Oh, that must hurt. God, he’s so fucking gnarly. Look at his face. Oh, my God, poor guy. Honey, don’t stare. Freak.
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@triggershappy
Oh, that must hurt. God, he’s so fucking gnarly. Look at his face. Oh, my God, poor guy. Honey, don’t stare. Freak.
that’s my wife !
knowing wade was here as well made shiklah feel less alone, though exactly what is tethering him to 1974 is still unknown - and part of her isn’t sure she wants to find out. for now she’ll live in blissful ignorance as she holds onto the man as if for dear life, arms wrapped around his neck to keep her frame situated against his own. a finger lifts to trail gently against a seam line in his mask, stopping over where his nose was to tap it gently. “i make no promises about bug not eating your toes. he is fiercely independent. i fear if i request that he avoid eating your toes, he will defy me and do it anyway. children.” there’s a chuckle leaving her as she eyes him, knowing that even beneath the crimson mask was the horribly scarred man that shiklah adored with her whole heart. “hm. i suppose you can make it up to me. i found myself missing you terribly, deadpool.” it’s said with a playful roll of her eyes as she’s finally dropping back down to her height, though her hands are then reaching to secure his in her grasp, playing with his hand gently. “oh, yes, the one where the mother sucks cocks in hell, right?” she questions, her knowledge of obscure decades trivia seemingly working to her advantage. “i never did understand that part. i’ve been to hell, and of all the things to do there, that is not one of them.” her words are delivered as though one would any other conversation about the weather or one’s favorite sports team, the succubus’s upbringing having not conditioned her for what is considered proper conversational etiquette. though it isn’t like she cares for anyone’s opinion other than wade’s ( or bug’s ) so she tries not to think much of it. “you will have to fill me in on it all. what have i missed?” she’s lifting his hand to rest against her cheek, leaning gently into the touch as she meets his gaze.
though his face was masked in red leather, the squint wade issued at bug over his wife’s shoulder was mimicked by the black and white eyes of his mask. “ terrible two hundreds huh ? ” even as his grasp on shiklah diminished, he was thankful for the lingering touch — the reminder that she was there. a gentle smile snuck its way onto his lips as his gaze settled on his hand in hers, watching her movements and molding to them. “ can’t wait to see what that entails... ” the words came with a chuckle, one with a softness to it that he had been devoid of for some time now. “ ‘missed you too. ‘74 has been hopelessly lacking smokin’ succubus queens. i was starting to suffer withdrawals. ” wade wasn’t sure whether to be proud of his wife’s knowledge of a beloved horror favorite, or amused by her blunt reference and subsequent criticisms of the inaccuracy of the fictional film ( he settled on both ). shiklah’s ineptness when it came to discussion protocol, and wade’s lack of caring all together was a recipe for conversational chaos. ‘sucks cocks in hell’ wasn’t typically a phrase that triggered fondness in people, but here he was. “ old lady macneil was subject to eternal torture; she was just hunting down the D for some sexual reprieve. ” sounds like his autobiography. there was an underlying tension with her last question. believe it or not, wade wilson, did have the capability to be bothered by things. “ that depends — you want the today show recap or the six-part hbo miniseries ? ”
Send me 🚪 ( or ‘door’ ) and I’ll generate a number for my muse to show up on your muse’s doorstep ( a mix of angst, silliness, and fluff ) …
crying
starving
possessed
sopping wet
blackout drunk
holding a baby
after a car crash
looking for a fight
covered in bruises
after being mugged
covered with confetti
severely dehydrated
angry beyond reason
with a broken arm/leg
covered in blood (theirs)
after having a nightmare
after being missing for days
after the death of a loved one
covered in baking ingredients
about to faint from exhaustion
with a real crown on their head
on their knee, with ring in hand
covered in tiny scrapes and cuts
covered in blood ( someone else’s )
holding a baby animal ( sender’s choice )
@triggershappy // @lethalprotectcr // @squirrclly
that’s my wife !
