"So, it's your final class with me," Deadpool started, walking around ye olde danger shoppe as people arrived. "And I don't really get with the whole testing thing, so..."

He shrugged.

"Battle royale? Yes, yes. Danger shop keeping you safe blah blah blah don't be stupid blah blah blah--Not the point. I brought popcorn so I expect to be ( Read more... )

There were jingle bells everywhere on Deadpool's uniform. And elf booties ( Read more... )

Deadpool had a little movie clip all set up for the class this morning before they were allowed to play smack each other around with swords. "I hope you all had a very informative and bitchy time last week while I was a dingo. Props to anyone who gave me food. And a very disappointed shake of the head toward those who didn't. For shameSeriously, ( Read more... )

When the students filed into the classroom today, they might notice that the usual guy in the red pyjamas was not actually there. There was, however, a dingo. And a Zack, standing near said dingo, scratching his head and looking very perplexed indeed.

"Arthur, I think this is Deadpool," he noted, and then he shrugged and pulled a ham sandwich out ( Read more... )

"So, I've noticed folks don't wanna play all the reindeer games here. This makes me a very sad panda, people. Look at my sad panda face ( Read more... )

"Well," Deadpool said, pacing about the danger shop. "I was gonna have a real class for ya'll with the seriousness and talking about danger and blah blah blah. But you know what? It's Halloween Week. Halloween, people. I want funsies with candy ( Read more... )

"Back again, back again. Isn't it fun, kids ( Read more... )

Today there was a pile of bandages and... Hello Kitty bandaids. Because those would help in sword related injuries.

True story.

( Cut for Skywalker-ish injuries )

It was that day. That maaagical day. Finally, people would be allowed to get with the fighty.

Deadpool was all a twitter. And possibly updating his Twitter. Who knows?

OMFG class is starting. I need a better cellphone."So, we all know what today is, riiiiiight class?" Deadpool asked, pacing the danger shop as he shoved his cell phone back in one ( Read more... )

"I hope you're all done being traumatized from yesterday, because today we get to play with big phallic symbols."

Deadpool was so caring about his students.

"So, today we'll be looking into why we practice. Practice makes perfect. Hang in there, kitty. Soar. All those shitty motivational posters you see in the guidance counselor's office and mock ( Read more... )