Memoirs of a Mercenary

The Name's Deadpool. Otherwise known as "The Merc with the mouth" or Wade Wilson. I'm not a bad guy. I'm not. I'm neutral. I work for whoever will pay me. You wanna get to know me? Aweseome! Word for warning, I tend to rant when I talk. But most people don't mind. FC: Ryan Reynolds, sexy man indeed M!A: None. MULTIVERSE BLOG

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[wadewilsonisthemercwiththemouth]

Wade nodded and walked to his old, beat up truck. Yeah, it was beat up, but hey, it ran. He got in and unlocked Peter’s side, opening the door for him and humming as he waited for him. “Come on, kid.” he says, “My name’s Wade by the way.”

[photographsandspiderwebs-blog]

Peter bit his lip as he turned, watching the other man walk away to a beat up truck. He chuckled a little and followed after him slowly, hearing the squeak of the door as it opened. When Peter got to the seat he had to take a deep breath before hoisting himself into the seat, setting his pack in his lap and clearing his throat. “Peter.” He greeted. “Thanks again.” He added, before directing Wade to the boardshop just a few blocks away.

[wadewilsonisthemercwiththemouth]

Wade nodded and looked at him. "Where to, lady killer?" he asks, looking Peter over. The kid was pretty attractive. He hummed as he rested his hand on the back of Peter's head rest, backing out carefully and then awaiting an address from the teen.

[neilsenad-deactivated20150911]

My college did this thing today where they laid out the backpacks of students who have committed suicide. This is just a small portion of some of them. On top of the backpacks was a brief summary of who they were. Some backpacks even had things in them that bypassers could look at. Don’t ignore the signs of others.

[studiokillersvevo-archive-deact]

Oh my god

[jewist]

wow

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[wadewilsonisthemercwiththemouth]

Wade helped him up and brushed him off. “What’s a kid like you doin’ in this neck of the woods? You shouldn’t be out here alone at night.” he says, shaking his head. Okay, so it wasn’t night, and Wade wasn’t exactly in a position to talk about anything but he was. He didn’t really care about other people, but this kid was cute.

[photographsandspiderwebs-blog]

Peter chuckled and winced as his arm moved a little too far and his stomach was hit just a little too roughly but he made no other signs of his pain. “A kid like me?” He asked before glancing at the sky and then back to the larger man, eyes narrowed for a moment before he was shaking his head with a smirk. “That was a really bad pick up line, you know that?” Peter was laughing though as he moved over to his now broken skateboard, sighing heavily and pulling it from the ground. “I was heading home, actually, but now I think I have to make a stop before I go there.” He was careful not to use is right arm, keeping it tucked in close as his left held his bag and his transportation. “Thanks for the help.” He added before turning to go, forcing himself to keep from limping.

[wadewilsonisthemercwiththemouth]

Wade looked him over. All of his years as a mercenary had taught him to never underestimate when someone was hurt. “Uh-huh. Well if you’re sure.” he says, turning to go away, but he couldn’t bring himself to. He looked back at him. “Do you need a ride?” he asks before he could stop himself, frowning. Why did he care so much about this kid?

[photographsandspiderwebs-blog]

Peter still felt eyes on him as he made his way, very slowly, away. However he couldn’t help but turn his head, looking at the buildings but watching the other man out of the corner of his eye. However at the question he frowned, obviously thinking it over. He shouldn’t. He really shouldn’t. All those after school warnings about getting in the car with strangers but he was hurt, pretty badly and so stopped, turning some. “Uhm…yeah…actually. That’d be really awesome.”

[wadewilsonisthemercwiththemouth]

Wade nodded and walked to his old, beat up truck. Yeah, it was beat up, but hey, it ran. He got in and unlocked Peter's side, opening the door for him and humming as he waited for him. "Come on, kid." he says, "My name's Wade by the way."

[photographsandspiderwebs-blog]

Bruises And Broken Boards | Open

[wadewilsonisthemercwiththemouth]

Wade helped him up and brushed him off. “What’s a kid like you doin’ in this neck of the woods? You shouldn’t be out here alone at night.” he says, shaking his head. Okay, so it wasn’t night, and Wade wasn’t exactly in a position to talk about anything but he was. He didn’t really care about other people, but this kid was cute.

[photographsandspiderwebs-blog]

Peter chuckled and winced as his arm moved a little too far and his stomach was hit just a little too roughly but he made no other signs of his pain. “A kid like me?” He asked before glancing at the sky and then back to the larger man, eyes narrowed for a moment before he was shaking his head with a smirk. “That was a really bad pick up line, you know that?” Peter was laughing though as he moved over to his now broken skateboard, sighing heavily and pulling it from the ground. “I was heading home, actually, but now I think I have to make a stop before I go there.” He was careful not to use is right arm, keeping it tucked in close as his left held his bag and his transportation. “Thanks for the help.” He added before turning to go, forcing himself to keep from limping.

[wadewilsonisthemercwiththemouth]

Wade looked him over. All of his years as a mercenary had taught him to never underestimate when someone was hurt. "Uh-huh. Well if you're sure." he says, turning to go away, but he couldn't bring himself to. He looked back at him. "Do you need a ride?" he asks before he could stop himself, frowning. Why did he care so much about this kid?

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School had gotten out, Peter was exhausted, and he was rolling slowly down the side streets of Manhattan. His body ached from a few encounters at school but it wasn’t anything he wasn’t used to. His satchel was thrown over his shoulder and his right arm was wrapped around his stomach, mind long gone. Which, was probably why he didn’t notice the rather large pothole that suddenly appeared, half his board disappearing into it as he was catapulted forward, landing on both his arm and his face since his reactions were too slow to catch himself. He cursed loudly and sighed into the asphalt, frowning when he heard footsteps approach.

