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[failedcrown]

what if i ran three blogs....

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IT'S LIKE SHE CAN'T STOP HERSELF. Elena is gone, she's left Maeve, and there's a whole lot of dead promises going around. Even still, this feels like a violation. Having Butcher here. In this space. Where her and Elena lived, laughed, and loved. It's also where they broke the fuck apart. She still thinks she can smell her perfume. Like her scent is a ghost haunting the apartment. Every corner is marked by a memory, marred by it. She looks at @failedcunt with storms in her eyes. And it's not his fault. But still.

“ ---- Don't touch that, asshole. ”

[failedcrown]

QUEEN MAEVE IS DEAD, BUT SHE'S NOT BURIED. Haven't you heard? The sales for her merch is through the fucking roof right now. Her face is plastered all over your TV, too. And so the caricature becomes a legend. She might be human now like the rest of America, but if she has her way, no one is ever gonna know that.

Except Butcher. She arrives at his doorstep, and hates herself a million times over for being there. She hopes he won't answer. So of course he does.

And she might be an eye down, but that doesn't stop her from flinching at the sight of him. He represents something, maybe freedom, but something else, too. He is everything she hates about herself, she thinks.

“ You look like shit. ” Which is, rich, coming from her. She still tastes the copper of blood in her mouth, like she's still bleeding out. Stepping into his place, she shrugs, and makes a slight amendment: “ More so than usual. ”

"well, well, well. ain't this something."

for added dramatic effect, butcher gives @failedcrown an extended once-over before opening the door to his apartment fully, a silent invitation inside. when he kicks the door closed, he fingers at the hospital bracelet he hasn't had the time to cut off his wrist and, for a moment, wonders if she can smell it on him--the tumor, the death.

either way, it doesn't make much difference. though it seems as though both of them may be headed toward the same whimper of an end rather than the bang he'd long believed he was destined for, all things considered.

if he were to allow himself a moment to introspect on whatever it is he's feeling--now and at any given moment--he thinks he'd be relieved to see her.

"i reckon that i ought to consider myself grateful, given that i'm a pit stop on the brave maeve farewell tour."

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𝐖𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃  𝐘𝐎𝐔  𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑  (𝟐𝟎𝟏𝟑)  -   a  collection  of  movie  sentence  starters.   adjust phrasing, pronouns,  etc.  as  necessary.   tw:  drinking,  death,  violence.   

i had no place to turn.

you mad at me or something?

why would i be mad at you?

i feel like i let you down.

you can’t always be the hero.

i could really use the quiet.

it’s gonna be fine. we’ll get through this.

i trust that you will be on your best behavior tonight.

i mean, really. what’s the point?

why are you doing this?

i want to help you.

you have no idea how hard i’ve worked.

is all this necessary?

there’s no better window into a person’s character than the decisions that they make while under duress.

what the hell is this?

i knew this was too good to be true.

someone’s had a little too much to drink.

you go to hell, you sick motherfucker.

i don’t think i can do this.

you’re fucking crazy.

the least you could do is show a little fucking respect.

psycho little bitch.

you heard me, bitch.

opening your mouth was a big mistake.

i will fuck that guy up if i get the chance.

they want us to turn on each other.

yeah, we’re fucked.

they’re gonna kill us.

i’ve been through worse.

let’s just get it over with.

what the fuck is the matter with you people?

what did i ever do to you?

it’s just like life, isn’t it? no do-overs.

he needs medical attention.

can i stab her anywhere?

put some pressure on it.

can you breathe?

she’s not unconscious. she’s dead.

i tried to help her.

you made a decision and there’s a consequence.

keep your sarcasm to yourself.

they shot him.

is there a way out?

you’re lucky you didn’t get us all killed.

keep your petulant mouth shut.

why are you pointing a gun in my face?

now he’s dead.

i can’t do it.

that isn’t possible.

it’s over. we’re done. we can go home.

i think we have some things in common.

you’re here for someone else, right?

i’ll bet you’d do anything for him.

i know exactly how you feel.

i believe a “thank you” is in order.

oh my god, what did you do?

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HE KNOWS AN AWFUL FUCKING LOT ABOUT THE BATMAN. “ You sound like a scorned groupie, ” she laughs. It's kind of a weird thing, when Maeve laughs; it's a noise more than a sound. And it's never entirely sincere, either.

