not going down without a fight.

i made my choice a long time ago. i stood in front of the tree of life and traded away the fruit of immortality for vengeance. so why has it started to feel like i'm still stuck in eternity? is this my penance? my purgatory? are all of the other poor souls just to scared to admit we've fallen into a lake of fire? so why can't i feel the heat? pills won't help me sleep. so i try something else. i tell myself i earn it. but it's just an exercise of forms. one cold, dead thing imitating another. training. regime. routine.

[immortalweapon]

rxdshood​:

( 📩 → Danny ): Okay, so. I can explain. ( 📩 → Danny ): I was going to break into my brother’s house, but then I got yelled at by some old lady.  ( 📩 → Danny ): So I stole snacks from your place instead.  ( 📩 → Danny ): The knife was an accident, my bad. 

(✉️ ➡️ Jason T.): Okay. (✉️ ➡️ Jason T.): Why did an old lady yell at you? Was she in your brother’s apartment? (✉️ ➡️ Jason T.): How did you /accidentally/ leave a knife in the pantry? (✉️ ➡️ Jason T.): Jason, I have more questions now.

[poohsources]

🐝  *  ―  𝐒𝐎𝐅𝐓  𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐒𝐓  𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄  𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒.   (  some  random  sentences  for  your  angsty  needs.  feel  free  to  adjust  to  better  fit  your  muses.  )

❛  hey … it’s okay now. you’re safe here.  ❜ ❛  please don’t leave me alone again.  ❜ ❛  was it all just a lie ?  ❜ ❛  you have to trust me on this.  ❜ ❛  i didn’t mean it like that !  ❜ ❛  i can’t do this anymore.  ❜ ❛  promise me not to do anything stupid.  ❜ ❛  we’ll see each other again soon.  ❜ ❛  i can’t lose you , too.  ❜ ❛  this is how you wanna end it ?  ❜ ❛  whatever this is - it’s over.  ❜ ❛  i’m not gonna let you die !  ❜ ❛  we have to stop this before someone gets hurt.  ❜ ❛  i’m fine … it’s gonna be okay.  ❜ ❛  please don’t do this to me.  ❜ ❛  just talk to me , okay ?  ❜ ❛  don’t close your eyes. stay with me.  ❜ ❛  you’ll have to save yourself.  ❜ ❛  stop lying to me !  ❜ ❛  you have to do this for me or i’ll never be able to forgive you.  ❜ ❛  i deserve better than this.  ❜ ❛  just leave me alone.  ❜ ❛  we’re too late …  ❜ ❛  save yourself while you still can.  ❜ ❛  you’re gonna be fine. just stay awake for a little longer , help’s already on their way.  ❜ ❛  please don’t cry.  ❜ ❛  stop moving , you’re only making this worse.  ❜ ❛  does it hurt ?  ❜ ❛  if this is the end , i’m really glad i get to be here with you.  ❜ ❛  whatever you do , do not let go of my hand.  ❜ ❛  i’ve got you.  ❜ ❛  i’m sorry for not telling you sooner.  ❜ ❛  this is all your fault !  ❜ ❛  we’re gonna survive this , right ?  ❜ ❛  we’re screwed.  ❜ ❛  just do this for me and we’ll never have to speak to each other again once this is all over.  ❜ ❛  i thought you were better than that.  ❜ ❛  one of us is gonna end up with a broken heart.  ❜ ❛  i’m scared.  ❜ ❛  so that’s it ?  ❜

[immortalweapon]

@immortalweapon @vengeancedemons @firstxman @rictorscales @twentyninetynines @impulselantern @catalystsofchange

[immortalweapon]

colleenrand​:

/

Colleen winced. She expected that he’d have that kind of reaction, but still, hearing the way he sucked in his breath put her on edge. Made her want to cup his face in her hands and tell him that she changed her mind. But she couldn’t. Not without lying to him just to give him some false sense of calm and security. (But he made that face and Colleen would have done anything to make sure he never felt that way again.)

“Danny,” she said his name softly, trying to make her next words gentle and not as heavy as she knew they’d feel. “I’m not asking for permission.” They had always been a team when moving forward. Something they had developed together after that night in the rain when Colleen’s world had shattered and Danny had given her another chance. They hadn’t always been perfect at communicating with each other, even now, years later. But they had always gone together.

