#Oscar Wilson

[random-brushstrokes]

Oscar Wilson - A battle of wits: tourists, pickpockets and police, St Mark's Square (1889)

[moviesandmania]

THEDÆMON Lovecraftian horror - trailer and Frightfest news

The Dæmon is a 2024 horror film about a man seeking to understand why his father took his own life. “The Lovecraftian slow burn follows a family attempting to reconcile past traumas, only to face demons infinitely more sinister than their own.” The movie was written and directed by Matt Devino and David Michael Yohe. The Isotropic Films-Whalefilm co-production stars Tyler Q Rosen, Oscar Wilson,…

[milliondollarbaby87]

Ricky Stanicky (2024) Review

When three childhood friends pull off a prank that goes wrong they invent Ricky Stanicky and twenty years later they still blame this imaginary person for everything they do wrong and if they want a weekend away somewhere! ⭐️⭐️⭐️ Continue reading Ricky Stanicky (2024) Review

[gamechangershow]

🪄GAME CHANGER SEASON 6 TRAILER HAS ARRIVED✨

Prepare yourself for another journey into the unknown, guided by @samreich. The new season premieres February 12th, exclusively on @dropoutdottv

For a full crew list for the season, please go here: https://bit.ly/GameChangerS6Credits

[simbii]

[purple-1995]

Imagine that boyfriend that is always the hornier one in the relationship.

Imagine him daily coming up to you with all kinds of ideas for your sex life. You will be minding your business and out of nowhere he will show you his phone with a random porn video. Would you like to try it, baby? 😏 Or he will show you a sex shop page with a toy you aren't even sure what it is supposed to do. But don't worry, he will explain it to you with heavy details 😋 He will even come up to you and tell you about this trick his best friend told him about, that he did on his girlfriend and she came so hard that she almost fainted! 🤯 Can he do it on you? 😍🙏🏻 If you are ok with his proposition, he will be SO excited! He will wait anxiously for the moment, like a child in front of the oven waiting for the cookies to be ready 🍪 If you are hesitant, he will turn on his puppy slutty face and try to change your mind, whining and moaning about how it will feel sooo good 🤤 All while touching you, kissing you and humping his hard on against your body 🥴 If you flat out refuse, he will pout but will understand 🥺 Will he ask you for a handjob as a consolation prize? Yes. After all, every relationship is made of compromises 😇

Horny!Boyfriend

[icarusredwings]

Was asked what Wade thinks about his skin after his powers and cancer are taken away. If he would cover up still even when it's hot. And I would like to say yes. He automatically does it as muscle memory.

Logan: Why are you covered up? Its july

Wade: babe you know how people think about me. I dont wanna scare the kids

Logan: .... Wade you are quite literally the third hottest guy in our apartment complex..

Wade wont let logan place himself lower then him EVER so he always has to say hes at least the second, but also, this one guy down the hall is a body builder husband and both logan and wade flirt with him sometimes. Its insane.

"LOGAN!! Mr. Plesetski is taking out the trash again!!"

"Really? Again?.. damn..."

*both of them AND puppins at the window*

Al: yall are some freaks..

Harold and Sheryl Plesetski are their neighbors down the hall. Real nice people.

Honestly this is the only man that wade is allowed to flirt with freely without his face getting beat in.

He just kinda rolls his eyes amused because its nice to see wade happy and giddy. Besides. Mr. Plesetski is one of the only people that makes wade feel good about how he looks, he means it as a innocent compliment but wade takes it as flirting.

Wade, in the hall: *pretends to struggle carrying in groceries*

Logan: ? What are you-

Wade: SHH- Oh Mr. Plesetski! Could you please help me? I did chemo today so..

Mr. Plesetski: Hm? Oh yes of course! Your appartments 204 right?

Wade: Yes it is! Thank you so much! Soooo... what are you doing this weekend?

Mr. Plesetski: Oh, no, thank you for asking. Im taking Sheryl mini golfing and then to the lobster shack. You?