shiklah hadn’t a clue as to why she was pulled to the era she was, though to find out that monster metropolis was still in tact was somewhat settling to her. the only other thing that would make what are called the seventies that much more welcoming would be if she could track down her husband. despite the rocky tendencies of her relationship, the succubus knew that with the other by her side, she would feel much less alone. she was settled atop the counter of the kitchen, a small bowl of trail mix poised in her lap, picking out the tiny colored candies and feeding them to bug in an attempt to pass time. there were only so many 70′s sitcoms one could watch before they became all too predictable and began to blend together. though when bug is dropping from his spot atop her shoulder and heading into the other room, shiklah cannot help but be intrigued. “bug,” she calls gently, hoping perhaps he got distracted and would join her once again. though when there isn’t a response from her pet, the succubus drops to her feet to follow after him. she can’t help the smile that forms to her features as she realizes he’s been drawn to someone, sitting happily at their feet as his large eyes beg for attention. “i must apologize for him, he eats a few dogs and suddenly thinks he is one.” as she’s lifting her gaze there’s a slight warmth that overcomes her frame, and soon shiklah is smiling nearly ear-to-ear. “hello, husband.” she muses cheerfully before she’s launching herself into his arms, whether he’s ready to catch her or not. “is this where you have been hiding? i can honestly say i do not see why, star wars isn’t even a thing yet.”
wade had been gone from the mansion for some time. after traveling back to 2018, being held captive and experimented on ( for the umpteenth time ), and ending up back in ‘74 with seemingly no progress made, it was safe to say he needed to blow off some steam. a few days out of the superhero big brother house, and a few more people dead or maimed seemed to do the trick. he was hardly past the door, and only a moment after an obnoxious, “ daddy’s home ! who missed me ? ” when he was greeted by the tiny dragon at his feet. “ guess no super hero story is complete without a romantic subplot, huh, little guy ? ” his bright smile was hidden by the red fabric that covered his face, but there was no disguising the cheerfulness in his voice. the mercenary visibly perked up at the sound of his wife’s voice before his gaze was meeting her own. “ don’t worry; as long as he doesn’t try to eat any of my toes, i think we’re good. ” a light hearted chuckle and upbeat, “ hey there beautiful, ” fell past his lips as shiklah was springing into his arms and he caught her in his embrace — nearly losing his own balance in the process. “ i don’t know if hiding is the word i’d use, but sorry to keep ya waiting. ( and at least we have the exorcist and godzilla ) ”
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(¸.• ♛ → No one was answering. Kara was worried about her sister and her friends in National City but no one was answering, by accident, she couldn’t help but broke the phone that was in her hands and looked at it “Great…” A sigh escaped from her lips “How can I be here?” She couldn’t help but mutter out loud, not really knowing that someone was near her.
“how? we were all abducted by aliens and are now living in a microscopic universe in one of their labs being observed like a five-year-old with an ant-farm. that’s what i think anyways, but i didn’t pay attention at orientation...” wade raised an eyebrow dramatically, nodding towards that shattered phone in her hand. “you gonna turn green next? ‘cuz that’s my cue to skedaddle.”
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tony stank... but darker.
a closed starter for @triggershappy· from here. “hey there, foxy mama.”
the words have bruces eyes rolling underneath the mask, already thinking of ways to get out of this conversation with the other. he’d never seen the anti-hero and by the sounds of it, the bat really didn’t want to. not that he’d seen people of similar nature. his biggest enemy was a clown. “please..” he starts, figure turning towards the red suited man, cape somewhat flowing in the night sky. thank god he’d given one of his suits to diana, feeling naked without it. he’s turning back to scout the streets below, the shadows hiding his silhouette from the average eye once more. “don’t call me that again.”
“just as gruff and melodramatic as is to be expected, i see.” wade moved forward, taking up the space next to the bat and mimicking his stature as he looked out into the distance. “could be scarier though — never thought i’d meet you ( you know, universes and all ) but i definitely thought you’d be scarier.” he turned to face the hero now, leaning back as he gave him a look over. “maybe if the goal is to strike fear into your enemies, you should go without the cute little...” two hands raised behind the mercenary’s head, each holding up one finger to imitate the other’s mask. “ears.”
illuminxtinglove:
littlelovelymemes:
( * &. – THE KISSING BOOTH SENTENCE STARTERS.
