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remember the time the notes went missing? 

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deadpool

   ❝What? No! I’m asking for a friend!❞

   ❝Look, my days of being a suave young buck with enough charm to make any woman feel delusional to get with me are LONG over do. Honest. My Hugh Hefner days are in the past–and incidentally, so is my copy of Miss March.❞ It wasn’t his best commentary, feeling the dry nature of it plague a normally sharp and witty tongue, unbeknownst to others, as he weaved from one goon to the next in a flurry of flying fists and kicks. He threw a glance behind him as an AIM scientist’s head was shoved into the forefront of his kneecap, a resounding crack breaking out as Deadpool dropped the body to the floor. ❝So anyway, my buddy is uh… having trouble figuring out his heart, y’know? Been on his lonesome forever now and he never really gave much thought to the idea of falling in love. Which is a load of anal butter, if ya’ ask me. How could he NOT expect to fall in love with someone? People fall in love all the time, it’s just a thing that happens.❞ 

   He sounded particularly agitated while stating that, sending another round of pummeling into a group of bee-keeper point-dexter’s, twisting one man’s arm and kicking the tip of his boot into the scientist’s knee to buckle him before uppercutting the falling goon into unconsciousness. The remaining two simply aimed their rifles at him to shoot concentrated plasma, though the masked man was quicker by far when he threw two shock-discs at them, sticking to their bodies in an instant and sending enough voltage through them to render them unconscious. Wade’s masked guise was directed at the thing they were all attempting to protect, taking note of the massive computer in front of the massively ring-like structure behind it. It essentially looked like something out of Stargate, only a lot crappier looking and no bling to make it look remotely cool.

    Yet another glance was thrown over his shoulder, eyes zeroed in on the swinging web-ejaculation-man that took out the last of the oncoming reinforcements. ❝Yo. If yer’ done messing about with the reject extras from Star Trek TNG, I’m pretty sure I found what we’re supposed to trash. So cover me while I do that–and give me advice on how my friend should pursue this chick that he likes.❞

             Science says that humans, being social animals, are programmed to use communication as a vital tool to survive and thrive. Yet --- there was NO science that would prove as to how to shut this manic up and webbing the mask now of all  times would do absolutely nothing. Maybe talking would lead to a good distraction at another time BUT under THESE condition’s; hardly. The only one that was even relevantly forced to listen to that jaw move miles per minute, discussing such a irrelevant topic while hands were breaking bones and the care that was being presented did not exist. Heads were nearly twisted off spines but what questioned him was that he had the stomach to even bare watching such a thing. Simple because conversations were done when being stared at and it was mutual respect to listen. Of course holding in his breakfast this morning, queasy today due to lack of sleep or little there of. ( his own problems kept him up at night, ones that he couldn’t technically share with the class. ) still he wondered if there was any logical explanation or if Deadpool just enjoyed the tumult and hum of own voice. 

               Pete listened thoroughly as if he was going to be tested on this stuff later. Luckily for the manic’s sake -- lectures in school were just as fast but more boring than the average teen should have to bare. It was a miracle how people were still providing jobs just to murmur in a robotic tone for a good hour or so. Like tormenting the piteous school body was entertaining after all. While he, ALMOST intrigued, was trying hard to set the good example but simply failing and falling asleep with aching bones. Curled up in those small uncomfortable desks or trying to completely take days off to only do the same in a lumpy desk chair. Sleeping anywhere now seemed a lot more pleasant than standing here, kicking people in the face and avoiding bullets flying through the scorching sultry air. A guy was hanging by one of his webs not too far off and struggling to break free. Wondering what would hold longer; his web or his patients. 

                              “ Keep it down! There has to be more around and your voice echos off these walls.”             Regardless, there seemed to be less extra’s -- they all retreated or were tugged apart like last nights chicken wings.  Unadorned plans never seemed to work out too well and it left with a lot of innocent people torn apart like tissues scattered on the floor and while he had no say in what was right and wrong. Still, it baffled him on how use to death he had gotten. Not to mention how easy it was getting to drown out informal one way exchange of conversation. Alas, there was a sigh prior to thinking WHAT went beyond the bounds of what is considered to be a socially acceptable amount of talking rather than what the actual question or given advice was even needed for. The ENTIRE ordeal gave him an immense headache as he stepped back to look toward the sky -- keeping eye out for most stragglers and webbing one or two of them as they turned the corner in a cave man like run. Jaws hit by sole of feet and webbed down to the ground like magnets. They too struggled to get free with bruised brows and shattered teeth but at least they were alive. 

                          “ I think it’s easy to get along with people in general if you know more about them, by the way. “     Voice hushed, meanwhile kicking away a spirally grooved barrel that belonged to a shattered gun. Hesitant, lips parted -- he couldn’t believe he was actually feeling up to retorting a response.  “ -- simple, subtle ways go a long way, without --- eh-- exaggerating. ” AKA, Deadpool’s middle name. 

