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Way too real 😅

that ‘pakige?’ post but me, a couple hours after posting a fic, like ‘comints?’

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They're so beautiful!

Silly little jackets. (Champions panel that the jackets show up in under the break)

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Oh shit was all Matt could think as he dropped. Well, fell really. He'd been kicked out the door of a helicopter.A fifty foot fall into a freezing river was not the worst thing that could happen to him. But it was the Hudson, which was known for being unpleasant in general, and with Matt's heightened senses, well...

The air left Matt's lungs as he hit the water and was engulfed by the frigidity. The plan was wildly off the rails and Matt decided it would be better to cut his losses and go home. Yes the failure was frustrating, but it was at least only a money theft today. He'd fight harder if it was weapons or people being stolen. Sure the money would be used for bad things but Matt could put an end to that later. He was missing his Billy club anyway. It had been yanked out of his hands just before getting kicked.

Matt managed to swim to shore, but holy shit, it was like trying to swim through cement. He managed to drag himself home. But exhaustion and chills were settling in. By the time he was home, he was shivering.

"Matt?" Jake asked, hearing the door open. Matt dripped on the floor as he trudged further into the apartment.

"Jake." Matt was desperate to get out of his soaked Daredevil suit. He went into his bedroom and changed into sweats and a hoodie. He slipped clean socks on, hoping to help warm up.

"Are you alright?" Jake came up behind Matt.

"Got dumped in the Hudson. It's fucking freezing."

"Jesus Matt. It's the middle of winter. You should have called me for a ride."

"I don't keep my phone with me, Jake. Not in the Daredevil costume."

"A payphone—"

"It's not like I know your number."

Jake huffed. "You're insufferable, Murdock."

Matt shrugged and tucked his arms around his torso. He really was freezing.

Jake brushed a hand over Matt's scruff and sighed. "You're freezing. I'll make atole de elote and reheat Steven's soup."

"Is it the tomato soup?" Matt asked hopefully.

"No, it's that..." Jake paused. "Orange it's..."

"Carrot?"

Jake nodded. "Carrot, yes. But the spicy one."

"Still better than anything from a can."

"Anything homemade is better that shit from a can." Jake stepped into the kitchen to begin preparing Matt's drink and food.

Matt curled up on the couch with one of the thicker blankets and wrapped himself up.

Half an hour later, in which Matt had begun sniffling and blowing his nose, Jake brought over the warmed up soup and atole.

"Thanks Jake," Matt unwrapped himself enough to reach for the soup.

Jake settled next to Matt, setting the mug on the coffee table. Jake was growing worried over Matt's temperature and lack of commentary. Matt liked to be picky while eating, and let his companions know exactly what was wrong with what he was eating. While it was always done in a playful manner, it concerned Jake that Matt was silent, stand for the clinking of his spoon.

"Matt, corazón, are you alright?"

"Just cold Jake. I'll be fine. Not used to the mid-winter river diving."

"Cariño..."

"It's fine. Y'know, you always find the best vegetables," Matt murmured, sipping his atole. It was sweet and thick but made perfectly. Even in mid winter, Jake had managed to find good fresh corn.

"Quit flirting, and let me see if you're getting sick."

"I'm not sick Jake, I just need a minute."

Jake cussed Matt out in Spanish while Matt pretended not to hear him. "Fine, be an asshole. But when you get sick, you're dealing with Steven."

That caused Matt to pause. Steven was easily worried, especially when someone was sick. Jake snorted, knowing he'd caught Matt between a rock and a hard place.

"Finish your atole and go to bed Murdock."

"Bossy."

"You like it when I'm bossy." Jake nudged Matt's shoulder.

"Usually, yes. Not when I'm ice cold. Doubt I could get it up if I tried."

Jake flicked Matt's neck. "No being horny when you're unwell."

"You started it."

"Asshole."

Matt shrugged and continued sipping his atole. "But seriously, this is really good Jake."

"Thank you."

"You make the best consumable things. Drinks or food."

"I know my audience."

Matt smiled. It made Jake's heart melt a little. He so adored that lopsided soft smile. Jake ran his fingers through Matt's soaked hair.

"Maybe you shower first and then go to bed."

"Probably for the best," Matt muttered.

"You shower, and I'll clean up."

"Deal," Matt yawned. It was late and it had been a long day.

