#badassery

[gleafer]

What what what??? Today is not only Taco Tuesday it’s Top Crowley Rave day at Reddit’s @goodomensafterdark

Walk, run, skip on over and enjoy the feast of art, fanfics, memes and more of our favorite snek boi!

Here’s my contribution to the cause!❤️😈

[girlwithlandscape]

[acefromouterspacesstuff]

Izzy hauling his ass out of the cellar on one leg after being shot, having an amputation, and attempting suicide; just to shoot his best friend to defend his crew has got to be one of (if not the) most badass moments of the entire show.

[joves-cove]

Theorem: Mathematicians should start using a little sunglasses emoji at the end of proofs instead of a square

Proof: It would be badassery and coolsauce. 😎

[diogenescynic2288]

There is one missing from this set

Like I know I've seen it.

Basically I've been gathering up memetic images from fellow queers about ways that homophobes/Christians try to insult us but end up making us sound more badass in the process. Three recent examples that I've seen are:

Brought to my attention by @aevumace

@libraford posted the original thread to tumblr

I owe @genderlessgirltwink credit for sharing this to tumblr

So those three are recent to my experience and what I know I have on hand.

There's a fourth one I'm looking for. I think it might have come from a Catholic or tradCath source decrying the age of transgenderism. I know the reaction thread on tumblr ended up including Simpsons stills from the Bart runs for class president against Martin episode that featured both sides making posters with the message of "A vote for Bart is a vote for anarchy" but with differing font choices conveying different attitudes towards that message.

Did this post get lost in a turbonuking of a transwoman by the tumblr moderation staff? Is that why I can't find it?

[grain-crain-drain]

Hi! Do you think Taina is likely to suffer from nightmares?

She doesn't run away from nightmares. Nightmares run away from her before she slits their imaginary, abstract throats.

[littlemissfae]

Pride Day 11

Two of my fav live action badass wlws, def need to rewatch.

[mids-writing-blog]

MK Legends: Blood Bound

Chapter 15: Aggressive Interrogation

After a few hours of work, Amara would sit to take a break as the sun would start to settle down behind the hills and night would soon follow. The musicians of the Sun Do streets would start playing a more relaxed tune, to fit in with the setting of the scene. However, as Shao Kahn’s daughter is taking in the moment, she noticed a man in a brown colored outfit walking down the street, but then she saw the hat and it hit her. It was Erron Black, and she was not happy to see him. As he noticed her get up and approach him, he ran off, and she ran after him, pulling out her sword.

ERRON: Oh, screw this.

He said, pulling out his guns, shooting her thrice, which she blocks with ease. He tried to get on a steed, but is distracted by a sword being thrown right next to his leg, allowing Muchacha to give him a proper roundhouse to the skull, knocking him down to the ground. She pulls her sword out of the sand, sheathing it and then petting the animal.

MUCHACHA: Promise not to tell anyone?

She says to the creature, giving it an apple. The steed eats it and nuzzles off the general. 

MUCHACHA: Thank you. Now…

She picks up Erron and carries him on her shoulder (great upper body strength, picks up after pops) and carries him away. After a quick montage, she takes him to a hidden room, somewhere in the palace where he wakes up.

ERRON: Ugh… my head…

MUCHACHA: Save your complaints for later.

Said the general, walking out of the darkness and in front of the cowboy. He tries to move, quickly realizing he can’t due to being tied to a chair.

MUCHACHA: Right now…

She says, turning a mirror above her, shining moonlight in Erron’s face.

MUCHACHA: I want some God forsaken answers. Where’s the boy, Black?

She looked at him with a neutral expression, which got less cheerful by the second.

ERRON: I don’t know what you’re talking about. Now can I go home?

MUCHACHA: You know damn well what the fuck I’m talking about!

The gunslinger would lean back, his eyes grew wider by hearing her profane outburst.

ERRON: Sorry, did you just say fuck?

MUCHACHA: Don’t change the subject, gunslinger. I had a long couple of weeks, and your next few weeks are about to get much, much worse than mine have, unless you tell me what you did with the blood bender. So what’s it going to be? Quick and painless truth or slow and painful torture and/or death? The choice is yours.

She said, with one leg on the table, practically in pissing distance before the cowboy.

ERRON: You won’t get anything out of me...

As Amara heard the insult, her eye-whites turned black, and her orange eyes began to glow. She slammed the gunslingers head on the table three times, after which she pulled him up by his hair, looking him in the eye.

MUCHACHA: I’m not here for your bullshit, Black. Where is he?

