I Went Back And Got The Exact Quote. Here’s The Receipts.

Why tf does Pumbaa sometimes feel like Timon’s PARENT in the Safety Smart shorts ☠️☠️☠️

OKAY I LOVE THESE SHORTS but good GOD MY DUDES, they make Timon so air-headed and Pumbaa so CONDESCENDING 🤣😭

Oh, your lover you say, Logie Bear?

Wade speaking multiple languages in a fic🤤

Wade sharing his random bursts of possessiveness with a stranger

Some trad spideypools..

If anyone has ideas for little doodles like this lmk lololol i am always looking for new and silly ways to draw them

Nathan Lane looks hot in The Gilded Age.

There.

I said it.

That Colonol Sanders facial hair is doing something for me. 🥴🥵

Tempted to do these kinds of posts with more than just Spideypool, perhaps Stucky or other marvel ships/duos/groups or whatever also might draw some of them.

Timon’s meerkat colony IS HUGE. Like there are 80+ meerkats in the final scene in Lion King 1 1/2.

logan and wade out at a gay bar

wade suggested it; logan heard “free drinks” and agreed

it’s loud, the floors are sticky, but wade is having a great time, twirling yukio on the dance floor and necking blowjob shots like he’s getting paid for it (it’s possible that logan watches him lick the whipped cream from his lips every single time with Rapt attention, but that’s his business)

logan’s not really feeling up to dancing, so he sits at the bar, pleasantly buzzed and watching wade glide his way through the crowd. eventually, someone approaches him, and they’re laying it on Thick. their eyes dart from logan’s eyes, to his beer-wet lips, to the bit of chest hair tufted above the neckline of his tank, to his biceps bulging out of his flannel, and it’s Not Fucking Subtle, but they seem harmless enough; he offers little in the way of responses, opting for noncommittal grunts or hums while his gaze remains trained on wade in the sea of bar-goers.

but, inevitably, the person takes logan’s aloofness as a game, an invitation to push a little further, like he’s playing hard to get — they rest a hand on his shoulder, dip their fingers beneath his collar, bat their lashes and lean close enough that logan can smell the liquor perfuming their breath with sharp clarity

“so, what’s your type, handsome?”

logan shrugs their hand off. raises the bottle in his hand, points at where wade is now tugging ellie into the fray, jubilant and pink with laughter even as ellie digs her heels into the ground and whips her head from side to side.

“the grumpy bald chick?” the person asks with a scowl.

yukio appears behind her girlfriend and starts pushing her forward; wade whoops triumphantly.

“bald guy yanking on the bald chick,” logan clarifies, and the insistent bargoer wrinkles their nose.

if he were anyone else, he probably wouldn’t hear the eugh that slips out of their liquor-loose mouth, but he isn’t, and he does, and it pisses him the fuck off.

so much so, in fact, that he slams his beer down on the bar hard enough to crack the glass, and marches over to where wade is still trying to get ellie to dance. he snakes an arm around his waist, pulls him backward, and plants a nasty kiss on him, right in the eye line of the now very pissy bargoer. their indignance rolls audibly over the crowd like fog before they stomp away, red-cheeked and irritated.

wade’s not complaining, and ellie is grateful for the distraction

I'll show you the whole world! And tacos. I like tacos