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I only know; Batman, Doc Ock, Matt Murdock, Mando and Moon Knight but the sentiment is still the same lol 😅

tbh

ok… imagine a moon knight and daredevil crossover where dd has no issues fighting the invisible jackals because the dude cant see shit anyway. moon knight is like “you can see them??” and matt, not wanting to reveal his blindness but having no idea theyre invisible, is just like “yeah i can see of course i can see”

moon knight then assumes dd is an avatar of an egyptian god. bc what else? so, naturally, moon knight asks “what god do you serve?”

“jesus”

“what??”

“im catholic?”

“what???”

Born Again Put a Bullet in My Childhood

*Born Again Spoilers*

The return of the Man Without Fear not only broke my heart, it signifies the end of my childhood. The bullet fired by Benjamin Pointdexter went straight through its victim and into the last bit of nostalgia I held for my younger years. 

I was twelve years old in April of 2015. The concept of a streaming service was still new to me, and I expected the first Marvel/Netflix show to be reminiscent of a low-budget fan series. I was going through a lot at the time. My parents were getting divorced, my grandfather was sick with cancer, and my family was on the verge of being homeless. On April 10th, my father and I stayed at my grandad’s house. Grandad was at the hospital because his lung cancer had taken a turn for the worst, and I curled up on the worn couch as spring air filtered in from the open window and my Dad sat down with a grunt in the recliner. My Dad turned on the show and I was enthralled. 

I had never seen a superhero show that felt so adult, so real, so slick, and complicated and heavy. I related to Matt Murdock, someone who always seemed to have some sort of obstacle ahead of him. I related to Matt’s boyhood counterpart who was concerned about his father making the rent payments on time. I related to being small, consumed with the big mysterious world that can change at any moment with various levels of stability. I liked that Matt Murdock kept going, no matter how bad things got. 

Two days later, I was sitting in my bedroom late at night, watching the infamous episode “Nelson V. Murdock” on my Wii console, legs folded under me, chewing my nails as Charlie Cox and Elden Hensen cried on screen. I was still thinking about that episode the next morning as we drove to Grandad’s house. Later that day, the police called informing us that our house had been robbed. My TV and Wii console were both stolen along with all our other possessions. The drawers in my bedroom were pulled free and clothes were strewn about. Looking at my room, I felt naked. There were Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle decals on my walls and I wondered if the thieves looked at them when they came into my room. I wonder if they felt bad about stealing from a child and I knew they probably didn’t. Two days after that, we were officially evicted. 

In 2018, I was an angry teenager. My mother was getting remarried and I didn’t like the guy. I didn’t like that we were moving or that I wouldn’t see my friends as much anymore, even though they didn’t feel like my friends at the time. Most of them treated me like shit because we were all young and unhappy about something. I was suicidal but I didn’t fully understand what I was feeling. I pretended to be happy all the time and that made it worse. The new season of Daredevil was the only good thing I had going on in my life. I coveted the episodes, watching one every other week, taking my time. When the series was canceled I was halfway through the season. I stopped watching it and I wouldn’t finish it until 2024. I didn’t want the story to be over. I didn’t want to say goodbye to Matt, Karen, and Foggy, my only real friends. 

Recently, I’ve been struggling with the concept of growing up. I’m twenty-two years old and I’m in a weird space where I’m not a kid but I also don’t feel like an adult. It feels like I stopped aging in 2020. I keep reminiscing, thinking to myself “Things used to be better,” even though I know that isn’t true. I’m in college, I’m in therapy, I’m on medication, and life is good. Yet, I can’t seem to move on from periods of my life that have passed. I find myself dreaming about my childhood home and places I lived in my teens. They’re always altered, mashed together like some fucked-up Winchester mystery house. 

For years I wanted Daredevil to return. The original series was the postmark of my adolescence. Matt, Foggy, and Karen did more for me during the worst parts of my life than most of my friends have. I wanted to see them again. It was so weird when I got my wish. Tuesday night, I assembled the best bar food I could find, spicy chicken wings, fries, mozzarella sticks, a big juicy burger, and three ice-cold bottles of Coors Light. I set my favorite Daredevil comics and Funko figurines around my television set and placed my fancy chair right in front of it. Seeing Matt, Foggy, and Karen together again was like a dream or a hallucination. And none of that compared to the shock of seeing Foggy gunned down in the street. Hand covering my mouth, food getting cold next to me, and my cousin crying on speakerphone, I watched one of my best friends bleed to death on screen. 

