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Here’s my full piece for @mculadieszine ! Elektra is such a bamf i hope i did her right with this piece
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questionsofmoraliity:
|| @llektra.
He doesn’t expect to find company. The cemetery is almost always deserted, or people keep to themselves. They’re all paying their respects in one way or another. He expects wind, birds, leaves rustling and crunching underfoot, and little else—a brief shelter from the roar of the city on the other side of the fence.
He should be embarrassed, when he hears her. But the quickened pace in his chest isn’t that.
“I would have brought flowers,” he says, finally, motioning to the bare headstone. ( He often does. Orchids. ) “But in my defense, I didn’t know this was a date.”
Beside him, her lip quirks upwards. “Oh,” she says, in that airy, flippant tone of hers, “I’ve found that the best dates tend to be improvised, anyway.”
Her sai is restless, tapping at her shin like a schoolteacher with a ruler. The other one is strapped against her thigh -- not for long, she imagines, but it’s the thought that counts.
Elektra glances up at the big, blue sky, sighing a faint satisfied sigh. Looks at her tombstone, which she could hardly care anything about. She wonders if Matthew can hear the far-off, darting footsteps of the two mercenaries sent to kill her. Her eyes dart to him, sharp. Sudden. “--Would you dance with me, Matthew, if I asked?”
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𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐘 𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐂𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐒 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐈𝐈
sentences from amrit brar’s shitty horoscopes series. you may adjust as needed. part i.
BOOK VIII: MEDICINE
❛ you might not be afraid to die, but that doesn’t mean you’re ready. ❜
❛ you were a plague none were prepared for. ❜
❛ you are the mind and the malady, the medicine and the machine. ❜
❛ assholery is incurable. unfortunately. ❜
❛ no one’s going to notice the difference between you pushing dandelions or daisies, so leave them something worth talking about. ❜
❛ there’s no rule stating that parasites can’t be pretty. ❜
❛ justice: just us. ❜
❛ anathema - me without you. ❜
❛ you aren’t obligated to be anyone’s cure. ❜
❛ some are the bandage, some are the knife, some get creative.. ❜
❛ soothe what you can, fight what you can’t. ❜
❛ the only difference between a pathogen and a person is that one is far more creative with how they’ll infect you. ❜
BOOK IX: THE BODY AND THE WRECKAGE
❛ stranger things have happened. like you. you are happening all the time and should probably stop. ❜
❛ let none be the noose. ❜
❛ take what you can and run. ❜
❛ gratuitous violence: unnecessary, satisfying, heartbreaking, and so like everything else you love. ❜
❛ understanding builds bridges, suffering grows gardens, antipathy sets both on fire for shits and giggles. ❜
❛ there is a variety of sadness that makes a home in your guts and never quite leave. ❜
❛ you could have been anyone, operating this body. the good news is that you won! the bad news is that you’re stuck with it. ❜
❛ being loathsome and lovely in equal measure is probably a talent. somewhere. ❜
❛ why fear the dead, when you can fear the living? corpses in motion, cruelty and kindness. ❜
❛ if you’re forging your own path, be prepared to light your own pyre. ❜
❛ what possessed you to come this far? no, honestly. was it cute? ❜
❛ you can’t wrestle apologies from the sea or the sun but by fuck are you every going to try. ❜
BOOK X: LOVERS & LOSERS
❛ pick a place and die there. ❜
❛ i know you mean well. ❜
❛ may fortune favour the fuckups. ❜
❛ remarkable that one plane of existence can host so much (and so little) distance. the spaces between people, ideals, fingertips, the sky and the sea. ❜
❛ learn it’s best to bite your tongue. temper the nest of hornets in your loveless mouth. ❜
❛ i worry. i worry. worry. ❜
❛ time sours, rots, renews, sours again. ❜
❛ grief and growth live hand-in-hand. ❜
❛ sleeping, like dying, delivers you from one world to the next - to rest in crypts and wake in gardens. ❜
❛ words in couples carry weight: “fuck you.” “hell no.” “oh god.” “sorry mom.” ❜
❛ make room for small, fragile things, even with bones like cement and a leaden heart. ❜