He looked at her, with a chuckle.

ERRON: You know, with that tone and that expression, you’re just like your old man. Towering, threatening, and willing to kill on sight.

Progressively getting more and more angry, she pushes the table away and kicks him to the ground, pulling out her sword and pointing it at the gunslinger.

MUCHACHA: Tell me where he is, otherwise I’ll make sure you can’t say anything.

ERRON: Ah, you ain’t got the balls. And if you did, you’d never learn about the kiddo.

Grinning her teeth, she swings her sword, leaving a large scar across his chest and turning him on the side.

MUCHACHA: I’m not playing with you anymore, Black!

Erron would cough.

ERRON: Oh I know, it’s just.. I love the kind of woman that will just kill me. Notice how I didn’t say “would” or “could”, will.

She would stab his hand, cutting one of his fingers clean off, leaving Erron screeching in pain.

MUCHACHA: Save it, I’m taken.

She then takes a bit of fabric, wrapping it around the cowboys hand.

MUCHACHA: Now, the truth.

ERRON: Fine… I left the boy with Kano and the Black Dragon. You happy now??

MUCHACHA: Yes.

She said, kicking him twice in the stomach, making him cough up blood.

ERRON: Why…?

MUCHACHA: That was out of pure spite.

She would then pull him up and look at him dead in the eye, pointing to a wall with all his guns. 

MUCHACHA: Unless you want those back, you have to promise that you won’t lie to me again, are we clear, asshat?

The cowboy would look at her with a face that says “I am so done with your shit”.

ERRON: Crystal.

MUCHACHA: Good.

She says, walking away with her sword in hand, and turning with a slash and untying him. He’d get up, and slowly walking to grab his guns, and about to ask her to get out.

MUCHACHA: Right down that hallway and then jump up, you’ll be right behind the palace.

As she says that, he aims and fires at her head, which she blocks with the reflexes of a panther, chasing after him. As he climbs out, she jumps out after him, and dodges and blocks as many bullets as she can, but she takes a few with zero reaction. He runs off to his left, reloading his two six shooters. As he turns around. He noticed her running after him with a sword in one hand, and a spear from a wall in the other. He fires a flurry of bullets at her, which she blocks by spinning her. He then took out his lever-action rifle, firing at her head and she slices the bullet in half like she’s fucking Kenshi in Snowblind.

MUCHACHA: Is that all you have, Erron Black?

Erron would look at her side, exactly where he shot her.

ERRON: Looks like you’re losing a lot of blood.

MUCHACHA: Less talk, more fighting!

She yelled out while running up a staircase, blocking bullets as much as possible. Erron didn’t understand what she was doing until She stabbed the spear into a brick, pole-vaulting off of it and jumping all the way down to give the gunslinger the biggest cartwheel kick of all time, knocking him unconscious and knocking him face down. She turned him face up and pointed her sword at his neck, ready to deliver the killing blow. But then she remembers something that Nico told her back in chapter 9.

“And it's called "forgive and forget", Watson. You should try it sometimes. It'll improve the way people look at you and your overall mood.”

Tempted to stain the sands with the gunslinger’s blood, she sighs, letting go of the gunslinger, dragging him on a bit of hay and leaving a note on his chest.

MUCHACHA: I hope you don’t burn my house for this.

And she walks off. Later in the asscrack of dawn, Erron wakes up with a dizzy head and a note on his hat. It falls right into his hand and he squints to read it.

ERRON: Kick him around, if he’s not waking up, bury the evidence for me, 

ERRON: - thanks, from Mucha–

He scrunches up the sheet and throws it away, while some guards walk by.

GUARD #3: You know, the Kahn isn’t paying you to sleep around.

Erron got up and got to work, confused but glad he’s still in one piece. He turned, looking at the note again, he would pick it up and store it in his pocket. He would walk away with it sticking out of his pants walking away.

[bloodtiesstilllives]

[cuzikan]

The epitome of badassery😉😎😎

[girlwithlandscape]

[heartandlead95]

“A woman's vengeful fury is directly proportional to the intensity of her stares as she is intent on taking down men who have dared to challenge her”

[vintage-tigre]

[xsoldier]

While Venjent is always spectacular at finding a beat and making a catchy jam out of it, the lyrics in this one hit particularly hard — and I expect I'm not the only one who'll feel that way.

[eddiejfigglepuss]

poster of badassery

[xsoldier]

Always love the unexpected demonstration of a very high Dex score.

A qinggong master

English added by me :)