I’m a sensitive person and I tend to overthink. I like drawing connections, even if they don’t make complete sense sometimes. In the aftermath of the Born Again pilot episode, sitting on my chair and staring at the ceiling, I realized something: I can finally move on. In some odd, fucked up way, seeing my three favorite comfort characters together again, and seeing one of them die, has given me a sense of closure on my childhood. No TV show was meant to last forever. I’m glad the 2015 Daredevil series died a hero before it could become a villain, and I’m glad the new series is taking a different route.  Seeing a definitive end to the original series is permission for me to let go of my unhappy adolescent years and move on. I’m grateful for that, and I know that Born Again is going to make me cry more in the future. 

Tonight, I will drink to Nelson, Murdock, and Page and all they’ve done for a lonely kid.

Rick Stepp (irresponsibleink@gmail.com)

intro thing

never thought I'd actually make a post on here but yk what, let's dk this guys

Hi I'm sean, also go by matt. I like lair of the white worm, hannibal, star wars, marvel n doctor who

Uhm. I'm a minor

What do I say

Might post art on here.

Thats it rlly

Another old work I made. Low contrast high affinity. 

MARVEL OC!!!

okay okay OKAY. Listen, I'm primarily part of the Star Wars fandom (and random shitposts, but we don't talk bout that) BUT, I've recently gotten back into marvel by watching daredevil AND LET ME TELL YOU I've had this OC idea for MONTHS and I've finally had the time to write it out.

[Image description: A picture depicting a young girl in a kn95 mask and hood coving her hair is shown. They are angled away from the viewer, but her eyes are looking towards the viewer. They have a bandage on their right eyebrow, and a strand of hair falling in front of her left eye. The second picture shows a front profile of the same person without the mask and hood, but their eyes are glancing to the right. She has short dark hair with a small streak of white, a bandage on her right eyebrow, a black eye with a tiny scar above the eye, and a scar across their nose. They have a very faint smirk. Above the pictures have the words "Phantom/Daisy Dixon, She/They" in the right corner and "MCU/NMCU" in the left. Underneath the pictures are lines of writing depicting a backstory and powers. End Image Description.]

Don't worry Ima give you the backstory >:) (though I might change the backstory a bit, this is just the outline technically)

TW: Death, Abuse, religious trauma (don't know if this counts but ima be safe), Suicide, sexual assault (not to any of the characters, just mentioned as a crime) tell me if I missed any!

Text: Phantom is a 15-year-old Vigilante, whose real name is Daisy Dixon. Daisy was raised in a very sheltered home with her father (Donald), mother (Sylvia), and 18-year-old brother (Martin). Daisy grew up in a strict Christian household with her father being passionate about Christian ideals and being a saint/martyr. Daisy was closer with her mother as she got older, as her father's ideas scared her and made her uncomfortable. Martin and Daisy were close when they were younger, but Daisy started to avoid him when his ideas became more like their fathers, and he started participating in illegal activities.

The family grew up in a small town in Oregan, before moving to NYC when Daisy was 12 for better economic opportunities. Daisy and her father went on a hiking trip to North Carolina a year after moving to NYC. On the third day of the trip, Daisy's and her father got into an argument that escalated quickly, and in a fit of rage, Daisy's father pushed her off the cliff the two were staying on. Daisy fell into a creek polluted by chemicals and died. Donald was known to be short-tempered and scary, but he had never physically hurt anyone. When he realized what he had done, he committed suicide by hanging.

Daisy's body was found the next day by a couple hiking, and she was taken to a hospital morgue. Hours later, she woke up, shocking everyone. She was questioned by the police, and she told them what happened (which is how they found her father's body later that day), and once she was deemed physically and (semi) mentally fit to travel, she was taken back to NYC and her family was filled in on the situation. Since then, Daisy and her mother had a strained relationship. Sylvia blamed Daisy because she started the argument.

