Let me see, what it it you'd want to know?
I am very much obsessed with books and writing.
My favourite foods are sushi, chocolate, pomegranates, mashed potatoes, and edamame. (Individually, not all together.)
I'm British, but can do a passable or better American, German, Irish, Scottish, & French accent.
I love to cook.
I love to bake even more.
I love pie.
I will never again eat a hot dog as long as I live.
I am a horror film junkie, the gorier the better.
I firmly believe that Sarah Williams is an fool for refusing the Goblin King.
I cry at any film involving true love, dogs, or the death of a main character, as well as every single Supernatural and Doctor Who season/series finale.
I am more than a little evil.
I am a quite firmly on Teams Bowie, Pine, Tennant, and Ackles, among many others.
I heard that Fury and them were hiring folks with some cool tricks, what's your deal? Wade grinned as checked his weapons' ammo. He got a feeling that unlike other agents, this one wasn't entirely repulsed by his snarkyness.
S.H.I.E.L.D, eh?Wade chuckled sheepishly as he kicked the head of an U.L.T.I.M.A.I.T.U.M agent back into the blazing inferno. Oh you know, doing some freelance terrorist hunting. Had a bone to pick with these beret-wearing douchebags for a while. What about you? S.H.I.E.L.D doesn't have enough of you gals "Catwomaning" about?
Wade backflipped off the roof of a two story warehouse and landed in front of the woman. A loud explosion then shook the ground as the warehouse sent chunks of wall and U.L.T.I.M.A.T.I.U.M henchmen out. Woohoo!Wade exclaimed. I mean I have been doing this gig for a while but that NEVER gets boring! He brushed himself off, Oh, uh Hi there, I'm Deadpool, mercenary extraordinaire!
"--Death..." he fibbed speaking rather candidly, relinquishing his fear, certainly it was always a fear at the back of his mind, after all there was so much to accomplish, but there was nothing irrational, and nothing worth mentioning, he supposed nearly dying in truth, actually made him relatively fearless, "--and your own?" he cooed, voice suddenly becoming slightly more intrigued in tone as he leaned in eagerly....
"---Which is why it is in your best interest to tell me... I could get it out from you one way or another, though you may not like the latter as much as I... Worry not, scouts honor... I won't use them against you, it's simply a morbid curiosity, and it's biting at the fabric of my mind not knowing the truth of it all... Tell me... What do you fear? If it will help I'll tell you mine?" he offered with such estranged glee, such a strange smile hidden away beneath the burlap and rubber gas mask.
Oh ho, how delightful... Indeed, Confessing your deepest fears to me would after all be in your best interest, of course we could always do it the hard way, I could simply pry it from your mind emotion_dowant