die, mother fuckers!

with no power comes no responsibility

[kickasser]

A  STUDY  IN:     d.i.y.,    overestimation,   royally  fucking  up,    and  hoping  that  the  end  justifies  the  means.

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[kickasser]

vihilum​.

@kickasser said, “I wouldn’t call it bravery.”

He was ahead of her thinking, for once. Kate would normally call it stupidity that had gotten him hurt. But she spared him the lecture she knew he was already giving himself. She set the split at his brow, the gash reached his crown. “Okay.” Not the first time she didn’t agree with him. Kate’s fingers combed through his curls lightly, wiping the blood from his hair, “I would.”

It was a hit he didn’t have to take for her. A hit that could have easily gotten either of them killed. “I’d say it was very brave.”

he groans, touches his fingers to where he feels the burning of his head. it doesn’t hurt as much as it probably should, which is saying a lot, because it fucking stings. her hand moving his hair tugs at the skin.

“thanks.” and he means it, even if he mostly just feels like a fucking idiot. “think it needs stitches?” 

[filmreel]

AARON TAYLOR-JOHNSON AS JAMES FREY A Million Little Pieces (2018) dir. Sam Taylor-Johnson 

[kickasser]

‘  holy  motherforking  shirtballs .  ’

         “you  can  say    ‘fuck’    y’know.  i’m  not  some  baby.”      head  nods  and  glasses  slip;  a  finger  comes  to  save  them.    “i  say  it  all  the  time.”

                                   the  good  place.         @strnza

[kickasser]

‘  i  came  to  apologize .  there …  i  did  it .  i  apologized .  ’

        she  stops  him  as  he’s  walking  past  the  door  of  the  restaurant.  his  boots  scuff  on  the  concrete,  and  he  tenses  at  the  sudden  sound  of  her  voice  ----  just  instinct.  he’s  a  bit  out  of  breath,  and  he  pulls  on  the  strings  of  his  hoodie,  tightening  it  around  his  face  to  make  sure  the  green  of  his  top  doesn’t  show  through  the  too-loose  collar.  “uh,  yeah.  apology  accepted.  for  sure.”

                                         the  good  place.         @rottenone​

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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 .  ’

[konront]

Aaron Taylor-Johnson as Dave Lizewski Kick-Ass (2010) dir. Matthew Vaughn

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[kickasser]

rottenone​.

“oh,  that’s  great.”   a  feigned  smile  as  she  holds  her  hand  out.   the  grin  drops  within  a  nanosecond.   “twenty - five,  even.   we’re  out  of  cupholders,  by  the  way.”

two  tens  and  a  five.  a  couple  of  the  corners  are  torn,  creases  down  the  middle  are  deep.  he  has  the  decency  to  be  a  little  embarrassed,  at  least,  handing  her  the  money,  all  lukewarm  and  floppy.  “i’ll  eat  a  few  here.  if  that’s  ...  cool?”

[kickasser]

rottenone·.

the  piercing  stare  observes  his  appearance.   if  he’s  trying  to  hide  that  he’s  been  in  a  fight,  he’s  doing  a  terrible  job.   to  her,  anyway.   maybe  she’s  just  seen  too  much  of  her  friends  coming  back  roughed  up.   “you  have  lunch  money  or  did  the  bullies  shake  you  down  for  it?”

“i  have  money.”  and  it’s  true.  it’s  sweaty  and  crinkled  because  of  the  way  he  had  it  shoved  into  his  pocket,  but  it’s  there.  “and  i  haven’t  had  it  stolen  in  a  while.”

[kickasser]

STARTER  CALL   @rottenone​ 

           split  lip  the  only  remnant,  he’s  changed  into  dirty  sneakers,  holey  jeans,  a  lord  of  the  rings  t-shirt.  glasses  are  slightly  askew  over  the  swelling  in  his  cheek;  past  that,  it’s  easy  to  smile  a  little  into,  “can  i  get  taho?  five  of  ‘em?”

[kickasser]

vihilum​.

POP! POP! POP!

“They have guns!” Bullets ricochet off off unlit signs, shattering bulbs, glass crunching under every hurried step. The shots keep missing, but they keep coming, and Kate doesn’t slow even once. But there are no more turns - they’ve meandered into a series of dead ends nestled within a small outlet mall, connected to the warehouse. Their best defense is out in the open - a jewelry counter, towards which she makes a nosedive for cover, tugging the crook of Dave’s elbow with her. She angles her bow back, crouched and with little indication she’s hitting her mark right - she focuses on the sound of the gunfire, where it’s coming from, and that’s when she fires off the arrow.