Days later, Daisy discovered her powers on a walk at night when she went to help an injured woman in an alleyway and realized she had the ability to heal. Situations like these continued to happen, and Daisy discovered all of her powers. Eventually, Daisy became a vigilante/medic for the people and deemed herself Phantom. A month later, Daisy started to fight petty crimes (car robbers, pickpocketers, bullies) alongside healing people. When she turned 14, she started to fight bigger criminals (drug dealers, sexual assaulters, child abusers), and this is when she became more known to the public, and eventually, after she took down her first gang (admittedly it was small), she was recognized as one of NYC's beloved (by the people, we all know what news reporters think) vigilantes.

Second Text:

Powers: —Invisibility —Phase through non-living objects —Healing —Enhanced Agility, Flexibility, Speed, Stamina, and Strength

Side effects: —low energy levels after using powers —Sensitivity to the sun —increased metabolism

(yes I know some of the text on this post and the paper doesn't match up, that is on purpose. I changed some stuff.)

Not me looking under the daredevil tag thinking I won't see any spoilers

Just watched the new Spider-Man movie and I have two things to say (spoilers ahead):

1: YEEEESSSSS VENOMMMMMM. WILL HE GET A MOVIE???? IS HE GONNA BE CANON IN THE MCU???

2: Why TF was Peter able to control his body when his like…soul essence thing was disconnected from his body??? Are we just gonna gloss over that shit??

3. MATT MURDOCK IS CANON IN THE MCU AHAHHAHAHDIDNDJDBIDJFFIFBFJFDJDBJFHDJDJ

URGENT HELP SAVE THE LIFE OF MY CHILD

Dear humanity,

Please Help Me – My Son May Die at Any Moment.

I'm Amal, a mother of three children, living under the weight of the genocide taking place in Gaza. 🍉

Here’s my story, and I’m reaching out with a hopeful heart 💔✨, hoping someone will feel what my family and I are going through.

My son is suffering from a severe and life-threatening injury after being shot by Israeli drones. He urgently needs medical treatment outside Gaza.

Time is running out, and we are facing a critical situation. I am asking for your generosity to help us save him either through a donation or by sharing this urgent plea with others

I beg you, i kiss your feet, to help my son. My son may die at any moment

I lost most of my family. I'm afraid to lose my son too 🥺 .

So I humbly ask you to donate even a little or at least reblog my post.

Please Donate now:👇👇 👇

Gofundme.com

paypal.com

Thank you for your compassion and kindness

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Donate to The Struggle for Safety and Survival: Your Help is Our Only, organized by Fayez Alkfarna

My name is Fayez Al-Kafarna, and I am from northern Gaza, … Fayez Alkfarna needs your support for The Struggle for Safety and Survival:

There’s an old children’s joke. You hold up a white piece of paper and ask, what’s this?

A Rabbit In A Snowstorm

His trauma is actually so overlooked !!

Wilson Bethel in Daredevil S03E04

List Challenges

How Many of Tumblr's 101 Iconic Series Have You Seen?

This list was painstakingly put together thanks to Year in Reviews, Fanlore articles, Tumblr users feedback and my own memory as a user

This list was created consulting Year in Reviews, Fanlore articles, user feedback, vintage pinterest posts, and my own knowledge. Don't worry about not seeing the shows in their entirety, vote based on your judgement. Enjoy!

DAREDEVIL BORN AGAIN SPOILERS

Turned on my TV to watch these cuties be my fav trio again only to watch it all crumble in the first 10 minutes 🥲

A birthday punishment and a birthday gift.

Pairing: Matt Murdock x reader

Summary: After your boyfriend comes back home after leaving his birthday party early to let the Devil out, you play with him in the shower.

Word count: 2017

Warnings: NSFW, 18+, MINORS DNI. SMUT, sub!Matt, dom!reader, handjob, choking, edging, just a tiny bit of overstimulation, praise kink, pet names (baby, sweetheart, sunshine), spending too much time in the shower (guys c'mon save water). Afab reader but no pronouns used.

