#honda❤

[thegothicviking]

Just a reminder that we don't look like we do in the mirror/in most pictures. This is me as a non-reversed image/non mirrored image (aka how the real world/how other people see my face in real life)

Versus same image but mirrored:

[jen-with-a-pen]

(In Your) Arms Tonight - 2/2

summary: Wade tests out his previous hypothesis with great success. Might experiment more later.

pairing: Logan Howlett x Wade Wilson / Worst Wolverine x Deadpool

word count: 3.6k

warnings: MDNI 18+, Wade's POV-ish, blowjob, itty bitty blood mention, slight angst, nightmares/PTSD, pining, cursing, claws, crude humor and language, fluff, touching, *cue start of something new from high school musical*, Wade's a little shit, cum drinking bc i guess that's what happened, deepthroating, lowkey face fucking, bad flirting but it's kinda reciprocated, wade is the throat goat next question, wade kissed his roommate and they both liked it

a/n: here she is :') thanks yall for the patience and all of the magnificent love and comments for part one ❤❤❤ means the world to me, especially since it's my first time stepping out of stucky territory as a whole. also got a little away with the tags 😅 hope yall enjoy this !

Not beta'd. Half-written on my phone, edited and revised in ellipsus + gdocs. Please let me know if there are any spelling or grammar mistakes!

If I've missed any tags, PLEASE let me know!

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PART ONE | PART TWO

Wade forgot to turn the AC back on. 

It's his turn to sleep in bed tonight and he's got the worst case of swamp ass you can get this far from a fucking swamp. He's already thrown the covers, sheets, pillows, and his boxers off; he swears if he gets up there will be a sweaty version of a goddamn chalk outline on his mattress. 

He stretches. Notices he can feel both hands now, fully grown and everything, fingernails and all. Smirks to himself as he flexes his new fingers before reaching over to the nightstand– it's actually a really sturdy cardboard box, but it works just as good– for his phone. The screen responds with a bright 3:02AM overlayed on a photo of him and Vanessa. 

There's a pang in his heart for a moment. The same type of twist and pull he felt when Logan got up to leave after their big adventure (AKA saving their universe.)

“See you around?”

Wade tried to swallow the hard lump of desperate hope that had been bubbling inside of him the entire time they ate their shawarma. Hopes it wasn't obvious in his voice. Not a total cry for help, but definitely more of a solemn whimper and puppy dog eyes.

No matter how many times he was used to it– the people he loved leaving or dying or what have you– it still stung like a bitch. 

“Probably not.”

And Logan didn't mean for it to come out so harshly, but that's what happened when– and if– he got too close. To anyone. To everyone. 

With that, Logan rose from the bench, gathering his cowl and TVA jacket up from the place on the bench separating him and Wade and started walking. Dogpool whined and scratched at Wade's arms to chase after him. 

Wade had to do something. Anything. He couldn't let this one– this Logan. His Logan– walk off into the sunset.

No.

Not without him. 

“Logan!” 

And then he turned around. 

And now they're here. 

He feels a similar yank and tear elsewhere in his body– lower belly, groin area– whenever thoughts wander back to that glorious time in the Honda Odyssey; Adamantium stabbing in and out of his chest cavity, puncturing his lungs and literally taking his breath away. The tight feeling of multiple seat belts holding him down to the second row passenger seat and the sickeningly happy grin adorning Logan's face when he tied the last knot. Wade remembers smiling just as bright under his mask.

That one definitely got filed into ye ole spank bank for safe keeping.

Sighing, Wade remembers he's sweating like a hog and drops his legs over the edge, planting two clammy feet onto the creaky floorboards. He throws on his previously discarded pair of boxers just in case Logan has a case of insomnia. Gotta take a man out to dinner before you show him your dick, like a gentleman. 

Wade peaks his head out into the living room, TV glow assaulting his pupils like a flash bang. The door creaks open wider and Wade steps further out. He doesn't want to wake either furball– you'd be surprised how grumpy Dogpool gets when she doesn't get her beauty sleep– as he tiptoes out in front of the couch. 

His breath catches in his chest. 

Logan lies propped up on the couch, head resting on the arm with a throw pillow behind for support, arms crossed over a bare, hairy chest rising and falling slowly. A sheen of sweat coats his skin that reflects the changing colors of the TV. Half a snuffed cigar smolders on the coffee table ashtray. The semi-permanent crease between his brows is softer, perfect pink lips parted as he snores quietly.

And to top it all off, he's in his fucking boxers; his jeans are discarded on the opposite end of the couch, kicked off in his sleep to beat the heat.

Wade can't breathe. He can't help but stare, committing the heavenly scene to memory. A knowing smile slowly spreads across his chapped lips.

He's happy. Happy at how peaceful his roommate looks. Happy that Logan is finally feeling safe enough to sleep here. Genuinely. Wade knows first hand what it can be like to be constantly on the run, chasing peace and release, rest and safety. 

Tip toes make way to the thermostat, Wade presses the 'on' button to the AC when there's stirring behind him. Head turning slowly, he catches the tail end of Logan mumbling something in his sleep. 

“...Wade, please.” 

Wade freezes like a carjacker caught in an impound lot. Surely he didn't hear Logan, his roommate Logan– The X-Man, The Wolverine– fucking whining Wade's name in his sleep. 

What were the symptoms of heat stroke, again? 

Wade shuffles back over to the couch. Feels like a creep watching his fucking roommate sleep, waiting another moment to see if he needs to take a power drill and give himself a DIY lobotomy or not. 

“Mm… No, Wade…No, please, don't–” Logan murmurs softly. Struggling, brow furrowing, Adam’s apple bobbing. “Ngh… Don't hurt ‘im… please.” 

Logan begins to shake. His head whips from side to side against the pillow, hands dig into the couch cushions, grunting, fists clenching as his claws itch to defend from the phantom threat. Muscles tensing and chest heaving, his breathing grows harder, faster, more frantic. 

He's having a nightmare.