Wade: *drooling*

Logan: *nudges him* Hes gonna be sleeping. A lot.

Mr. Plesetski: From the chemo? Im so sorry. You know- Sheryl could knit you a hat if youd like. I know you probably get cold easily. My mother did when she had her breast cancer.

Wade: Uh huh *his ass is not litsening*

Logan: *rolls his eyes smirking and shaking his head* wow

Sometimes Wade still gets jealous if Logan is a bit too interested, tho because Wade thinks compared to Harold. He's like a 0, and he's a 100

Logan: *lingering after 'bumping' into him* Hey so.. Do you know any good gyms around here? Cause.. obviously, you weren't born like that

Mr. Plesetski: *laughs* I actually go to the one over on the corner of 6th. You're free to join me sometime. I know how hard it can be to find a good routine at this age.

Logan: hah.. yeaah... this age.. you're like. What? 35?

Mr. Plesetski: Ha! Close! Im 53.

Logan: damn-

Mr. Plesetski: Excuse me?

Logan: I-i mean.. Im *panics* 62

Mr. Plesetski: *pats his back* Well id say you look pretty good for 62. Alright. Suppose I should get back. It's meatloaf night.

Logan, blushing: H-heh... yeah..

Logan, later: Hey wade? Have you seen my shorts?

Wade, crossing his arms on the couch: Why dont you ask Mr. Plesetski!?

Logan: Oh come on! It's not a big deal!

And then.. you have Carla Boothe...

"Hey Howlie have you- DAMN, Well let me put on my glasses to have a look at ya. God your gorgeous! Winston come look at this ass! It's bigger then yours!"

And unironically, this makes Mr. Plesetski a little uncomfortable but respects her enough not to shoo her away as she pinches his cheek and tells him how cute he is. "Uhhh.. thanks? I-i think Sher is calling.."

"Mh mh mmh. Althea dear you have no clue what youre missing." She tells her partner, who rolls her eyes. "Yall are some sick fucking teases. I hope you know that..."

Hell. Even Puppins likes him, always trying to mark him as hers by peeing on his foot. Or maybe it's because she dislikes her papa flirting with him and not logan. Who knows. Shes a weird dog.

"Whats Mr. Plesetski look like?" You may be asking.

Imagine Hugh jackman had a baby, and the baby daddy is between Pedro Pascal and Oscar Issac.

That is Mr. Plesetski.

[unofficial-trader-joes]

“You will always be fond of me. I represent to you all the sins you never had the courage to commit.” ― Oscar Wilde, The Picture of Dorian Gray

[krystinaarielle]

someone said the dropout tv holiday party was their Met Gala and honestly... Same. I had the time of my life with the people I adore 💞

[mrs-stans]

@marvelstudios: Witness the season that ends it all. #WhatIf Season 3 arrives December 22 on @DisneyPlus. Unwrap a new episode daily for 8 days!

[everywishway]

Look, I'm not saying it's mandatory but if y'all don't make A Court of Fey and Flowers OCs/Sonas if it gets a season 2/spinoff like you did for Fantasy High, I will be a little disappointed because it is in fact mandatory. I don't make the rules but I do. I wanna see sexy fey in royal, high-fashion, regalia. If you don't, not only will I be disappointed, I know @quiddie would wanna see it too <3

[contrivedcoincidences6]

I will never emotionally recover from this

[meep-meep-richie]

'' Guys, this is, like, deep blue hero stuff! Of course I'm in. ''

more owen wilson filmography gifsets can be found here

[giveamadeuschohisownmovie]

An easy way to explain RDJ being Doctor Doom is if it’s established that some variants are actually doppelgängers of established characters. Like as part of the chaos of the multiverse, some people end up looking like a completely different character in another universe. To retroactively justify this:

1) MCU Kate Bishop’s doppelgänger is Gwen Stacy from Spider-Verse

2) Apocalypse’s doppelgänger is Marc Spector/Steven Grant/Jake Lockley

3) Deadpool’s doppelgänger is Hannibal King from Blade Trinity

With this explanation, we also justify why certain characters are played by different actors (ex: the 3 Spider-Mans).