Whatever disappointment she might feel is shut out by taking another swing of her scotch. It's almost frightening, how Maeve can never finish a drink without someone swooping in to save the day and make sure her glass is refilled in record time. If she didn't know any better, she'd think Gotham was trying to woo the Queen of the Seven into their city.

She hasn't entirely given up on the whole Batman cameo plan, but he's not exactly here to persuade, now is he?

“ What about you? ” She asks Gotham's most famous billionaire. She leans in closer to him, and her expression has too much teeth to be considered a smile, really. “ Do you also have a stick up your ass or do you prefer a different kind of being fucked over? ”

Bruce tries not to show how much he loathes every minute of this. If you had told him years ago that the trajectory of "Heroes" and corporations alike would be so entwined and corrupted, that there would be talent searches and parents willingly giving their children compound V, he wouldn't have believed.

But he should have.

He underestimated how h u n g r y people are for fame and fortune, how many of them would convince themselves that their kids suffering just a 'little' bit is fine if they came out with a good power and ticket to stardom.

His attention snaps back to Maeve, he doesn't know what to think of her. She's a walking, talking billboard for Vought, after all. He just smiles, the kind of smile that politicians would die for, not too friendly but warm enough that you don't think he's complete schmuck.

"Him?" Bruce lets out a soft chuckle. "No, not happening. That guy has a huge—," he leans forward, whispering to her,"— s t i c k up his ass. Never smiles. He takes his 'job' too fucking seriously. The "Batman" is a complete tool,sadly. You're lucky if you get a picture with the guy. Believe me, I tried."

[failedcrown]

starter? interested in a starter, anyone?

[failedcrown]

starter? interested in a starter, anyone?

[failedcrown]

Send 🛌 for our muses to wake up in bed together after having had sex together for the first time the night before.

[failedcrown]

starter? interested in a starter, anyone?

[failedcrown]

DUNE (2021) SENTENCE STARTERS

❛ Dreams are messages from the deep. ❜

❛ Why do we have to go through all of this when it’s already been decided? ❜

❛ You look tired. More dreams? ❜

❛ There is no call we do not answer. There is no faith that we betray. ❜

❛ So, it’s done? ❜

❛ Can I trust you with something? ❜

❛ I’ve been having dreams. ❜

❛ That’s a good omen right there, right? ❜

❛ I saw you lying dead. Fallen in battle. ❜

❛ Dreams make good stories, but everything important happens when we’re awake, because that’s where we make things happen. ❜

❛ I need you by my side. ❜

❛ I want you sitting in on my council, learn what I do. ❜

❛ If your answer is “no” you’ll still be the only thing I ever needed you to be, my son. ❜

❛ I found my own way to it. Maybe you’ll find yours. ❜

❛ Don’t stand with your back to the door. How many times do we have to tell you? ❜

❛ That’s rude. ❜

❛ I’m not in the mood today. ❜

❛ You fight when the necessity arises, no matter the mood. Now, fight! ❜

❛ You don’t get it, do you? You don’t really understand the grave nature of what’s happening to us. ❜

❛ You have to be ready. ❜

❛ When is a gift not a gift? ❜

❛ Not a word of this to anyone. ❜

❛ Remember your training. ❜

❛ Defiance in the eyes, like his father. ❜

❛ Come here. Kneel. ❜

❛ How dare you use the Voice on me? ❜

❛ Why are you doing this? ❜

❛ An animal caught in a trap will gnaw off its own leg to escape. What will you do? ❜

❛ I must not fear. Fear is the mind-killer. ❜

❛ Fear is the little death that brings obliteration. ❜

❛ If you had been unable to control your impulses like an animal, we could not have let you live. ❜

❛ You have more than one birthright. ❜

❛ Do you often dream things that happen just as you dreamt them? ❜

❛ Goodbye, young human. I hope you’ll live. ❜

❛ Did you have to go that far? ❜

❛ Do you see so little hope? ❜

❛ All part of the plan. ❜

❛ How does it feel to walk on a new world? ❜

❛ Let’s get you out of the sun. The heat can kill in this place. ❜

❛ They see what they’ve been told to see. ❜

❛ What do they say about this hell hole again? ❜

❛ If you mean to harm me, I must warn you whatever you’re hiding, it won’t be enough. ❜

❛ When you have lived with a prophecy for so long the moment of revelation is a shock. ❜

