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[twensie]

@metxxnoia

[vmprwtch]

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‘ how's black widower? too soon? fine. dead fool? the spandex wonder? no, I dont like that one much. ’  alec’s gaze passes over him a few times from head to toe, steely gaze unmoved by what it sees - or at least thats how it appears.  ‘ alright, pooly pooh or red tool - your pick. ’

[ircnego-a]

grudgz replied to your post: also, you know what’s hot. tony has no problems...

take me apart daddy

“Are you asking me to rip your arms and legs off then?” 

[kojiscorner-a]

@grudgz

“How many times I gotta fucking tell you, Wilson? Hands. Off.”

[ravagercherri]

sneaking into apartments were not that different than sneaking into ships. Cherri didn't have much experience climbing buildings as she did ships so sometimes she ran into some .... issues when she was trying to find a place to rest for the night. Some guy had been tailing her after the bar and she needed to find the closest place where he wouldn't look. It was easy enough , her attempt to pick the first lock she sees , immediately setting herself to look for anything of interest in the place. Cherri wasn't the neatest , never had been , Ravagers just well . . .. ravaged the place , took what they thought was valuable and got the hell out of there.

But the couch did look comfortable , and it didn't look like there would be anyone home for a while , so she decides to take that as her chance to take her medical pack off , setting it down to settle herself in.

@grudgz

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@grudgz  asked:       ✔

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[pyrearchive-blog]

❛  please . . . ❜ from wade wilson

YOU ADDRESS A QUEEN - should the throne which embraces her in stone crumble and leave her seated only upon loose brick and decaying mortar, there still would be no question. even still should her guard vanish, should the dragon banners hung about the room fall to tatters ; ( she was the blood of the dragon, she had never been nothing. ) ❛ I WISH IT were so simple .. perhaps everyone does. but you ask my trust as a stranger, ❜ a beat casts silence into the air, like dust from an open palm. ❛ remove your mask so that i may see your face. then, and only then, will i allow my guard to drop their spears. ❜

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[vmprwtch]

❛  i  am  simultaneously  filled  with  love  and  rage  for  you  .  ❜

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few things manage to successfully crack his apathetic mask. the mercenary’s attempt is deserving a proper medal for the mere fact that it elicits a devilish smirk, minuscule as it is. it’s interrupted as he turns to exhale a mouthful of smoke, blue gaze surveying the rest of the foggy alleyway and the targets littering the pavement, riddled with wounds. he faces deadpool once more, one arm crossed over his chest so his right elbow can rest atop it, perfectly positioning his cigarette for another drag. ghostly pale hand dotted with rings lowers it once more as he exhales again.  ‘ yeah, that’s usually the way it works - or some other toxic, romanticized cliche. ’  knowing he’ll heal if it even penetrates his suit, alec stabs the smoldering tip of his cigarette into wade’s bicep. he then lets it drop to the wet pavement before patting the singed hole in the red fabric, a lingering touch.  ‘ makes for good sex though. ’