#deadpool cute

They might be like: "ah yes, what a bottom twink"

I had a funky dream last night

I met Deadpool in like some kind of forest, and I followed him inside an auditorium where he was dancing to opera wearing a cute dress, and we danced together and kissed.

Then we went to like some kind of... Mall? Airport? Not sure. And he saw some dude with a cool sword and started flirting with him and I felt sad so I left to cry in a bathroom.

And then I came back and I saw he felt bad, we both kinda apologized, and I started to basically psychoanalyze him like

"I think you flirt with everyone even if you're with me because you're scared that I'll leave you and you convince yourself that it's a necessary thing to do because you're so starved for attention that if you start believing that the main source of love in your life will disappear you need to find an alternative"

but I didn't have time to finish all my thoughts before I woke up, big sad

I do think it's true, tho, what I told him in the dream, to a degree.

Also that dream was probably prompted by all the fuckin depressing Deadpool videos I had watched before going to sleep lmao.

Like the fucking thing about how Ghost Rider's penance stare not only doesn't kill him, but also just shows him his own life instead of any of the lives of the people he's killed, because Deadpool's biggest victim is Wade Wilson (himself) which is fucking SAD