❛ You shouldn’t be out here at this time of the day. ❜

❛ I failed you today. There’s no excuse. ❜

❛ They tried to take the life of my son! ❜

❛ I don’t give a damn about your honor. You want absolution? Go catch some spies. ❜

❛ Allow them the dignity of exile. ❜

❛ I give you my word. We would not harm them. ❜

❛ The desert takes the weak. ❜

❛ A hostage? I love it. ❜

❛ I have to tell you, I’ve never come so close to dying. ❜

❛ I respect the personal dignity of any man that respects mine. ❜

❛ Name what you want. If it’s in my power to grant I’ll give it and ask for nothing. ❜

❛ Why don’t you stay. We would honor you. ❜

❛ Honor requires that I be elsewhere. ❜

❛ I know who you are. ❜

❛ You wait till you see it. It’s beautiful out there. ❜

❛ So what happens now? ❜

❛ We won’t make it. You have to evacuate. ❜

❛ It’s getting close, guys. We better abandon the ship now. ❜

❛ There is protocol for a reason, if we take one step out we’re as good as dead. ❜

❛ I recognize your footsteps. ❜

❛ What’s wrong with you? Come on. Let’s go. ❜

❛ You cannot take such risks. You do have responsibilities. ❜

❛ We’ve been set up to fail. ❜

❛ Take good care of your family. ❜

❛ The desert’s not kind to humans either. ❜

❛ I had a vision. My eyes were wide open. ❜

❛ I thought I saw my death, only it wasn’t. ❜

❛ I know you’re pregnant. ❜

❛ Anyone who defies us will fall. ❜

❛ There’s something you need to know about [name]. ❜

❛ I trusted you completely, even when you walked in shadows. Now I’m asking you this one thing. ❜

❛ If anything happens will you protect our son? ❜

❛ Why are you having these thoughts? ❜

❛ I thought we’d have more time. ❜

❛ I should have married you. ❜

❛ I had no choice. ❜

❛ I will do what I can. And you will kill a man for me. ❜

❛ Why not just cut their throats? ❜

❛ Don’t you dare touch my mother. ❜

❛ Kill him. ❜

❛ For hundreds of years we’ve traded blood for blood. But no more. ❜

❛ Here I am, here I remain! ❜

❛ It’s not safe for you here. ❜

❛ I am commanded to say nothing, to see nothing. ❜

❛ The Emperor sent us here to die. ❜

❛ You’re scared. I can see it. Tell me, please, what do you fear? ❜

❛ Somebody help me, please. ❜

❛ You know who you are. ❜

❛ Get off me! You did this to me! ❜

❛ It’s recycled water from the tent. Sweat and tears. ❜

❛ Yet you risk your life to help us. ❜

❛ The storm will be here in a few hours. We’ll be safe here. ❜

❛ Would you bear witness? ❜

❛ You’d make a play for the throne? ❜

❛ He brought you here to kill you. ❜

❛ You’re a lost boy hiding in a hole in the ground. ❜

❛ I’ve seen your dream. ❜

❛ We have to go. We have no choice. ❜

❛ You’re not coming with us? ❜

❛ The mystery of life isn’t a problem to solve. But a reality to experience. ❜

❛ Nothing survives such a storm. ❜

❛ Don’t be frightened. Even a little desert mouse can survive. ❜

❛ You’ll need to face your fears. ❜

❛ You have much to learn. And I will show you the ways of the desert. ❜

❛ I think this is the right direction. ❜

❛ We are not alone. ❜

❛ Do not run. You will only waste your bodies water. ❜

❛ We have powerful friends. You help us off world, you will be well rewarded. ❜

❛ What wealth can you offer beyond the water in your flesh. ❜

❛ Why didn’t you say you were a weirding woman and a fighter? ❜

❛ I would not have let you hurt my friends. ❜

❛ You talk like a leader, but the strongest leads. ❜

❛ Don’t be frightened. Don’t resist. ❜

❛ When you take a life, you take your own. ❜

❛ I want you to die with honor. ❜

❛ You should welcome my blade. This world will kill you. Quicker this way. ❜

❛ Do you yield? ❜

❛ There is no yielding under the Amtal rule, only death is the test of that. ❜

❛ [name] has never killed a man. ❜

❛ You’re one of us now. A life for a life. ❜

❛ [name] needs to get off world. You must have ways. You have smugglers, you have ships. ❜

