So, yesterday Deadpool had some funny grey spots. Which, you know, easy to write off as a coloring error. It happens all the time! Like that thing with the Hulk that he's green because the inkers were freakin' laaaaazy.

But now it had spread to more grey spots. Which probably meant something was wrong. Since he had that kooky healing factor and ( Read more... )

There was a lot of snow and now power. Deadpool was so not about to go out in that. So what he did do was go for a nice bodyslide on over.

No work and hopefully Nate would have food that wasn't made from goat milk.

Or eggs.

"Luuuucy, I'm hoo~ooome!"

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... )

This Wednesday, Wade was prepared. Yes. Prepared. He bought food.

A lot of food.

It probably wasn't the best idea to buy several varieties of cake and pie for a movie night, but he had been in the mood to go into a diabetic coma.

No reason why.

Really.

[[OOC: For the guy with the glowy eye. No, emoclops that doesn't mean you.]]

It was about halfway into a nice, quiet evening of watching the Travel Channel for that adorable Andrew Zimmerman and Anthony Bourdain that Wade realized something ( Read more... )

Duct tape was a fun, fun thing. Duct tape, a minion defiler and a tree? Even better.

Deadpool pushed a few more buttons on the cellphone he snagged from the kid, sitting down opposite from him and reading over a few texts. "Oooo! This thing has Tetris!"

[[OOC: For the Turk, plz. NFB!]]

Deadpool was watching television ( Read more... )