#killgravex

[savethewcrld]

Public announcement: @killgravex mentioned the goddamn Hotline Bling over ice cream earlier and I’m still humming it. Someone save me from this personal hell.

[kilgrvve]

HC + pet peeves

hc + a word for a headcanon.

if i wrote a list of all of kilgrave’s pet peeves, it would become a novel. he gets ticked off very easily, & he often overreacts to people annoying him (remember the guy i lovingly refer to as the “coffee face guy”?)

but the main ones which spring to mind are slow people walking in front of him, especially if they have music playing. if they’re just walking, then he can tell them to move & they’ll do it, but if they’re listening to loud music, then they can’t hear him. another pet peeve of his is physical contact, so he’ll rarely tap them on the shoulder to get their attention. he’ll often wait for someone else who can hear him, & tell them to trip up the person listening to music, or push them out of his way, to clear his path.

another thing he hates is americanisms. if someone excessively uses “like” in a sentence, or any other american stereotypical idiosyncrasy, kilgrave will literally order them to stop, because he can’t stand it. “language is evolving” be damned, he hates americanisms with a burning passion.

though there are a lot more, the final one i’ll talk about is touchy-feely people. kilgrave can’t stand it when people tug on his sleeve or tap his shoulder to get attention, & when they do, it’s usually met with some sort of “punishment” for daring to invade his personal bubble. he’s okay with invading other people’s personal space, if it serves him in some way, but if someone else instigates the touching (anyone other than jessica, that is) he’ll be super pissed.

[fightmyownbattles-blog]

@killgravex

       ❝ What part of leave me the hell alone do you not understand? ❞

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@killgravex

Running for your life is always an invigorating experience. 

Winding is a more appropriate description and if she has to keep this up she’s going to hurt herself or some other poor civi bastard who isn’t involved and that’s just going to make a bad day worse. You sneak into one place and suddenly you’re the villain. Cops. Christ.

The street is thankfully crowded enough that she can dodge and weave without causing too much of a ruckus- her new friends on the other hand are not as adept at wiggling through people without barking orders or shoving which has given her a nice little head start. She’d feel more guilty for the civilians getting elbowed in the face if those goons weren’t carrying a lot of fire power and a hard-on for the idea of her behind bars. God, she hates police. 

She forces herself quickly through the  gate of a small cafe, knowing she doesn’t have too much time before they catch up. The cape comes off and gets swirled around her chest to look like a deep purple dress and she pulls out a hair clip to force shoulder length brown hair into a quick french twist as she sits across from someone and grins brightly. “How would you like to save a super hero today~?” Something still feels weirdly off and her smile falters before she snatches the mask off her face, quick as a flash, so she can tuck it into a pouch under her new dress along with her gloves. Now it just looks like she’s wearing a long sleeve grey shirt with the dress. She’s almost even in the same color as her new lunch partner. Bonus points for looking sort-of coordinated. The cops round the corner and she leans in, smiling at her new ‘friend’ like he’s just said the most interesting thing in the world.