gains a bit of self awareness and emotional maturity for once in his life.

But the fact that THIS MOVIE had the audacity to do that lol

Maybe I’m reading too much into that. Just looking for reasons to be mad because I hate the live action T&P. But yeah, those two barely even feel like friends in this universe.

Do I have any right to actually be mad?!? Probs not. Because it fits my exact headcanon that they haven’t truly defined their relationship until post TLK 2. For me, they (well, Timon, anyways) are so emotionally repressed that they just never discussed it. Ha.

I’m just getting secondhand anger for all you T&P shippers who view them as being openly (and honestly) together as far back as when Simba was a cub.

BLAHHHHHHH I’m digging myself into a hole, here.

average early spideytorch interaction

I'm watching that 5 Timers Club sequence from SNL that looked more like an OMitB reunion and realized that we should have Tom Hanks join the show.

Can you imagine good old dashing Tom Hanks trying to woo Loretta and getting absolutely demolished by a dwarf named Short?

how to train your mercenary

logan and wade out at a gay bar

wade suggested it; logan heard “free drinks” and agreed

it’s loud, the floors are sticky, but wade is having a great time, twirling yukio on the dance floor and necking blowjob shots like he’s getting paid for it (it’s possible that logan watches him lick the whipped cream from his lips every single time with Rapt attention, but that’s his business)

logan’s not really feeling up to dancing, so he sits at the bar, pleasantly buzzed and watching wade glide his way through the crowd. eventually, someone approaches him, and they’re laying it on Thick. their eyes dart from logan’s eyes, to his beer-wet lips, to the bit of chest hair tufted above the neckline of his tank, to his biceps bulging out of his flannel, and it’s Not Fucking Subtle, but they seem harmless enough; he offers little in the way of responses, opting for noncommittal grunts or hums while his gaze remains trained on wade in the sea of bar-goers.

but, inevitably, the person takes logan’s aloofness as a game, an invitation to push a little further, like he’s playing hard to get — they rest a hand on his shoulder, dip their fingers beneath his collar, bat their lashes and lean close enough that logan can smell the liquor perfuming their breath with sharp clarity

“so, what’s your type, handsome?”

logan shrugs their hand off. raises the bottle in his hand, points at where wade is now tugging ellie into the fray, jubilant and pink with laughter even as ellie digs her heels into the ground and whips her head from side to side.

“the grumpy bald chick?” the person asks with a scowl.

yukio appears behind her girlfriend and starts pushing her forward; wade whoops triumphantly.

“bald guy yanking on the bald chick,” logan clarifies, and the insistent bargoer wrinkles their nose.

if he were anyone else, he probably wouldn’t hear the eugh that slips out of their liquor-loose mouth, but he isn’t, and he does, and it pisses him the fuck off.

so much so, in fact, that he slams his beer down on the bar hard enough to crack the glass, and marches over to where wade is still trying to get ellie to dance. he snakes an arm around his waist, pulls him backward, and plants a nasty kiss on him, right in the eye line of the now very pissy bargoer. their indignance rolls audibly over the crowd like fog before they stomp away, red-cheeked and irritated.

wade’s not complaining, and ellie is grateful for the distraction