Wade recognizes the signs immediately. He knows where Logan's at: some distant memory with talons and sharp teeth assaulting his brain without him knowing. Hell on earth on the worst nights, a light ego beating and insomnia on the better ones.

Wade knows– his stopped two months ago. When Logan came home.

Without another thought– one in which he probably should’ve given– Wade climbs onto the couch to straddle Logan’s hips in the most non-horny way he can make it. Hands press into the center of Logan's chest. He gently calls his name, preparing for the sharp stab of Adamantium through an appendage and/or organ. Nothing he isn't used to at this point, but he secretly prays it isn't something totally major.

“Logan. Peanut, hey,” Wade whispers. He presses further into Logan, heat radiating off rough, hairy skin into Wade's tingling fingers. “Logan, it's me, Wade. You're having a nightmare, you’re scaring the kids–” 

SHNK. Intestines. Ten or fifteen points, depending on if it's big or small.  Wade's thankful it wasn't a kidney or his stomach– those are a bitch and a half to grow back.

“Okay– that was maybe warranted,” Wade grunts. Both sets of claws penetrate straight through his lower abdomen as Logan jolts awake, sitting up as much as he can while pinned under Wade. A gnarled scream catches in his throat. White-hot knuckles graze the skin of Wade's stomach, who is really, really trying his hardest not to get a boner right now. 

“Th’fuck's goin’ on?” Logan slurs, face inches from Wade's bare chest. He blinks. Once. Twice. His brow returns to its permanent crease as he adjusts to the scene before him: bright TV glow contrasts with dark shadows Wade casts over him.

Wade is on top of him and his claws are inside of Wade.

Face scrunching– not inherently in disgust, Wade hopes– claws retract with a muted grunt. Wade can breathe again while his body begins repairing itself. His hands are stuck to Logan's heaving chest, fingers fanning out over each delicious pec. Thick arms rest on either side of him, elbows bent and resting on Wade's thighs.

Wade swallows, praying the man currently underneath him either A. doesn't know where his hands are at the moment or B. this is going exactly the way he wet-dreamt it a few weeks ago. Completely unprompted too, by the way– he's no stranger to the sick side effects of PTSD, he wouldn't knowingly exploit that in order to get into his roommate's pants. He's got more class than that.

Well, most of the time, that is. Again, completely unintentional. Coincidence, if you will.

Maybe he does need that DIY lobotomy.

"Where th'hell am I?" Logan asks, voice less threatening and more alert. His eyes flick from the TV and travel up Wade to meet sympathetic chocolate eyes already on him. Wade peels each finger off Logan's chest and sits back on his knees. Gaze softening, hands fall into his lap inches above the chiseled V pointing to down under Logan's boxers. He doesn't dare move a fucking muscle.

His pinky finger twitches.

"You're okay. You're here, in my world, Peanut. Twenty-first century. New York. We use fifty-cals now, not muskets. You were having a nightmare–"

Wade's throat hitches. He's not gonna cry, no– he's not that much of a fucking empath, for chrissake– but what he wants to say versus what he probably should say get lodged together on the way down to his mouth from his brain.

"I– I did the pressure thing Dogpool does with me, sometimes. Except I thought you'd wanna wake up to this pretty face 'nd not one with drool."

Logan looks skeptical, searches Wade to see if he's actually telling the truth for once, features relaxing once he mulls it over in his head. Wade's gnawing at the inside of his cheek when Logan's thumbs subconsciously start rubbing slow circles over the toughened skin of his upper thigh. Upper-outer, to be exact, but right now Wade doesn't really want to dwell on the minute details.

"So," Logan starts, "you woke me up… 'cause I was havin' a nightmare…?"

"Well, not exactly because you were having a nightmare, no." Wade runs a hand over the top of the couch, distracting himself. "Al really likes this couch. Antique, actually. Vintage find. Be a shame if some man with claws–"

Logan's palms press into Wade's thighs. A warning.

"Mouth."

Wade sighs. Hands fall into his lap once more and he is absolutely not fighting to gawk at Logan's V that lights up like a road work sign pointing to a detour. The semi-hard abs just above definitely do not make him want to run his fucking tongue across them like a cheese grater.

He looks back to Logan, clears his throat. "Look I– I've been there. Am there, honestly. Didn't want you t'be alone whenever you woke up, but I also know how hard it is to wake up. So," he shrugs, voice lowering, "thought I'd help. Help you come down from it, I mean."

Logan stares back in response, eyes trained on Wade like a hunting dog and a downed fox. Wade swears the corner of his lip twitches along with the meaty hands on his legs.

He's gotta get the fuck out of here.

"So!" Wade starts, "Seems everything's in working order. The doctor will be in soon–" Wade starts to scramble off before realizing Logan's holding him down. Sharp claw stubs poke into scarred skin and a deep growl rumbles out of Logan's chest. Not necessarily threatening, no, more of a 'you're not goin' anywhere.' Wade gulps, hands raise up jokingly, forcing his racing mind to think of a naked, cross-country skiing Al to stave off the blood violently rushing to his stubborn cock.

Logan sits up, closing the space between him and Wade. Hazel eyes study wide brown ones. Logan takes a breath, shaky but sure.

"Don't want y't'go. Not– not yet."

It's hesitant. Unsure but curious, quiet enough Wade thinks he's hallucinating again. Wade mulls it over, leans forward with hands back on Logan's chest, skin and muscles taught underneath with tactile tension.

Wade sucks in a breath, moves his hands higher to Logan's collarbone and it's grossly apparent how tense Logan is. Hostile to any sudden movement, untrusting of touch to the point his fists shake against Wade's legs. A slow, tender hand inches up Logan's throat and onto his cheek. Wade feels through the rough facial hair and unkempt stubble, a thumb finds the shaved spot at the point of Logan's chin and strokes gently. Fists start to unclench, but there's a hesitancy still lingering in the air, under Logan's skin. Wade thinks it smells like fear. Inches away, face to face, breaths fan eachother's faces.

