Why did the season 6 episode of doctor have to start with the alien that looks like a grey! Why! Q____Q *cries in a corner
I hate greys, im horridied of greys
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Didimun, season six started with an astronaut and a trip to the 69 Moon landing. Other then the Doctor himself, there were no aliens at all.
“Yes, sadly it is, and yes kung fo panda was amazing” she chuckled, a few drunkards walking past them. “Dude l-l-look at masky over here!! Wooo” one of the drunkards yelled as he threw his arms up and ran right past. Didi laughed. “They seem to like you in Vegas” she winked“I wouldn’t see why not! I re-murdered Abe Lincoln here! They all probably think I’m part of a show.” Wade pulled a grenade out of one of his many pockets. “Sure you don’t wanna give ‘em a show and blow down Ceaser’s? Et tu and all that.”
She grabbed it from him “nah…all that mess…but” she threw the grenade into the Bellagio fountain causing a massive explosion of water bigger than the machinery, that just got damage, could create “…we give people a good show” she laughed as she kissed his cheek
“Destroy all of Las Vagas is a show now? I am sold!!” Wade pulled out three more grenades from his pocket. “I have enough with me to take out roughly one-third of the city. We’re gonna have to ‘port back home for the other four-fifths.”
“My cat preferred blueberries on his pancakes.” Wade told her, knowing she’d get exactly what he meant. Wade was about to take a bite of his pancakes, but stopped when he realized he’d have to lift his mask. Selina wouldn’t notice though. She was set on not even looking at him. He knew this would happen…
Selina nodded, smiling as she leaned down to take a bite of her pancakes. She felt so awkward, like she shouldn’t be there. She wondered if he wanted her to leave. She didn’t want to go, but she didn’t want him to be miserable with her there. She took her bite, chewing slowly as she looked up at him. “These are really good, Wade.”
“Ehh, you know me kitty kat. I aim to please.” Wade joked, pointing his finger like a gun at his own head. He almost wished it was a real gun, not that it would do him any good. Other then clearing his head, that is.
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Wade was so focused on the pancakes that he almost didn’t notice Selina get the plates out. He hurried to lay out the pancakes with strawberries and everything else she’d want while not looking at her.
“I’d have thought you’d prefer buttermilk? Or ignore subtlety altogether and pile some catnip on there.” He joked, pretending everything was normal again.
Selina laughed at Wade’s joke, trying to get back to being comfortable with him. She smiled as he scooped the pancakes onto the plates. “Haha Wade, I do like buttermilk and catnip on pancakes just blows my mind, but I prefer strawberries.” She moved to take her seat, watching him move around.
She tried not to look up at him because every time she did, she saw the scars. She saw them all over him. She couldn’t believe she had gone this long without seeing them, and of course she didn’t have a problem with them. She just hadn’t seen them before.
“My cat preferred blueberries on his pancakes.” Wade told her, knowing she’d get exactly what he meant. Wade was about to take a bite of his pancakes, but stopped when he realized he’d have to lift his mask. Selina wouldn’t notice though. She was set on not even looking at him. He knew this would happen…
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“Ohhhh, but it’s no fun if there are survivors…” Wade whined. “Fine, let’s just leave….” Wade had always wanted to murder Ceaser too. “Et tu this, you bastard. That pizza was cold!” He muttered to himself, getting up and offering Didi his arm.
She laughed and kissed his cheek as she got up and took his arm “pouting doesnt look good on you, baby” she kissed him again“Well I guess I better keep my mask on.” He told her, shooting a goofy looking glare over at the waitress as he walked by and hussled Didi out of the place before she could find the ‘tip’ he left her.
Didi laughed as she was hurried out of the restaurant. She chuckled and walk backwards to look at wade and grabbed his hand. “Sooooo, what are we doing, for sure?” She teased as she turn back the right was and began to walk forward, holding his handWade held her hand and walked with her. “Is it too late to stop them from making a new Hangover movie? Kung Fo Panda is a thousand times better…”
“Yes, sadly it is, and yes kung fo panda was amazing” she chuckled, a few drunkards walking past them. “Dude l-l-look at masky over here!! Wooo” one of the drunkards yelled as he threw his arms up and ran right past. Didi laughed. “They seem to like you in Vegas” she winked
“I wouldn’t see why not! I re-murdered Abe Lincoln here! They all probably think I’m part of a show.” Wade pulled a grenade out of one of his many pockets. “Sure you don’t wanna give ‘em a show and blow down Ceaser’s? Et tu and all that.”