[have-you-seen-my-sanity]

Moon Knight and Deadpool

Warnings/Triggers: Deadpool is a trigger himself, blood, violence, strong language, mention of cancer, mention of DID and abuse, Marc and Steven don't know about Jake yet.

Marc and Steven were on their usual patrol when Khonshu informed them of a nearby fight. Moon Knight jumped off a high building, using his cape to fly towards the location, already hearing the sounds of gun shooting and some shouting.

"Marc Spector and Steven Grant, I sense someone else being there." they heard Khonshu say.

"Who? Someone innocent?"

"No. Someone's fighting against them."

When Moon Knight arrived, he was met with some gang members involved in a fight with a man in a red suit and a mask, his back was already penetrated with some knives and the guy in the red suit was taking them out swiftly with his pistols and swords. Moon Knight couldn't act fast enough as the last member was stabbed in his chest and fell to the ground.

"Hey, who are you?" Moon Knight spoke up.

Deadpool turned, seeing the white hero standing not far from him.

"Oh! You wanted to take part in this? If you showed up earlier, I would have been nice enough to let you take out some."

"You didn't answer my question." Moon Knight answered, his voice more firm now.

"I'm Deadpool. And you must be a mummy man with those creepy ass white eyes."

Deadpool swiped his bloody sword off on a dead guy's shoulder to clean it and moved his hands to his back to try and get the knives out.

Moon Knight sighed at this clumsy guy, that's when Marc heard Steven speak.

*Hey Marc, shouldn't we help him out?*

Marc looked back at Deadpool, who was seriously struggling to get the last knife out that was stuck right in the middle of his spine.

"Need some help there?"

Deadpool turned. "Yes, can you pull it out?"

Deadpool made his way over, Moon Knight put one hand on his shoulder to steady him and pulled the knife out with his other hand, not minding the blood spurting out.

"Got a tight grip there, mummy." Deadpool said calmly, turning back around to face him.

"I'm Moon Knight."

"Moon Knight? Who the heck came up with that?"

Moon Knight didn't say anything.

Deadpool leaned in a bit closer "I see, you're a quiet one. Someone with a few words." he patted his shoulder.

"And you seem to not mind having knives in your back."

Deadpool pulled back again. "Well, I have regeneration ability. And I've had worse things let's say, 'inserted into my body'." he giggled.

"Was nice meeting you, Deadpool. But I have some business to attend to." Moon Knight said, turning around to get ready to leave.

"Wait!" Deadpool jogged over, leaning in. "Who do you work for?"

Moon Knight let out an annoyed sigh. "None of your business, kid."

Deadpool let out a gasp and put his hands on his chest, "Come on! Aren't we super hero buddies now?"

"No."

"Fuck, are you always this grumpy?"

Deadpool could see Moon Knight's glowing eyes narrow but he kept pushing his luck.

"Oh, and my real name is Wade. Just Wade, and yours?" He extended his hand for a handshake.

"Just Moon Knight." he grabbed Deadpool's hand and squeezed so hard that some bones were already cracking, making Deadpool wince.

"Okay okay, chill the fuck out, Moony!"

Moon Knight let go of Deadpool's hand. "Mind your own business."

Deadpool looked up at him, holding his numb hand. "Come on, give us a chance! We can be a good team."

"Stay out of my way, pool."

"Aw, see you already like me." Deadpool teased, moving to walk beside Moon Knight when they heard vehicles approaching them.

"Looks like those stupid fucks never give up." Deadpool cursed.

"I deal with them." Moon Knight said, pulling out his crescent darts, throwing them at the drivers. Deadpool moved in, slashing and stabbing the ones who came out of the cars.

The fight didn't last long, the two made quick work of the bad guys.

Moon Knight retrieved his darts, looking at Deadpool who had a knife stuck in his head. "You got a knife in your head."

"I know, but thanks for noticing." Deadpool said in a warm, friendly tone before pulling it out.