“It’s a risk I’m willing to take.” Colleen couldn’t decide when she spoke, if her words were selfish or not. The idea of marriage was being a single unit in two bodies - wasn’t it? The western idea of marriage didn’t seem to fit them as well as the one about yin and yang that Danny had described in his letter - flowing and changing - never one without the other, but still different forces. “If I don’t go, it’s not us that will pay the price.”

/

She said his name like an apology, and Danny knew what was coming next long before she spoke it aloud. If there was one thing they’d understood about one another from the beginning, even before they’d known each other the way they did now, it was that there was no chance at stopping either of them from doing what they thought was right. In the beginning, it had been a thrilling thing. It hadn’t terrified him until her bedroom in Bakuto’s compound, when he’d first realized that they might sometimes have different ideas about what was right. It terrified him now, too, albeit in a different way. What Colleen wanted to do here... Danny wasn’t sure it wasn’t the right choice. That was part of the problem.

“Why is it a risk you have to take alone?” He would support her in everything she did, made a promise to do so in front of all their friends in a suit that felt a little more comfortable than it usually did with a smile on his face, but he couldn’t stand by and let her go at it alone. Those vows he’d made, they’d been his way of saying she’d never be alone again. And this... This felt like breaking them. His chest ached, his throat felt tight. 

He couldn’t look at her as he shook his head, couldn’t meet her eyes. “Ever since I got back to New York...” He trailed off, considering for a moment. “No, ever since that plane went down, it --- It has always been us that pays the price.” He was tired of it. He was tired of always being the one to make sacrifices, even if he didn’t know how to stop making them. He was tired of feeling like they were the only ones who ever lost anything in this war. The Hand came back. The Hand always came back, but Danny and Colleen? They just kept falling. It wasn’t right. It wasn’t fair.

[immortalweapon]

@rxdshood

(✉️ ➡️ Jason T.): Hi Jason! (✉️ ➡️ Jason T.): Quick question! (✉️ ➡️ Jason T.): Did you break into our apartment? (✉️ ➡️ Jason T.): It’s okay if you did! But I think you left a knife in the pantry? (✉️ ➡️ Jason T.): And if you /didn’t/ leave it there, I think it opens up even more questions. So could you let me know if it was you? (✉️ ➡️ Jason T.): Thanks!

[nightprompts]

&. 𝐡𝐢𝐭 ‘𝐞𝐦 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐡𝐮𝐫𝐭𝐬 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬.

(  more  angst  to  devastate  your  writing  partners.  metaphorically.  )

❛ you’re a weapon, and weapons don’t weep. ❜

❛ you can’t save everyone. ❜

❛ it should have been you. ❜

❛ did i do good? ❜

❛ i’m sorry that i can’t save you. ❜

❛ wait for me, will you? ❜

❛ i can’t lose you again! ❜

❛ you were dead, i saw you die. ❜

❛ we won’t forget each other, right? ❜

❛ i’m real. i’m here. ❜

❛ you already know how this will end. ❜

❛ it’s always my fault, isn’t it? ❜

❛ i don’t want to go. ❜

❛ can you remember how you died? ❜

❛ i love you, but you’re not mine. ❜

❛ have you ever lost someone? ❜

❛ i didn’t ask to get made. ❜

❛ you’re as beautiful as the day i lost you. ❜

❛ i never meant to hurt you. ❜

❛ is it really you? ❜

❛ their blood is on your hands. ❜

❛ it would have been better to die. ❜

❛ i’m not ready to lose you yet. ❜

❛ i wish i met you sooner. ❜

❛ let’s just stay here. grow old. ❜

❛ you’re the first friend i ever had. ❜

❛ i told you not to fall in love with me. ❜

❛ you always push people away. i just thought you’d never do it to me. ❜

❛ everyone i’ve cared about has either died of left me. except for you. ❜

❛ i know i have a heart because i can feel it breaking. ❜

❛ they’re not coming back. ❜

❛ i’m sorry, have we met? ❜

❛ in my dreams, we’re still together. ❜

❛ you’re the one good thing left in this world. ❜

❛ i hate the way that i don’t hate you. ❜

❛ it’s okay. you can let go. ❜

❛ you mean nothing to me. ❜

❛ we’re on our own now. ❜

❛ you can’t kill me, i’m not alive. ❜

❛ it wasn’t supposed to end like this. ❜

❛ do you remember when we first met? ❜

❛ we’ll see each other again. ❜

❛ there’s nothing you could have done. ❜

❛ we did it. we won. ❜

❛ let’s not go back. not ever. ❜

❛ thanks for playing with me. ❜

❛ why does it feel like this is goodbye? ❜

[immortalweapon]

