I see the fire in your eyes and all I wanna do it fuel it. Light me up, set my soul on fire. I’m yours.
Consider Me - Becka Mack
“Have you ever considered that you’re just a set of powers? Not a person. Barely even a hero. Just a tool.”
“You let them hate you for [superhero]’s death. You let them scream at you, throw things at you, curse you, blame you.”
“They’re grieving.”
“Sweetheart, so are you. You lost him too.”
The villain casually wiped their bloody hands on their shirt, bodies lying limp all around them. “I have a favour to ask.”
“Yes?”
“Next time you try to have me murdered, send someone competent. Mass slaughtering minions is getting old.”
Text: When the horror ends, creature, killer, cannibal or otherwise, some just want to forget, and others find they were born for it. Six of us start a call service: Final Girls for Hire.
๐ฏ๐ฆ๐ธ๐ต ๐ด๐ค๐ข๐ฎ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ธ๐ช๐ต๐ฉ ๐ฑ๐ด๐ฅ
๐ฅ๐ข๐ค๐/๐ซ๐๐๐ฅ๐จ๐ ๐ข๐ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ ๐จ๐ซ ๐ฌ๐๐ฏ๐
๐๐จ ๐ง๐จ๐ญ ๐ฌ๐ญ๐๐๐ฅ