A/N: I wouldn't say this is a tall!reader fic but I wrote it as being roughly the same height as Matt. I don't think it matters that much anyway so... enjoy!

Please consider reblogging and/or leaving a comment if you enjoyed it <3

Masterlist

You were sound asleep when he came back from patrolling. As always, he made his way to the shower before getting in bed, careful not to make any sound that could wake you up.

Matt was being extra careful tonight, though. You tried to hide it but you were pissed at him for leaving his birthday party early to go devil around the Kitchen. And he understood, you were right to be angry and he'd try to make it up to you later when you woke up.

The sound of the shower ended up rousing you from your sleep. Normally, you would've gone back to sleep, knowing your boyfriend was back, but you had other plans tonight.

You had been a bit angry initially when you got home from the party and he went to put on the suit instead of spending the night with you, but at the same time, what were you expecting? You knew who you were dating and you ultimately couldn't be mad at him.

You stripped from your pajamas and made your way to the bathroom. Technically, it wasn't his birthday anymore and you knew he'd be tired, but you still wanted to do something for him.

Matt had his back to you, facing the wall as he scrubbed his hair clean. You stepped inside, your arms wrapping around his body from behind as you buried your face on the crook of his neck, leaving a kiss there.

"Sorry for waking you up." Matt said, placing his hand on top of yours on his chest.

"It's fine… We have unfinished business anyway." You nuzzled him below his ear, hugging him tighter and pressing your front against his broad back, your hands starting to roam across his torso.

Matt shuddered, leaning instinctively into your touch. He always craved your touch, especially now when he thought you would still be mad at him.

"I'm sorry for goi-" He started to apologize, intending to turn around, but you shushed him and kept him in place, your nails dragging down his sides to the tops of his thighs, making his breath hitch.

"Be a good boy and let me do what I want." You said against his skin, gently sucking on it but being careful enough to not leave a mark.

Matt let out an almost inaudible "Fuck", tilting his head to give you more space on his neck, feeling the rush of blood to his already hardening cock.

You smirked at his response before resuming your kisses, moving to his back. You kissed and gently bit his shoulders, your hands moving to his chest to rub his nipples before going down his abdomen, grazing his skin while your lips kissed down his spine until you kneel behind him.

Matt kept himself still by pressing his hands against the tiles, letting his head drop as his breath quickened.

"Please…" He breathed out. Your hands were now exploring the inside of his thighs. He was painfully hard and you had touch him everywhere except where he needed it the most, the feeling on his sensitive skin almost maddening.

"I know, baby, you just gotta be patient…" Your hands now leaving his front to grope his ass, playfully biting on one of his butt cheeks and making Matt huff, before getting back up.

You kissed your way up his spine again before resting your head on his shoulder, one of your hands moving down the trail of hair on his abdomen and finally wrapping around his cock, slowly starting to move up and down his length.

Matt's head tilted back as a moan went past his lips, the stream of water now hitting his chest, his mouth slacking when your hand focused on his tip, the precum coating your hand.

You nipped at his ear and suckled on his earlobe as you picked up the pace, pumping him both faster and harder, the nails of your other hand digging on his hip where you kept him from moving.

Matt's moans got louder and his hips tried to sloppily thrust against your hand. Even with the water and steam saturating the air and muffling his senses, he could smell your arousal, feel your hard nipples and the strong beat of your heart on his back making his go even faster.

You felt him tense up when your other hand went to fondle with his balls, making you smirk, the hand on his dick keeping a steady pace.

"I'm gonna-Fuck, sweetheart I'm gonna cum." Matt struggled to say in between breaths.

That was your cue to stop, making him whimper at the loss of contact when he thrusted into nothing.

"Sorry baby, you can't come now. I'm not done yet." You told him, kissing below his ear, his neck and shoulder as your hands rub his hips trying to soothe him.

"Is… is this my punishment for going out tonight?" Matt asked as he panted, his hands dropping to his sides as he came down from the edge.

"Mhmm…" You hummed, trailing kisses from one shoulder to the other to give it some attention.

"I guess I deserve it." He huffed a chuckle.