Matt finished his drink and Jake plucked the cup out of his hand.

"Impatient, are we Jake?"

"I want to cuddle in bed, so yes."

Matt smiled. "I can get behind that." He pecked Jake's cheek before slipping into the bathroom for a shower.

Jake heard the water running and started washing the dishes he'd used to make Matt eat. He hoped the food and drink helped him warm up at least a little.

Jake set the dishes to dry and went into the bedroom. He pulled an extra blanket out and draped it over the comforter. He'd probably get too warm tonight, but that was fine. As long as it helped Matt. Jake tucked himself into bed, seeing as the shower had stopped.

Matt had changed back into his sweats and hoodie before crawling into bed with Jake. He instantly curled up against his boyfriend and mumbled, "thank you for caring Jake."

"Of course Matt. I'd be a shitty boyfriend if I didn’t care about you."

"I know, but I mean...thank you for helping me. For chosing to take care of me."

"Always cariño. I love you."

"I love you too Jake."

Jake tucked the blankets more securely around Matt. Matt shifted to use Jake's chest as a pillow, enjoying the soothing sound and vibration of Jake's heartbeat. Jake wrapped his arms around Matt's back and shoulders, tugging him closer.

"Que duermas bien mi amor."

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Oh my god, they're beautiful

drawing moonknight until i can run marvel rivals on my macbook day one

yes im coping this is coping art im coping so hard right now

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Awwww. Oh my god they're adorable!!

🤍🤍🤍

the chicken and his chicks ✨

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/64177216

New Hidden Treasures chapter :) This one is very 6 Years Ago heavy. We also get our first sight of Marc Spector 👀

Matt Murdock makes an appearance as well

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Little sick/comfort ficlet for @punkrocktipsblog

Hope you're doing better Rhuby

Scott;

I knew it was going to be a bad day as soon as I woke up. I hadn’t so much as moved, but I knew everything hurt. The familiar warmth next to me shifted as Warren rolled over. He pressed himself against my side and I didn't have the heart to tell him to move. I didn’t want to wake him up either.

Warren snuggled into me, his nose pressed against my neck. Normally I'd press a kiss to his hairline, but the thought of moving made my stomach twist. Great. A headache and nausea. What's next?

"Morning sweetheart," Warren murmured against my throat. "You're in bed late."

Normally I'm awake and moving long before Warren. "Just wanted to cuddle with you," I murmured back.

"Mmm," Warren smiled against my neck. "My lucky day."

I tried to laugh but a rush of pain flooded through me and the sound came out choked.

"Scott? Are you okay?"

"Yeah, I'm okay," I lied, even as my head throbbed. It wasn’t a migraine, just a regular painful headache. I could force myself through it.

"C'mon Scott, don't lie to me." Warren ran his hand gently over my sternum. "I know you too well."

"Warren..." I whispered.

"Is it a migraine?"

"Headache." I started to shake my head but ended up wincing.

"Scottie," Warren sat up, removing his weight and warmth from up against me. I missed it immediately. "How bad?"

"Like a 9," I groaned. The movement of the bed sent my head spinning. I was definitely going to throw up.

"Jesus Scott. I'll be right back, okay?" Warren slid off the bed and out of the room.

I don't move an inch while Warren is gone. I can't. My head is filled with a painful throb.

Warren padded back into the room quietly. "I have your headache med kit," he whispered.

"Kit?" I mumbled. Moving my jaw sent aches through my temples.

"Water, cold compress, tylenol, lavender candle, lotion, food. Plus I'm all prepped to give you a massage."

"Warren..."

"I know you carry a lot of tension in your neck and shoulders, and that can cause a headache. Plus, you were outside all day yesterday, and it was hot."

"Maybe," I allowed.

Warren helped me sit up, then sip some water. I winced through it, every small movement twisting my brain. At least I wasn’t able to see anything. This was worse than any hangover I'd ever had. My whole body was trembling. I'm certain if I was wearing my glasses the room would be spinning before me.

"Just keep drinking, that's it," Warren murmured. He kept the glass of water near my face so I could drink from the straw. I wouldn't have been able to hold the cup on my own.

"Warren," I gasped, clutching my skull like it would crack open. A particularly painful throb had rocketed through me.