@immortalweapon @vengeancedemons @firstxman @rictorscales @twentyninetynines @impulselantern @catalystsofchange​

[immortalweapon]

greatestarcher​:

@immortalweapon sent 1o﹕ a  cheesy  text

[📱to Not Clint Barton ] I’ve been trying to figure out how I’m going to make up for shooting an arrow at you [📱to Not Clint Barton ] and step one is bad puns [📱to Not Clint Barton ] Shout out to anyone who doesn’t know the opposite of “in”! [📱to Not Clint Barton ] Never trust stairs— they’re always up to something. [📱to Not Clint Barton ] I had a neck brace fitted many years ago and since then, I’ve never looked back. […] [📱to Not Clint Barton ] these are futzing awful omg [📱to Not Clint Barton ] one more [📱to Not Clint Barton ] I watched this show about beavers and I swear it was the best dam documentary I’ve ever seen. [📱to Not Clint Barton ] have I made this situation better, or worse?

(✉️ ➡️ Kate B.): It’s okay! Really! It’s not even the first time someone’s shot an arrow at me on accident! (✉️ ➡️ Kate B.): Okay, it might be the first time. I’m sorry. I thought maybe you’d feel better if I said it wasn’t. (✉️ ➡️ Kate B.): [UNSENT] Usually when people shoot arrows at me, it’s on purpose (✉️ ➡️ Kate B.): Oh (✉️ ➡️ Kate B.): Those are (✉️ ➡️ Kate B.): Great! [...] (✉️ ➡️ Kate B.): ...Yeah, okay, they were kind of bad. (✉️ ➡️ Kate B.): I think the situation is kind of the same? 

[immortalweapon]

colleenrand​:

“Life isn’t fair,” she snapped back, shrugging her shoulders as she took a step back from him. It was a petty argument to make, but not an untrue one. Her eyes fell to his white knuckles, wondering how much the table was going to be able to withstand before snapping under the pressure that he was applying. “Danny…” she reached out, placing a hand on his own and gently gripping it around the edges. “It’s going to break.” He was holding on too tightly to it — just as he was holding on too tightly to her.

“We can’t wait for it to get like it was. Look at how many people they had. Look at what happened to me.” Her words were carefully dancing around the point that had haunted her for years: how many people had died. How bad was she supposed to let it get before she intervened? Or — what she thought was more likely — was Danny trying to get her to take a seat while he handled it in one of his overnight expeditions with the Fist that he never talked about?

/

“You think I don’t know that?” He didn’t mean to snap. He never did. Anger was something Danny had always struggled with. In K’un Lun, they’d used that, molded it into an extension of the weapon they made him into. But in New York? There was nothing productive to be done with the fire in his chest. He looked down to her hand on his, forced himself to release his grip on the table before pulling his hand away and lowering it to his side, fist clenched. Fingernails dug into his palms, and that wasn’t feasible, either, but at least it wouldn’t leave them with a broken table to clean up.

She was right, and he knew it. Letting the Hand grow meant putting themselves right back where they’d been in the beginning, with more than they could ever hope to fight. But he couldn’t risk Colleen. He couldn’t let that happen. “Yeah. Look at what happened to you. Colleen, if you go back there, that --- That could happen again. And I can’t, okay? I can’t do this without you. Any of it.”

[immortalweapon]

jeaniegreysummers​:

///

“If building Genosha has taught me anything,” Jean said, shifting in her seat to look at Danny properly (he didn’t shy away from anything, not even someone seeing him, a streak of courage Jean could respect), “it’s that the world needs more people who prioritise kindness over self-interest.” The mutants who first arrived in their country had given everything in hopes of creating a new life. They sacrificed their anonymity, their careers, sometimes even their families’ acceptance, all so they could build towards something bigger. They were gaining more notoriety and acceptance now, but it was still a risky move in the beginning – far more dangerous for others than it had ever been for Jean, who had so little to lose.