There’s quiet. Her eyes flicker to Dave’s. Should we check?

part of him feels responsible for the subsequent shots that ring out. (he’s been shot at before. it never gets better. always a clammy chill down his spine, imagining the burning of a bullet embedded in himself. or even worse, now, in kate.) ducking and crouching he runs with her the best he can, heavy soles clapping with hurried gait, coming to a rough stop kneeling next to her. the hiss of her arrow and the gun fire silences. they lock eyes, and he inhales once and quickly before twisting to check.

                  he doesn’t doubt her aim, and the loyalty is rewarded when he sees a person on the ground, cradling where an arrow protrudes. he relaxes enough to fuck himself over, because another round of shots pop off, the wounded suddenly being pulled backwards by reinforcements. one grazes the outer edge of his forearm, and he gives a strangled, “fuck!” before he watches blood bloom into green fabric.

[vihilum-deactivated20250612]

@kickasser said, “Sometimes it feels good to fuck with something. Instead of always being fucked with.”

Kate’s gaze settled on his profile. She watched him for a moment, mulled over what to say. “Dave,” though they were both cloaked in their suits, his cowl was not adorned, but set down beside his hand, “this can give you power, no,” clarification hitched in a breath, “this does give you power,” her digits brushed the mask, “some people wear a uniform and think,” she inhaled slow, “they can away with a lot.” 

Kate’s hair was swept back, pulled up high, her face was on display. “What you do with this is up to you,” she knew he didn’t owe this world anything, “just be true to who you are,” she stole one of his fries, popped it into her mouth, “remember why you started, and all that jazz.”

[vulcansalute]

AARON TAYLOR-JOHNSON A Million Little Pieces (2018)

[kickasser]

vihilum​.

“Here and there,” there was a trace of modesty to her smile, ebbed away when her hues darted over to Dave’s, like she so desperately wanted to fill him in on a secret and was debating over whether to spill. “The Young Avengers,” Kate shrugged nonchalantly, “at my sister’s wedding. I saved their skins.” In a way, claiming that mantle had saved hers too. Given her a sense of purpose that never wavered. “I’d never done any of this before when I first worked with them. I was just another civilian. They didn’t know who I was,” the car meandered towards a drive-thru, as promised, “it felt good, proving myself to them, proving myself to myself,”shoulders shrugged lightly, “you ever think about that? The moment you became cool for yourself?”

          “    the young avengers?    come on.   “    if the imposter syndrome beforehand was out of control,   you should see it the moment she says that.    it’s almost palpable,   the way it starts to permeate.   he chews on his lower lip,    thinking.    “   i thought i was cool at first.   uh,   for the wrong reasons.    “   an understatement,    but at least he’s being honest.     “   think i’m still waiting on my moment.    “

[kickasser]

vihilum·.

Once he sends the hand flying in the direction of the opposite corridor, is when Kate’s heart lurches to her throat. “We should…” she spun on her heel, and turned straight into an array of mannequins clustered together just behind her. As they started to sway, Kate’s arms rose in a desperate attempt to capture them, a few landing within her grip. But she underestimated their weight, and her shoe slid a few inches, enough for Kate to lose grip on the collection, all of them slipping from her grasp - she slips on her heel, and steadies herself, “Shit,” under her breath. The clattering echoes down the hall, and as the mannequins hit the floor, pieces break apart and glide, and the entire crowd they have submerged themselves at the heart of starts to tip over like dominoes. She can’t salvage this - hues flicker in Dave’s direction, and a nervous, exasperated smile cracks across her features, “We dip.”

he   hears   his   own   voice   inside   his   head   give   a   hearty   FUCK!   once   he   hears   the   start   of   the   topple,   and   they   start   to   be   revelaed   in   the   crowd.   fingers   find   his   batons   --   it's   an   instinct,   grip   offering   some   comfort.   he   doesn't   bother   being   quiet   when   he   starts   running,   thick   soles   of   hihs   boots   making   heavy   contact   on   the   floor.   he   angles   his   head   when   he   turns   the   corner,   whispering   urgently   in      ...      not   really   a   whisper.   ❛   you   think   they   have   guns?   ❜