Warren's arms gently encircled my shoulders, pulling me into him. I didn't hear him set the cup down, but he must have. I was crying from the pain and I wanted nothing more than for it to go away.

"Scott, Scott, sweetie. Oh, my baby," Warren brushed his thumbs under my sleep mask, wiping the tears away. "It's gonna be okay. I'll light your candle and get you the painkillers, okay?"

I fought back a sniffle and nodded. Not much, because it felt like my brain was moving while I did.

"Pills," Warren said, guiding the straw back to my mouth and slipping the painkillers into my hand. With his help I manage to get the pills into my mouth and swallow them, taking a long sip of water to wash them down.

I heard Warren doing something after he moved away from holding me. A few moments later the scent of lavender coated the room. The scent eased some of my stress at being in pain and useless today.

"I've got all your classes covered too, so don't worry about those," Warren murmured, settling next to me again.

"I can do them—"

"No, you can't, Scottie. And that's okay. It's okay that you can't do them today. It's already covered. Allow yourself to rest and recover, okay?"

"Kay." I mumbled. I didn't want to agree, but I knew I wouldn't be able to get up and go teach my classes. I wanted to force myself to, to ensure that I could still provide, even while hurting, but Warren's hand on my shoulder kept me from moving.

"Have some more water, okay? Then I'll give you a massage."

He stroked my shoulder blade while he helped me sip more water. Once I'd finished the glass Warren gently rolled me onto my stomach. He ran a soothing hand down my spine as I settled into the new position.

"Hate this stupid body," I muttered, voice muffled by the pillow.

"Hey, no!" Warren said, a little too loudly. I pressed my face further into the pillow. "Scott, don't hate your body."

"It doesn't work right."

"You have a brain injury, baby. Of course, you're going to function differently. You have health concerns, that's all. Do you look down on the Professor for not fitting the general standard?"

I reluctantly shook my head, because no, I don't think any less of the Professor because he uses a wheelchair, of course I don't. He's a brilliant man.

Warren's hands started working out the tension of my shoulders as he continued, "don't hate your body, Scott, please. I don't hate your body. I love it, I really do. It can do all these incredible things, my love. Look at everything you've accomplished. You've done so much for so many people, I can’t blame your body for forcing you to rest. God knows you won't choose to. I want you to be able to recover properly sweetie. Let yourself settle down. Let your body heal itself."

I pressed my face into the pillow and allowed some tears to fall. "Warren... it hurts."

It hurts to admit I'm struggling, it hurts to admit I'm in pain.

"I know sweetheart, I know. But that's why I'm taking care of you, okay? Let yourself fall, I've got you. We’ll get rid of that headache and you'll get some proper rest and relaxation. One of these days I'll take you on a proper vacation."

I gave a small laugh. Warren's hands were working their magic, releasing tension and knots from my shoulders, neck, and back. My headache was even starting to ease up.

"Where would you take me?"

"Ireland. I think you'd enjoy it. Or maybe to Alaska."

"That was a quick answer."

"I think about taking you places all the time. I want to give you all you deserve."

"You're all I want."

"I know, baby. But sometimes it's okay to want more. To want to have different experiences. I'd love to visit places and try new things with you."

"I love you Warren."

"I love you too Scottie."

Warren kept working at my muscles and I eventually drifted back to sleep. Normally that's a difficult thing to achieve when I have a headache. But Warren had started humming and between the massage, painkillers kicking in, and lavender, it was easy to relax back into sleep.

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This is terrifying actually

To those of you who don’t know what’s buried in this Big Bogus Bill…

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Snowangel is such a cute ship name

beep beep gay coming through

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It's 35 degrees Celsius, someone help

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pride month!!!

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So true

do fic readers know that their comments actually influence the course of the story sometimes? i don't mean in a "you need to write it this way because i say so 😡" type of comment, i mean when people are asking questions or really engaging with the plot and the themes in the comments they sometimes bring up things that i didn't even think of, or dig into parts of the story that i've overlooked, or get really interested/fixated on something i was going to just kind of glance over--and it has me going 'oh wait that's actually really interesting, that's a good point' and fully adding or tweaking or changing things about the story going forward. i'm literally adding an entire additional chapter to something right now because someone's comment had me like "oh i didn't dig into that as much as i could have." you have impact!

