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@roadkillwontstaydead
Hey there!
My name's Roadkill, and I'm your friendly neighborhood... uh... costumed person!
I don't really have any specific job or purpose so you'll probably just find me hanging around wherever I find myself, but I like to help where I can. I also don't really have a specific continuity but I usually prefer to hang around DC and Marvel
i hate it when people ask me to "explain my thought process" like hell if i know
"what's going on in that head of yours?" nothing i want to be a part of
Alright since I'm getting popular on this account let me say some of my beliefs
I hate Trump, Terfs, Nazi's and anyone with those beliefs.
Israel isn't a country, and in the wrong. If you believe they are, please go read a book
Trans-rights are human rights
Gay rights fuck yeah
Make Healthcare affordable/free
Food is necessity not a privilege
No one is illegal on stolen land
Abolish I.C.E
Abolish " concentration camps"
Abolish conversion camp
All religions exist, doesn't mean you're God is better than. My God, they're all equal.
Thanks
LOUDER FOR THE PEOPLE IN THE BACK!
Wait does anyone actually care about the fourth of July I thought everyone knew it's disability pride month
too weird for normal kids too normal for weird kids Just right for being alone and miserable my entire life
🖤❤️💛🤍💙💚🖤
Happy disability pride month!!!!
🖤❤️💛🤍💙💚🖤
Ok we are grilling various meats in the backyard for Father's Day this afternoon. This is not formal but anyone who is our kid or adopted kid or young person who hangs around a lot or older person without a father figure to celebrate today is welcome to stop by. Bring something if you want but we have plenty of food.
There's also a slip-n-slide, sprinkler, and kiddie pool in the yard but under NO circumstances are you allowed to shoot me with a super soaker while I'm grilling.
Come get fed you urchins.
"I haven't been to a grill in a long time so I'm not entirely sure how these things go but I brought pickles" they hold up a jar of whole pickles. Not pickle slices. Whole pickles.
"You know what? We can work with that. We do in fact have knives in this house. Too many, probably."
He eyes Roadkill wearily.
"Why don't you ask other dad for help cutting those? Maybe he can teach you some knife skills."
"I have plenty of knife skills, thanks." They frown at him, feigning offense. "But I'll ask anyways."
"Thanks for humoring me." He rolls his eyes.
They stop and turn to face him again. "What, you doubt my abilities? You don't trust me with a knife? I'm hurt." In truth, they don't use knives anywhere outside of a kitchen context. Even then, they're not very careful about how they cut things. He's probably right to doubt them.
"I've seen your abilities. Weren't you just blowing yourself up last week or something? Or was that a different child? You guys are lucky Dadpool is a genius at insurance fraud or you'd all be in life long medical debt."
This is not true and Peter knows it, he's the one who would be in debt, but it's good to throw around empty threats sometimes. Builds character.
"I've never blown myself up, as far as I can remember. Besides, I couldn't have been blowing myself up last week cause I was busy... uh... doing something. I don't remember but I'm pretty sure I was doing something last week. Also, I can't go into medical debt if there aren't any legal records of me!"
It's pretty hard to go into medical debt when they refuse to go to a hospital.
You know what, why don't you just go play on the slip-n-slide? That shortish deadpool that isn't Dadpool is Wheelie, and you and him have shockingly similar levels of concern for your personal safety. I feel like you'd get along.
"Oh, Wheelie? Sick, I'm pretty sure I actually know him." They run off to to say hi.
@wheelbarrowofstagefourcancer
Wheelies repeatedly running through the sprinkler and then practically diving onto the slip and slide. Once he gets to the end of the slip and slide and is ungracefully lying on the grass, he sees Roadkill and waves. “Hi!”
"Hey!" They snort a little. "You look like you're having fun."
They glance at the sprinkler and take a small step forward until they're standing in the water, letting it run down their costume onto the grass.
“Well I haven’t played on a slip and slide for like a good whileeeeeee.”
He laughs happily when Roadkill just stands in the sprinkler’s spray.
“You should sit down and then it’s like you’re in a waterfall.”
"Man, I can't remember the last time I even saw a slip and slide."
They sit down on the grass, crossing their legs.
"Oh, yeah, you're right. Ugh, I miss swimming. I haven't been in a large body of water in forever. I'm gonna dry up like a raisin."
“I think I was probably a small child and it was before my parents got shitty.”
He grins when they sit down and seem to like it.
“Yeah, it’s good fun. Hah, you’re gonna be a little raisin superhero. I’m gonna call you superraisin.”
They go quiet, fidgeting with the grass. "...I'm sorry."
"Superraisin? That's just mean. I could do better than Superraisin."
