I did this a while ago but didn’t have the time to post.
Did this based on this fic.
spoon vs comic formatting (aka i completely disregard it)
they were right btw. you have to dig yourself out of your grave over and over again
MATT MURDOCK + Reddit Comment Reactions to that One Iconic Matt Tweet
BONUS:
#taking her hand, kissing her knuckles, holding her hand close to his chest, unbroken eye contact... consider me dead in a ditch.
“bi women bringing their cis-” bi women can do whatever they want shut up
And the thing about, “He saved my life but he couldn’t touch me,” is that it absolutely goes both ways. Before they meet, there is the implication that they have both been struggling and lack a personal companionship with emotional commitment and support to see them through. The possibility that they have considered suicide is introduced, even if they aren’t necessarily suicidal in nature.
Meeting each other quite literally saves each other, gives them what they both need for fulfillment, connection, and support. But the one aspect missing is the actualization of deeper affection, something expressed by touch. They saved each other, but can’t touch one another. They both are emotionally committed, very much life partners, and yet can’t touch the person they saved, the person who saved them. Each feels that they are not allowed this; each feels it is not an aspect of their partnership that would be cherished and reciprocated on the same level. “He’s straight,” or “he doesn’t feel things that way.” And neither of them realize they are mirroring each other even in this.
there is a deep pathological sadness and loneliness you just can’t shake off that comes from having a traumatic childhood and broken family which I still haven’t come to terms with