Deadpool saw Moon Knight about to walk away and catched up to walk beside him. "We make a good team, don't we?" he turned his head to look at Moon Knight.

"Stop looking at me like you just fell in love with me."

"And what if I did?"

"I'm straight."

"I meant as friends, stop thinking with your dick!"

"Could say the same about you, pool."

"You're no fun."

"Good." Moon Knight looked up to a building, seeing Khonshu standing there, "Now go home." he jumped ontop of a car, to a roof and headed for Khonshu.

"Who was that, Marc?" Khonshu asked, looking into the distance.

"I don't know, but I hope he stays out of our way. Got something else?"

"No, the filth tonight is dealt with." Khonshu said before he disappeared, leaving Marc and Steven to get some rest. Marc made his way back home, to get some sleep.

The next day went by pretty fast as usual and Marc was strolling around the city. He passed a store, looking inside for a second, that's when he saw the cashier getting held at gun point. Marc held his position, looking for a way to get inside unnoticed. In the corner of his eye, he saw someone walking towards the entrance of the store. Taking a closer look, Marc saw the red suit, it was Deadpool.

Deadpool didn't shy away, pulling his gun out and shot the guy with the gun in his kneecap.

"Didn't your mom tell you to be nice to people? Where are your manners!"

The guy dropped to the ground, holding his bleeding knee, crying out in pain and dropping the gun.

Meanwhile Marc cursed under his breath, quickly summoning his Moon Knight suit and rushing inside.

"Hey! Deadpool, don't kill that guy!"

Deadpool whipped around, "Moony!! I knew you'd come."

The guy on the ground reached out for the gun, when suddenly a foot came crushing down on his hand.

"Bad! Now don't make me break your other hand, alright? Sorry if you're right handed." It was Deadpool, who now picked up the pistol.

Moon Knight turned to the cashier, an older woman who was curled into a ball in the corner.

"Hey, Ma'am, everything is okay." Moon Knight said gently, moving to press the silent alarm and carefully helping the woman to stand up. "Deadpool, tie that guy up until the police arrives."

"I hope you're into bondage, bad guy." Deadpool said, pulling some zip ties from one of his pockets, pushing the guy on his stomach with his hands behind his back and tied them up. "There you go. Get comfy before the cops get here."

Deadpool grabbed a nearby permanent marker and wrote 'I suck ;)' on that guy's forehead before he went out to Moon Knight, who was still comforting the woman.

"Did you take care of him?" He asked, turning to look at the guy, seeing the writing on his head.

Deadpool looked proud of himself, even with his mask on, his hands on his hips.

Moon Knight turned back to Deadpool, his white glowing eyes were hodded as if he was unimpressed or annoyed. "Are you kidding me?"

Deadpool giggled, clapping his hands "Yes. It suits him though. Now he's ready for prison."

Slowly, the police sirens could be heard in the distance.

"The police is coming, they will take care of everything else now." Moon Knight assured the woman, who thanked him in return.

"That's my partner, Moon Knight." Deadpool chimed in, earning a scowl from Moon Knight as he went to walk away.

"Come on! You act like a boomer! Where's your sense of humor?" Deadpool asked, walking beside Moon Knight again.

"You could have gotten someone killed!" Moon Knight growled.

"I'm a professional, you just have to trust in my abilities, glowey eye."

Moon Knight grumbled in response but he didn't push Deadpool away. Deadpool walked contendly next to Moon Knight, he wanted to break the silence but choose not to and kept walking in silence.

"Hey Moon Knight?" Deadpool began speaking softly, not wanting to annoy him.

"Yeah?" Moon Knight's voice was neutral.

"Can I get to know your name? I mean it's only fair since I told you mine."

Moon Knight thought for a second, debating whether he should or not.

"Marc. My name's Marc." He said softly.

"Pleasure to meet you, Marc." Deadpool nodded.

"You too, Wade."

Deadpool gasped, a bit surprised that Marc had remembered his name. "You remembered! You didn't forget!"

"Easy, don't piss your rainbow panties, Wade." Marc mused.