“Hey, it’s okay. I got new dads and a mum now so its chill. Pete and Wade and MJ are way better than the bumpkins I had like 20 years ago.”
He smiles and sits up.
“Hmmmm, what about Superdry?”
"Well, I'm glad you found them."
"I'm not particularly dry right now," they chuckle, gesturing to their soaked costume.
“Yeah, me too.”
He chuckles and nods. “Mhmm, maybe Superwet is better?”
"Might as well call me Supermoist." They run their hand along the grass before wiping their lenses with the back of their hand.
“Ughhhh. I’m not very good with the names,” it groans before lying back down and rolling around a little.
"Dude I named myself Roadkill, you're not getting any judgment here." He shakes his hair out just to be obnoxious, flicking water everywhere.
“Yeah, coz you’re like a wet dog,” Wheelie laughs.
Roadkill glares at him, opening their mouth to retort before deciding better of it. "...that's fair, I kinda did that to myself. I think I'm more like a sprinkler, though. A really low quality sprinkler."
“That’s just sad. At least dogs are cute. Sprinklers are not cute.” Wheelie chuckles.
"Sprinklers can be cute, have you ever seen those ones that are shaped like octopuses and stuff? I can be a cute sprinkler. Maybe I'm a sprinkler shaped like a dog. Or one of those Bluey sprinklers."
“Yeah but you’re just shaped like a person. Now if you were a Bluey sprinkler, it would be a different story.”
"I could get an inflatable Bluey costume. I feel like this comparison is getting out of hand, though."
Ok we are grilling various meats in the backyard for Father's Day this afternoon. This is not formal but anyone who is our kid or adopted kid or young person who hangs around a lot or older person without a father figure to celebrate today is welcome to stop by. Bring something if you want but we have plenty of food.
There's also a slip-n-slide, sprinkler, and kiddie pool in the yard but under NO circumstances are you allowed to shoot me with a super soaker while I'm grilling.
Come get fed you urchins.
"I haven't been to a grill in a long time so I'm not entirely sure how these things go but I brought pickles" they hold up a jar of whole pickles. Not pickle slices. Whole pickles.
"You know what? We can work with that. We do in fact have knives in this house. Too many, probably."
He eyes Roadkill wearily.
"Why don't you ask other dad for help cutting those? Maybe he can teach you some knife skills."
"I have plenty of knife skills, thanks." They frown at him, feigning offense. "But I'll ask anyways."
"Thanks for humoring me." He rolls his eyes.
They stop and turn to face him again. "What, you doubt my abilities? You don't trust me with a knife? I'm hurt." In truth, they don't use knives anywhere outside of a kitchen context. Even then, they're not very careful about how they cut things. He's probably right to doubt them.
"I've seen your abilities. Weren't you just blowing yourself up last week or something? Or was that a different child? You guys are lucky Dadpool is a genius at insurance fraud or you'd all be in life long medical debt."
This is not true and Peter knows it, he's the one who would be in debt, but it's good to throw around empty threats sometimes. Builds character.
"I've never blown myself up, as far as I can remember. Besides, I couldn't have been blowing myself up last week cause I was busy... uh... doing something. I don't remember but I'm pretty sure I was doing something last week. Also, I can't go into medical debt if there aren't any legal records of me!"
It's pretty hard to go into medical debt when they refuse to go to a hospital.
You know what, why don't you just go play on the slip-n-slide? That shortish deadpool that isn't Dadpool is Wheelie, and you and him have shockingly similar levels of concern for your personal safety. I feel like you'd get along.
"Oh, Wheelie? Sick, I'm pretty sure I actually know him." They run off to to say hi.
@wheelbarrowofstagefourcancer
Wheelies repeatedly running through the sprinkler and then practically diving onto the slip and slide. Once he gets to the end of the slip and slide and is ungracefully lying on the grass, he sees Roadkill and waves. “Hi!”
"Hey!" They snort a little. "You look like you're having fun."
They glance at the sprinkler and take a small step forward until they're standing in the water, letting it run down their costume onto the grass.
“Well I haven’t played on a slip and slide for like a good whileeeeeee.”
He laughs happily when Roadkill just stands in the sprinkler’s spray.
“You should sit down and then it’s like you’re in a waterfall.”
"Man, I can't remember the last time I even saw a slip and slide."
They sit down on the grass, crossing their legs.
"Oh, yeah, you're right. Ugh, I miss swimming. I haven't been in a large body of water in forever. I'm gonna dry up like a raisin."
“I think I was probably a small child and it was before my parents got shitty.”
He grins when they sit down and seem to like it.