[wadewilsonisthemercwiththemouth]

Wade looked down at him, raising an eyebrow and nudging him with his foot. “You okay?” he asks, looking at him and then kneeling down next to him. “That wasn’t the brightest.” he adds, shaking his head and chuckling to himself.

[photographsandspiderwebs-blog]

Peter tipped his head against the ground and blinked up at the man that had nudged him. “Nothin’ I haven’t had before.” He sighed before waving the hand that wasn’t under himself. “Mind was somewhere else. Help me up?” Peter wasn’t in the mood to fight, or argue, or even sass. He was tired and now had another layer of hurt on him.

[wadewilsonisthemercwiththemouth]

Wade helped him up and brushed him off. "What's a kid like you doin' in this neck of the woods? You shouldn't be out here alone at night." he says, shaking his head. Okay, so it wasn't night, and Wade wasn't exactly in a position to talk about anything but he was. He didn't really care about other people, but this kid was cute.

[wadewilsonisthemercwiththemouth]

/OOC: Well shit, I haven't made this blog active in a LONG Time

But I’m back~

[wadewilsonisthemercwiththemouth]

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[wadewilsonisthemercwiththemouth]

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Bruises And Broken Boards | Open

School had gotten out, Peter was exhausted, and he was rolling slowly down the side streets of Manhattan. His body ached from a few encounters at school but it wasn’t anything he wasn’t used to. His satchel was thrown over his shoulder and his right arm was wrapped around his stomach, mind long gone. Which, was probably why he didn’t notice the rather large pothole that suddenly appeared, half his board disappearing into it as he was catapulted forward, landing on both his arm and his face since his reactions were too slow to catch himself. He cursed loudly and sighed into the asphalt, frowning when he heard footsteps approach.

[wadewilsonisthemercwiththemouth]

Wade looked down at him, raising an eyebrow and nudging him with his foot. "You okay?" he asks, looking at him and then kneeling down next to him. "That wasn't the brightest." he adds, shaking his head and chuckling to himself.

[wadewilsonisthemercwiththemouth]

/OOC: Well shit, I haven't made this blog active in a LONG Time

But I’m back~

[wadewilsonisthemercwiththemouth]

[wadewilsonisthemercwiththemouth]

/OOC: Well shit, I haven't made this blog active in a LONG Time

But I'm back~

[sarahconnorjr]

While you guys filled my inbox with hate I made this

[wadewilsonisthemercwiththemouth]

“Sure. Let’s go with that.” he says, nodding.

[sweet-nonnie]

“Do ya’ have a real pirate ship? Do pirates really have parrots?” The anon rambled as it walked closer, eyes focused on the sword. “Do ya’ know anyone with an eyepatch?”

[wadewilsonisthemercwiththemouth]

“I do know someone with an eyepatch, but I don’t have a ship or parrot.” he says, shrugging and looking at nonnie.

[sweet-nonnie]

Sweet lightly pouted, it’s little world of pirates not fitting well with what the man said. “Well that’s not right. All pirates need ships. They can’t do …pirate things without ‘em.”

[wadewilsonisthemercwiththemouth]

"Sometimes pirates get marooned, though. Or they lose their ships, and everyone they love." he remarks, shrugging.

[hanninope]

[wadewilsonisthemercwiththemouth]

“Sure. Let’s go with that.” he says, nodding.

[sweet-nonnie]

“Do ya’ have a real pirate ship? Do pirates really have parrots?” The anon rambled as it walked closer, eyes focused on the sword. “Do ya’ know anyone with an eyepatch?”

[wadewilsonisthemercwiththemouth]

"I do know someone with an eyepatch, but I don't have a ship or parrot." he says, shrugging and looking at nonnie.

[i-blame-reagan-deactivated20140]

[zarggg]

We only have one month until the petition closes, and there are only about 1700 signatures on it!

Go sign!

[razzledazzy]

DO YOU KNOW HOW MUCH THIS WOULD BENEFIT THE AMERICANS ON TUMBLR. THEY COULD ACTUALLY SEE THEIR FRIENDS THAT LIVE ACROSS THE COUNTRY. THIS PLACE IS TOO GODDAMN BIG TO NOT HAVE A SYSTEM LIKE THIS. AMERICA’S TRAINS ARE DECADES BEHIND OTHER COUNTRIES’ RAILWAY TECHNOLOGY. IT’S AN EMBARRASSMENT AND WE MIGHT BE ABLE TO FIX IT WITH SOMETHING LIKE THIS.

[tinachan90]

bringing this back cuz i would like to see my friends across the country.

go sign please

[chicityspectre]

I live in Chicago, smack in the middle of this, and I would love to see some of the friends I’ve made face-to-face

[tumbl-con]

[x]

[justdontfeelincredible]

guys we did it

[heyitsrai-deactivated20210221]

oh my gosh….we made it happen!

[prettygemini]

let’s signal boost the shit out of this

[thegardenof-eden-deactivated201]

If they had a kid meme

send me a pair name and I’ll tell you what I think it would be like if they had a child.

Name:

Gender:

General Appearance:

Personality:

Special Talents:

Who they like better:

Who they take after more:

Personal Head canon:

[underboobprince-deactivated2013]

the fact that i have to choose between my grades and my own mental and physical health is really fucked up