‘ don’t invite any jackasses. ’ ‘ ninth grade skirt in an eleventh grade body… perfect. ’ ‘ my pants ripped. this is literally all i had. ’ ‘ these are my back-up back-ups! ’ ‘ seriously though, cover up. like, i’m trying to drive here. ’ ‘ how about i relax your face? ’ ‘ i did not think that through. ’ ‘ any excuse for a fight, right? ’ ‘ i don’t start fights, okay? i only finish them. ’ ‘ no one should treat a girl like that, especially if that girl is you. ’ ‘ never great to hear your childhood crush say it’s super gross in your pants. ’ ‘ seriously?! you wanna go down that road?! ’ ‘ i just played out the whole sexist conversation in my head and it always ended with me sounding like a dick. ’ ‘ that skirt is ridiculous. ’ ‘ i am upset. dude touched my lady-bump. ’ ‘ did she say anything about me? ’ ‘ did you tell her about my cute dimples? ’ ‘ i can’t believe you actually gave him your number. ’ ‘ i think i’m gonna go out with him… unless you think i shouldn’t. ’ ‘ my heart is beating so fast. ’ ‘ you can be so sweet when you want to be. ’ ‘ is my butt too big? ’ ‘ you’re way too good for him. ’ ‘ i heard he’s got three nipples. ’ ‘ are you kidding me? i live for this shit. ’ ‘ i’m sorry i stood you up. i really did want to go out with you. ’ ‘ he told me that it wouldn’t be smart if i showed up for our date tonight. ’ ‘ he’s been going around asking all of the guys not to ask you out for awhile now. ’ ‘ no boobs are worth a broken nose. ’ ‘ my boobs are fantastic. some would say breath-taking! ’ ‘ you still got a lot to learn, kiddo. ’ ‘ if you were here, i’d beat you with my shoe. ’ ‘ it is not your job to monitor my dating life, do you understand me? ’ ‘ your days of controlling my life are over! ’ ‘ i’m not gonna get on that thing like one of your make-out girls! ’ ‘ okay, so like 95% of them make out with me, but that is clearly not what’s happening here. ’ ‘ no, you won’t see me there because i told you not to come to the party! ’ ‘ better get used to disappointment! ’ ‘ sorry i ruined your make-out sesh. ’ ‘ she kind of tasted like cheetos anyway. ’ ‘ oh my god, that was savage! ’ ‘ you’ll love this! it tastes like pink! ’ ‘ between us, he basically does whatever i tell him. ’ ‘ are you– are you a girl princess or a boy princess? ’ ‘ you were about to strip on the pool table in front of a bunch of guys and then go skinny dipping. ’ ‘ i carried you out before too much of your clothes came off. ’ ‘ oh, and you threw up on your dress. ’ ‘ i’m assuming this means you saw me in my underwear. ’ ‘ i said stop wiggling! ’ ‘ aren’t you forgetting something? ’ ‘ just get out, dork. ’ ‘ never let me drink again. ’ ‘ put your shirt on and get out. ’ ‘ i told you to stop telling me what to do. ’ ‘ i know we don’t really see eye-to-eye on things, but i’m desperate. ’ ‘ wow, the independent (name here) who doesn’t want to be told what to do by anyone is begging somebody else for help? ’ ‘ it is what it is. ’ ‘ i just thought that it’d be nice for you to do something for people who care about you. ’ ‘ everyone just saw that, didn’t they? ’ ‘ oh my god, kill em now. ’ ‘ oh, come on. relax. it was just a kiss. ’ ‘ was it? was it just a kiss? ’ ‘ if you can’t tell your best friend about something you’re doing, you probably shouldn’t be doing it. ’ ‘ i cannot just be another one of your conquests. ’ ‘ is that what you think of me? ’ ‘ you are the only girl who doesn’t fall at me feet and it’s driving me crazy. ’ ‘ it’s one of the things that i like about you… you’re sweet, but you’re not afraid to call me out on things. ’ ‘ i don’t know what any of this means. ’ ‘ did that clear