“Yeah, it’s good fun. Hah, you’re gonna be a little raisin superhero. I’m gonna call you superraisin.”
They go quiet, fidgeting with the grass. "...I'm sorry."
"Superraisin? That's just mean. I could do better than Superraisin."
“Hey, it’s okay. I got new dads and a mum now so its chill. Pete and Wade and MJ are way better than the bumpkins I had like 20 years ago.”
He smiles and sits up.
“Hmmmm, what about Superdry?”
"Well, I'm glad you found them."
"I'm not particularly dry right now," they chuckle, gesturing to their soaked costume.
“Yeah, me too.”
He chuckles and nods. “Mhmm, maybe Superwet is better?”
"Might as well call me Supermoist." They run their hand along the grass before wiping their lenses with the back of their hand.
“Ughhhh. I’m not very good with the names,” it groans before lying back down and rolling around a little.
"Dude I named myself Roadkill, you're not getting any judgment here." He shakes his hair out just to be obnoxious, flicking water everywhere.
“Yeah, coz you’re like a wet dog,” Wheelie laughs.
Roadkill glares at him, opening their mouth to retort before deciding better of it. "...that's fair, I kinda did that to myself. I think I'm more like a sprinkler, though. A really low quality sprinkler."
“That’s just sad. At least dogs are cute. Sprinklers are not cute.” Wheelie chuckles.
"Sprinklers can be cute, have you ever seen those ones that are shaped like octopuses and stuff? I can be a cute sprinkler. Maybe I'm a sprinkler shaped like a dog. Or one of those Bluey sprinklers."
Ok we are grilling various meats in the backyard for Father's Day this afternoon. This is not formal but anyone who is our kid or adopted kid or young person who hangs around a lot or older person without a father figure to celebrate today is welcome to stop by. Bring something if you want but we have plenty of food.
There's also a slip-n-slide, sprinkler, and kiddie pool in the yard but under NO circumstances are you allowed to shoot me with a super soaker while I'm grilling.
Come get fed you urchins.
"I haven't been to a grill in a long time so I'm not entirely sure how these things go but I brought pickles" they hold up a jar of whole pickles. Not pickle slices. Whole pickles.
"You know what? We can work with that. We do in fact have knives in this house. Too many, probably."
He eyes Roadkill wearily.
"Why don't you ask other dad for help cutting those? Maybe he can teach you some knife skills."
"I have plenty of knife skills, thanks." They frown at him, feigning offense. "But I'll ask anyways."
"Thanks for humoring me." He rolls his eyes.
They stop and turn to face him again. "What, you doubt my abilities? You don't trust me with a knife? I'm hurt." In truth, they don't use knives anywhere outside of a kitchen context. Even then, they're not very careful about how they cut things. He's probably right to doubt them.
"I've seen your abilities. Weren't you just blowing yourself up last week or something? Or was that a different child? You guys are lucky Dadpool is a genius at insurance fraud or you'd all be in life long medical debt."
This is not true and Peter knows it, he's the one who would be in debt, but it's good to throw around empty threats sometimes. Builds character.
"I've never blown myself up, as far as I can remember. Besides, I couldn't have been blowing myself up last week cause I was busy... uh... doing something. I don't remember but I'm pretty sure I was doing something last week. Also, I can't go into medical debt if there aren't any legal records of me!"
It's pretty hard to go into medical debt when they refuse to go to a hospital.
You know what, why don't you just go play on the slip-n-slide? That shortish deadpool that isn't Dadpool is Wheelie, and you and him have shockingly similar levels of concern for your personal safety. I feel like you'd get along.
"Oh, Wheelie? Sick, I'm pretty sure I actually know him." They run off to to say hi.
@wheelbarrowofstagefourcancer
Wheelies repeatedly running through the sprinkler and then practically diving onto the slip and slide. Once he gets to the end of the slip and slide and is ungracefully lying on the grass, he sees Roadkill and waves. “Hi!”
"Hey!" They snort a little. "You look like you're having fun."
They glance at the sprinkler and take a small step forward until they're standing in the water, letting it run down their costume onto the grass.
“Well I haven’t played on a slip and slide for like a good whileeeeeee.”
He laughs happily when Roadkill just stands in the sprinkler’s spray.
“You should sit down and then it’s like you’re in a waterfall.”
"Man, I can't remember the last time I even saw a slip and slide."
They sit down on the grass, crossing their legs.
"Oh, yeah, you're right. Ugh, I miss swimming. I haven't been in a large body of water in forever. I'm gonna dry up like a raisin."
“I think I was probably a small child and it was before my parents got shitty.”
He grins when they sit down and seem to like it.