There's a shift in the air and Wade leans forward.

Logan doesn't stop Wade from connecting them together, lips touching lips in the softest manner possible. Almost feels like there's nothing there, Wade's too gentle. Nobody moves, breathes, at first; they're each trying to make sense of what the fuck exactly is happening. Logan isn't saying no, isn't sawing through Wade's skull and Wade isn't pushing himself on Logan.

Okay, maybe leaning in to kiss his roommate might be pushing himself on Logan to the logical bystander, but in the moment it just felt right.

To Wade's surprise, Logan's the first to move.

His lips start molding into Wade's. There's pressure, a little pushing, chapped skin and the remnants of tobacco on his breath when his lips part and his tongue pokes ever-so-slightly through. Wade pushes back, hoping his breath isn't as abhorrently delicious as leftover cigar. He tilts his head, nose poking into Logan's cheek as his does Wade's, and lets his tongue explore a little more. Logan allows him in, meeting him at the tip and hungrily welcoming him. Breaths turn heavy, panting, while hands begin to roam, more comfortable now that they've crossed the line into 'spit swapping' territory.

Wade drinks him in. Greedily swallows the choked-back groans Logan keeps holding in his throat that come out as muted mewls. Fingernails wantonly dig into one another and leave temporary marks that disappear under rapid replacement cells.

It feels like forever when Wade finally comes up for air, unable to focus with the growing hardness digging into his thigh.

"I–fuckin' shit– I think I have an idea." Wade pants like a dog in heat– and fuck, he might as well be at this point. Logan pulls back with lidded eyes and kiss-swollen lips.

"'s that?" He's hesitant. Hands tense slightly over Wade's back, his whole body stiffens.

"Do you– do you trust me?"

Wade holds his breath.

Logan only nods. Adam's apple bobbing, lips part in anticipation and curiosity.

Wade strokes Logan's cheek in reassurance, shoots him a wink before shimmying down his body to the other end of the couch, keeping Logan's legs in between his thighs. Fingers hook around Logan's boxers, in turn causing Logan to jolt up immediately. A set of claws unsheathe an inch away from Wade's throat.

"Th'fuck are you doin'?"

Wade only smiles, taking a hand away and kissing the tip of the middle claw, gently pushing it back into Logan's fist and coaxing him to lay back down. What he's about to do would be easier with an in-tact esophagus.

"Relax, Peanut," Wade coos, "'m not gonna hurtcha."

Logan stares at Wade. Eyes pinch, still suspicious.

"…Promise?"

A sharp pang ripples through Wade's heart.

"Promise."

Logan hesitates, relaxes, gives another go-ahead. Wade's fingers curl once again around the waistband of his boxers and slowly, but surely, pull them down and off him. He can't help the immediate salivatory reflex upon seeing Logan in all his glory; the deep V lights up like a fucking Vegas sign pointing straight to the jackpot.

Logan's big– like, big big. Biggest Wade's ever seen (and Wade's seen a LOT.) An automatic response, Wade's asshole clenches, mistakenly preparing to take Logan. Wade forces himself to relax– that's not happening tonight. He promised Logan he'd go slow, no surprises, no whipped cream or leather cuffs.

Not yet, at least.

His own cock weeps happy tears through his briefs. He cannot believe how perfect– how beautiful– how fucking huge Logan is.

"What're you gonna do?" Logan whispers, hesitant eyes hooking on Wade and every little movement he makes.

"If it's alright with you, 1972 Burt Reynolds, 'm gonna suck every ounce of tension out of your perfect, hairy body and make you feel the best you've felt in a looong time."

Logan scoffs a laugh, brow furrowing as he shakes his head slightly. "Don't know who–"

Wade shushes him. "Don't worry, baby girl. I'll be your Sally Field."

Wade smirks at Logan's confusion and mentally makes a note to his future-self to show Logan the glory that is Smokey and the Bandit.

A gentle hand steadies the base of Logan's cock while another slowly wraps around his stiffness, standing at attention and beginning to cry, begging for Wade's touch. Heavy breathing and bitten-back grunts fill Wade's ears. It's a heavenly symphony he's lucky enough to have a front and center seat for. Free ticket, too.

"Ngh– Red, whatever you're gonna do– ah–!"

Wade presses his lips to the base, bush of hair tickling his nose and lips while he kisses his way up to the head, tongue poking out to lap up the precum. Before siccing his lips around Logan, Wade looks up once more, mostly searching for permission to help him feel pleasure for once instead of pain.

Logan reads Wade's mind and sends a small nod in response.

With a shit-eating smirk, Wade welcomes Logan into his mouth, flattening his tongue and curving his lips over his teeth so as not to scratch the sensitive, velvety skin. Drool spills out the corners of Wade's mouth and swallows a gag when Logan jams into the back of his throat, digging into his uvula. Squeezing the base and cupping the balls, Wade begins to bob his head to the rhythm of Logan's mess of 'fuck's, 'shit's, and–

"Mmm–Oh–oh, my god," Logan moans. A calloused hand runs over Wade's bald head, scars and grafts rippling under his touch while another hand grips tightly onto the side of the couch. Wade slurps up every drop of precum, relishing in the sweet musk of Logan's scent, head bobbing and tongue swirling in tandem. Logan's hips buck up into Wade, fucking his throat without meaning to. No amount of lozenges or peppermint tea will be able to cure the sore throat Wade knows he'll have come morning.

"F–fuck, Wade, baby– shit– that feels so–!"

Another lengthy dive down onto Logan hits the very back of Wade's throat, pulling a long, strenuous 'fuck' from the deepest part of Logan. He bucks harder into Wade who stalls, choking on Logan's cock while his own strains against his briefs. Another swipe of tongue, another gag and seeping drool, and Logan is officially done for.

"F–fuck! Motherfucker! Oh my, god, Wade–!"