One of your hands traveled across his body to grab his jaw, making him turn his head so you could see his flushed beautiful face.

"Open." You ordered him, your index and middle finger brushing against his rosy lips, waiting for him to let them in.

Matt obeyed without hesitation, humming at the taste of your fingers as they slid over his tongue.

"That's it, baby. You look so beautiful like that." You praised on his ear, the encouragement making him thrust into the air again, needing to feel some friction again as he sucked on your fingers. "So needy." You cooed, leaving a kiss on his jaw as your other hand went to wrap his painfully hard cock, starting to jerk him off again.

You kept fucking Matt's mouth with your fingers as you allowed him to fuck himself with your fist, his hands holding onto your arms. You didn't have to tell him, he knew he couldn't touch you when he was at your mercy.

You felt his hips falter, his body tensing up again, so you quickly took your fingers from his mouth with a wet popping sound. His lips searched for them for a second but they were gone, your hand grabbing the column of his neck, keeping him firmly in place without choking him, the hand on his dick slowing down and stopping right before he could come.

Matt whined and turned his head towards your face. "Please, sunshine, I can't take it." He pleaded, the hot air of his panting hitting your face.

"Oh but you can, my love. I know you can take it." You nuzzled his nose, your lips hovering his but not touching.

Matt tried to kiss you but you moved away, making him whine again when you kissed his stubbled cheek instead. He almost cried in that moment, not being able to kiss you being arguably worse than not being allowed to cum. "God, please, Y/n…"

You decided it was enough punishment for today and sighed. "Okay, okay… I'll let you come next time. You know I love it when you beg for me." You said, your thumb lovingly caressing his throat.

You reached your free hand between your bodies to cover your fingers with the slick pooled between your folds before taking his throbbing, weeping cock on your hand once again, knowing you'd get a reaction from your boyfriend with heightened senses.

And you were right, Matt had been smelling the sweet, tangy scent of your arousal this whole time, but having it coat his cock and mix with his own fluids made his eyes roll back, his mouth going slack again as he breathed through it to get a better taste of you.

You moved your fist up and down his length, slow and hard at first, then picking up the pace as he got worked up again.

He was a moaning, panting mess in your arms, rutting into your tight fist almost desperately.

He wasn't going to last much longer, so you decided to finally squeeze the sides of his neck, just enough to make him dizzy.

"C'mon, come for me, I know you want to…" You mumbled against his shoulder, looking down so you wouldn't miss it and kissing whatever skin was available as you encouraged him.

The throbbing in his ears and the light-headed feeling was just what he needed to tip him over the edge, Matt's hips erratically moving as his cum covered your hand.

You squeezed him tighter, slowly milking him until the last drop. "Mmm… that's it, my love. You did so well…" You praised releasing your grip on his neck and soothing his throat, peppering kisses along his jaw.

Thinking he was done, you went to pull your cum-coated hand away, but Matt quickly grabbed you by the wrist to keep it in place, rubbing his oversensitive dick against your hand.

"More, please…" He breathed out in a whine, testing the waters by holding your hand in his, making you make a fist around his cock to keep thrusting.

"Okay, just 'cause it's your birthday." You chuckled, resting your head on his shoulder and your free arm wrapped around his waist to rest there with his. "Let me see how you fuck yourself with my fist."

The friction is so addictively painful, making Matt want more and more of it even if he had already cum.

It didn't take a lot more thrusts for another orgasm to wash over him, making him tremble and hiss at the pain, his knees almost giving up as a few more drops of cum came out of his spent cock.

You gave him a last, gentle pump that made him shake, slacking against your body as his threatened to give up.

You shushed him, holding him tightly and rubbing your hand on his abdomen to calm him down.

Matt took a moment to even his breath out before turning to face you, his nose nuzzling yours. "Are you gonna let me kiss you now?"

"Yeah, c'mere…" You raised a hand to the back of his neck to pull him in, your lips finally connecting with his in a slow, tender kiss, Matt's arms wrapping around your waist to hold you tight against him.