Jean hummed lowly, taking Danny’s words and turning them over a few times. “I know what you mean,” she admitted. She wasn’t sure if that was the best response from a professional standpoint, but from a personal one, she could relate to it on a lot of levels. “I think it takes a lot of time to find out who you are supposed to be,” Jean said, “and a lot of trial and error. You’ve only really started testing out theories in the last couple of years, right?” Before that, she got the impression Danny didn’t have much of a choice on the direction his life would take. “Who do you think you’re letting down, Danny? Because it isn’t me. It isn’t Colleen. It isn’t the people in your company, or your parents’ legacy. You’re making everyone proud – and you don’t need to be the fully-formed Daniel Rand to do that.”

/

“The world doesn’t always get what it needs.” It was an unfortunate truth, but one Danny had been taught over and over and over again. He was an optimist. In spite of everything, he was still an optimist. He believed in people, believed in humanity even when they made it hard. But most of the time? That got him into more trouble than it got him out of. Believing in people had him defending K’un Lun even now, had him struggling to admit that the way he’d been treated there may not have been the best. Believing in humanity made him an easy target for Davos, for the Hand, for everyone who’d ever tried and nearly succeeded in ending him entirely. It had gotten him good things, too, of course, but... More often than not, it ended poorly. 

But he was in good company, it seemed. He’d always felt that he and Jean were fairly similar in a lot of ways, always felt that they had a lot in common in spite of the differences between them. And Jean was a good person. Jean was a doctor who genuinely wanted to help people, a woman who built a country for her people when the one she was born into turned its back on her. There were worse people to be like. Danny would know. “Only since I’ve been back in New York,” he confirmed with a short nod. He hadn’t known who he was in K’un Lun because he hadn’t been allowed to, hadn’t really been granted personhood until he was back on American soil. And it was a lot to try to figure out all at once. “I’ve let Colleen down more times than I can count,” he said, quiet. “My brothers. My sister.” Joy hated him now, couldn’t even stand to be in the same city as him. “The people who... raised me. I don’t... I don’t see how anyone could be proud of what I’m doing now. I really don’t.”

[kineticlove]

DEFENDERS (2017)

[immortalweapon]

anxietylanterncruz​:

(✉️ ➡️ danny not daniel ): i mean fair (✉️ ➡️ danny not daniel ): but also they were all over the radio, i’m surprised you didn’t hear any of their stuff (✉️ ➡️ danny not daniel ): um YES I DO  (✉️ ➡️ danny not daniel ): we can watch the music videos too they’re so good 

(✉️ ➡️ Jessica C.): I didn’t listen to the radio much. I had my iPod, and I pretty much always had the headphones in when we were going places. (✉️ ➡️ Jessica C.): Okay! We can definitely watch the videos, too. (✉️ ➡️ Jessica C.): Do you want me to order some takeout?

[immortalweapon]

anxietylanterncruz​:

[ text ]: I just brought the Spice Girls Greatest Hits.

@immortalweapon

(✉️ ➡️ danny not daniel ): wait for real (✉️ ➡️ danny not daniel ): you haven’t heard them before? (✉️ ➡️ danny not daniel ): okay you have to do spice girls and backstreet boys and the classing britney spears album too! (✉️ ➡️ danny not daniel ): you are in for a treat omg

(✉️ ➡️ Jessica C.): Yes! (✉️ ➡️ Jessica C.): They weren’t really my style as a kid, so... no.  (✉️ ➡️ Jessica C.): Okay, okay, I’ll make a list! (✉️ ➡️ Jessica C.): Do you want to come over and listen with me?

[immortalweapon]

an urgent text . // @avengerofiron

(✉️ ➡️ Tony): Hey Tony! (✉️ ➡️ Tony): I know you’re probably busy, but if you get some time in the next, like, ten minutes, do you think you could come pick me up? (✉️ ➡️ Tony): Some guys tied me to a chair in a warehouse :( (✉️ ➡️ Tony): I think they’re trying for ransom or something, but it’s pretty boring. And I don’t want to break out because then it’s a whole mess with the secret identity thing.  (✉️ ➡️ Tony): Oh! And can you stop for takeout on the way? I missed lunch! 