❛ My road leads into the desert. ❜

❛ If you’ll have us, we will come. ❜

❛ This is only the beginning. ❜

[failedcrown]

DUNE (2021) SENTENCE STARTERS

❛ Dreams are messages from the deep. ❜

❛ Why do we have to go through all of this when it’s already been decided? ❜

❛ You look tired. More dreams? ❜

❛ There is no call we do not answer. There is no faith that we betray. ❜

❛ So, it’s done? ❜

❛ Can I trust you with something? ❜

❛ I’ve been having dreams. ❜

❛ That’s a good omen right there, right? ❜

❛ I saw you lying dead. Fallen in battle. ❜

❛ Dreams make good stories, but everything important happens when we’re awake, because that’s where we make things happen. ❜

❛ I need you by my side. ❜

❛ I want you sitting in on my council, learn what I do. ❜

❛ If your answer is “no” you’ll still be the only thing I ever needed you to be, my son. ❜

❛ I found my own way to it. Maybe you’ll find yours. ❜

❛ Don’t stand with your back to the door. How many times do we have to tell you? ❜

❛ That’s rude. ❜

❛ I’m not in the mood today. ❜

❛ You fight when the necessity arises, no matter the mood. Now, fight! ❜

❛ You don’t get it, do you? You don’t really understand the grave nature of what’s happening to us. ❜

❛ You have to be ready. ❜

❛ When is a gift not a gift? ❜

❛ Not a word of this to anyone. ❜

❛ Remember your training. ❜

❛ Defiance in the eyes, like his father. ❜

❛ Come here. Kneel. ❜

❛ How dare you use the Voice on me? ❜

❛ Why are you doing this? ❜

❛ An animal caught in a trap will gnaw off its own leg to escape. What will you do? ❜

❛ I must not fear. Fear is the mind-killer. ❜

❛ Fear is the little death that brings obliteration. ❜

❛ If you had been unable to control your impulses like an animal, we could not have let you live. ❜

❛ You have more than one birthright. ❜

❛ Do you often dream things that happen just as you dreamt them? ❜

❛ Goodbye, young human. I hope you’ll live. ❜

❛ Did you have to go that far? ❜

❛ Do you see so little hope? ❜

❛ All part of the plan. ❜

❛ How does it feel to walk on a new world? ❜

❛ Let’s get you out of the sun. The heat can kill in this place. ❜

❛ They see what they’ve been told to see. ❜

❛ What do they say about this hell hole again? ❜

❛ If you mean to harm me, I must warn you whatever you’re hiding, it won’t be enough. ❜

❛ When you have lived with a prophecy for so long the moment of revelation is a shock. ❜

❛ You shouldn’t be out here at this time of the day. ❜

❛ I failed you today. There’s no excuse. ❜

❛ They tried to take the life of my son! ❜

❛ I don’t give a damn about your honor. You want absolution? Go catch some spies. ❜

❛ Allow them the dignity of exile. ❜

❛ I give you my word. We would not harm them. ❜

❛ The desert takes the weak. ❜

❛ A hostage? I love it. ❜

❛ I have to tell you, I’ve never come so close to dying. ❜

❛ I respect the personal dignity of any man that respects mine. ❜

❛ Name what you want. If it’s in my power to grant I’ll give it and ask for nothing. ❜

❛ Why don’t you stay. We would honor you. ❜

❛ Honor requires that I be elsewhere. ❜

❛ I know who you are. ❜

❛ You wait till you see it. It’s beautiful out there. ❜

❛ So what happens now? ❜

❛ We won’t make it. You have to evacuate. ❜

❛ It’s getting close, guys. We better abandon the ship now. ❜

❛ There is protocol for a reason, if we take one step out we’re as good as dead. ❜

❛ I recognize your footsteps. ❜

❛ What’s wrong with you? Come on. Let’s go. ❜

❛ You cannot take such risks. You do have responsibilities. ❜

❛ We’ve been set up to fail. ❜

❛ Take good care of your family. ❜

❛ The desert’s not kind to humans either. ❜

❛ I had a vision. My eyes were wide open. ❜

❛ I thought I saw my death, only it wasn’t. ❜

❛ I know you’re pregnant. ❜

❛ Anyone who defies us will fall. ❜

❛ There’s something you need to know about [name]. ❜

❛ I trusted you completely, even when you walked in shadows. Now I’m asking you this one thing. ❜

