infinite diversity

Kassius Felder. Call me Kaz. 21 years old. Student and activist. "Equality is the soul of liberty; there is, in fact, no liberty without it." -Frances Wright

[kazfelder]

gambitswild:

Oh.

Oops.

Sorry. Dat wasn’ meant f’you.

Dude, seriously, what the hell?

[kazfelder]

snarkyspider:

Because I’m one of the only photogs in the industry who can reliably get close enough to the battles to get photos of Spidey – and sometime others – in action.

Originally posted by midtownsbest

So I’m supposed to turn over any and all documented communications and testify. Like, he’s a dude in a suit, do you really think he goes around with business cards and an email address? 

Fucking hell. This is -- this is a gross mishandling of justice. 

Are you gonna do it? I mean, you could probably fight it. You could get a lawyer or something, you know. If you wanted.

[kazfelder]

cigarsandclaws:

Think you just named everything that makes school school. Why’re you there again if you don’t like any of it? 

Can’t be a bartender forever.

[kazfelder]

angie-jones-firestar:

Your style is lazy? That explains so much. I call it the ‘abandon all grooming standards’ look. They’re finals, not Armageddon. Process time is important. People often have genius ideas while in the shower or shaving. You should try it.

Yes. The beanies are to hide the fact that I’m too lazy to wash my hair. And they’re totally Armageddon. Smashing everything you’ve learned into a bunch of tests in one week. No offense, but teachers are the worst.

[kazfelder]

kitkatpryde:

You people want to know what the superheros are thinking? FINE

Originally posted by xmenmovies

WE ARE AGAINST REGISTRATION!

I can’t believe that’s actually a question people have.

[kazfelder]

snarkyspider:

Originally posted by mjwatson

I… just got subpeonaed.

What? Why?

[kazfelder]

angie-jones-firestar:

Lazy is not a style. What do you call that mold growing on your chin then? 

It’s my style. And this is my finals stubble. Us students call it the ‘abandon all hope’ look.

[kazfelder]

angie-jones-firestar:

Oh? What is your style, then? Other than vaguely scruffy?

Wow, I’ve got so much style. And I’m not scruffy.

[kazfelder]

cigarsandclaws:

S’why I never went to college. I think. 

It’d be better without the tests and classes and homework.

[kazfelder]

angie-jones-firestar:

Is this really the best use of your time?

Probably not, but productive isn’t really my style.

[kazfelder]

So, uh, finals sucked.

[iphigenia-sharpe-blog]

College Life || Ginny & Kaz (Fake Marriage AU)

Ginny had been practicing it in her head over and over, unsure how exactly to ask, but she needed to save as much as she could. After cutting herself off from her father, and her mother’s seemingly having squandered Ginny’s entire trust, she had very little saved up for University. Add that to the cost of a child and a father who was KIA without ever having made Ginny a next of kin, she needed help from someone she could trust.

When she finally knocked on Kaz’s door, bouncing Sarah on her hip, her entire carefully prepared speech went out the window and she simply blurted it out.

“Will you marry me so we can go to college cheaper?”

[kazfelder]

Kaz had just gotten back from class, already feeling as if the semester was going to drown him. Hearing a knock on the door, he sighed, briefly considering pretending to be out rather than getting up from his seat on the couch. Deciding against it (there was always the chance that someone he actually wanted to see was knocking on the door rather than just Logan looking for a place to crash), he stood and made his way to the door.

Opening it, he saw Ginny standing and bouncing Sarah and decided he was glad he’d elected to get off the couch. He was about to greet them when Ginny spoke, causing his smile to falter. He raised an eyebrow, blinking at her .

“That’s the least romantic proposal I’ve ever heard.”

[sullenandsnarky-blog]

So they told me I had to make this stupid blog thing.

[kazfelder]

C’mon, I think you’ll wind up liking it.

[kazfelder]

At the End of the Day || FUBAR Friday || Viktor and Kaz

[viktorhartmut-blog]

The chaos around him caused him to freeze up. He hadn’t felt this much adrenaline around him since he’d left, and even then the leaving part wasnt something he’d opted into being in the centre of. He knew he should leave. He’d made his promises to Stark to stay as far away from HYDRA and this stuff as possible, because he couldn’t even trust himself to stop himself from following their orders. Good little demon puppy, killing for its masters. He hated that feeling, the bloodlust and clouding over of emotions caused by the lack of blocking and the adrenaline. Brain washing, the things it did.

He was going this for Ginny though. He was doing this to be with Ginny and Sarah, to protect them both from harm. That was why he was trading punches with someone, his beard matted to his face with blood. That was why his hair was laying bedraggled down his face.

His visage was why he was surprised when someone said his name, the man beside him… He recognised him from before the crash, Kaz… was his name? “Yes.” He panted, catching his breath and helping him to calm his thoughts. “Mainly Ginny’s, also partly Sarah’s.” He laughed under his breath and traded punches with another man.