anything up? ’ ‘ i’m still mad at you, but i am cold as shit! ’ ‘ and you are taking me home. now! ’ ‘ you know, i meant what i said. ’ ‘ i’m crazy about you. ’ ‘ you’re cute when you’re bossy. you’re really, really cute. ’ ‘ you’re cute when you’re bossy. ’ ‘ you’re really, really cute. ’ ‘ it’s not like anyone’s going to think i have a girlfriend or anything. ’ ‘ oh yeah, god forbid anyone actually thinks you’re in a relationship. ’ ‘ i was watching porn. ’ ‘ we’re all fucked up in one way or another. ’ ‘ you think i can change? ’ ‘ i don’t think there’s much you can’t do. ’ ‘ is there something going on between you two? ’ ‘ you were never meant to find out this way. ’ ‘ you’re trying to tell me that you two have not slept together? ’ ‘ so you really have just been fucking my brother and lying to me. ’ ‘ this is bullshit. ’ ‘ you’re acting like a hurt, little bitch. ’ ‘ please don’t leave like this. ’ ‘ the only thing i had that he didn’t was you… and now he has that too. ’ ‘ you cannot pin this all on me. ’ ‘ just leave me alone. ’ ‘ no matter how mad you are at your best friend, you have to forgive them if you give them ice cream. ’ ‘ i wanted to apologize. about everything. i shouldn’t have let it happen. it was all my fault. ’ ‘ i’m not sorry that it did happen or the way i feel about you. ’ ‘ because i love you. ’ ‘ i can’t keep hurting people that i care about because of you. ’ ‘ nobody wants us to be together. ’ ‘ what do you want? ’ ‘ i love you and i always, always want to be close to you. ’ ‘ being my best friend doesn’t give you the right to tell me who i can love. ’ ‘ i’m saying that i love you and i want you. ’ ‘ i’m sorry if that hurts you and i’m so sorry that i lied to you before. ’ ‘ i’d be lying to you again if i didn’t tell you that i love him with every bit of my heart. ’ ‘ if you just can’t accept that then maybe you can’t be a part of my life. ’ ‘ i was going to leave, but i decided i had to see you one last time before i went. ’ ‘ thanks for staying a little longer. ’ ‘ i want to know what it was that you had to tell me. ’ ‘ i’m saying i love you. ’ ‘ that is way too cheesy and romantic. even for me. ’ ‘ you wear superman boxers? ’ ‘ look! you’re blushing. how cute! ’ ‘ i save you and now you’re trying to blackmail me? ’ ‘ sounds so tawdry when you put it that way, but yes. ’ ‘ i think she might even let me play with her boobies later. ’ ‘ you’re picking boobies over my awesomeness? ’ ‘ boobies. my answer is always gonna be boobies. ’
@triggershappy / @squirrclly / @onevenom
Send 💬 + a rumor and my muse will react to it.
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@triggershappy / @squirrclly / @onevenom
nonsexual acts of intimacy --- select from the following for my muse to respond to:
sphinxmemesmusings:
♔ : Finding your muse wearing their clothes ♕ : Holding hands ♖ : Having their hair washed by your muse ♗ : Your muse falling asleep with their head in my muse’s lap. ♘ : Cuddling in a blanket fort ♙ : Sharing a bed ♚ : Head scratches ♛ : Sharing a dessert ♜ : Shoulder rubs ♝ : Reading a book together ♞ : Caring for each other while ill (specify which party is which) ♟ : Patching up a wound ♤ : Taking a bath together ♧ : Your muse playing with their hair ♡ : Accidentally falling asleep together ♢ : Forehead or cheek kisses ♠ : Your muse adjusting their jewelry/neck tie/ etc. ♣ : Back scratches ♥ : Your muse crying about something ♦ : Slow dancing
@triggershappy / @squirrclly / @onevenom
* ∘ ∙ — misc social media sentence starters.
“i hit rock bottom once a week”
“i’m working on transcending materiality altogether & becoming incorporeal.”