Curses and chants and shaky breaths fill the living room as Logan spills into Wade with an 'O' on his lips and a hand on the back of Wade's head. There's a sharp shngk and a sting at the tip of Wade's ear as red warmth drips down onto Logan's thigh; his claws unsheathe into the couch this time, not Wade, who slurps and sucks every last drop of mutant cum from Logan's softening cock like it's the Fountain of fucking Eden.

He comes up for air, finally, lungs gasping against a swollen, fucked throat. He sits back panting on his thighs and Logan's legs underneath, a mix of cum and drool and the slightest bit of blood running down his cheeks and neck. Wiping away the mess with the back of a hand, blurry vision focuses back into reality and onto his roommate.

His roommate. Logan. Wolverine. Who's dick he just sucked the ever-living hell out of.

Well this is awkward.

Wade swallows, offers a crooked half-smile to the man who he just sucked, fucked, and milked dry.

"How 'bout them Yankees?"

Logan barks a laugh. A real, genuine laugh, one with teeth and spread lips and legitimate amusement. Wade preens.

"That was–" Logan wipes beads of sweat off his brow, "Fuck it. That was fuckin' amazing, Wade." He stuffs a hand behind his head, blinks a couple of times to recalibrate. "Didn't know that mouth did anything else 'sides talk."

Wade shrugs cutesily. "It impresses me sometimes, too. Helps when I have a willing participant. Just hope you signed the paperwork."

Logan shakes his head. Arms reach up to grab onto Wade, pulling an ear to Logan's lips.

"Now how 'bout we take care of you next, baby? Hm?"

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Morning sun and a weight on his chests wakes Logan from probably the most peaceful sleep he's had in… well, ever, honestly.

There's a wetness and mix of smells wafting into his nostrils that make him stir next; combination of what feels like a tongue on his cheek making way towards his lips, dog breath, and the sweet smell of something cooking in the kitchen. Eyes fly open when a whine vibrates on his chest, finding himself greeted by Dogpool wagging her rat-tail with eyes bugging out of her little head.

"Gah– get off me, mutt," Logan scolds, sitting up and gently shoving Dogpool onto the couch cushion next to him. He runs a hand over his face and into his hair, the crick in his neck a little less noticeable this morning.

"Gooooood morning, sunshine!"

Logan looks up with tired eyes still adjusting to the morning light to find Wade in his robe covered in flour with a mixing bowl cradled in his arm as he stirs. Last night comes screeching back to Logan as soon as he locks eyes with his roommate, mouth going dry and dick twitching in his boxers.

Wade only smiles, not at all hiding his obvious glance at Logan's crotch. "You want chocolate chips or blueberries in yours?"

Logan shakes his head. "In my what?"

"Pancakes, Peanut. In your pancakes."

"Oh. Yeah." Logan blinks, then scoffs a laugh to himself. "Yeah, Mouth. I'd, ah– blueberries. I'd like blueberries."

[wideeyedloner]

I've seen so many posts talking about the Honda scene being a visual metaphor for Deadpool and Wolverine having sex that I want to talk about the film as a whole for a second:

Deadpool & Wolverine is a romantic comedy.

There are a bunch of places (including this one) that describe the format of a romantic comedy, but the basic beats are as follows:

1. Introduction to your protagonist "Okay, Peanut, guess we're getting that team-up, after all." Deadpool and Wolverine opens on Wade digging up Logan's remains from Logan (2017).

2. The inciting incident "I'll do it." Paradox kidnaps Wade and blackmails him into locating a Logan to save his timeline. Cue "Iris" by Goo Goo Dolls, featured in City of Angels (1998).

3. The meet-cute "You two going to fuck or fight?" After initially failing to resurrect his own timeline's Logan, Wade travels to several other timelines to find another in a montage set to Huey Lewis and the News' "The Power of Love".

4. The new reality/new world "Let's fuckin' go." Paradox sends them to the Void, ruled by Xavier's insane twin sister, where it turns out many other mutants have also been sent. They need to escape in order to save Wade's timeline and try to undo the events of Logan's timeline, which Wade has promised is possible. This requires them to work together.

5. The mirror moment/recommitment "I'm going to fight you now." Logan finds out that Wade lied to him in order to secure his cooperation, leading to the Honda fight scene set to "You're The One That I Want" from Grease (1978). Logan is demoralized but Laura convinces him that he's still needed. He really is; it's his compassion that convinces Cassandra not only to spare their lives, but to send them back to Wade's timeline if they're willing to take a leap of faith together.

6. The crisis/all is lost "They do not play nicely with each other." Cassandra is still insane, so she follows them because she'd like to eliminate all timelines and rule over everyone in the Void. To stop this, Paradox tells Wade and Logan that someone has to cut power to the device she's using at the guaranteed expense of their life.

7. The climax "I got nothin'. Give me this." Naturally, Wade and Logan fight over which one gets the privilege of sacrificing himself for the other. Logan initially wins him over with a heartfelt speech, but Wade gets Logan with a sneak attack. Wade struggles to make the connection between the terminals because they're further apart than the wingspan of a single human, but they're conveniently just the right size for two (ಥㅅಥ). Of course, the choir version of Madonna's "Like A Prayer" is playing here.

This scene encapsulated everything I enjoyed about this film: that it was stupid, emotional, action-filled, filthy, and obviously about romance between men. My husband is straight and he left the theater with me in full agreement that a) this was a romantic comedy and b) they had sex in in the Honda.

8. The resolution "Althea, this is--this is Logan." It's the end of the story, they're about to part ways, and Wade will never see Logan again if he lets him walk out of his life. So he takes Logan home and makes him part of the world he'd been telling Logan he'd been trying to save all movie long.

❤ The end ❤

The Soundtrack I can't tell you how excited I was about the soundtrack. It's full of old, romantic songs. "Only You (And You Alone)" has to be on like every doo-wop or "Best of the '50s" compilation album. "Iris" (oh god this song is old now) was featured in the romantic drama City of Angels. Everyone and their dog has covered "You Belong to Me", and the most famous recent cover has to be Jason Wade's version that was featured in Shrek (2001). Chris De Burgh may not be crazy about "The Lady in Red", but I think it's fucking sweet. I grew up on musicals and LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE "You're the One That I Want" from Grease (1978).