“Yeah, it’s good fun. Hah, you’re gonna be a little raisin superhero. I’m gonna call you superraisin.”
They go quiet, fidgeting with the grass. "...I'm sorry."
"Superraisin? That's just mean. I could do better than Superraisin."
“Hey, it’s okay. I got new dads and a mum now so its chill. Pete and Wade and MJ are way better than the bumpkins I had like 20 years ago.”
He smiles and sits up.
“Hmmmm, what about Superdry?”
"Well, I'm glad you found them."
"I'm not particularly dry right now," they chuckle, gesturing to their soaked costume.
“Yeah, me too.”
He chuckles and nods. “Mhmm, maybe Superwet is better?”
"Might as well call me Supermoist." They run their hand along the grass before wiping their lenses with the back of their hand.
“Ughhhh. I’m not very good with the names,” it groans before lying back down and rolling around a little.
"Dude I named myself Roadkill, you're not getting any judgment here." He shakes his hair out just to be obnoxious, flicking water everywhere.
“Yeah, coz you’re like a wet dog,” Wheelie laughs.
Roadkill glares at him, opening their mouth to retort before deciding better of it. "...that's fair, I kinda did that to myself. I think I'm more like a sprinkler, though. A really low quality sprinkler."
Ok we are grilling various meats in the backyard for Father's Day this afternoon. This is not formal but anyone who is our kid or adopted kid or young person who hangs around a lot or older person without a father figure to celebrate today is welcome to stop by. Bring something if you want but we have plenty of food.
There's also a slip-n-slide, sprinkler, and kiddie pool in the yard but under NO circumstances are you allowed to shoot me with a super soaker while I'm grilling.
Come get fed you urchins.
"I haven't been to a grill in a long time so I'm not entirely sure how these things go but I brought pickles" they hold up a jar of whole pickles. Not pickle slices. Whole pickles.
"You know what? We can work with that. We do in fact have knives in this house. Too many, probably."
He eyes Roadkill wearily.
"Why don't you ask other dad for help cutting those? Maybe he can teach you some knife skills."
"I have plenty of knife skills, thanks." They frown at him, feigning offense. "But I'll ask anyways."
"Thanks for humoring me." He rolls his eyes.
They stop and turn to face him again. "What, you doubt my abilities? You don't trust me with a knife? I'm hurt." In truth, they don't use knives anywhere outside of a kitchen context. Even then, they're not very careful about how they cut things. He's probably right to doubt them.
"I've seen your abilities. Weren't you just blowing yourself up last week or something? Or was that a different child? You guys are lucky Dadpool is a genius at insurance fraud or you'd all be in life long medical debt."
This is not true and Peter knows it, he's the one who would be in debt, but it's good to throw around empty threats sometimes. Builds character.
"I've never blown myself up, as far as I can remember. Besides, I couldn't have been blowing myself up last week cause I was busy... uh... doing something. I don't remember but I'm pretty sure I was doing something last week. Also, I can't go into medical debt if there aren't any legal records of me!"
It's pretty hard to go into medical debt when they refuse to go to a hospital.
You know what, why don't you just go play on the slip-n-slide? That shortish deadpool that isn't Dadpool is Wheelie, and you and him have shockingly similar levels of concern for your personal safety. I feel like you'd get along.
"Oh, Wheelie? Sick, I'm pretty sure I actually know him." They run off to to say hi.
@wheelbarrowofstagefourcancer
Wheelies repeatedly running through the sprinkler and then practically diving onto the slip and slide. Once he gets to the end of the slip and slide and is ungracefully lying on the grass, he sees Roadkill and waves. “Hi!”
"Hey!" They snort a little. "You look like you're having fun."
They glance at the sprinkler and take a small step forward until they're standing in the water, letting it run down their costume onto the grass.
“Well I haven’t played on a slip and slide for like a good whileeeeeee.”
He laughs happily when Roadkill just stands in the sprinkler’s spray.
“You should sit down and then it’s like you’re in a waterfall.”
"Man, I can't remember the last time I even saw a slip and slide."
They sit down on the grass, crossing their legs.
"Oh, yeah, you're right. Ugh, I miss swimming. I haven't been in a large body of water in forever. I'm gonna dry up like a raisin."
“I think I was probably a small child and it was before my parents got shitty.”
He grins when they sit down and seem to like it.
“Yeah, it’s good fun. Hah, you’re gonna be a little raisin superhero. I’m gonna call you superraisin.”
They go quiet, fidgeting with the grass. "...I'm sorry."
"Superraisin? That's just mean. I could do better than Superraisin."