“Ohhhh, but it’s no fun if there are survivors…” Wade whined. “Fine, let’s just leave….” Wade had always wanted to murder Ceaser too. “Et tu this, you bastard. That pizza was cold!” He muttered to himself, getting up and offering Didi his arm.
She laughed and kissed his cheek as she got up and took his arm “pouting doesnt look good on you, baby” she kissed him again“Well I guess I better keep my mask on.” He told her, shooting a goofy looking glare over at the waitress as he walked by and hussled Didi out of the place before she could find the ‘tip’ he left her.
Didi laughed as she was hurried out of the restaurant. She chuckled and walk backwards to look at wade and grabbed his hand. “Sooooo, what are we doing, for sure?” She teased as she turn back the right was and began to walk forward, holding his hand
Wade held her hand and walked with her. “Is it too late to stop them from making a new Hangover movie? Kung Fo Panda is a thousand times better…”
Wade noticed the young woman staring at him and stepped back into a pose. “I know I know. Take it all in, I am quite the physical specimen. Feel free to savor it. Just don’t let me find any pictures on the internet later.”
Wade was so busy posing that he almost didn’t hear her. “Strange? Ha, I wish I had a goatee as sexy as that wizards.”
Wade followed her down the hall for the sake of plot progression. ”So where to now, small-grim-and-pointy? OMG, you’re throwing me a surprise birthday party aren’t you? It’s okay, you can tell me. I’ll still act surprised.”
Her chest rumbled with a pained sigh, an affect similar to her gruff progenitor, and perhaps inherited with the inability to tolerate Wade Wilson for more than a handful of heartbeats without wishing for something drastic to occur and shut his mouth.
Atleast just for a few moments. Just long enough for Laura to think straight without the particular sound of his voice breaking in to her otherwise linear thought progression.
Turning on the heels of her boots, she levels a stare at him, neutral green eyes slitted.
“Stop.”
“Hammer Time?” He asked, freezing in place. Though he did make the effort to freeze mid-step to look silly, he did stop. He was even holding his breath to keep quiet.
Wade had no idea why they were stopped, but he didn’t like it. He didn’t think there was trouble, but she’d know before he did and the element of surprise could come in handy here. Not that the immortal and semi-immortal (He thinks that’s right) couldn’t take on whatever was in here.
What really struck Wade was the silence. There was a reason he didn’t stay quiet for very long. It’s the one thing that really gets to him, more then anything. It drove him crazy… like a cat on a hot summer sidewalk, or a squirrel on that same hot summer sidewalk. If it was hot enough, that squirrel would even cook faster then- WADE, GET OUT OF MY NARRATION!! But I can’t talk out there, and you know what that does to me!! And how’s that my problem? Because if you don’t do something, ANYTHING, then I am so gonna keep you up all night with showtunes. Fine.
“Hey, XX.” Wade whispered. “Everything alright? Because me and Matt are really getting into it here, and I think it’d be best we took care of whatever it was sooner rather then later. Luck, be a lady, tonight…”
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“Sure do Kitty-Kat.” Wade got to work whipping up the batter for pancakes. He was fast too, and in less then a minute he’d mixed the eggs and milk and everything else to make the batter. Pancakes were kind of his specialty.
All the while he avoided eye contact with Selina. He knew she’d be mad at him, or upset, or just not want to talk to him anymore, and he didn’t want to look into her eyes to find out he was right.
Selina leaned against the counter, watching as Wade mixed the batter for the pancakes. She was impressed how easy it came to him, but she didn’t know how to say it. Part of her wished she hadn’t seen his scars, but a bigger part was glad she had.
She pushed off of the counter and started grabbing plates and silver wear. She wanted everything to be ready so when he was done with the pancakes he could just sit down. Once everything was on the table, she went back to her spot at the counter.
Wade was so focused on the pancakes that he almost didn’t notice Selina get the plates out. He hurried to lay out the pancakes with strawberries and everything else she’d want while not looking at her.
“I’d have thought you’d prefer buttermilk? Or ignore subtlety altogether and pile some catnip on there.” He joked, pretending everything was normal again.
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Hi everyone! Your favorite merc with a mouth here! (ooc: and me!) Shut up, no one is following us for YOU, Matt. (ooc: I just thought I'd share...) Now, is there something you wanted or should I start shooting you now?