"So what's your story? How did you became a hero? Or let's say, anti-hero?" Wade asked, feeling more comfortable now.

"That's a long story..." Marc trailed off.

"Oh I understand. Wanna hear mine?" Deadpool asked.

"Sure." Marc agreed, he gestured towards a nearby bench and sat down. Deadpool took a seat next to him.

"So," Deadpool began "I was a normal dude, had a wife...but I was diagnosed with cancer."

Marc listened intently.

"And one day, a doctor reached out to me, he said he could cure my cancer." Wade paused. "I accepted, and he started."

"No complications?" Marc asked through the silence.

"This son of a bitch was torturing me every wake moment, he injected something. That shit caused my skin to get damaged,"

Marc kept silent.

"My cells mutated and they started regenerating, keeping my cancer at bay. One day, I broke out, slaughtered my way to the doctor and got my revenge."

"I'm sorry, Wade." Marc said softly.

"I got used to it. Now I'm looking like a cheap Freddy Krueger."

"You got burned?" Marc asked.

"It was the liquid he pumped into me. Wanna see my face? But don't faint."

Marc scoffed but nodded.

Wade reached for his neck, pulling the bits of the material out and removed his mask, showing his severe skin irritation.

"That's me." He smiled.

"It's not that bad, Wade."

"Aw, really? That makes me happy." Wade's smile widened. "Wanna tell your story?"

Marc hesistatet for a moment before answering. "Well I have DID."

Wade nodded undestandingly "How many?"

"One I know about yet." Marc decided to remove the Moon Knight hood and mask to reveal his face.

Wade's eyes widened "Oh hi there, handsome." he grinned "By the way, what's your other identity called?"

"Steven. Steven Grant, but he's sleeping right now."

"One question, how did your DID lead to get you this cool suit?"

"It's complicated..." Marc sighed.

"I'm a very good listener." Wade smiled warmly, crossing one leg over the other and put both hands under his chin.

Marc took a deep breath. "I had a brother once, we were in a cave while it was raining, the water was rising, I tried to save him but..." Marc paused. "My brother died. My mother gave me the fault for everything, blamed me. And she hit me, she abused me..." Marc's voice lowered.

"Is that where you developed the condition?"

"Yeah," Marc nodded "It just happened, I created Steven to cope with the abuse."

"Shit, I'm so sorry man. Your dad?"

"My dad tried everything to make me happy, but even he couldn't achieve it..."

"What happened after that?" Wade asked in a soft tone.

"As soon as I was old enough I went to the military for a couple of years, then left, became mercenary."

Wade sniffled.

Marc continued. "My old boss assigned me to a group to invade a dig site in Cairo for some quick money. But he and the squad betrayed me, they killed everyone and wanted to kill me."

"Oh shit."

Marc nodded "Yeah. I crawled towards an old tomb or grave of the god Khonshu. I was ready to just end myself, but I heard Khonshu's voice, offering a deal."

"So that's how you got the suit?"

"Yeah." Marc looked away for a second before he heard a wet sniffling. He turned back to Wade, who was blinking.

"Don't mind me." He smiled, turning to look away and rub his eyes.

"You crying?"

"My eyes are sweating." Wade defended before he scooted closer to Marc.

"Uh, Wade?"

"It's okay Marc. Come here." Wade leaned in and hugged Marc.

"Wade, you don't have to-"

"It's okay, let it out, big guy." Wade himself wasn't sure if he was talking to Marc or himself.

"Calm down, Wade." Marc patted his back and Wade pulled back.

"Sorry, I get carried away sometimes." Wade chuckled.

"It's okay."

"Is there a chance I get to meet Steven?" Wade asked sweetly, almost like a school girl.

"If you want, but he's asleep."

Wade and Marc decided to call it a night and left for their homes.

The next day, Marc and Wade met at a quiet spot, where Marc would introduce Steven to Wade. Wade was already there, in the distance he could see someone in a white suit and a mask similar to Moon Knight approach.