The Honda Odyssey Fight Scene I wanted to come back to this because there is so much to it. I'm bringing up "You're the One That I Want" again.

There are intentional parallels made between this dance number in Grease and the fight scene. It's about the flirtatious push and pull between Sandy and Danny throughout after she's made her superficial transformation into the 'bad girl' at the end of the movie. It's the same in the Odyssey between Logan and Wade. They throw each other in and out of the car as they fight (and sure, go in and out of each other).

Just look at this:

Yup, completely intentional visual metaphors for fucking galore. Logan and Wade even have a post-fight bondage scene.

Also! These scenes end with the couples in moving vehicles.

In conclusion: Deadpool & Wolverine is a violent romantic comedy. Of course they fucked.

[lythiannatheultimate]

I made up a story!

In this story, Its Christmas break for the WVBA and everyone visits Bear Hugger at his house. Strangely, Bear Hugger decides to steal an entire charter bus (Somehow does not get caught) and they end up going on a very long road trip to Argentina!

So here are my head cannons...

🇫🇷Glass Joe🇫🇷

•Dating Von Kaiser

•Fell asleep most of the time

•Talked to Von Kaiser about How beautiful France is

•The wind kept messing up his hair

•slept on Von Kaiser's shoulder (aw😊)

🇩🇪Von Kaiser🔩

•Dating Glass Joe

•So sweet

•Got annoyed by soda popinski belting out "I will always love you."

•glanced over for one second an macho man and Narcis were making out(got very disgusted)

• he's chill

🇺🇸 Disco Kid🎧

•Singing to Britney Spears

•Singing in harmony with Soda Popinski

•sitting next to Aran

•Aran ended up falling asleep on his shoulder ( Disco Kid freaked out)

•brung an entire pillow and blanket

🏖King Hippo🏝

•just chilled next to Mad Clown

•Mad Clown might have a little crush on him

•Sitting there looking pretty

•Being innocent

•Just looking at the beautiful scenery outside❤🏞

🌸Piston Hondo/Honda🍣

•was reading some manga until Bear Hugger kissed his cheek and he had a little bit of a gay panic

•I swear he loves bear hugger with all his life

•Ended up having a panic attack because he thought of an extremely traumatic event (I'm so sorry😢)

•Treats Bear Hugger like the love of his life (he is)

•Bear Hugger bought him a plushie of a bear and Piston Hondo was SO happy (Aw so sweet☺️)

🇨🇦 Bear Hugger🏒

•Treats Hondo like his princess

•Had to comfort Hondo because of his panic attack (His heart broke💔)

•brung chip (His squirrel)

• His pet bear (Spruce) was upset he could not go😕

•Watched a hockey game on his phone and Hondo ended up watching

🍛 Great Tiger🕌

•Being a little silly

•Mr. Dream touched his turban and he punched him in the face

•Listening to calming Indian music most of the time ( Which means he is probably fast asleep

•Got REALLY romantic with Rick Bruiser for some reason🤷

•Found Rick Bruiser strangely attractive🤔

🌹 Don Flamenco🇪🇸

• Carmen resisted going (Don's upset he can't see his beautiful fiance)

• Watching the ENTIRE series of the twilight saga on his phone

•Kept a box of roses in his bag

•ended up singing "A Thousand Years," by Christina perri while watching the twilight movies.

•Everyone ends up hearing him and they end up singing alongside him

🇮🇪 Aran Ryan🍾

• Kindly admires disco kid's singing

•Loves Disco Kid with every fiber of his being

•Ends up head banging listening to Slipknot

•Started listening to slipknot and grew to love them

•his favorite song by slipknot is probably "Spit It Out"

🇷🇺 Soda Popinski🍾

•Got VERY drunk

• SCREAMING Britney Spears

• Actually made bald bull happy☺️

•Aran laughed at him and Soda started to laugh

•sitting still and looking pretty

🇺🇸Kid quick🐐

•Was on the verge of a panic attack

•Everyone drove him insane

•Bursted into tears

•scared for Gabby

•was about to actually lose his mind

🇫🇷Gabby Jay💊

•Had to take his pills

•Has dementia and forgot what Hondo told him; Hondo was crying and apologizing like crazy

•Happy to see Joe happy❤

•Concerned for Kid Quick

•Fell to the ground for eight seconds and everyone thought he died😞

🇬🇧Narcis Prince🎽

•VERY upset

•Heike tried to get him to talk but he couldn't

•Cried at the sight of Dragon Chan Crying his eyes out

•Macho gave him a hug

•Banged his head on the window a couple times

🇨🇳Dragon Chan🏯

•Actually SMILED?!

•Was content with talking to Soda

•Mr. Dream ruined EVERYTHING for him

•Had a very major panic attack(Poor guy😢)

•Made soda scared

🇯🇵Heike Kagero💃

•watched season 2 of Sailor Moon

•made Narcis feel better

• Narcis made him feel better

• brushed his hair

•Ended up having to put his hair up

🇨🇳 Hoy Quarlow🐒

•acted very weird

•scarfing down food on the bus for some reason🤷

•Might have a little crush on piston Honda 🤦

•threw up from the food

•Creepily staring at Dragon Chan👀

🇹🇷 Bald Bull🏋

•Very nice towards soda

•actually chill

• so sweet

•actually LAUGHED?!