“Hey, it’s okay. I got new dads and a mum now so its chill. Pete and Wade and MJ are way better than the bumpkins I had like 20 years ago.”
He smiles and sits up.
“Hmmmm, what about Superdry?”
"Well, I'm glad you found them."
"I'm not particularly dry right now," they chuckle, gesturing to their soaked costume.
“Yeah, me too.”
He chuckles and nods. “Mhmm, maybe Superwet is better?”
"Might as well call me Supermoist." They run their hand along the grass before wiping their lenses with the back of their hand.
“Ughhhh. I’m not very good with the names,” it groans before lying back down and rolling around a little.
"Dude I named myself Roadkill, you're not getting any judgment here." He shakes his hair out just to be obnoxious, flicking water everywhere.
Ok we are grilling various meats in the backyard for Father's Day this afternoon. This is not formal but anyone who is our kid or adopted kid or young person who hangs around a lot or older person without a father figure to celebrate today is welcome to stop by. Bring something if you want but we have plenty of food.
There's also a slip-n-slide, sprinkler, and kiddie pool in the yard but under NO circumstances are you allowed to shoot me with a super soaker while I'm grilling.
Come get fed you urchins.
"I haven't been to a grill in a long time so I'm not entirely sure how these things go but I brought pickles" they hold up a jar of whole pickles. Not pickle slices. Whole pickles.
"You know what? We can work with that. We do in fact have knives in this house. Too many, probably."
He eyes Roadkill wearily.
"Why don't you ask other dad for help cutting those? Maybe he can teach you some knife skills."
"I have plenty of knife skills, thanks." They frown at him, feigning offense. "But I'll ask anyways."
"Thanks for humoring me." He rolls his eyes.
They stop and turn to face him again. "What, you doubt my abilities? You don't trust me with a knife? I'm hurt." In truth, they don't use knives anywhere outside of a kitchen context. Even then, they're not very careful about how they cut things. He's probably right to doubt them.
"I've seen your abilities. Weren't you just blowing yourself up last week or something? Or was that a different child? You guys are lucky Dadpool is a genius at insurance fraud or you'd all be in life long medical debt."
This is not true and Peter knows it, he's the one who would be in debt, but it's good to throw around empty threats sometimes. Builds character.
"I've never blown myself up, as far as I can remember. Besides, I couldn't have been blowing myself up last week cause I was busy... uh... doing something. I don't remember but I'm pretty sure I was doing something last week. Also, I can't go into medical debt if there aren't any legal records of me!"
It's pretty hard to go into medical debt when they refuse to go to a hospital.
You know what, why don't you just go play on the slip-n-slide? That shortish deadpool that isn't Dadpool is Wheelie, and you and him have shockingly similar levels of concern for your personal safety. I feel like you'd get along.
"Oh, Wheelie? Sick, I'm pretty sure I actually know him." They run off to to say hi.
@wheelbarrowofstagefourcancer
Wheelies repeatedly running through the sprinkler and then practically diving onto the slip and slide. Once he gets to the end of the slip and slide and is ungracefully lying on the grass, he sees Roadkill and waves. “Hi!”
"Hey!" They snort a little. "You look like you're having fun."
They glance at the sprinkler and take a small step forward until they're standing in the water, letting it run down their costume onto the grass.
“Well I haven’t played on a slip and slide for like a good whileeeeeee.”
He laughs happily when Roadkill just stands in the sprinkler’s spray.
“You should sit down and then it’s like you’re in a waterfall.”
"Man, I can't remember the last time I even saw a slip and slide."
They sit down on the grass, crossing their legs.
"Oh, yeah, you're right. Ugh, I miss swimming. I haven't been in a large body of water in forever. I'm gonna dry up like a raisin."
“I think I was probably a small child and it was before my parents got shitty.”
He grins when they sit down and seem to like it.
“Yeah, it’s good fun. Hah, you’re gonna be a little raisin superhero. I’m gonna call you superraisin.”
They go quiet, fidgeting with the grass. "...I'm sorry."
"Superraisin? That's just mean. I could do better than Superraisin."
“Hey, it’s okay. I got new dads and a mum now so its chill. Pete and Wade and MJ are way better than the bumpkins I had like 20 years ago.”
He smiles and sits up.
“Hmmmm, what about Superdry?”
"Well, I'm glad you found them."
"I'm not particularly dry right now," they chuckle, gesturing to their soaked costume.
“Yeah, me too.”
He chuckles and nods. “Mhmm, maybe Superwet is better?”
"Might as well call me Supermoist." They run their hand along the grass before wiping their lenses with the back of their hand.