He called out and waved at Deadpool. "Wade?"

"Marc? Steven?" He called back.

"Hiya! Steven here!"

Wade noticed the British accent Steven had. "You're British? That's so cool!"

"Charming." Steven removed his suit.

"Oh shit, for a second there I thought you were naked underneath the suit."

"No, it summons around us." Steven stopped infront of Wade.

Wade extended his hand "Oooh, around you? I bet it feels nice."

Steven furrowed. "Sorry, around our clothes." He shook Wade's hand.

"Thank god you didn't break my hand like Marc did." Wade chuckled.

"Nah, Marc's the tougher one, I'm the more sweeter one."

"I see. I already think you're the non violent one."

Steven shrugged and Wade leaned close to him.

"Wanna go do some justice? Kill some bad guys?"

"Khonshu hasn't told us there is anything."

"Oh Steven, we will find some." Wade nudged his shoulder.

Wade and Steven patrolled the streets, and a couple hours later, Steven heard Khonshu's voice. "Steven Grant, there are violent worms nearby, be careful."

"Alright. Wade, Khonshu told me there's some bad guys nearby."

"Finally some action!"

Steven and Wade were soon faced with a group of violent people, they encycled the two. "Look at those two dipshits."

"Who are you calling dipshits, you sacks of living shit?"

"Whoa, Deadpool." Steven said surprised.

"Don't worry sweet Steven."

Deadpool was the first to attack, punching at one of the attackers. Steven pulled his two batons out, throwing one at another guy's head and moved to punch the other.

At one point, Steven got jumped on by three attackers, one on each side, holding his arms in place as the third was ready to stab him. Steven had to surrender the body to Marc, who swiftly freed his arms, grabbed the knife and sliced them all in their thighs. Marc stood above one younger man, who was crawling backwards against a wall. Marc still had the knife in his hand, he was about to throw it away when he suddenly felt a hand on his shoulder, he instantly turned, the hand holding the knife stabbing the person in the ribs before he saw who it was.

"Oops."

"You stabbed me!"

"You sneaked up on me, idiotpool!"

"But you know how to hit those sweet spots, Moon guy."

Marc scoffed, ripping the knife out of Deadpool before throwing it away.

Deadpool squatted down to the younger guy, grabbing his hair. "You like ambushing innocent people, huh?"

The guy winced. "I didn't want to hurt anyone!"

"Deadpool! Let him go!" Marc growled.

"Not until he swears to never do that shit again!" Deadpool argued.

Marc didn't wanted any of Deadpool's bullshit, he grabbed him by the throat and slammed him onto the wall.

"Oh Marc, your hands are so strong, I bet you're good with them." Deadpool winked.

Marc looked around, spotting a loose pipe and threw Deadpool down on it, the pipe had penetrated through his back but that didn't seem to impress him.

"Come on, man!"

Marc looked back at the young guy, "If I ever catch you hurting innocent people again..." he trailed off, leaving the threat in the air. The guy immediately got up and ran away.

"Aw, you let him go?"

"I'm not killing if it can be avoided, idiot."

"Me too! I was just scaring that guy!"

Marc just scoffed.

"Hey Marc."

"What?"

"How about you search yourself a girl and get laid! Maybe that helps with your grumpiness."

"Doesn't help, maybe you do it instead." Marc backfired.

"Hey can you please let Steven out, atleast he's nice."

Marc growled before he surrendered the body back to Steven, the Moon Knight suit switching to Mr. Knight.

"Oi, you're being quite mean here, Wade."

Deadpool beamed. "Steven! I'm so glad you're back!"

Deadpool lifted himself up from the pipe and picked the dropped baton from Steven up.

"Here, I wanted to give it to Marc before he fucking stabbed me." He tilted his head sweetly.

"Thanks, mate."

Deadpool looked around at the passed out attackers and the weapons laying around.

"Come on, Steven. Let's just leave."

Both of them walked away, leaving the scene behind.

"Since we're a team now, should we consider choosing a name for us?" Deadpool asked.

