#vigilantebullshit

DEFENDERS 1.01 // accepting // @vigilantebullshit sent — " hero's your word. not mine. "

Elektra pauses briefly at the indignity of being interrupted, eyes narrowing. She'd been referring to the quartet of heroes that had stood against the Hand, and by extension herself, some time ago. "Right." She actually understands resisting the term, feels a smidge of recognition that like her, Jessica Jones uses no other name except her own. Anyway, the point is... "You're smart. You fight well. And I think this is something best kept from either of our ex-boyfriends."

               it   really   makes   him   wonder   how   many   OTHER   pricks   are   out   there   living   double   lives   and   lying   to   their   spouse.      women   can   be   the   culprit   too,   and   he   has   in   fact   tailed   a   few   women   in   his   career.      but   back   to   the   matter   at   hand,   his   current   subject   was   currently   in   line   at   the   fast   food   joint.      nothing   TOO   suspicious,   but   for   the   fact   he   seemed   to   be   ordering   a   lot   more   food   than   what   was   appropriate   for   three   people.

THE MUMMY (1999) // accepting // @vigilantebullshit sent — ❝ compared to you, the other plagues were a joy. ❞

The tripped security system lights up every floor of the building like Christmas, the persistent high-pitched blares still echoing in Elektra’s ears. Escaped, but barely, and only after bypassing the auto-lock features on the doors by breaking glass and taking a six-story free fall onto an unsuspecting vehicle below.

Elektra lands on the trunk, absorbing the impact with control. She rises up from bended knee and takes in her battered partner.

❝ compared to you, the other plagues were a joy. ❞

jessica  jones  (  @vigilantebullshit  )  said  to  bex  bailey  ;  ❝ this isn’t gonna end well. ❞

❝ wow, that’s terrible. here, you try it. ❞

❝ when they say caring is sharing, ❞   words are lowly uttered,  slow as though there's any true thought going into words.  recent months have been nothing but endless hell,  one disaster after another.  hearing bobby tried to hire PI to find her is...  far more horrific than it is surprising.   he never could deal with not getting the last word,  claiming upset she'd told police he was a prime suspect ( her smashed car, the endless phone calls,   the breathing without a voice  ),    claiming she would only ever be safe again by his side.   no,   hiring a PI was very much something he would do no matter how her disappearing from planet's face is for good reason.   ❝ I'm not sure bad coffee was on the list. ❞

even if he isn't her stalker,  he seems determined to also hunt her down.

@vigilantebullshit sent a prompt - Bird Headcanon 🧯⤷ Closed

Owl - is your muse a day person or a night person? What do they do during this time?

❝ well, that’s a new one. ❞

death seems not to want her:   and whilst scar remains,   proof of where bullet entered side of forehead,  where first death came hot  &&   brutal...  death-kissed and death-touched are very much not the same.    (   it isn't that she didn't die  -   there was no lie to that.  even now,  so long later,  maeve cannot fully close her eyes without the fear that all there will be forever more is darkness.  )    at some point,  the universe is sure to realise it made a mistake.  at some point,  borrowed time is going to slip through her fingers like warm sand.

or at least scientists can only hope that is the case.  because if not - if this was somehow meant to be and this time is her own - how long will she be stuck alive again?

"C'mon Jess, you know that's not fair. I don't exactly get much say in when we're off-planet and when we're not." It was something he'd been hearing just a little too much of lately — I needed help and you guys weren't there — It didn't sit well with Johnny. He'd have to talk to Reed about that, see what their options were when it came to some more permanent second-stringers.

Johnny couldn't help but cringe as Jessica heaved up a hunk of... something. That was it. Didn't matter how pissed she'd be at him — how pissed she already was — he couldn't just let her walk away in this condition. Drew wouldn't let him live it down, either.