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@failbig
❛ this is being a superhero ? i'm just stopping crap from happening at any given moment -------- and when i fail, my god, i -------- ❜
#FAILBIG . a mark grayson portrayal.
show based with comic influences. content warning for blood, violence, swearing, and death. a study in heartbreak, betrayal, new discoveries, and fumbling the mantle passed to you.
sideblog. follows back from #foranothers. DOC.
‘ i feel like you always understand about 20% of what’s happening . ’ but not because he's dumb, bc he's potentially concussed and now eliza has to Mother Him <3
she's right, anyways ---- he hears twenty percent and is suddenly very confused as to why they're talking probability. but there's a warmth at the side of his head, an ache that's distant and moving closer as it throbs in time with his heartbeat. when he tries to take a step, he wobbles wildly, reaches for her shoulder to steady himself. "not nice ..."
the good place. @strnza
littlelovelymemes:
( * & . — THE GOOD PLACE SENTENCE STARTERS / PART 2 .
‘ and then i remembered … i’m a naughty bitch . ’
‘ because i love you … i think . no , i’m pretty sure . yeah , i love you . ’
‘ birth is a curse . existence is a prison . ’
‘ girl , you are a messy bitch who loves drama and i’m into it . ’
‘ holy motherforking shirtballs . ’
‘ i am revved up and ready to learn . my brain is horny ! ’
‘ i came to apologize . there … i did it . i apologized . ’
‘ i could kill them right now and , you know , that would be easy . ’
‘ i could never get close to anyone . i never even told a boyfriend i loved him . ’
‘ i don’t know how to describe it … like , a different zone of time . no , that sounds stupid . a different clock land . ’
‘ i don’t know how to tell you this , but i’m dying . i mean , we’re all dying , slowly . when you think about it , we started dying the day we were born . ’
‘ i don’t know , man . maybe just tell her that you’re gay . ’
‘ i don’t need you to respond because i know you have trouble saying how you feel . ’
‘ i feel like you always understand about 20% of what’s happening . ’
‘ i got a flu virus named after me because i kissed a bat on a dare . ’
‘ i just have some worries , as well as some concerns that could potentially turn into outright fears . oh , there they go . they are fears now . ’
‘ i love you . and i don’t need you to respond because i know you have trouble saying how you feel . ’
‘ i was a good person for six months . that’s like five years . ’
‘ i wasn’t worth changing for . ’
‘ i will literally see you all in hell . ’
‘ in the words of my actual friends : ya basic ! ’
‘ is everything okay ? i mean , other than , you know … everything . ’
‘ is this why you came here ? to scold me on the metric system ? ’
‘ i’m gonna eat all this chili … and / or die trying . do you want any ? ’
‘ i’m gonna miss you , bud . ’
‘ i’m outtie , see ya in hell ! ’
‘ i’ve gained a lot of new skills recently . for example , i learned how to be passive aggressive . totally fine that you guys didn’t notice . ’
‘ love isn’t a triangle , it’s a five dimensional blob . ’
‘ more guys should be bi . it’s 2018 . it’s like , get over yourselves ! ’
‘ none of your exes have gotten over you . ’
‘ oh no ! now the thing i said after we kissed will always be ‘ hot diggity dog . ’ oh well , it was an honest reaction and i stand by that . ’
‘ somehow , i never want to leave you . ’
‘ that broke me . i’m done . ’
‘ that’s not a present . that’s just common decency . ’
‘ the other possible medical diagnosis is that you’re just a bit of a dick . ’
‘ their bodies are made very poorly . they’re mostly goo and juice . you just take the juice out and then they’re dead . ’
‘ there’s no point to anything and you’re just gonna die so do whatever ! ’
‘ ugh , of course your hugs are amazing . ’
‘ wasn’t he banned from disney world for biting buzz lightyear ? ’
‘ what a creep . why was i friends with him ? ’
‘ whatever progress i have made it’s because you and i have become friends . ’
‘ whenever anyone tells me a story about their life i imagine all the people as being super hot . otherwise i quickly lose interest . ’
‘ who the hell is this chick ? ’
‘ why do bad things always happen to mediocre people who are lying about their identity ? ’
‘ why is it every time a new thing is invented humans immediately try to use it for porn ? ’
‘ yeah , i love you . ugh , that’s embarrassing . i feel so itchy . ’
‘ you are too selfish to ever be a good person . ’
‘ you got it , you piece of ... butt . ’
‘ you need to ghost her . disappear . block her number . bonus : anything she left in your apartment is now legally yours . ’
‘ you are brilliant , charming , obviously gorgeous . ’
‘ you’re my friend . that’s why i can’t kill you . ’
mark and who
vihilum·.