Without breaking the kiss, he placed both of you under the stream of water, his hands leaving your waist to gently grab your face, intending to break the kiss to say something, but ultimately being unable to do it, indulging in the feeling of your soft lips brushing against his for a bit more.

"Let me do something for you too…"

"I think we've wasted enough water, Matt." You chuckled and reached to stop the running water, now that it had already washed away the remnants of Matt's orgasm of your skin.

"In bed, then." He insisted, nuzzling your nose again as his hands left your face to trail down your body.

"Don't think I haven't noticed the bruise on your ribs, Devil." It wasn't that you didn't want him to fuck you. In fact, that's all you had been wanting all night long. But he was hurt, and you knew he would not care if he made his injuries worse if that meant he satisfied you.

Matt sighed, rubbing your hip before smirking at you, leaning in. "I'll tell you what, we can go to sleep now or we can go to bed and you sit on my face. I don't have to move anything but my mouth." He said in a low, suggesting tone, the grip on your hip tightening at the thought of tasting you.

You bit your lower lip, your neglected pussy clench around nothing at his words. "Fuck, Matt… I can't argue with that."

Matt's smirk grew into a satisfied smile before kissing your lips again, more passionately this time. "Let's get out of here then, can't wait to taste my birthday gift."

I LOVE THIS SO SO SO MUCHHHH AAAAA

She said, "What's on your mind?"// I said, "Your skin"

Pairing: Matt Murdock x AFAB Reader

Warnings: Implied smut, Established relationship, Mirror stuff, like pussy worship if you squint

Author’s Note: I just think we should all be more comfortable looking at ourselves and getting to know our bodies and I like to image Matt would want that too. I really need to wash my hair but I also just ate so I wrote this while I waited for my stomach to settle

Post-orgasm Matt was clingy and soft but he claimed that was only for you. After a round of morning sex, you and him were on top of the covers. You were leaning against the headboard. His head was on your mound with his right ear pressed against your crotch while you played with his hair. You weren’t sure if he was listening to his cum moving around in your uterus or the pulse that was still throbbing in your loins.

There was a mirror parallel to where you and Matt were laying, giving the perfect view of your post-orgasmic state. Even though you knew he wasn’t, the way Matt’s head was resting it was almost like he was looking directly at your body in the mirror. “Tell me what you look like”

You rolled your eyes. “Matt you know what I look like.” You went on to give a very utilitarian description of the colour of your hair, your eyes, your height, your body type all the standard stuff that would show up if you got roped into more of Matt’s shenanigans and ended up as a fugitive on Unsolved Mysteries.

“That’s not what I mean.” Matt hooks his hands underneath the flesh of your thighs and spreads your legs as far as they would go, having your plush, dewy folds completely exposed in the reflection of the mirror. You had never really seen yourself like this.

“Every time I think I’ve got your body mapped and figured out there’s always something new that I find that takes my breath away.” You smiled thinking about the other night when Matt shifted the angle of his thrust. He found a new spot inside of you that made his breath hitch and you moan so pretty around his cock.

Matt’s fingers parted your labia using two fingers to hold the puffy lips apart to expose your glistening flesh. “So tell me, gorgeous, what do you look like?”

Part 2

Warmth of You (Matt Murdock x GN! Reader)

Summary: You're cold, and Matt is warm. That's it.

Warnings: Pure tooth rotting fluff.

Author's note: My house being cold AF this morning and my bestie @what-the-hell from the Horny Hive inspired this lil drabble 😘

New York winters were something you were going to have to get used to. This particular night it was positively frigid, and no amount of blankets, socks, and flannel pajamas could save you from the bitter cold. Your boyfriend Matt was fast asleep next to you, but you were wide awake and shivering.

You felt the bed shift, and then a warm hand on your arm. Matt slowly rolled you over so that you were facing him. Little did you know, he could feel you shivering.

"Sweetheart, c'mere." He whispered as he hugged you to his chest.

"I'm sorry, Matt. It's just so cold. I'm not used to this."

"Shhhhhh. It's alright. You should have told me you were cold." He said before pressing a kiss to your forehead.

"I thought you were asleep. I didn't want to disturb you."

"You're never, ever disturbing me, sweetheart. I'll always keep you warm."