Ok we are grilling various meats in the backyard for Father's Day this afternoon. This is not formal but anyone who is our kid or adopted kid or young person who hangs around a lot or older person without a father figure to celebrate today is welcome to stop by. Bring something if you want but we have plenty of food.
There's also a slip-n-slide, sprinkler, and kiddie pool in the yard but under NO circumstances are you allowed to shoot me with a super soaker while I'm grilling.
Come get fed you urchins.
"I haven't been to a grill in a long time so I'm not entirely sure how these things go but I brought pickles" they hold up a jar of whole pickles. Not pickle slices. Whole pickles.
"You know what? We can work with that. We do in fact have knives in this house. Too many, probably."
He eyes Roadkill wearily.
"Why don't you ask other dad for help cutting those? Maybe he can teach you some knife skills."
"I have plenty of knife skills, thanks." They frown at him, feigning offense. "But I'll ask anyways."
"Thanks for humoring me." He rolls his eyes.
They stop and turn to face him again. "What, you doubt my abilities? You don't trust me with a knife? I'm hurt." In truth, they don't use knives anywhere outside of a kitchen context. Even then, they're not very careful about how they cut things. He's probably right to doubt them.
"I've seen your abilities. Weren't you just blowing yourself up last week or something? Or was that a different child? You guys are lucky Dadpool is a genius at insurance fraud or you'd all be in life long medical debt."
This is not true and Peter knows it, he's the one who would be in debt, but it's good to throw around empty threats sometimes. Builds character.
"I've never blown myself up, as far as I can remember. Besides, I couldn't have been blowing myself up last week cause I was busy... uh... doing something. I don't remember but I'm pretty sure I was doing something last week. Also, I can't go into medical debt if there aren't any legal records of me!"
It's pretty hard to go into medical debt when they refuse to go to a hospital.
You know what, why don't you just go play on the slip-n-slide? That shortish deadpool that isn't Dadpool is Wheelie, and you and him have shockingly similar levels of concern for your personal safety. I feel like you'd get along.
"Oh, Wheelie? Sick, I'm pretty sure I actually know him." They run off to to say hi.
@wheelbarrowofstagefourcancer
Wheelies repeatedly running through the sprinkler and then practically diving onto the slip and slide. Once he gets to the end of the slip and slide and is ungracefully lying on the grass, he sees Roadkill and waves. “Hi!”
"Hey!" They snort a little. "You look like you're having fun."
They glance at the sprinkler and take a small step forward until they're standing in the water, letting it run down their costume onto the grass.
“Well I haven’t played on a slip and slide for like a good whileeeeeee.”
He laughs happily when Roadkill just stands in the sprinkler’s spray.
“You should sit down and then it’s like you’re in a waterfall.”
"Man, I can't remember the last time I even saw a slip and slide."
They sit down on the grass, crossing their legs.
"Oh, yeah, you're right. Ugh, I miss swimming. I haven't been in a large body of water in forever. I'm gonna dry up like a raisin."
“I think I was probably a small child and it was before my parents got shitty.”
He grins when they sit down and seem to like it.
“Yeah, it’s good fun. Hah, you’re gonna be a little raisin superhero. I’m gonna call you superraisin.”
They go quiet, fidgeting with the grass. "...I'm sorry."
"Superraisin? That's just mean. I could do better than Superraisin."
“Hey, it’s okay. I got new dads and a mum now so its chill. Pete and Wade and MJ are way better than the bumpkins I had like 20 years ago.”
He smiles and sits up.
“Hmmmm, what about Superdry?”
"Well, I'm glad you found them."
"I'm not particularly dry right now," they chuckle, gesturing to their soaked costume.
Ok we are grilling various meats in the backyard for Father's Day this afternoon. This is not formal but anyone who is our kid or adopted kid or young person who hangs around a lot or older person without a father figure to celebrate today is welcome to stop by. Bring something if you want but we have plenty of food.
There's also a slip-n-slide, sprinkler, and kiddie pool in the yard but under NO circumstances are you allowed to shoot me with a super soaker while I'm grilling.
Come get fed you urchins.
"I haven't been to a grill in a long time so I'm not entirely sure how these things go but I brought pickles" they hold up a jar of whole pickles. Not pickle slices. Whole pickles.
"You know what? We can work with that. We do in fact have knives in this house. Too many, probably."
He eyes Roadkill wearily.
"Why don't you ask other dad for help cutting those? Maybe he can teach you some knife skills."
"I have plenty of knife skills, thanks." They frown at him, feigning offense. "But I'll ask anyways."
"Thanks for humoring me." He rolls his eyes.
They stop and turn to face him again. "What, you doubt my abilities? You don't trust me with a knife? I'm hurt." In truth, they don't use knives anywhere outside of a kitchen context. Even then, they're not very careful about how they cut things. He's probably right to doubt them.