“Nobody has the range for Madonna,” it’s spoken matter-of-factly, as though she found it impossible to think anyone could even try to come close to the queen of pop, “you sing it cause you like it,” all that counted was they tried and were having a good time, perfect pitch be damned.Her lips are probably a little too close to the microphone when she speedily chirps, “I hope everyone’s hot!” just before her lyrics spell out across the screen. She’s smiling a bit too wide, eyes drifting from the monitor to Mark’s - she’s finding it hard not to laugh, that when she finally gets a break and it’s Mark turn, she doubles over, one hand on his shoulder, the other clutching the microphone, fit of giggles unleashed. It’s the kind of laughter that is hard to disrupt, because no matter how hard she tries to stop it, when she meets his gaze, she starts up again, and everyone’s naked, but nobody’s laughing. “Don’t stop, believing!” She was hoping she could hold the tune a lot better, but between her inability to sing without breaking into a laugh, it’s the best performance the audience is gonna get out of her. Cheeks rosy, “Hold on to that feeling!”
Some guy over by the dart board has had a bad day. Fired from the science lab on account of one too many experiments gone wrong. He’s sitting at the end of the bar nursing his fifth beer. He’s the kind of guy that likes to bring his work with him. He dumps the vital component of his experiment into his drink, and downs it. Bottom’s up! It’s gonna be a hell of a night.
excellent point, really. which is why he doesn’t argue, just contorts his face into this quick flash of agreement. the next section is a disorganization of their singing and intermittent laughter (sometimes in key, but mostly not). they’re being stared at, certainly, with more than a little disdain, and even mark would have to admit that they’re barely following the lone, drunk man that was up here earlier, singing beastie boys without looking at the monitor and without knowing the lyrics. palm is on her elbow, steadying, and his stomach hurts and his face is sore from grinning, trying not succumb to the domino effect of her amusement.
they’re about a bar into the key change when a glass shatters in the corner. accidents happen, but not one after another, rapid-fire, like a whole fixture of glassware has toppled over. he sighs, and the music is still playing, mocking them and their naivety of a night off. the crumple of his mask is heavy in his back pocket when he huffs. “come on ---- i was just warming up, too.”
#FAILBIG . a mark grayson portrayal.
show based with comic influences. content warning for blood, violence, swearing, and death. a study in heartbreak, betrayal, new discoveries, and fumbling the mantle passed to you.
Invincible (2021) || Mark Grayson
After everything he’s done…
How can I possibly live up to all that?
mark is king of daddy issues btw
vihilum·.
“Of course, we’re doing this,” a promise was a promise, and she never backed down on her word: this duet had been guaranteed since her impulsive agreement, but Mark seemed far more nervous than she. Then again, two shots of liquid courage roused her from her seat, pushing him towards the heart of the stage every step of the way, “Go on, pick the song.” Kate was no captain of obscurity when it came to taking the mic - she relished in one hit wonders, and overplayed ballads, and she beamed at his choice, grabbing the second mic, “Start us off, city boy,” she’d sung both parts of Journey in the shower, in the car, “by the night’s end, I’ll have you belting Madonna.” She didn’t face the screen, she faced Mark, gaze encouraging, “It’s okay,” reassuring to assuage his anxiety of being watched, “Just have fun, and look at me,” a smile twitched at her lips, “and definitely don’t picture anyone naked.”
"i don't have the range for madonna." it sounds joking, but it isn't. he's tried and failed and had his mom try to stifle her laughter when he'd come downstairs after. a formative moment -- one that's rearing its head. but he does as she says, looks at her with this half-nervous, weird little grin because he doesn't know what else to do with his face. when it's her turn, he makes sure he says, "thank you, now everyone is naked in my head," just loud enough to get over the music.