“i feel like i’m already tired tomorrow”
“does anyone else have a resting bitch face™, but kinda enjoys looking intimidating”
“gay? straight? i’m stressed”
“here’s a joke: me”
“fuck a double text i’ll quadruple text u. u think i care????? buzz buzz its me again bitch”
“break her bed not her heart”
“my kink? love”
“this is the least illegal shit i’ve done all day”
“being shut up by a kiss is not romantic you let me finishing talking first asshole!!!! how dare you!!! interrupt me!!! do you know who i am”
“my future husband is going to have the coolest wife lol u go dude”
“movies are so weird people hang out like twice and theyre all like ‘im in love with you’ calm down maybe
“i love the kind of woman that can kick my ass”
“idk who i am but i like girls”
“pro tip: fill the piñata with absolutely nothing to prepare your kids for the letdowns of adulthood”
“next time i’m opening up to someone is my autopsy”
“what that mouth do? eat bitch”
“now this is the content i like to see”
“it’s a beautiful day to give me money”
“if you wear crocs there’s no help for you i’m sorry”
“i’m gonna replace every bone in my body with a knife, if someone punches me they’re in for a surprise (the knife)“
“spooning is out, spatulaing is the next big trend. slide up behind your partner and then launch them out of bed”
“i am, as the poets say, a mess”
“cracking open a cold one with the girls except it’s my icy heart and they’re teaching me how to love again”
@triggershappy / @squirrclly / @onevenom
I put on a good show, but I simply don’t know the meaning of the word happiness. And I never will.
loonette.
a closed starter for @triggershappy· from here, re: “i immediately regret this decision.”
“too late, dickpool, you’re an accomplice now!” it’s shouted backward toward the male as harley holds a lighter to the fuse of the bundle of fireworks she scored on a trip into the city. once sparks begin to fly, harley’s running back to her partner in crime, hiding behind his frame as she peers just over his shoulder. a few silent beats pass, confusion and upset quickly forming to her features as she abandons her hiding spot behind wade. “i think it’s a dud.” the harlequin concludes, a few steps bringing her a bit closer to the pile of fireworks. though when they start to go off, she’s running for the hills - which means she’s using wade as a human shield - eyes bright with wonder as all the different colors shoot off into the sky. “holy COW, that was sick! again, again!”
"what’s with everybody’s penchant for blatantly disrespecting my super cool super hero name?” the word were said aloud with an exaggerated sigh, only half of his attention seeming to be focused on the task at hand. after the first few seconds past silently, no colorful sparks or loud booms as the spoils of her ( their ) efforts, wade was back to rambling on about her first remark as harley retreated back to the pile of fireworks in front of them. “is it really that bad? i thought it was pretty awesome, you know dead pool, betting on peoples deaths, i kill people... it was supposed to be clev-” his sarcastic monologue was cut off by the high-pitched squeals of the fireworks taking to the sky, the white eyes of his mask widening as he watched it quickly fill up with colored sparks. “not bad, my crazy clown-lady friend! got anymore? i wanna see what happens when you stick a bottle rocket up somebody’s —” BOOM!
you ever see the face of hell?
illuminxtinglove:
beliefinlove:
aurorasmemes:
fifty ways to kiss someone. send me a 💏 and i will randomise a number in order for my muse to kiss yours…
…good morning.
…goodnight.
…goodbye.
…where it hurts.
…where it doesn’t hurt.
…on a falling tear.
…to shut them up.
…in secrecy.
…in public.
…desperately.
…in joy.
…in grief.
…discreetly.
…casually.
…passionately.
…lazily.
…to distract.
…as encouragement.
…for luck.
…on a scar.
…on a place of insecurity.
…in a rush of adrenaline.
…in relief.
…in danger.
…as a ‘yes’.
…as an apology.
…as a suggestion.
…as a lie.
…as a promise.
…as comfort.
…after a small rejection.
…to wake yours up.
…forcefully.
…to pretend.
…to gain something.
…to give up control.
…without a motive.
…because yours is running out of time.
…because mine is.
…because the world is ending.
…because the world is saved.
…out of pride.
…out of greed.
…out of lust.
…out of anger.
…out of envy or jealousy.
…out of spite.
…out of habit.
…out of necessity.
…out of love.
here, @lionofclympus, & @squirrclly
moodboard meme ⇢ @aterribleprivilcge sent 👶 for a moodboard about my muse’s childhood !
“ but i didn't become deadpool until after i left project x — after i got this healing factor to cure my cancer. after my mom died of cancer when i was a kid. after my dad died in a bar fight because of one of my drunken friends. after i'd been kicked out of the army. ”