•Mr. Dream annoyed him like crazy

🇺🇸 Super Macho Man🏄

•Loves Narcis

•Actually comfortable

•Comforted Dragon Chan

•Listening to white girl music and singing in a girly voice💅

•singing CALIFORNIA GURLS WERE UNDENIABLE

🇺🇸 Mr. Sandman🏋

•tired

•Got happy when The ref( Tony) sat with him

• watched a Bruce Lee movie

•made Tony laugh a couple times

•actually got worried for Hondo ( Their friends btw)

🇺🇸 Little mac🏆

•Very calm

•watching boxing matches of Muhammad Ali with doc Louis

•HE SPOKE OH MY GOODNESS

•got very cold and put on his pink hoodie

•was okay since he was sitting with doc

🇺🇸 Doc Louis🍫

•happy he has Little mac with him( I swear he needs to be this kids parent)

•Brought chocolate bars for him and Mac to share

•Made jokes that little Mac actually laughed to

•talked with birdie a little bit

•was very chill

🇳🇴 Alice👩‍🔬

•literally the only girl

•her and ape just chill out together

•actually ended up talking to Little mac ( their friends now😊)

•10 years old

•told Mac her entire life story

That is all I have for now, if I should add anything, let me know☺️!

[simandy]

The BOLD THE FACTS tag

The Rules are simple! Tag people and name a character you want to know more about! If you want to let the person you tagged decide who to showcase, then don’t name a character and they can pick somebody. Easy! The person who is tagged will then bold the remarks below which apply to their character &, if they want to, include a picture with their reply!

I was tagged twice :D blame this one on @mosneakers

Maru Honda!!

$ Financial: wealthy / moderate / poor / in poverty

✚ Medical: fit / moderate/ sickly / disabled / disadvantaged / non applicable

✪ Class or Caste: upper / middle / working / unsure / other

✔ Education: qualified / unqualified / studying / other

✖ Criminal Record: yes, for major crimes / yes, for minor crimes / no / has committed crimes, but not caught yet / yes, but charges were dismissed

[ FAMILY ]

◒ Children: had a child or children / has no children / wants children

◑ Relationship with Family: close with sibling(s) / not close with sibling(s) / has no siblings / sibling(s) is deceased

◔ Affiliation: orphaned / adopted / disowned / raised by birth parent / not applicable 

[ TRAITS + TENDENCIES ]

♦ extroverted / introverted / in between

♦ disorganized / organized / in between

♦ close minded / open-minded / in between

♦ calm / anxious / in between

♦ disagreeable / agreeable / in between

♦ cautious / reckless / in between

♦ patient / impatient / in between

♦ outspoken / reserved / in between

♦ leader / follower / in between

♦ empathetic / vicious bastard / in between

♦ optimistic / pessimistic / in between

♦ traditional / modern / in between

♦ hard-working / lazy / in between

♦ cultured / uncultured / in between / unknown

♦ loyal / disloyal / unknown

♦ faithful / unfaithful / unknown

[ BELIEFS ]

★ Faith: monotheist / polytheist / atheist / agnostic

☆ Belief in Ghosts or Spirits: yes / no / don’t know / don’t care

✮ Belief in an Afterlife: yes / no / don’t know / don’t care

✯ Belief in Reincarnation: yes / no / don’t know / don’t care

❃ Belief in Aliens: yes / no / don’t know / don’t care

✧ Religious: orthodox / liberal / in between / not religious

❀ Philosophical: yes / no / in between

[ SEXUALITY & ROMANTIC INCLINATION ]

❤ Sexuality: heterosexual / homosexual / bisexual / asexual / pansexual

❥ Sex: sex repulsed / sex neutral / sex favorable / naive and clueless

♥ Romance: romance repulsed / romance neutral / romance favorable / naive and clueless / romance suspicious

❣ Sexually: adventurous / experienced / naive / inexperienced / curious

⚧ Potential Sexual Partners: male / female / agender / other / none / all

⚧ Potential Romantic Partners: male / female / agender / other / none / all

[ ABILITIES ]

☠ Combat Skills: excellent / good / moderate / poor / none

≡ Literacy Skills: excellent / good / moderate / poor / none

✍ Artistic Skills: excellent / good / moderate / poor / none

✂ Technical Skills: excellent / good /moderate / poor / none

[ HABITS ]

☕ Drinking Alcohol: never / special occasions / sometimes / frequently / Alcoholic

☁ Smoking: tried it / trying to quit / quit / never / rarely / sometimes / frequently / Chain-smoker

✿ Recreational Drugs: never / special occasions / sometimes / frequently / addict

✌ Medicinal Drugs: never / no longer needs medication / some medication needed / frequently / to excess

☻ Unhealthy Food: never / special occasions / sometimes / frequently / binge eater

$ Splurge Spending: never / sometimes / frequently / shopaholic

♣ Gambling: never / rarely / sometimes / frequently / compulsive gambler

-

Tagging @pralinesims (you got more ocs there i know....) @infiniteraptor @zeussim @momtrait @cinamun @latteaki @northernsiberiawinds @rentbunny and (FOR REAL) if you see this post going around and is not being tagged, THIS IS YOUR CHANCE. IM TAGGING YOU RIGHT NOW. IN YOUR HEART.

Yes, you guys are being tagged twice. BINGE FUN :D

[gietterbug]

Fruits Basket (2019-2021) - Thoughts! ✨

I have just finished watching Fruits Basket from the 1st Season to the Final Season (+ Prelude), and it has left me feeling empty... So here's a thing or two of what I think about the series!

Fruits Basket was BEYOND my expectations! It taught me many things: perseverance, forgiveness, acceptance, and kindness. Everything about this series was AMAZING! I hate that I used to think it was just a typical, overrated romance anime when I now have grown emotionally attached to it.

—

For a show remade & readapted from the older version, the animation team did an incredible job recreating Fruits Basket (2019-2021).

The fluid plot, the complex characters and their backstories & relationships, the bitter conflicts and final resolutions… everything was just excellent!

—

Tohru Honda was easily the most beloved protagonist, because who wouldn't love her when she emits all the good things a character can do. Her existence in the series was like a ray of hope. And this is significant for other conflicted & traumatized characters around her.

She's such a wonderfully written character, and I love her so much! ❤

—

Other characters—Kyo, Yuki, & the Sohmas—had their own shares of struggles. It's painful to see, and my heart wrenched upon learning their pasts that made them the way they were.