❛ If anything happens will you protect our son? ❜

❛ Why are you having these thoughts? ❜

❛ I thought we’d have more time. ❜

❛ I should have married you. ❜

❛ I had no choice. ❜

❛ I will do what I can. And you will kill a man for me. ❜

❛ Why not just cut their throats? ❜

❛ Don’t you dare touch my mother. ❜

❛ Kill him. ❜

❛ For hundreds of years we’ve traded blood for blood. But no more. ❜

❛ Here I am, here I remain! ❜

❛ It’s not safe for you here. ❜

❛ I am commanded to say nothing, to see nothing. ❜

❛ The Emperor sent us here to die. ❜

❛ You’re scared. I can see it. Tell me, please, what do you fear? ❜

❛ Somebody help me, please. ❜

❛ You know who you are. ❜

❛ Get off me! You did this to me! ❜

❛ It’s recycled water from the tent. Sweat and tears. ❜

❛ Yet you risk your life to help us. ❜

❛ The storm will be here in a few hours. We’ll be safe here. ❜

❛ Would you bear witness? ❜

❛ You’d make a play for the throne? ❜

❛ He brought you here to kill you. ❜

❛ You’re a lost boy hiding in a hole in the ground. ❜

❛ I’ve seen your dream. ❜

❛ We have to go. We have no choice. ❜

❛ You’re not coming with us? ❜

❛ The mystery of life isn’t a problem to solve. But a reality to experience. ❜

❛ Nothing survives such a storm. ❜

❛ Don’t be frightened. Even a little desert mouse can survive. ❜

❛ You’ll need to face your fears. ❜

❛ You have much to learn. And I will show you the ways of the desert. ❜

❛ I think this is the right direction. ❜

❛ We are not alone. ❜

❛ Do not run. You will only waste your bodies water. ❜

❛ We have powerful friends. You help us off world, you will be well rewarded. ❜

❛ What wealth can you offer beyond the water in your flesh. ❜

❛ Why didn’t you say you were a weirding woman and a fighter? ❜

❛ I would not have let you hurt my friends. ❜

❛ You talk like a leader, but the strongest leads. ❜

❛ Don’t be frightened. Don’t resist. ❜

❛ When you take a life, you take your own. ❜

❛ I want you to die with honor. ❜

❛ You should welcome my blade. This world will kill you. Quicker this way. ❜

❛ Do you yield? ❜

❛ There is no yielding under the Amtal rule, only death is the test of that. ❜

❛ [name] has never killed a man. ❜

❛ You’re one of us now. A life for a life. ❜

❛ [name] needs to get off world. You must have ways. You have smugglers, you have ships. ❜

❛ My road leads into the desert. ❜

❛ If you’ll have us, we will come. ❜

❛ This is only the beginning. ❜

[failedcrown]

SHE KNOWS HOW TO FIGHT, AND SHE KNOWS HOW TO FUCK. The problem is that Diana is here to do neither. She's here to... what? Inspire Maeve to believe in the better parts of herself? It's so fucking sickening to even consider, that there could be anything beneath the layers of rot that starts from her skin, spreads to her bones, and goes deeper to whatever is left of her soul. If she ever even had one. She's given away so many parts of herself--- her mind, her conscious, her heart--- so fuck, maybe she really is just nothing more than a shell wearing the costume of someone noble. There's crueler ways to say that there's nothing left. Everything Diana sees, or claims to see, is just a farce. She's not a woman- she's a girl. Hell, she's not even a fucking HUMAN BEING, Diana. She's a goddamn science experiment. Don't you get it?!

Diana can string together sentiments like a poet, but the beauty of words doesn't scrub clean the shit show of reality. And it's suddenly important to Maeve for pour gasoline over Diana's pretty little speech. While the warrior woman steps closer, the cowardly supe doesn't budge an inch. She looks at her with eyes that could even be considered warm. “ Do you know he killed for me? Because that's how he showed his love? ” If love is ripping a guy apart limb from limb because he dared to smile politely at your girlfriend, then Homelander is the Boyfriend of the Goddamn Decade. “ I knew he did it, too. I knew that anyone who so much as looked my way was a fucking goner if Homelander saw it. ” She nods, like she's giving permission for this to be the truth.