He caressed your cheek and placed a soft kiss there. You snuggled into his embrace and he petted your hair until you fell asleep. Once he heard your heartbeat even out, he finally fell asleep. You were warm and safe in his arms, right where you belonged.

Taglist: @rashnuhere @faery-god @matt-erialgirl

@catholicdaredevil @star-spangled-man

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The scenes in Daredevil S3 where Matt pretends to be sighted is truly an absolute masterclass and nuanced acting display by Charlie.

Particularly in this scene, where you see Matt's discernible effort to conduct himself like a sighted person would do, especially through the head movements and a more marked eye movement. When he talks he projects his head forward to compensate for his eyes still not quite landing proper eye contact. That's why his whole "sighted act" seems off compared to an actual sighted person.

+ these ones where he outrightly faces the person (normally he would not be facing people straight-up like this) but the eyes still don't hit the mark.

Takes a whole lot of self-control to be able to able to pull this "acting like a blind person pretending to be sighted" performance off but Charlie does it so so greatly. And to think he never got any type of award for this season, let alone a nomination :(

I’m obsessed with him 😍

He's just an innocent little angel on his way to the bank you guys 🥹🤏

chat... we are so so back. (im actually tweaking rn ehehe)

okay, i’m hurt-

“What we had was so special and you walked away from it.” with matt. I’m always here for the angst 🥲

-💜

Oh and now some Matt angst. That boy lives in a world of angst so he will fit right in.

You couldn't even bare to look at him. He hovered in your living room like a lost puppy. He played with his fingers and then the hem of his hoodie over and over in a nervous cycle. You'd been talking for hours, you were getting nowhere and your feelings hadn't changed. You hurt from head to toe and you didn't find yourself any closer to forgiveness.

"What you did was..." you heaved in a weighted breath to steady yourself, trying desperately not to shout cause you knew the walls were paper thin and the baby next door was having sleeping trouble lately.

"Unforgiveable I know" he finished your sentence, his voice it's usual low calm tenor. It was almost irritating to you now. How could he be so... still?

"What we had was so special and you walked away from it" your words shook as your spoke, your breath rattling into your lungs.

He nodded, eyes downcast to the floor, "I know"

He stepped forward and in tandem you stepped back, "Please don't"

"You won't even let me touch you?" he asked, hurt instantly painting his face. His eyebrows were scrunched inwards and his mouth pulled down into a frown.

You rubbed the heal of your palm into your tired eyes, "Matt I...." you paused, "No, I won't let you touch me. I need you to leave"

His face broke it's steely gaze even further as he began to cry, you turned your back to him unable to witness him cry. The ache in your chest grew larger as you listened to his heavy breathing.

"Please" he whispered, "Just try?"

You sighed but didn't turn around, "I did"

Matt Murdock likes to shave his legs, that’s it that’s the post

Franklin ‘Foggy’ Nelson most certainly had one (or both) of these in his and Matt’s college dorm room

People would totally make a big deal about it and when Matt would ask why Foggy would be like cause not a lot of people are bi even tho there are fuckin dinosaurs on the flags

Foggy: Look, Matt, I made a little marshmallow you, it even has it’s arms crossed cause you’re grumpy all the time! What do you think?

Matt: *choked up* it’s fine.

this absolutely happened

Headcanon than Matthew Murdock and Franklin ‘Foggy’ Nelson are huge Harry Potter nerds (nerds in general really) and you can’t tell me otherwise

Like they took a house sorting quiz and Matt got Slytherin and Foggy got Hufflepuff and Matt laughed as Foggy retook the quiz over and over again because he wanted Gryffindor until Matt explained that if he was a Gryffindor they would probably hate each other and wouldn’t be friends in the HP universe and then Foggy was happy he got Hufflepuff

me with Frank Castle or Matt Murdock

being a fan of a character is sometimes “look at how complex he is. he’s so intricate and his story is so tragic and he’s so much more complicated than people give him credit for” and sometimes it’s like “haha look at this failure of a person. I wanna throw him off a cliff and see what happens”

my blorbo <3

art inspired by the fic 'devil on my shoulder' on ao3