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New Hidden Treasures Chapter! Surprise. I wanted to share text messages between characters on Ao3, but I can’t get it to work on my phone. So the Kamala-Scott ones are below. I already shared the Bobby-Warren ones on Tumblr :)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/64177216

I also really like the poem Kamala is referencing, so if you have time I'd recommend giving it a read :)

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OP, I love your head canons. Especially John's accent. That could be really fun for the Thunderbolts to experience.

May I also offer, John's never had LEGO before for whatever reason. But then one of the Thunderbolts, my thought is Bob, is building a set and keeps asking John for help getting the pieces to snap together properly. John gets annoyed at being pestered so frequently, so he just sort of sits and watches. And he's like, "that looks like a more fun puzzle. I like puzzles and putting things together." So John gets his own LEGO sets

now that's (NOT) my captain america!

my john walker/us agent hcs 🇺🇸🦅✨

big shocker, guess who fell in love with this asshole when they saw thunderbolts!! its been a minute since i wrote one of these posts so why not bust one out for this absolute hot mess of a man >:) (also mini shoutout to @swordgrace for writing such great walker fics and helping pull me out of this writing rut i've been in lol)

playlist pairing🍷✨: (my) all american idiot 🇺🇸

Despite the events of FATWS, Walker remains closer than you'd expect to Sam and Bucky (clearly shown by Bucky casually dropping the info about Walker's divorce to the rest of the Thunderbolts lmao). I honestly wouldn't be surprised if he even crashed with one of them at the beginning of all the divorce stuff until he could get back on his feet - we love to see men supporting and uplifting other men in their time of need!!

Look, we all know he's coming back in Doomsday but they better not let this man ANYWHERE near the multiverse, simply because I could totally see him trying to pull a Wanda and try to fix his predicament by fucking off to a universe where he miraculously died and saw a chance for another John like him to take his place or something

Shockingly out of all the Thunderbolts, he's actually the one with the most media training (maybe besides Bucky as a congressman but we all saw how well he handled that lol). After the whole New Avengers announcement, he does his best to wrangle the media presence of the rest of the team and make them act a bit more presentable - Alexei and Bob probably struggle the most, Bucky struggles but doesn't admit it openly, and Yelena & Ava go along begrudgingly and hate when his advice actually kinda helps them navigate more annoying aspects of the press

This is more for my own peace of mind (and I think everyone as a fandom has agreed this happened off camera) but after the whole Void escapade, John definitely apologizes for calling Bob by the same nickname his awful dad used and does his best to make up for it

SPEAKING OF THE VOID STUFF, he definitely went through it in there like everyone else and likely was reliving not only the death of Lamar from FATWS, but also the calls and military ops that he regrets getting those medals of honor over...

And speaking of the military!! While he was certainly whipped into shape by the army straight out of high school, they couldn't shake those southern Georgia roots off him, and you can tell since he occasionally slips into that classic southern hospitality (ie "Yes ma'am"/"Pardon me"/occasionally craving a sweet tea and complaining about not finding any good ones in New York/etc.)

Honestly I find it kinda wild that Walker would join the military straight out of high school, especially when he would've CERTAINLY had at least one full ride scholarship for his football career if he really did take his team to the championships 3 times in a row, but then again he is a straight white man and this entire franchise is built off of military propaganda, so him enlisting of his own volition makes perfect sense. It also makes me wonder more about his own home life though too? Did he really join JUST to serve his country (assuming he graduated high school in the 2000s, that brutal combo of 9/11 and the attack on New York could definitely push someone like him to want to serve and protect their country in any way they can), or did he also join because of the benefits that he would've gotten like a lot of people tend to do (i imagine he came from a more upper-middle/purely middle class family and college money could've been hard to come by, or maybe he even had another family member or even a line of family members serve in the military, who knows!)