"I've seen your abilities. Weren't you just blowing yourself up last week or something? Or was that a different child? You guys are lucky Dadpool is a genius at insurance fraud or you'd all be in life long medical debt."
This is not true and Peter knows it, he's the one who would be in debt, but it's good to throw around empty threats sometimes. Builds character.
"I've never blown myself up, as far as I can remember. Besides, I couldn't have been blowing myself up last week cause I was busy... uh... doing something. I don't remember but I'm pretty sure I was doing something last week. Also, I can't go into medical debt if there aren't any legal records of me!"
It's pretty hard to go into medical debt when they refuse to go to a hospital.
You know what, why don't you just go play on the slip-n-slide? That shortish deadpool that isn't Dadpool is Wheelie, and you and him have shockingly similar levels of concern for your personal safety. I feel like you'd get along.
"Oh, Wheelie? Sick, I'm pretty sure I actually know him." They run off to to say hi.
@wheelbarrowofstagefourcancer
Wheelies repeatedly running through the sprinkler and then practically diving onto the slip and slide. Once he gets to the end of the slip and slide and is ungracefully lying on the grass, he sees Roadkill and waves. “Hi!”
"Hey!" They snort a little. "You look like you're having fun."
They glance at the sprinkler and take a small step forward until they're standing in the water, letting it run down their costume onto the grass.
“Well I haven’t played on a slip and slide for like a good whileeeeeee.”
He laughs happily when Roadkill just stands in the sprinkler’s spray.
“You should sit down and then it’s like you’re in a waterfall.”
"Man, I can't remember the last time I even saw a slip and slide."
They sit down on the grass, crossing their legs.
"Oh, yeah, you're right. Ugh, I miss swimming. I haven't been in a large body of water in forever. I'm gonna dry up like a raisin."
“I think I was probably a small child and it was before my parents got shitty.”
He grins when they sit down and seem to like it.
“Yeah, it’s good fun. Hah, you’re gonna be a little raisin superhero. I’m gonna call you superraisin.”
They go quiet, fidgeting with the grass. "...I'm sorry."
"Superraisin? That's just mean. I could do better than Superraisin."
Dude. I'm alive, and you're alive, and we're alive at the same time. We met each other. Isn't that amazing? I'm so glad you're in my life. Thank you for existing <3
- @roadkillwontstaydead
yeah dude!!! i'm always existing. i didn't have a choice :)
I don't know if any of us had a choice about coming into existence, but I'm glad you haven't made the choice to come out of existence. Thansk for existing with me
i mean i have made that choice a lot of times, other things just keep me alive anyway. namely the fact that i cannot die in a way that matters outside of extraordinary circumstances. but i guess i probably could find peters rope and kill myself forever right now if i really wanted to and i'm not even trying to do it. i got kids to look out for, you know? and partners to love. and a life to love. if i can swing it.
and so do you. on the uh, the life thing. there's a lot to love about life besides kids and partners, it turns out. i learned that from project hail mary. he didn't even have a dog 💔
Yeah, it's crazy! It's awesome that you know that. If I remember correctly, you told me "one day you'll live for yourself and that day will hit you harder than a car ever could." I'm probably paraphrasing but anyway yay you're living for yourself! It's awesome, right? Being alive is acting pretty cool when you don't feel miserable
Dude. I'm alive, and you're alive, and we're alive at the same time. We met each other. Isn't that amazing? I'm so glad you're in my life. Thank you for existing <3
- @roadkillwontstaydead
yeah dude!!! i'm always existing. i didn't have a choice :)
I don't know if any of us had a choice about coming into existence, but I'm glad you haven't made the choice to come out of existence. Thansk for existing with me
Ok we are grilling various meats in the backyard for Father's Day this afternoon. This is not formal but anyone who is our kid or adopted kid or young person who hangs around a lot or older person without a father figure to celebrate today is welcome to stop by. Bring something if you want but we have plenty of food.
There's also a slip-n-slide, sprinkler, and kiddie pool in the yard but under NO circumstances are you allowed to shoot me with a super soaker while I'm grilling.
Come get fed you urchins.
"I haven't been to a grill in a long time so I'm not entirely sure how these things go but I brought pickles" they hold up a jar of whole pickles. Not pickle slices. Whole pickles.
"You know what? We can work with that. We do in fact have knives in this house. Too many, probably."
He eyes Roadkill wearily.
"Why don't you ask other dad for help cutting those? Maybe he can teach you some knife skills."
"I have plenty of knife skills, thanks." They frown at him, feigning offense. "But I'll ask anyways."
