Children… Children, No Fighting… You Have Your Own Pens……

Been a really long time since I've watched Daredevil but I do remember coming away from it feeling like it presented a pretty compelling internally-consistent moral justification for the vigilante thing. You're not planet-crackingly powerful, it's just that you can hear, in detail, every awful thing your neighbors are doing to each other, every night that they're doing it. You can't not know and you can't pretend not to know and when the kid tells you the next day that he just fell down the stairs you can't fall back on the provided ambiguity to absolve yourself of your responsibility to act. Semi-relatedly, you're really really good at martial arts. Start the clock

“And that’s been going so well for you”

Shout out to that one boxer willing to follow a Nun and a Priest into a church basement and beat up the blind guy they were keeping down there for some reason. I want his story

may your soul be overgrown with moss. may your veins fill with rainwater and your lungs swell with flowers.

Matt: I’m kind of crushing on someone, but I’m worried about telling you who it is, because you’re not going to like it…

Foggy: Just rip off the bandage, Dude!

Matt: *sighs* It’s Frank Castle.

Foggy:

Foggy: Ok never mind put the bandage back on-

Breaking the family curse (being the first to get a diagnosis)

i’m gay and my glasses are dirty

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