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    So I’ve been in and out of hospitals and my activity everywhere has stopped. I have appointments and my health is kind of horrible but fear not, I’ll be active soon. I miss writing. I’ve been itching to write and interact with all of my friends again. I hope you all had a wonderful holiday ( or just a wonderful day depending on where you live ) stay safe. 

[brattwonder-a]

accepted. Okay, I’ll try to keep this short ( hopefully i won’t get too sappy or boring or whatever; also the last one didn’t even mention anyone soooo here’s try 2! ). Alrighty, it’s been around a week back on Damian for me, && I’m still not exactly sure if I’m doing all that well with him. Yet, there’s already quite a few of you lot over here putting up with me on your dash! You guys have been rather kind, sweet, and just AWESOME! Soooo, to show my appreciation for you lot, I decided to do a tiny little bias list thing! Now, onto the list ( see! I told you I would try to keep it short!! )!

@alwaysxlate, @aspidey​, @batgirlbatarangs, @birdfromthenight, @bluewiinged, @broodingbird, @bugsuiit, @cacciatriice, @coolblogtobe, @cyeborg, @darkerclad, @depthdweller, @determinedhcro, @dogisms, @eggplantcapes, @funnfatale, @gothamhood, @gunsandhoods, @halysborn, @hookedarsenal, @houseguilded, @iimpulsc, @incredibleliar, @inhxumane, @justwhellmed, @knightcaped, @nerffighter, @notaquawoman, @ofcapesnjackets, @omaerta, @protectgotham, @rushingforward, @sostoppable, @spacehce, @stiickyfingers, @titus-wayne, @thenightstxr, @warriorbuilt

I know that I probably forgot oodles of people; please forgive me, sweethearts!

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@gwenuinely

                             “ Excuse me, ma’am but I am afraid that you can not cross the road unless at a cross walk.”     He teased, while standing there looking at her and thankful that his expression wasn’t seen through his mask. He was staring so fondly and couldn’t help but be happier than seeing Gwen out and about enjoying herself on this nice summer’s day. It was warmer than usual but New York had such an interest summer this year. It was raining nearly half the days where the weatherman had admitted that it would be fine to really do just about anything. People were everywhere, parades, new restaurants opening up as well as new shops. 

               Though, slightly worrying that it was more of open target of something to GO wrong. Or perhaps it was just him being too paranoid for his own sake. Everything was always falling apart in his head and there wasn’t much more he could do. ( which he would do everything that he could to prevent depraved situations ). Especially knowing the other was going to present around certain.                   

                                            --- “  Nah, I’m just kiddn’. You’re fine.”

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kaine

             ❛ I do that all the time when I see you. ❜

             If his brother knew any better ( which most times isn’t the case ), Kaine feigned an almost defeated tone –– fight fire with fire, if you will. But it occurred to the clone that they hardly conversed when the leeway was offered; it was only during the heat of battle, may it have been between each other, or against their adversaries. Regardless, he chose to stay, which meant now, in this very instance, he’d face his greatest challenge… tolerating Peter.

         Fakely, he gasps. “ --I am offended!”

                                   When growing up -- there was a wonder as to what it would be like to have a older sibling or a sibling at all, in fact. Or maybe a twin? cloning was besides the point ( though there wasn’t much difference between the two -- so he thought. ) and now that there was a chance to interact with said people who likely mimicked him in more ways than one could tell. There was much to appreciate in the aspects of being ORIGINAL. ( -- this guy lacked that for sure. ) What’s worse was the absence of  characteristics or qualities. There was simply just a stoned look alike trying to hold a exchange of conversation and FAILING quite horribly.  “ -- how dare ye!”

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Tony: So Peter, you are that spiderguy

Peter: *banging pots and pans together* what i cant hear u over all this ruckus im sorry i am a N O R M A L queens teen with N O powers whatsoever btw hmu with that college grant money im broke

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spliitlip

                       ❛      jesus   —-  y’need  a  hand  there ,  hot  shot   ?       ❜

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    --- “ ---- I GOT DIS!”

                       Clearly from the looks of everything -- he does NOT got this.  What kind of hero would he be admitting that he didn’t have everything under control? Oh, I dont know -- an honest one. 

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deadpool

    ❝–…Uh-huh. Dude, I think that story was so boring, it gave me third-degree hemorrhoids. Because I have the deepest urge to scratch the hell out of my tuckus right now. My god, I think De Niro has a better social life than you. I never want to say those words. Ever. It saddens me. Pains me. Kinda’ like how De Niro felt when he produced the Mistress, I’m guessing. …I might have had a De Niro marathon last night. Mean Streets is still so very good.❞ His voice and correlating rambling had returned in a flash, already quite fed up with being quiet for the sake of this lonely louche in this AMAZINGLY entertaining world.

