as Four

“Then get off me,” she snarled, struggling against his grip, hiding fear under aggression. A lifetime around less than savory people had left her paranoid enough to feel him coming, but the jerkoff was bigger and faster than she had dealt with in the past. Almost as if he was practiced at it, which just scared her all the more and made her movements more desperate and sharp. No one would come if she called, but she opened her mouth to scream anyway (maybe just to spite him) as she aimed a kick back at his knee.

   "   no.   "   it   was   uttered   out   of   his   pained   mouth   --   confused   as   to   why   on   earth   she   was   fighting   this   hard?   HADN'T   SHE   KNOWN   HE   WAS   THREE   TIMES   HER   SIZE?   a   large   hand   seizes   her   wrist,   pulling   her   closer   to   him   --   despite   the   kick   to   the   knees.   he   felt   nothing.   [   give   into   me.   ]   

 he  and  atlas  are  one  in  the  same:  cursed  to  hold  a  weight  that  he  cant  bear.  still  standing,  not  because  he  can,  BUT  BECAUSE  HE  HAS  TO.    /    #𝐍𝐄𝐆𝐎𝐓𝐈𝐀𝐍𝐓.  independent  &  selective  obi-wan  kenobi  rp  blog.  exiled  by  katie.

Black Bear (2020)

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being tortured would make most girls black out or something.  but i’m so hardcore, ᶤ  ʷᵃˢ  ʷᶤᵗʰ  ᵗʰᵉᵐ  ᵗʰᵉ  ʷʰᵒˡᵉ  ᵗᶤᵐᵉ!  i could feel them gutting me.  under my ribs, up into my belly, then right through my heart.  [𝚃𝙷𝙴𝚈 𝙺𝙸𝙻𝙻𝙴𝙳 𝚈𝙾𝚄].  i’m here, aren’t i?  i mean, yeah, they did go all benihana on my ass.  and it should’ve killed me, but for some reason..  it didn’t.

john wick (2014) dir. chad stahelski