All that being said, if Walker DID ever decide to go to college, I feel like he would really be passionate about history and maybe even try to become a historian of some kind, or at the very least a very classic combo of history teacher and football coach/PE teacher. Maybe he even dabbles in sport sciences and becomes a professional sports medic/physical therapist or something!

and now, for some quick fire/miscellaneous hcs that i feel just fit his vibe (and some slightly nsfw ones for good measure) :))

I choose to personally believe Walker is hiding a secret stick and poke tattoo somewhere you wouldn't see unless you were in a particular circumstance with him *cough cough* that was done by one of his fellow troops from his time in the military (i also choose to believe its a slutty little hip tatt but that's just me *gestures to gif*)

trauma be damned you just KNOW that man can work a grill, and his favorite things to toss on there besides a mean burger is probably some really good chicken breast or pork ribs (if you try to eat it with any sauce or claim its dry in the slightest he WILL give you a look like you're a man marked for death - he definitely gives the vibe of a being a bbq purist lol)

Walker definitely has a half-baked memoir manuscript somewhere in his house that he was working on from his Captain America days (that was definitely scrapped for obvious reasons) with some corny working title like "Small Town Hero" or "My American Dream" or some shit

After finding out more deets about the divorce either Yelena or Bob (or maybe even Alexei?) puts Walker onto Chappell Roan and he has certainly cried to Kaleidoscope in his room alone at LEAST once

Walker is a light and slightly restless sleeper thanks to his military days, and if he finds himself in a particularly nasty insomnia spell he likes to go for super late/super early runs to take his mind off things

His drink of choice is probably a tequila soda with extra lime or a good beer depending on what's on tap, with his default being Michelob Ultra or some other light beer (as someone who's worked as a server he definitely fits into that specific category of annoying man at the bar imo)

Walker is of course really into watching football and mainly roots for the Atlanta Falcons, and definitely has a fantasy football league he tries to get the rest of the dudes on the Thunderbolts into when football season comes around

Walker doesn't play many videogames besides maybe Madden or COD but definitely mains as Mario in Mario Kart, and literally everyone gives him shit for it

I don't really need to write this one out but I'm glad we all agree Walker has an IMMENSE praise kink (and maybe even a secret thing for receiving body worship on his end?? who's to say...)

Implications of fucking a super soldier stupid aside, this man has also definitely pulled an Edward Cullen and has broken a headboard or two in his day while getting his freak on, I mean LOOK AT HIM

I also feel like Walker takes a bit more time to butter up romantics wise, especially and understandably after his divorce. I feel like he has at least a few sloppy one night stands he definitely regrets as hes going through the motions of getting his shit back together too - can't blame a man for wanting to feel loved in any way he can get!!

let me know what you think of our beloved second hand cap below if you have any hcs of your own!! i'd love to hear them and just have people to chat and fawn over him with hehehe <3

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VIV!!!!

Viv my beautiful baby

Since most champions have been aged up recently, I wonder what her design would look like?

I tried doing a semi current Viv design, based off of what I would like to see for her ig

She’s so pink and green I love her

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Hey what the fuck Tumblr?

We need to talk about tumblr's systematic fatphobia.

Posts of fat people are being marked as "sexual content" even more frequently than they used to, but now we have this fun little addition as brought to my attention by a friend;

That's right. Not just blatant kink-shaming, but now, if you make posts about or with fat people, you can now be flagged as "promoting disordered eating"! Multiple completely innocent posts of fat people literally just existing in their own bodies have already been flagged this way.

Raise hell about it. Reblog and share fat content more than ever. Don't let this shitty website tell you that your bodies are "wrong" or that you aren't allowed to exist publicly.

Tumblr staff, if you care about eating disorders (you fucking don't), stop promoting this sense of shame and fear and disgust towards the idea of weight gain. Stop shaming and censoring people for posting about their own bodies and experiences. Fatphobia kills. Fatphobia causes disordered eating. Fatphobia is the disease you should be worried about.

This has also been disproportionately affecting fat trans people, because of course it has.

Don't stop talking about it. Don't let this bullshit ceo silence you.

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Mark Waid also wrote my favorite Daredevil run, where Matt goes through it, as per the usual, but difficult things are handled with tactfulness. Such as Foggy's diagnosis near the end. That really shows Matt's commitment to Foggy, when he has to brave the over-stimulation from the hospital for his best friend

Mark Waid talked about his favorite moment writing Fantastic Four in today’s Marvel podcast. He said it was a page in his very first issue where Reed explained to infant Valeria why he called himself Mr. Fantastic and why he tried to make the F4 into celebrities. It was really about his (Reed’s) guilt.

I’ve read those particular panels so many times, they were my favorite or at least one of my favorites in the whole world comic books. I just went back and read them again. These two pages never failed to make me emotional.