Bravetimetravellingaussie - Bravetimetravellingaussie

Random linguistic worldbuilding: A language with six sets of pronouns, which are set by one's current state of existence. There's a separate pronoun for people who are alive, people who are dead, and potential future people who are yet to be born, and the ambiguous ones of "may or may not be alive or aleady dead", "may or may not have even been born yet", and the ultimate general/ambiguous all-covering one that covers all ambiguous states.

The culture has a specific defined term for that tragic span of time when a widow keeps accidentally referring to their spouse with living pronouns. New parents-to-be dropping the happy surprise news of a pregnancy by referring to their future child with the "is yet to be born" pronoun instead of a more ambiguous one and waiting for the "wait what did you just say?" reactions.

Someone jokingly referring to themselves with the dead person pronouns just to highlight how horrible their current hangover is. A notorious aspiring ladies' man who keeps trying to pursue women in their 20s despite of approaching middle age fails to notice the insult when someone asks him when he's planning to get married, and uses the pronoun that implies that his ideal future bride may not even be born yet.

A mother whose young adult child just moved away from home for the first time, who continues to dramatically refer to their child with "may or may not be already dead" until the aforementioned child replies to her on facebook like "ma stop telling people I'm dead" and having her respond with "well how could I possibly know that when you don't even write to us? >:,C"

i love logging onto tumblr.com every day and seeing that almost every day since the movie has came out deadpool & wolverine has been on the trending tab. brilliant

Walk

Poolverine oneshot

Summary: they're making their way downtown, walking slow because their dog has very short legs

Warnings: foul language, deadpool and wolverine are in this, consider yourself warned

"I'm going out with Mary, might stop by the store or something, you want anything?" Logan asked as he clipped a leash on Mary Puppins.

"Oh, sure. Well, I do need some things, it'd probably be easier if I just came with you though."

"Hurry up then and let's go."

"Let's fucking go," Wade snickered under his breath.

As they made their way out of the apartment, they bumped into a neighbour, with whom Logan exchanged a polite smile and a 'good morning'.

"Hey, peanut, can you pinch me real quick?"

"Why?"

"Oh, nevermind."

"Hey, peanut, you looked so cheery earlier. I would've stayed home if you didn't want me tagging along on your morning walk."

Logan didn't ease up his frown. "You got a problem with my face, bub?"

"No, of course not. But your resting bitch face was a little less severe before we left the house."

"Keep talking like that and you won't have a face."

"Man I love our threat of great violence banter."

They carried on walking in silence. There were no more goodmornings. In fact, nobody gave them a second look. Quite on the contrary, they seemed to be avoiding looking at them.

"This is weird," Wade said, more to himself than anyone else.

"Well, I'm sorry I don't feel like smiling and engaging in small talk all the time, bub." Logan sounded increasingly irritated.

"No, it's not- I'm used to you being an off-putting grouch, what I'm not used to is-"

Wade looked back and forth between Logan and the people who quickly looked away the second they saw his rather threatening countenance. And they didn't look back. That's what was weird, Wade was so used to people staring at him or giving him a double take when they walked past, he barely noticed it until it was gone.

Wade gasped and let out a muffled squeal of delight.

"What the fuck is wrong with you, bub?"

"I've got scary dog privilege," Wade told Mary Puppins, crouching down to give her ear a good scratch.

"Mary is tiny, who the fuck could possibly be scared by-"

You could almost hear the cogs turning in Logan's brain.

"Did you just fucking-"

"You know, a lot of people could be scared of Mary Puppins, don't diminish the experiences of people with animal trauma, peanut, you'll make the proofreader feel bad."

"What are you talking about?"

"Now be honest, peanut, were you making yourself look scary on purpose?"

Logan's nose twitched and he bared his teeth a little.

"You were! Oh-my-fucking-rom-com, you were being scary on purpose, you big softie."

Logan humphed but didn't argue. Wade skipped along all the way to the grocery store.

"I have to pop by the pharmacy real quick before we can head home. Blind Al wanted me to pick up a prescription for her."

"I picked up Althea's meds for her yesterday."

"Oh, well these are different ones."

"Oh, OK. Well I might as well go in with you, say hi to the pharmacist, we've gotten quite friendly, seeing as how I always go get Althea's prescriptions for her."

"Fine! Enough with the mind games and light guilt tripping! I was going to- well the lemon and seltzer water weren't doing enough so I figured I'd try something else. I read on the Internet that-"

"What blood stains, Wade? You haven't gone on any missions recently."

"Yeah, well, remember how you warned you might stab me in your sleep, you did, and I didn't want to say anything because that seems like a touchy subject and the stabbing doesn't really bother me, it's not like we haven't stabbed each other before, and I was worried you might-"

"Shit, Wade."

"Logan? It's not a big deal."

Logan felt his nails digging into the palm of his hand. It was true that he'd beaten the shit out of Wade before, and vice versa, and they were both fine, but damn it, he hated not being in control. He hated lashing out at the people who chose to be there, the people who chose to care. He thought he'd been getting better at that, but he hadn't even noticed-

"Logan, snap out of it."

Logan bit the inside of his cheek so hard he could taste blood.

"You warned me, and I was okay with it. I still am." Wade gently placed his hands on Logan's shoulders. "Look if the nightmares bother you that much, maybe you can find a support group for veterans or traumatised superheroes - god knows there should be one of those, a lot of problems could be avoided if superpowered individuals got the emotional support they needed - or I don't know, I don't think we can afford to get you therapy, but you have people now Logan. You have Blind Al, and Mary Puppins. And me. You can talk to us. But I am not letting you push me away, no siree. If you want off the couch you're going to have to fight me. Understood?"

Logan's frown seemed more confused than angry now.

"I may have to start sleeping shirtless so you don't ruin and more of my t-shirts, though. I hope you don't mind. Tit for tit or something like that."

All of Logan's energy was being used on trying not to cry at that point, but he couldn't help a small smile at that last bit.

"Now that that's sorted. Let's go home."

Bruce: who are you? A new crime lord?

Jason: *takes off his helmet*

Bruce: *squints suspiciously* a new crime lord who looks like a grown up version of my dead son?

Jason: *sighs in annoyance and forces a bright smile*

Bruce: JASON THE NEW CRIME LORD???

Ye so im gonna be taking a break from my current fic, hopefully to write some poolverine oneshots or smth. I feel like I need to figure out what their dynamic is better before I write them combined with other characters. So if u like my writing, keep tuned bcos there's gonna be more... eventually