“I’m on your side, I think.” Viktor could feel his control slipping slightly as he said that, causing him to misunderstand his strength and slam into his assailant with a bit more vigor than was expected. His eyes widened as he watched the man fall. He turned back to Kaz. “You are on Stark’s side, right?”

[kazfelder]

Kaz pushed everything aside long enough to read Viktor, to ensure that he wasn’t lying. When he was satisfied that the man was telling the truth, he nodded reluctantly. “Yeah,” he agreed. “Something like that.” The X-Men were sort of on their own side, but he figured they were fighting for the same end game as the Avengers at this point. They all just wanted to save their city. 

“I thought you were dead,” he added, almost as an afterthought. He told himself to avoid jumping to conclusions, to keep himself from being angry with Viktor for a situation he didn’t know anything about, but his mind kept going back to the way Ginny looked when she’d told him Viktor was dead, to the pain evident in her features, pain strong enough to shove passed his usual blocks. If Viktor had been faking, Kaz wasn’t sure he’d be able to forgive it.

A sudden echo of gunfire interrupted any conversation that might have sprouted from the question, and Kaz turned towards it instinctively. A man pointed a large gun towards the sky, firing off bullets and looking pleased with the resulting chaos as civilians scrambled to get out of his way. In the hand not holding the gun, he clutched something tightly, and Kaz craned his neck for a better look.

“Shit,” he muttered, taking an unconscious step towards Viktor. He’d never seen an infinity gem before, but he’d bet his life that that was what the man was clutching in his left hand. He figured any distrust he had for Viktor could wait; someone like this, someone who reveled in chaos and laughed at panic, shouldn’t be allowed that kind of power. Looking back to his reluctant companion, he nodded towards the man. “We gotta stop him.”

[turn-of-the-cards]

Oh, you understand the concept. Lovely. But I would not try to aim so high, young man. You are quite out of your league. Not that I would not relish putting you in your place, of course, if you are fool enough to try.

[kazfelder]

I always was an overachiever. Apparently ‘putting me in my place’ is easier said than done, but I’m glad to hear you’d have a good time doing it. That’s the number one rule, right? “Have fun”?

[kazfelder]

At the End of the Day || FUBAR Friday || Viktor and Kaz

@viktorhartmut

It was chaos. There was no other way to describe it. Kaz had seen fighting before, of course -- even as a reserve member, he went out with the X-Men enough to be familiar with the battles -- but nothing like this. The villains didn’t even seem to have a specific goal in mind; it was like all they wanted to do was hurt. 

The air was thick with fear. Kaz thought he would have felt it even without his abilities. It was unavoidable. Part of him wanted to run, to get as far away from here as possible, but a larger part could never have left with so many people in trouble.

So he ran towards the chaos, towards a girl who looked about sixteen at the oldest who was staring at the scene with fear so potent it felt like it was choking him. He almost made it in time, almost got to her side before a thick metal pipe embedded itself into her stomach. Almost. 

He felt it; the fear, the pain, the anguish, and even though he knew it was too late (he could see the bloodied end of the pipe sticking out through her back, and oh god, she was so scared), he picked up his pace and he ran. He skidded to a halt next to her side, frantically placing his hands around the pipe, desperate to stop the bleeding. She looked up at him, eyes misty, and opened her mouth. Instead of words, blood spilled out, and fuck, she was so afraid. She was scared and she was sad and she was angry and she was...

Nothing. Abruptly, it all stopped. He looked back to her face, but her eyes had dulled and she was staring up at nothing. His hands shook when he pulled them away from her, still soaked in her blood. He swallowed, staring at her face. He didn’t even know her name.

He wasn’t sure how long he sat there, battle raging on around him. It felt like hours but it couldn’t have been more than a few minutes. It was a familiar face that snapped him out of it; mainly because he’d thought said face was dead.

His legs shook when he stood, and for a moment, he thought he might fall. But somehow, impossibly, they carried his weight until he was standing next to the man. “You’re... Viktor. Ginny’s Viktor.” His voice was quiet, barely audible over the sounds of battle around them. Kaz felt a wave of anger, and he didn’t know if it was his own or if it came from the people around him.

“What side are you on?” he asked, and it came out harsher than he’d intended. He couldn’t help it; once upon a time, the man had been HYDRA, and Kaz’s mood was far beyond trusting.

[turn-of-the-cards]

Oh yes. I’m the god of rainbows and sparkles and all sorts of happy things. Doesn’t everyone know that? I’m also the god of sarcasm, in case your tiny mortal mind missed that rather glaring aspect of my previous statement.  

[kazfelder]

My tiny mortal mind’s pretty good at sarcasm, actually. Thanks for the concern, man, I really appreciate that. You wouldn’t believe how easy it is to get confused, most days I’m barely skating by.