❛ you win some, you lose some, you lie, cheat, and swindle some, you vanish on a crisp winter’s day never to be seen again. ❜
BOOK XII: ILLUMINATE
❛ quiet reflection is next to impossible if you mental landscape is one long scream. ❜
❛ you inspire me to be better! a better “what” is up for interpretation. (person? arsonist? alien?) ❜
❛ we don’t know where you came form, but we need you to go back. ❜
❛ the dark doesn’t intend to hurt you - only the creatures who plot during the cruel, cold light of day. ❜
❛ i lived better when i was ignorant of the sun, tucked away in your chest. ❜
❛ there’s asking for forgiveness, there’s asking for permission, and then there’s saying “fuck it,” and doing what you may. ❜
❛ if only it were easy! to wish and want for nothing. if only you weren’t less human for it - wishing and wanting for nothing. ❜
❛ in the end there is no blaze of glory. ❜
❛ love to distraction, die due to carelessness. ❜
❛ in the span of your life there’s plenty to avoid: the wicked, the merciless, the things you want for no reason other than wanting them. ❜
❛ you are dazzling and terrifying - those words are not as removed from one another as you may think. ❜
❛ flirt with death, tease the inevitable, give the void a saucy wink. ❜
BOOK XII: OBITUARIES
❛ things to bother believing in: love, switchblades, extraterrestrials. ❜
❛ let the record show that they were ill-equipped to deal with you. which is unsurprising, since you ill-equipped to deal with you. ❜
❛ you’ll be fertilizer regardless, might as well have interesting stories for the dirt. ❜
❛ there is an exhaustion that comes with living in an embrace like a vice, a kiss like a canker sore. ❜
❛ fear is an absence of understanding. horror is the act of understanding perfectly. ❜
❛ to labour in love, to toil in tenderness. ❜
❛ your love will always be rooted deeper than any grave. ❜
❛ you’ve long seen your downfall spelled out in another’s bones. ❜
❛ the victor spoils, the loser learns. ❜
❛ the body is rot waiting to happen. ❜
❛ you will have never loved for nothing. ❜
❛ the aftermath of you life afford you three real options: obscurity, legend, or horror story. ❜
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i watched the first two seasons of daredevil and the defenders and i have opinions about the elektra, which are that 5% of it is acceptable and the rest is trash
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my bf bought me the first issue of the 2014 elektra while he was in the states and... i love it... <3__<3
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would anybody want to like for a starter? :0
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The last time
I came back to life
was in the middle
of an ordinary day
while at the grocery store,
when I caught
my reflection
in the butcher’s glass
& did not flinch.
— Rachel McKibbens, “The last time,” blud
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date a girl who can kick your ass because chances are she’ll be able to save it
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mysticraised replied to your post: hey just wondering but like…… do the people who do...
Me iconning the first season of IF: wow these lights are bright and my icons are nice Me iconning defenders: what is this??? Do they not have eyes??
legit tho !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
#mysticraised#ooc#dslkjaslkd im iconing defenders and im like ...... but..... why..............#wow... such drama... many dim
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hellkitten replied to your post: hey just wondering but like…… do the people who do...
no they absolutely do not
somebody should.. they should... tell them
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hey just wondering but like...... do the people who do the netflix shows and stuff realize that they can like... buy lights... to keep their sets from being pitch black... just wondering
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elektra natchios.
i love her so MUCH she deserves happiness
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Élodie Yung for Grazia France 📷 by @alexcretey
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Your body: was it ever yours alone?
Paisley Rekdal, from “Gokstadt/Ganymede,” published in Michigan Quarterly Review (via lifeinpoetry)
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rips off i love elektra shirt to reveal anoTHER i love elektra shirt
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