#;deadpool

remember that time when deadpool got a job as the herald of galactus, and even galactus had enough of his shit after 5 minutes

     About a week and half after their little battle to death turned heart to heart, a long, thin rectangular package would arrive for Wade at his residence. Inside he would find a katana with a simple card that read: “Got your address from your Weasel friend. Sorry I broke your sword. Hope this one makes up for it.” It felt weird signing her name, and since both the gift and the message were already incredibly specific, she’d refrained from doing so.

Five days later, she had some mandatory time off once she’d returned from a few back to back missions and decided to fulfill the promise. Retrieving his card from her wallet, she added the number she’d pretty much memorized from staring at it for so long to a proper contact. Given that it was still a little early in the morning, and how it would be particularly less awkward than an actual call, she sent him a few messages. 

[ contact ] W.W. [ text ] hey. it’s chris. are you free today? [ text ] if yes, i’m going to be at this park in an hour or so [ text ] if you wanna meet me there, we can talk

Headcanon Meme ♡  Acceptin’  ♡

    “Lucy--knock it off!” Harley scowled, bending down to wipe her four year old’s mouth, clearing away the chocolate ice cream before it dried and stained her pale skin. It was difficult to be a single mother, especially when she had no idea where her daughter’s father was now and the fact that he had absolutely no idea he had a daughter. But Lucy was really the light of Harley’s life. The way she lit up after she came dancing in from school could keep Harley running for days. Her smile was brilliant and toothy, and she was absolutely beautiful. With dark hair that Harley could only assume came from her father (pre-chemical dip) and piercing blue eyes, Lucy had her fair share of “boyfriends” in her class.

Her mother had returned to psychology, blackmailing Amanda Waller into restoring her license had been a piece of cake. And it enabled her to properly care for her daughter away from a life of crime. Even if her patients found her excitable and at the very least interesting with her multi-colored hair.

And so, it was a normal day that Harley had taken her daughter to the park. Feed the ducks, play on the playground. What she hadn’t expected was for Lucy to run up to a disfigured man and point.

“Mistah, what’s wong wiff you’we face?” Lucy inquired, cocking her head to the side.

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