Forget your lasso, Diana. Maeve will spill her guts without it. Maybe then you'll really, finally get it. “ And do you know what I did, Diana? ” She must muster some courage to spit out the next words. To say them without letting the disgust suffocate her. She dies inside, while her voice remains leveled. “ I stayed with the asshole. I kept waving at our adoring public by his side. I fucked him as many times as he wanted me to. He's all over me. I can still smell him on me. ” She steps closer to Diana, so close their lips could touch. And it's a sad and amazing thing, how she can smile so wickedly. “So, what are you here to do, Diana? See the blood that's all over my hands and tell me you still want me? Fuck your words of affirmation. I don't need them. Why don't you actually do something for once? ”

          there's a tempest of emotions swirling around within your azure gaze —— they're a mirror of the ones maeve's currently reflecting. the same haunting echoes of a warrior's burden, the same wounds carved deep into your soul by the weight of impossible choices. her outburst, voice jagged with pain, is like a sword suspended by a thread —— poised to fall and shatter whatever fragile trust you've managed to build amongst one another. the words maeve spits at you are laced with venom, but beneath them lies a festering wound, infected by guilt, shame, blood that stains her hands, and the soul she feels slipping further away each day. gods do not tremble before the fire —— they rise from its ashes, reborn from its flames. you do not wish to burn maeve, nor to even pity her —— she is not a flower to wither under your gaze, nor is she a monster to be feared. how do you show that?

          you take a step closer; not to close the distance between you, but rather to offer your presence. a solidity that her crumbling walls can lean upon if she allows. there is no judgment in your eyes, only the wisdom of countless battles fought. not just with sword and shield, but with your heart. with your soul. “ does it terrify you that i see you? that i see the battles you fight, sacrifices you make —— even the pain you carry? you wear the scars like they are armor, but they are not the real you. it is not the entirety of you. ” the real her. the one she fears to show is not lost, merely hidden, awaiting to rise again. there is a wall maeve is desperate to keep between you —— as if your understanding is a blade she cannot afford let close to her heart. as if you will betray her like homelander. but, you press on, because you know —— oh, how you know —— the value of such wounds. as well as the danger of allowing them to fester in the dirt.

          “ your choices do not repel me, maeve. you must know there is a strength within you, greater than anything he could ever taint or corrupt. you must know it. ”

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SHE FLINCHES LIKE SHE'S BEEN STRUCK. With a stony face, she glares at Laura, and it's just not just her regular meanness there. It's hatred. Nothing burns brighter, nothing is more scathing, than her ability to hate herself more than she feels for anything else. She tried love once and found her heart was too small for it. And, right in this moment, she also really despises herself for breaking the goddamn vape. Anything would be better than rawdogging this conversation.

“ A superhero. ” She chokes on the phrase. You know it's bad when she doesn't laugh in your face. All that anger is venom that rots her from the inside out.“ So is that what I am now? ” Teeth grit. “ Fucking news to me. ”

          𝚢𝚘𝚞'𝚛𝚎 𝚞𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚙 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚟𝚎 —– it's like gazing into a mirror of sorts. (you were right when you said the two of you were more alike than maeve realizes. you make the same comments to yourself.) you don't flinch, nor allow the snide laughter or casual destruction of the vape to draw any reaction from you. instead, your expression remains unmoved and unfazed. the sentiment is known better to you than anyone: THE TOUGHEST ARMOR IS OFTEN THE MOST BRITTLE. ❝ fuck the costume, i'm talking about what's under it. the part that doesn't come off —– the part that sticks with you. ❞ you know the sting of being known too well, but not well enough. everyone loves the wolverine / everyone hates x-23. the way it twists inside your body like a blade between the ribs. it's not something you ever asked for, either.

❝ did you ever want to be a superhero? ❞

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i know us tumblr girlies like to make our characters overpowered, but i’m here to tell you that maeve is NOT the most powerful in any universe!! There are several who could beat her ass ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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THE BOYS Season 4, Episode 7 - The Insider

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lms to ship :///

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@deweaponize said: you and i are more alike than you realize.

MAEVE HATES THE CONCEPT OF BEING KNOWN. And in order to compare yourself to someone, it's true that you must know them. She looks at Laura, completely unimpressed with the sentiment and rolls her eyes. “ Is that so? ” she asks, sarcasm as lethal as her bare fists. She wakes the vape in her hands and breaks it in half, a casual act of violence that runs so deep in her veins.

“ Trust me: the only time you should wanna be like me is if it's Halloween. ” She laughs humorlessly. “ I make for a great costume.”