Even Akito had a deep-rooted trauma of his (?) own. Being special since born apparently was not a privilege; it's a burden. Akito may be twisted in the mind, but he was also deeply wounded on the inside, and I couldn't bring myself to hate him.

—

All in all, Fruits Basket was a very delightful, and peak Shoujo anime. I enjoyed it through and through! I hope to see more shows as amazing as this one in the future! ☺🌸

[thedarkestgreys]

fexi - you’ve made me the happiest i’ve ever been. ❤

WARNING: SWEETNESS BELOW.

“Whatchu so smiley for?” Fezco asks one evening as Lexi lounges on top of his ice cream freezer, in the same exact spot she met Faye all those months ago and instantly assumed something was going on between the two. Now Lexi would laugh over the thought of those two being anything more than friends - they bicker worse than siblings - but Then Lexi was utterly heartbroken at the prospect. She takes a big bite of her ice cream sandwich in an attempt to conceal her smile as her boyfriend makes his way over to her, grabbing her frozen treat from her hands and biting a chunk off the same spot she just did. Fezco smiles at her, cheeks bulging like a chipmunks as she snorts roughly through her nose while attempting to swallow her own mouthful of ice cream down. “Just happy,” she finally replies, looping her arms around her boyfriends shoulders as he leans in to give her a sweet, cold kiss. “Like, so fucking happy.” Fezco hums. “Like, that school is over for the summer, or sumn else baby?” Of course there’s that - Junior year was hell for a variety of reasons, including but not limited to a mess of her own making with the world premiere of Our Life and the fallout that followed with Cassie. Thankfully the sisters are currently in a ceasefire, slowly but surely working out their relationship with each other - Cassie learning that Lexi’s perspective on their shared life isn’t as rosy a picture as she paints for herself, Lexi learning that airing all her friends dirty laundry, well intentioned or not, isn’t the smartest decision she could possibly make. Summer vacation has been a breath of fresh air, a new found sense of freedom as her mom has handed over the old Honda’s keys after upgrading herself to a fancy new Volvo after a big promotion at work, despite Fezco’s insistence that he’ll take her anywhere she needs to go. And then of course there’s the fact that she and the local drug dealer have settled into some type of domestic bliss after he showed up to her play with a dozen roses and a sweet card expressing his adoration of her. (She’s pretty sure Ashtray helped him with it, but the teen is unwilling to admit to any involvement in their corny shit.) “What’re you hope my answer is?” she teases, punctuating it with a kiss to the tip of Fez’s nose. “That you’re the root of all my happiness?” Pale skin flames red, making his freckles even more prominent. “I mean,” Fez starts, incredibly bashful. “Might be nice to hear I’m the reason my girls so fuckin’ happy, you feel me?” Lexi can’t help the wide smile that takes over her face. “Of course I’m talking about you, Fezco. You’ve made me the happiest I’ve ever been.” The kiss she receives in response is equal parts hot and sweetly sentimental, Fez reaching up to cup her chin gently before slipping his tongue into her mouth and moving it gently against hers. Before either of them want to, they pull away, considering they’re right out in the open at the Dairy and it’s only like, noon on a Tuesday. “I’m the happiest I’ve ever been too Lex,” Fez whispers softly, his forehead bumping against hers. “On fuckin’ God.”

[spurious-result]

New chapter up! ❤

SNEAK PEEK: The most depressing thing about Sevier Park Hospital is that it gives every outward appearance – on first impression, at least – of being a stolidly above-board, run-of-the-mill, taxpayer-funded medical facility.  Nothing worth looking for, here. Waste of a sixteen-hour trip, says a voice in the back of his head.  Over a hundred dollars’ worth of this month’s operating budget in the gas tank of their beleaguered little Honda.  Passenger side floorboard full of Styrofoam drink cups and drive-thru sandwich wrappers; both of them smelling of fry oil and pine-scented air freshener, just to make a quick cursory sweep and leave. And yet – Looking up at the sprawling four-story building, snugging down the cuffs of the sneaking suit over the smart fiber gloves at his wrists – in the same tired, traitorous part of his brain that’s begun to gravitate towards quiet nights with the wind stirring unearthly noises in the trees outside and Otacon’s bony lower legs tucked in the folds of a blanket across his lap – Snake almost hopes this is true.  His body aches a little, still.  Six weeks on, now… or is it longer?  A kind of dragging, lethargic stiffness in his joints, somewhere just below the threshold of conscious sensation – it’s there, but only if he lets his focus drift.

[eliseliedl]

was tagged by @onewingedangels (thank you!! ❤)

rules: choose 4 of your favorite characters from 4 pieces of media as options and let your tumblr pals decide which one most suits your vibe

i'm tagging: @bloodofelves @onewinged-sephiroth @cheriafreya @toronbo @emeraldblonde

@unsavedfile and whoever wants to do it ofc!

[shinayashipper]

Colors I associated my fave ygo characters with

Yugi - purple💜

Kaiba - blue💙

Atem - red❤

Jou - yellow💛

Anzu - pink💖

Mokie - orange🧡

Ryou - white/silver🤍

Honda - brown🤎

Otogi - green💚

[d-elirio]

Ohhh I forgot to post it, from my human au brapan 😔✊ where may and mr honda had children

Asahi (girl) and Izumi (boy) ❤ they look like their parents

And now I didn't kill may in this au, she is just resting ADFJGSS

[ghostietea]

They're so sad to see her go... :(

oh okay so that's why this manga is called Fruits Basket. Cool. Awesome. I am NORMAL 👍

is this why she's like that? Is this why she's so determined not to be a burden? Because she's so used to being an outsider and she still hasn't let go of the idea that people being kind to her are just, like, graciously pretending to let her be one of the group? Tohruuuuuu...