   The slightly taller, but far more charming, of the two gave a hard slap to the spider-themed man’s back, arms placed on his own hips with an unimpressed expression neath’ his mask. ❝You live in a world where watersports is a thing and all you can think to do outside of your costume is get some diarrhea food? For shame. I will not stand for it.❞

                                            “ ---Okkaaaaaayy. I REALLY didn’t need to know ANY of that. You asked what I was up to so I answered. My life outside of the hero business IS boring. ( It is summer after all, while he had been looking for a side job there had been NO need. He felt like he could just sleep all day if it weren’t for the whole spider bite years ago. It would be time like these were he would be doing laundry and possibly making machines that move on their own for doing a purpose that he had been quite lazy to do on his own. Example; closing doors or ringing door bells. Small things that made life quite simple. ) but at least I have one. That’s really all I could ask for. Taco Bell isn’t bad when you’re in a hurry but I had to admit that too much can certain get your stomach going and running to the bathroom for the runs.”

                    Mental question was -- why was he standing here TALKING to this------ freak of nature when he should be going to MJ’s or somewhere other than standing here answering a question like he was being interviewed by the press. At least the press intentionally had actors and made it seem like they gave interest into things that were being said from his mouth.  When slapped on the back,  exerted enough force to practically fall over. Catching balance, coughing and glaring toward said maniac. How could one stay vexed toward a certain individual for so long? quite easily. 

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@otrosira​

       “ --- Have you looked at something and just thought YIKES? because that is EXACTLY what I did. ( toward you, no less )”

                The odd conversations starters weren’t really anything compared to how he started speeches during school elections or presentations. That aside, there should of been more said just now but something ( most likely EVERYTHING ) was preventing him from doing so. Lips nearly sealed shut after the statement of being afraid but never willing to admit full openly because the fear was likely to subside after some moments of facing said danger. 

[gloomyskye]

tHERE IT IS

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@mercwithoutmirth

                            A story, huh? What, was Deadpool finally getting tired of his own voice FOR ONCE. This, over all, was an amazing event. Peter felt like he finally had the opportunity to actually speak. 

                                 “   I stopped at Taco Bell for a quick bite to eat. In my wallet I have is a  50 and some cents, right? I figure that with some ones I can get something to eat and not have to worry about people getting mad at me. So said to the cashier;  Hi, I'd like one seven layer burrito please, to go. And they say my total and ask is that for here or to go and I think I  slapped my nose so hard just then.  ----- my life isn’t that exciting as you think it is. Out side of ---” air quotations. “ -- ALL this.”

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@msmjwatscn

                               “ I know, I KNOW MJ, I promised to head over a little earlier but listen. I have a really good excuse this time.” ( --- or did he? ) “ Uh, I was crossing the cross walk and then some guy was having difficulty pushing his cart up on the sidewalk near by so I stopped to help him.”  This being true, rather the cart being for food or personal merchandise he did not stand around to ask.  Either way, there was this feeling of guilt that was awful against and heavy against chest. As he HATED to always be late on promises when saying to be around at a certain time but winding up being quite belated. The lack of moments in the day -- oh how he WISHED there was more. Watson HAD To understand ( being that of a very understanding person she always was. ) maybe being able to forgive AGAIN and not hold this little mishap over his head for the rest of the year. 

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@sorcr

      “  If Jimmy cracks corn and no one cares, why is there a song about him?”

                       So, CLEARLY there wasn’t much of a question here or nothing of importance anyway but there was always something to wonder about. Let alone the usual late 3AM conversations with himself about the quality of life and other things that were not ever meant to be fathomed within the human mind but lack of sleep or little there of does WONDERS. Though it was not of the AM hours it was clear that web head had lacked the appropriate sleeping hours to even hold onto an actual decent superhero schedule with the likely chance of handling education and personal life along with that. 

                                         “ I feel like this is really important.”

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" What did one telepath say to the other telepath? "

❝ NOTHING. ❞

[gcblin]

it’s  the  leftover  humans.  the  survivors.  they’re  the  ones  i  can’t  stand  to  look  at,  although  on  many occasions  i  still  fail. i  deliberately  seek  out  the  colors  to  keep  my  mind  off  them,   but  now  and  then,     i  witness   the   ones   who   are   left behind,    crumbling  among  the  jigsaw  puzzle  of  realization,  despair,  and surprises.  they  have  p u n c t u r e d  hearts.  they have beaten lungs.  which  in  turn brings  me  to  the  subject  i  am  telling  you  about  tonight,  or today,  or  whatever  the  hour  and  color.  it’s  the  story  of  one  of  those  perpetual survivors  —  an  expert  at  being left behind. ( ac )