"Thanks for humoring me." He rolls his eyes.
They stop and turn to face him again. "What, you doubt my abilities? You don't trust me with a knife? I'm hurt." In truth, they don't use knives anywhere outside of a kitchen context. Even then, they're not very careful about how they cut things. He's probably right to doubt them.
"I've seen your abilities. Weren't you just blowing yourself up last week or something? Or was that a different child? You guys are lucky Dadpool is a genius at insurance fraud or you'd all be in life long medical debt."
This is not true and Peter knows it, he's the one who would be in debt, but it's good to throw around empty threats sometimes. Builds character.
"I've never blown myself up, as far as I can remember. Besides, I couldn't have been blowing myself up last week cause I was busy... uh... doing something. I don't remember but I'm pretty sure I was doing something last week. Also, I can't go into medical debt if there aren't any legal records of me!"
It's pretty hard to go into medical debt when they refuse to go to a hospital.
You know what, why don't you just go play on the slip-n-slide? That shortish deadpool that isn't Dadpool is Wheelie, and you and him have shockingly similar levels of concern for your personal safety. I feel like you'd get along.
"Oh, Wheelie? Sick, I'm pretty sure I actually know him." They run off to to say hi.
@wheelbarrowofstagefourcancer
Wheelies repeatedly running through the sprinkler and then practically diving onto the slip and slide. Once he gets to the end of the slip and slide and is ungracefully lying on the grass, he sees Roadkill and waves. “Hi!”
"Hey!" They snort a little. "You look like you're having fun."
They glance at the sprinkler and take a small step forward until they're standing in the water, letting it run down their costume onto the grass.
“Well I haven’t played on a slip and slide for like a good whileeeeeee.”
He laughs happily when Roadkill just stands in the sprinkler’s spray.
“You should sit down and then it’s like you’re in a waterfall.”
"Man, I can't remember the last time I even saw a slip and slide."
They sit down on the grass, crossing their legs.
"Oh, yeah, you're right. Ugh, I miss swimming. I haven't been in a large body of water in forever. I'm gonna dry up like a raisin."
Ok we are grilling various meats in the backyard for Father's Day this afternoon. This is not formal but anyone who is our kid or adopted kid or young person who hangs around a lot or older person without a father figure to celebrate today is welcome to stop by. Bring something if you want but we have plenty of food.
There's also a slip-n-slide, sprinkler, and kiddie pool in the yard but under NO circumstances are you allowed to shoot me with a super soaker while I'm grilling.
Come get fed you urchins.
"I haven't been to a grill in a long time so I'm not entirely sure how these things go but I brought pickles" they hold up a jar of whole pickles. Not pickle slices. Whole pickles.
"You know what? We can work with that. We do in fact have knives in this house. Too many, probably."
He eyes Roadkill wearily.
"Why don't you ask other dad for help cutting those? Maybe he can teach you some knife skills."
"I have plenty of knife skills, thanks." They frown at him, feigning offense. "But I'll ask anyways."
"Thanks for humoring me." He rolls his eyes.
They stop and turn to face him again. "What, you doubt my abilities? You don't trust me with a knife? I'm hurt." In truth, they don't use knives anywhere outside of a kitchen context. Even then, they're not very careful about how they cut things. He's probably right to doubt them.
"I've seen your abilities. Weren't you just blowing yourself up last week or something? Or was that a different child? You guys are lucky Dadpool is a genius at insurance fraud or you'd all be in life long medical debt."
This is not true and Peter knows it, he's the one who would be in debt, but it's good to throw around empty threats sometimes. Builds character.
"I've never blown myself up, as far as I can remember. Besides, I couldn't have been blowing myself up last week cause I was busy... uh... doing something. I don't remember but I'm pretty sure I was doing something last week. Also, I can't go into medical debt if there aren't any legal records of me!"
It's pretty hard to go into medical debt when they refuse to go to a hospital.
You know what, why don't you just go play on the slip-n-slide? That shortish deadpool that isn't Dadpool is Wheelie, and you and him have shockingly similar levels of concern for your personal safety. I feel like you'd get along.
"Oh, Wheelie? Sick, I'm pretty sure I actually know him." They run off to to say hi.
@wheelbarrowofstagefourcancer
Wheelies repeatedly running through the sprinkler and then practically diving onto the slip and slide. Once he gets to the end of the slip and slide and is ungracefully lying on the grass, he sees Roadkill and waves. “Hi!”
"Hey!" They snort a little. "You look like you're having fun."
They glance at the sprinkler and take a small step forward until they're standing in the water, letting it run down their costume onto the grass.