"A name? Because we're partners now?"

"Yes. Something like Poolknight! Or Poolmoon! Okay that sounds edgy as fuck."

"Mate, we don't need a name, just Moon Knight and Deadpool will do."

"But our own unique name would sound so cool! Besides, deep, very deep inside, you know you want it too, Steven."

"You're a pig, Wade."

"Did you just call me pig?! That was so cute Steven!"

Steven removed his mask and couldn't help but smile.

Deadpool moved to walk behind Steven, leaning his head beside his and softly grabbed Steven's chin.

"You have a babyface, Steven!" Deadpool looked straight ahead. "If someone hurts Steven then I will hunt them down."

"You don't have to do that, Wade." Steven chuckled.

Deadpool pulled away and continued walking beside Steven. After a while of walking, Deadpool had an idea.

"Oh! Oh! Oh! Steven! I have it, I know how our name is going to be!"

"Yeah? What's it gonna be?" Steven asked, somewhat curious.

Deadpool stepped infront of Steven, gesturing with his hands as he said;

"Moonpool."

"Sorry wot?"

"Come on Steven, say it with me. Moonpool."

Meanwhile inside Steven's headspace, Marc chimed in

*Oh my god, he's so done.*

"Yeah he is."

Deadpool snapped his head at Steven. "Was that Marc? What did he say?"

Steven shrugged, "He said you're so messed up."

"Thanks, Marc you peanut."

"If you think Marc is mean then wait until you meet Khonshu."

"A god is worse than Marc? Oh shit, that's a clear no no."

"Trust me, Marc can be a sweetheart, but if you mess with him he's a nightmare." Steven chuckled.

"Yeah I felt that." Deadpool joked. Feeling bolt, Deadpool slung an arm around Steven. "No homo, Steven, but I love you."

"You're a cool dude, Wade." Steven laughed.

Deadpool leaned close to Steven's ear, "Hey Marc. Steven said I'm cool, do you think I'm cool?"

"I suggest you don't bother Marc. Because if he says he's gonna whoop your butt, then he will do it."

*Steven, tell idiotpool he's okay.*

"Wade, Marc says you're okay."

Deadpool beamed. "Every bad guy better watch out! We are Moonpool!"

"Whoa wait, we didn't agree-"

"You'll get used to it Steven. You will come to love it."

"But-" Steven wanted to argue, but Deadpool gently shushed him with a finger to his lips.

"Sshh, Moonpool!"

[icarusredwings]

Thinking about Patch (Eyepatch Wolverine) and Wanda (Fem presenting gender fluid 'call girl' Wade, Always in red, not like wanda though where its darker and dull, More like bright red, sparkly and revealing. and yes, it's a tribute to the scarlet witch. He thinks she's cool.) At a table, patch with his thick long cigar, playfully blowing smoke in her face when frustrated and she'll roll their eyes at him and push his face away only for him to grab her and sit him on his lap.

What's nice about this is that since Wade is maths smart, he can count cards very well. She can do little tricks for kiddos with them or full-on win a poker tournament.

She likes blackjack the most, but once inawhile She'll help patch out (and make him jealous) by going to one of the other players and asking if they'd like another drink. It's kind of like a sexy waitress. If patch gets in a jam and is unsure, Wanda will bat her eyes a few times for yes and look away for no on weather he should fold or not.

This is HEAVILY illegal, and you WILL get shot for it at some southern casino's so they never hit the same table. They go around, place to place, scamming poor suckers.

Sometimes, they'll kill two birds and one stone where Wanda will play all dirty and invite a target back to the motel only to kill them. Then they get card money and merc money in the same day.

Wade enjoys being able to play the sexy spy lady like Black Widow and Patch, who just likes being able to smoke, play cards all day, and beat up anyone who touches Wanda.

There's some games where Logan convinces her not to wear her wigs because the joint knows him well enough to not even mention his bald wife.

It's giving mafia boss romantization wattpad, but you know what? I think it's a nice idea. And if you prefer Morpherine, this fits heavily well with them, too.