@vihilum said: [ KARAOKE ]
"oh, we're doing this?" is the stupid question that still comes from his mouth, even as he's stepping up onto the little stage and getting a microphone slapped into the palm of his hand. "okay, uh -- i need to WARM UP before we get to the deep cuts." as in, he's suddenly just a little bit nervous. the place is decently busy, which makes it both better and worse all the same. some people are curious, heads craned around to look at the two of them on stage. mark sees their stares with uncomfortable clarity. "can't go wrong with journey. you wanna be the small town girl or the city boy?"
guardednight·.
@failbig· liked this post for a starter from william !
the blood dripping from his best friend’s face still hasn’t set in with the boy. it’s almost cringe-worthy. mark always bounces back. & william knows that but that doesn’t make it any easier. he still forces a weak SMILE. he’ll never know what the hero life is like. “ jesus, mark. “ he manages, dabbing the wounds. a few days will pass & he’ll be back to his handsome self. but until then, he appreciates being as useful as he can be in a world like this. “ think we can go another week without a borderline life-threatening beatdown, grayson ? ”
at best, his name is misleading. (he never really breaks -- not fully, not all the way. he bleeds and he bruises and some bones may snap, but still. damn if it doesn't hurt like hell, though.) a wince -- william rubs on a wound that's particularly sensitive, a gash down the length of his cheek. the edge of it is jagged and ripped (mostly back together now, but still), something that tends to happen when it's a chunk of concrete that your face gets slammed into. he can laugh at that though, at least. he leans back onto his palms. "uh ... i can give you, like, five days."
Okay maybe mama did raise a fool
PICTURE THIS: he’s just gotten his ass kicked, the giant alien only subdued because of dumb luck and his invincibility, and now he’s laying on a park bench, suit torn to shreds. the warmth of the sun is blocked by a shadow, someone approaching that he can’t make out. ❛ i know, i know : this is highly unprofessional, just ---- gimme a second. ❜ open!
dumb superheroes
(my first superhero art of 2022, tried to not draw anything Super related for as long as possible)
INVINCIBLE (2003)
vihilum.
“Close, but no cigar,” he wasn’t too far off - it was definitely a top contender, “voulez-vous,” she didn’t like the idea of dangling down an empty shaft towards her inevitable death, so her eyes scanned above them as a last resort, and she gestured over Mark’s crown, “Check it out,” there was a hook precisely placed over the open vent. It felt like it was almost too easy until Kate figured things could be lowered and brought up through there. “That’s not a terrible phase to have,” she attached a wire to her belt, to the hook, “I hope to hear it,” then offered the end of the wire to Mark, “it’ll hold. Well, fingers crossed it’s not a trash chute, or you’ll have to pull me up. You wanna wait up here while I go down?”
his eyebrows raise in delight ---- hidden by his cowl, but the joy must still be permeable. “we’re doing karaoke soon ---- gotta hear that.” he gives it a testing tug of his own before giving a thumbs up, holding the wire in both hands. “let’s hope it’s not a trash chute and you don’t end up smelling like garbage.” before she descends, he salutes. “uh ---- scream if you need anything.”
vihilum·.
“I would,” Kate relents - no time like the present to keep it real, “and ABBA,” her palm is still kneading her head as she leans to the side, making space for Mark to glance down the corridor with her, “I freaking love ABBA.” Damn. “Careful,” her palm rises before him so neither move forward, “it’s a fall.” There’s a gaping hole ahead, and she tries to peer down it, but it’s too dark to see where it ends - hard to tell how far a drop it is. She pauses - removes the transmitting beacon from her pocket to trace the signal of what they’re searching for. They’re right on top of it. “This has to be it,” she crawls forward, digits curling over the cubist vent’s exit - there’s a cold breeze and she shudders. “What’s your karaoke song?”
“feel the beat of the tambourine, am i right?” tight squeeze, but he manages to peer past her, see what she’s talking about. “i can hold your ankle or something if you want to try and see.” not the best suggestion, but he barely has enough room to take a full breath, let alone do much else. “---- ... come as you are. i had a phase.”