[immortalweapon]

look at us, back where we started. // @colleenrand​

He was gripping the table just to give his hands something to do, knuckles white with the force of it. It wasn’t as much of a surprise as it should have been, though Danny hated to admit it. This was something that had been building for a while now. Between Colleen’s desire to go back to the Hand to take them down from the inside and Danny’s tendency to fall back into old habits in the worst ways, this was always going to happen. He’d just been hoping to put it off a while longer. Maybe that was part of the problem.

“That isn’t fair,” he protested, grip tightening on the table. It made the bruises on his knuckles ache as the skin stretched across them, and he let out a shaky sigh. “It isn’t --- It’s not like it was before.” It isn’t as bad this time, he meant, but he knew that wasn’t what she wanted to hear, either. He didn’t know how to give her what she wanted to hear without lying to her, and he wasn’t going to do that.

[trashmemes]

MIDNIGHT MASS SENTENCE STARTERS   —   quotes pulled from the 2021 netflix limited series. feel free to make alternations.

i know i’m not who you expected to see this morning.

you aren’t a good person.

i loved you my whole life.

do you feel at peace?

i have absolutely no purpose at all.

look at us, back where we started.

god doesn’t love you more than anyone else.

i would go anywhere in the world with you.

it might come down to just minutes, maybe seconds.

everyone gets theirs wings clipped at some point.

i’m sorry that we never told you.

just tell me what you need.

don’t tell me what to do.

i’m sorry for what you’ve been through. i’m really, really sorry.

we don’t have to be afraid ever again.

you’re here and that is enough.

i’m not scared, not of you.

you never felt like a sin.

this isn’t the way. this is never the way.

i learned early there’s no point trying to stop you drinking.

he said to run.

it just felt too easy to leave, like i shouldn’t be able to just leave.

did it hurt you?

i never remember my dreams.

we made our choices.

i just need you to listen. can you promise me that?

everything has its season.

i’m tired of you lying to me!

our whole lives have been wasted.

it isn’t about us anymore.

that’s not how god works.

i forgive you.

forgive me.

i did my best.

[avengerofiron]

@avengerofiron || @jeaniegreysummers || @libertycaps

[colleenrand]

@colleenrand @daisyquakes @mistressofmagic @phoenixtouched @anxietylanterncruz @sharcarters

[immortalweapon]

@immortalweapon @vengeancedemons @firstxman @rictorscales @twentyninetynines @impulselantern @catalystsofchange​

[ohisms]

𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑶𝑻𝑯𝑬𝑹 𝑳𝑰𝑵𝑬 .    (   a  collection  of  texting  prompts .  receiver of the meme  is  implied  to  be  the  sender  of  the  text .   )

∗ o1﹕ a  text  sent  late  at  night . ∗ o2﹕ a  text  asking  for  advice . ∗ o3﹕ a  text  sent  out  of  worry . ∗ o4﹕ a  text  sent  out  of  excitement . ∗ o5﹕ a  text  sent  out  of  anger . ∗ o6﹕ a  text  containing  a  picture . ∗ o7﹕ a  text  to  get  back  in  touch . ∗ o8﹕ a  text  saying  goodbye . ∗ o9﹕ a  text  containing  a  confession . ∗ 1o﹕ a  cheesy  text . ∗ 11﹕ a  text  sent  from  across  the  room . ∗ 12﹕ a  text  that  wasn’t  meant  for  the  receiver . ∗ 13﹕ an  intoxicated  text . ∗ 14﹕ a  text  sent  while  half  asleep . ∗ 14﹕ a  text  that  was  never  sent . ∗ 15﹕ a  text  containing  advice . ∗ 16﹕ a  flirtatious  text . ∗ 17﹕ a  text  during  a  breakdown  /  panic  attack . ∗ 18﹕ a  threatening  text . ∗ 19﹕ a  suggestive  text . ∗ 2o﹕ a  text  containing  an  apology . ∗ 21﹕ a  text  to  a  group  chat . ∗ 22﹕ a  text  regarding  [ character name ] . ∗ 23﹕ a  text  containing  a  pick - up  line . ∗ 24﹕ an  angry  text . ∗ 25﹕ an  urgent  text . ∗ 26﹕ an  affectionate  text . ∗ 27﹕ a  text  after  first  meeting . ∗ 28﹕ an  embarrassing  text . ∗ 29﹕ a  supportive  text . ∗ 3o﹕ a  random  text .

