Update!!!

Update!!!

All of physics is pretty equally hard but electricity is pure evil

Mechanics: applied maths, easy peasy lemon squeezy

Quantum physics: haha just gonna casually annihilate ur previous understanding of physics and force u to put it back together again piece by piece haha hav funnn ✨️✨️✨️

interrobang is barely beating the "bootleg deadpool" allegations

bonus:

hello good omens tumblr we are all in agreement that aziraphale is duck correct?

i offer you:

michael as jacobin pigeon

uriel as red tailed black cockatoo

muriel as this bird i found on google i think it’s called a curassow

pigeon

Tomorrow

Poolverine oneshot

Summary: this is my idea of what happened right after Deadpool introduce Logan to Althea

Warnings: foul language, a lot of foul language, also it's got deadpool and wolverine in it, that's a warning in and of itself I think

"Now that you're acquainted with my mom, I meant mother, oh sorry, I dont know what's happening to my mouth muscles right now." Wade chuckled. "Anyways, now that you two have been acquainted, let me give you the grand tour, peanut."

"Make yourself at home, I'm going to take a nap," Althea said, not unkindly, before adding under her breath, "motherfucker's been back for less than five minutes and I already have a headache."

"I heard that!" Wade called after her cheerily, with a hint of middle fingers and a sprinkle of passive aggression.

Logan wondered whether Althea had developed a sixth sense to compensate her blindness when she returned the gesture right back at Wade before slamming the door behind her.

"I guess you won't be getting a tour of the master bedroom then." Wade turned to Logan. "It just so happens to be the only bedroom. I hope you're alright sleeping on the couch, peanut. I can show you how to unfold it so you have some more space." Wade looked Logan up and down. "I can borrow you some comfier clothes too, we can go shopping tomorrow for something that might fit you a bit better."

"I don't have any money on me, bub."

"I don't have much money either," Wade said with a grin. "Once you get settled I can try helping you find a job, if you like acquiring stuff the legal way, I could even put in a good word for you here or there, though that depends on whether you mind acquiring the money legally or not. Oh boy, I'm getting ahead of my self. You hungry, peanut?"

"I could eat a horse."

"Unfortunately, that is not on the menu, we do have an insane amount of instant noodles."

"Do you even know how to cook?"

"I'm not gonna dignify that with a response. I did manage to blow myself up once by leaving the gas on. Kitchen safety is no joke, kids!"

"Who the fuck are you talking to?"

"Nevermind that. Can you cook, peanut?"

"Of course I can cook."

"Damn, no need to get so high and mighty bout it. You know what I'm not even hungry anymore." Wade walked over to a closet and pulled out some items of clothing from the haphazard piles within. He walked back over to Logan and handed him sweats and a t-shirt. "I'll go get changed in the bathroom, you'll have to wait your turn, peanut."

Logan couldn't help but roll his eyes again before quickly changing out of his costume and into the sweats and t-shirt. The shirt was a bit tight and the sweats were too short, but he had to admit he hadn't felt so comfortable in a long time. He'd been in his costume for days now, and before that it was always jeans. It was a strange feeling, but a good one. The apartment felt a little warmer.

Wade walked out of the bathroom wearing pink pajama bottoms and a hoodie.

"Nice outfit, bub"

"Why thank you, peanut, I do try."

Logan couldn't resist the slight upward twitch in the corner of his mouth.

"Now the couch."

"Thanks." Logan lied down on the couch and sunk into it.

"You're one big boy, aren't ya?"

"You'd sink into this softass couch too if you had metal bones, so shut up asshole."

"Touché," Wade replied as he lowered himself down onto the floor.

"What the fuck are you doing?"

"Trying to go to sleep, but that's a bit hard to do with all your talking, peanut."

"Why don't you just sleep on the couch."

"Because you're sleeping on the couch?"

"Get over yourself, bub," Logan snorted. "This won't even be the closest we've been these past few days. I really don't care anymore."

"This feels like a trick." Wade narrowed his eyes at Logan but got up off the floor.

"I promise I won't stab you," Logan smirked before he turned to look at the ceiling and his expression turned serious again. "At least not on purpose. I should probably warn you. I have nightmares sometimes, and I get violent when I'm scared."

Wade sat down on the couch. He didn't say anything.

"You can have the couch, bub. I'm sinking into it like fucking quicksand anyways."

Wade lay down, on the couch. "Get over yourself, peanut. You couldn't hurt me if you tried."

Every adamantium infused bone in Logan's body screamed at him to run, to find the nearest bar and never look back, to find a place where no one would get close to him again. But he held onto that. No normal threat could kill the man on the couch next to him. Even he couldn't kill Wade. They even survived the time ripper, and if that had proved anything, it was that they were stronger together. Logan held onto these solid truths. He held onto them like a man clinging to the edge of a cliff. He'd have to start making his way up eventually, but for now he just focused on not falling. There was going to be a tomorrow. And he would make his way up that cliff at his own pace. An inch at a time, if that's what it was going take, but he'd get there eventually.

There was always tomorrow.

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"