SHE BOUGHT BOOKS ON GARDEN COOKING AND MARTIAL ARTS. KYO AND YUKI ARE RUNNING A TOHRU HIGHLIGHT REEL IN THEIR BRAINS. I AM NOT OKAY

oh wow Tohru's... cousins? Fucking suck okay. What if she WAS sleeping with one of the cute boys huh. What then. Is that not her right? This is like the Prince Yuki fanclub again but somehow worse. #QuitPolicingTohru'sLoveAndOrSexLife2kForever

THANK YOU GRANDPA HONDA. WHY HAVEN'T YOU INSTILLED THESE VALUES OF KINDNESS IN YOUR OTHER CHILDREN AND GRANDCHILDREN GRANDPA HONDA

YUKI JUMPSCARE. FOLLOWED BY KYO JUMPSCARE.

THEY JUST WALKED IN??? LMAO

Yuki continues to break hearts and skulls ❤

KYO. KYO DO YOU KNOW HOW MUCH I LOVE YOU RIGHT NOW. DO YOU HAVE A N Y IDEA. SHE NEEDS TO HEAR THIS SO BADLY THANK YOU FOR SAYING IT

Her new family... ough...

The reason Furuba is named what it is and the ways that gets repeatedly tied back into the story as it goes on makes me 😭 Some of the deeper reasons why Tohru acts the way that she does are yet to be fully revealed but I love that you're picking up on her Problems and Issues.

[total-drama-brainrot]

Hello hello 👋😁

I like it when fanfic writers remember characters like Olivia Von Trashpanda and Mr. Coconut and so on and so forth

It just seems like they are having fun and stuff or headcanons like Trent has a 6ft tall golden retriever plushie, Courtney still has the raccoon, Geoff got diagnosed with dumbass, Cody likes to wear Fortnite shirts, Ripper has two cats named Bingu, and Bongu, trent once collaborate with Sierra on a song where he sings about wanting to run over each drama brother.

Like dumb headcanons are fun to make and stuff

Anyways how’s it going total drama brain rot cause I’m currently doing okay so far😊

Hello hello! 👋😋

Authors, artists and other creators who include one-off joke characters absolutely carry fandom spaces. If someone's that invested in the canon material to appreciate someone like Mr. Coconut, you know they're passionate about their creation.

(Olivia von Trashpanda my beloved ❤)

Dumb/silly headcanons are super fun to make, you're right! I especially like the idea of Trent and Sierra collaborating to dedicate a whole song to the other Drama Brothers- about their appreciation of the three and Trent's overwhelming desire to flatten them under his Honda Civic.

I'm doing alright, thanks for asking 😄

[bum-scum]

Stubbornshipping for the ask meme, please

Most certainly, Nenya :)

SHIP IT

1. What made you ship it?

Well, in the discord chat in the pride server. A shared link of the artwork on tumblr. The artist is @winkle-pickers share them the love. Their stubbornshipping art is pure ❤

2. What are your favourite things about the ship?

Honda is so grounded and is smarter than he lets on. Both of them can fix things, knowing about electronics. Honda is more of a trader handy man ( aussie slang for housing building, like building/ fixing cupboards, furniture, etc) While Kaiba does his as usual thing.

Both can actually hold a conversation and can be civil with one another. Plus, if they ended up in a little disagreement or argument, an apology is made soon after.

Honda wont stand for Kaiba's bullshit either, which is great lol.

They're pretty chilled and just go on about their day as usual and spend time as much as they can. They both understand that job and work do take allot of time away from eachother. ( especially in Kaiba's case as CEO)

3. Is there an unpopular opinion you have on your ship?

Kaiba is very affectionate behind closed doors. Smooch when he can, hug and hold, even in intimate circumstances when he can.

Honda doesn't say babe to Kaiba. He says "honey" whenever they get married or not.

Great ship! Love it!

[gangnamsearch]

olá mods! animadissima e contando os dias pra ver a central, gostei do balanceamento de vagas e não acho que vocês devem repensar ou mudar alguma coisa, quem quer jogar procura outro fc e tá tudo bem. eu mesmo pensei em fc coreano, tenho duas opções de corenos, mas vendo a disputa vou tentar buscar um japonês, talvez um chinês. aceito dicas de fcs entre 99 e 03 ❤ ^^

Olá, meu bem! Agradecemos muito seu apoio! Particularmente, o balanceamento não é tão preocupante para nós porque, como nós dissemos, nosso interesse não é deixar ninguém de fora, mas sim agregar, então estamos super dispostas a pensar em soluções para que o pessoal que não consiga sua reserva possa jogar também - mas que não apaguem nosso esforço em encaixar cada família daquele jeitinho. Só que, como nós somos flexíveis, os players têm de ser flexíveis também, é uma via de mão dupla que depende de ambos para funcionar. Nós não temos muita noção de quantas pessoas vão realmente aplicar na hora do vamos ver, portanto as coisas estão bastante nubladas - afinal, uma promo bem movimentada não quer dizer que a central também será assim. Não queremos tomar decisões precipitadas.

Juntamos algumas sugestões de faceclaims masculinos, mas se quiser femininos, podemos fazer uma listinha também.

JAPONESES — Honda Kyoya (1999), Hagiwara Riku (1999), Mizuguchi Yuto (1999), Kanemoto Yoshinori (2000), Atsuki Mashiko (2000), Osaki Shotaro (2000), Hamada Asahi (2001), Terazono Keita (2001), Takahashi Fumiya (2001), Hosoda Kanata (2001), Takata Mashiho (2001), Ohira Shuzo (2001), Hayase Reo (2002), Itagaki Rihito (2002), Nakusawa Shota (2003), Imai Kairi (2003), Maeda Riku (2003).

CHINESES — Xiao Dejun (1999), Xiao Gui (1999), Leo Wu (1999) Zhou Zuan (1999), Zhou Zixiang (1999), Song Weilong (1999), Huang Wenting (2000), Fan Chengcheng (2000), Lin Jiachen (2000), Lin Huanjun (2000), Li Zheyan (2000), Chen Feiyu (2000), Huang Renjun (2000), Zhong Chenle (2001), Li Quanzhe (2001), Justin Huang (2002), Wang Yixiang (2002).

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