Deadpool and Layla were going to the special hell for this one. The kind where only Fox executives go.

But there was pie and dinner--bought from one of the places in town--and a wholesome atmosphere. Really. Wholesome.

With the Summers family.

[[Because we had to. Open for those of the Summers line or future wives thereof]]

There were boxes waiting for those who received detention from Deadpool today. Two of 'em.

Okay, so maybe having kids do the work for him wasn't exactly ethical, but it totally worked just fine of you asked Deadpool. Plus, he got him out of figuring out directions on swings and a slide that may or may not actually be in English.

Score!

So, tonight was the premiere of the newest season of America's Next Top Model.

Guess where Deadpool was.

Guuuuess.

No, not taking a shower. It was model watchin' times, baby! Weetiny models!

"WHAT? WHERE IS JESUS CHICK?!"

[[...estaaablishy]]

There was a new model show on. A new Model Show.

Like hell Deadpool was gonna be anywhere but parked in front of the television and watching it. "I KNOW THAT GUY."

Oh he was a a giant teenage girl. BUT THERE WERE MODELS. HE NEEDED THIS.

[[Open for phone calls and roomies]]

It had been a little while since Deadpool had talked to Weasel. It had been even longer since he'd had job for him.

"--and do I get to shoot at people?"

"...yes, Wade." Not he didn't. But Weasel wasn't about to inform him of that.

"Sweet. I'll be there in an hour."

There was a partizzle in this nizzle ( Read more... )

Deadpool was doing something completely mature and befitting a Vice Principal. He was calmly accepting the return of his clothing with grace and dignity.

And rolling around on them on the bed. "Clothing! Dryer fresh cloooothing!"

Oh please, like you could resist that.

There were many things one could expect to wake up to on any given day in Fandom. Having boobs, being someone else, in bed with a random person, having your ankle gnawed on by a damn fox ( Read more... )

When Wade woke up that morning, there were many things he hadn't thought would happen. Like... the extreme backache from sleeping on the couch. Or the fact that his boxers had somehow managed to get on the lamp waaaaay over there ( Read more... )

Last season of ANTM was playing on marathon all day. Guess where Deadpool is.

Go on, guess.

Oh, you're no fun.

"Oh, my poor adorable lil' featherless Shi'Ar, Anya..."

It was calming.

[[For one]]