[colleenrand]

@colleenrand @daisyquakes @mistressofmagic @phoenixtouched @anxietylanterncruz @sharcarters

[immortalweapon]

@immortalweapon @vengeancedemons @firstxman @rictorscales @twentyninetynines @impulselantern @catalystsofchange

[immortalweapon]

deoalexdanvers​:

“You brought me food?” || @immortalweapon​

“I did, I brought you food -” Alex began, stuggling to hold the food and a squirming Dylan in her hands. “Food and a small gremlin” she sighed as Dylan continued to try to get down. “She’s been driving me up the wall all day” she loved her daughter more than anything but there were some days, like today, that Dylan was an absolute gremlin. “I was in the area and decided to get some food thought I might as well see if you were home. Hope you don’t mind.”

/

Danny grinned, excited at both the concept of food and the sight of Dylan struggling to get out of Alex’s arms. “Of course I don’t mind. I love having you guys over.” There was a rustling from the bedroom as GD awoke, clearly excited at the sound of voices. He bound into the room, skidding to a graceless stop with his tail pounding against the floor. Danny laughed, looking to Alex. “I hope Dylan’s not scared of dogs? He’s gentle, promise.”

[immortalweapon]

anxietylanterncruz​:

/

Logically, Jessica knew that the arm was probably a prop. Something battery operated or remote controlled so that it could scare people in the middle of this horror show – and it had worked a little too well. But no part of Jessica’s reaction was based in logic. It was pure feeling. Her hand fumbled around the wall, looking for something that would let them out immediately instead of having to back track or go through the rest of the haunted house. There had to be a way. There had to be.

“They’re not supposed to touch us,” Jessica breathed. “They can’t touch us. We can just go around. It’s in the rules. They can’t.” She kept repeating the words like a mantra. Telling herself that the rules would protect the two of them and that if they just ran,they’d be able to get to the exit without anyone stopping them and be free into the crisp night air.

Some open space would help her breathe.

She focused on that. On breathing. Jessica closed her eyes and imagined the chill of the air outside and the clear view of the stars and the moon – they could get out of here and be safe.

Danny said run and her eyes flickered open once more, trying to adjust to the darkness of the room, she grabbed his arm and tugged him back the way they had come. She didn’t know the path forward – but she was always good at going back. (She had always been good at running.)

She turned the first corner and the thing in the corner – she had thought it was just a wax figure. But it was moving now. Hot from the lamp that was flashing on it, the wax rolled down it’s arms like sweat. Dripping on the floor as it staggered towards them. “Did they give us a safe word? We need – this is too much.”

Bravery was an acquired skill. That was what Chodak told him once, just after Danny got to K’un Lun. He’d confided in the monk that he was afraid, that he didn’t know how to be brave in this unfamiliar world, and he’d been told that the only way to be brave was to do it. That was hard to remember now, and it was stupid. It was stupid, because Danny had been brave in worse situations than this. He’d been brave with Bakuto’s knife between his ribs, with Alexandra’s hands on his body. This was just pretend. 

Maybe that was what made it so unsettling. There was an eerie kind of calm that settled when you knew a moment might be your last, when you had no choice but to be brave. But in moments like this? In moments when your mind knew it was a game and didn’t know that at the same time? It was so much harder to hold on to that courage.

Jessica’s fear was palpable, and maybe a little contagious. Danny’s heart was pounding in time with her words, a quiet thump thump thump thump that seemed to echo. It was a relief, when she grabbed him and started tugging him backwards. It meant Danny didn’t have to decide where to make his legs move next.

But the relief didn’t last long. The apparently not so wax figure was moving towards them, and Danny’s eyes were wide. “Uh... pomegranate!” He was almost certain that had been the word they’d been told to shout if things got to be too much, but the figure was still moving towards them. “Pomegranate! Stop it!”