hi glitter bombs i will lurk more on @outlawiism for a bit !
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hi glitter bombs i will lurk more on @outlawiism for a bit !
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We miss you 💜 hope you are doing well
asdfghjkl this is so sweet !!!!!!!! thank you so much i missed you all too ! life's been not the Greatest™ ngl i just disappeared into the shadows and not anywhere fun but guess what i am still alive. i hope you and everyone else reading this is having the ABSOLUTE BEST SPRING ever and taking care !
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there's something unsettling about "0 notes" . . .
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“the only thing you need to worry about is you”
❝ i tried to pretend i was better off alone. it didn’t work out. ❞ visage painted with the colors of the bittersweet for the lady to absorb, Matt feels as if a mirror just spoke to him, an old one, one that is now broken for him given he went through the trials that God set for him to find out he belongs with found family & friends. & the lonely path leads to star-piercing flames of Hell. why ? because it would mean he’d lose who he is. the vigilante embraces this side of him that craves connection & he bets she doesn’t mean it either. ❝ i WANT to worry about others and i’m perfectly fine with that being my downfall someday. ❞ a soft sigh, shoulders loll & aimless glance bleeds mirth.�� ❝ so what, you only worry about yourself ? ❞
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“come on, the night’s just getting started”
❝ NO KILLING. ❞ he couldn’t have said that in a darker voice, the dramatic breathing of the devil subsists as the crimson umbra of his costume’s eyes glimmers. his senses scan the caliginous street below through interstices of the metal platform they’ve found themselves on. there’s an unbridled amount of rage within Matt, because they took his best friend. this is precisely why he asked HER for help & not anybody else on the planet. ❝ i can’t question someone if they’re dead. sorry if that comes as a surprise. ❞
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“bet you loved that, didn’t you?” x
the commentary draws a smile on the face of the lawyer, senses settled on the patchwork of documents spelled out in braille. he reads up on the adventures of the infamous Hawkeye : the ultimate precursor for trouble, however a man of good heart. knowing so is why he decided to take up on this case. the detriment to the state is gigantic, one he supposes he can defend using the usual necessity for heroes argument.
❝ it’s not often i am described an evidence photo that is funny, so yes i did. ❞ the obscenity in the image painted in words for him beats the grisly details of any other that usually comes his way. ❝ just how did you get yourself involved in a wild goose chase around New York with no pants on ? ❞
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DAREDEVIL (2015-2018)
- 3.01 • “Resurrection”
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“i think we have different understandings of the word fine”
his life is pendulous, wafting between the shimmer of blood against whitened knuckles & the razor sharp edges of paper, information, arguments. never does the fact that he’s split into two realities bother him. however there are rare moments when an encounter is too close, enough to remind him of his past ironies, the fleeting moments, contradictions of his heart & mind.
it stings & makes him moody. Matt is graceful, but the devil who fights he’s volatile.
he busies himself cleaning his suit, pulverulent, stained from the buildings he leaped off & the blood he drew from the mouths of assailants. the belligerence of the devil still lurks even if he is not wearing it anymore. he takes a deep breath, & holds it, trying to calm himself down. ❝ not everyone is durable like steel. if i’m not dead, i’m fine. ❞
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“i’m not starting over, i’m moving forward”
the fondness that lights up his features comes from a place of sympathy & understanding. Matt Murdock has lost count on how many times he has fallen in a deep pit of despair, only for hope to come back to him & light up his soul like a match striking phosphorus. in his half-prayer & half-profanities, his faith never quells.
there’s a slow & steady nod of his head, radar senses calibrating & culling little details from the other like flowers.
she’s avoided giving the absolute truth in its full glory, as if he’s the devil & although he’s light itself, it will set him afire. he doesn’t judge, given he deigns keeping secrets fair if it means it protects those who he cares about.
the sentiment in her words is familiar, welcomed.
❝ that’s not an easy path to walk. i had my share of failure when it comes to accepting what is and not letting that affect my judgment or behavior for the future. i believe it’s a path anyone could walk if they tried. i am sure you will too. ❞
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he can either reflect the comments, or attempt to diffuse the tension. despite his usual tenacious attitude, he chooses to go down the more comical path, rather, try & fail being funny. he figures it will serve the purpose of being a distraction regardless of his failure. ❝ the pain might be clouding my judgment . . . i’m kidding. ❞ Matt comments. the smile on his face dwindles, leaving its place to a thoughtful expression, almost languid. he means to limit his movements, because there’s a little area on his brow that is on literal fire, or so it feels like.
❝ you’re a very smart lady, that’s for sure. me commenting on whether you could have had a calling as a lawyer might actually end up giving you clues on your suspicions about what you think happened to me. ❞
& saying so gives her nothing. if he slips, he can blame his concussion he can feel is ready to burgeon. a tilt of his head, senses SPREAD across space, waves quavering against what his mind interprets. there’s the vicissitude of medicine in a bottle, humming to him. ❝ there’s one in the kitchen cupboards, second one from the left, top shelf, left corner. ❞
they all have different fires, different levels of damage that world has inflicted upon. perhaps she's lucky hers is so much easier to hide - yet there is no doubt they all have their boxes of secrets to hide. ❝ now, aren't lawyers meant to be good judges of character? do I seem the kind who doesn't know how to fix up a pavement induced cut or two? ❞ maeve has no need to fully believe him, no inclination to pretend that she does, but there is no part of gentle nature that makes her capable of simply walking away when there is anything she may assist with. ( she needs to be helpful, it has always been her downfall, a little too much empathy. )
she's no medical doctor, but stitches are something she has done enough times that they've started to feel like muscle memory.
❝ I get it, you don't want to talk about it, or to tell me what's happening. ❞ voice remains soft, lacking in any true accusation. instead all that scientist speaks are observations - clever eyes studying him before they flicker around space. ❝ will you tell me where you have a first aid kit tucked away at least? I'm quite the fusser. if you let me distract myself by helping, I shall surely be too busy to continue asking questions you need to dodge. unless you wish to continue checking if I had any calling as a lawyer? ❞
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he’s grateful for the chill of the biting air. it serves as a distraction as they venture down the streets he has memorized like the patterns of veins running through her body. he was scared he’d forgotten her. his cane is in display for pure theatrics, blending in as an ordinary blind man comes as a reflex until they’re in the comfort of the apartment complex. ❝ not sure if i could afford to, and i guess i don’t see a reason to anymore. ❞ she was his reason. a gulp behind his throat, that bittersweet expression that crosses his lips when there’s a tinge of heartbreak is in full bloom.
he turns the key ; it twists like the muscles in his jaw. ❝ sorry, i don’t mean to imply anything or make you uncomfortable. i’m just being honest something i didn’t always do with you before. ❞ Matt steps in, politely turning & gesturing towards his living space. it’s not easy for him to pretend or keep his emotions pressed down, not like she can. he is no SPY & he’s not exactly the best to keep his temper in matters of heart.
this is not the courtroom. this is his home, his home with its missing piece existing within it in this exact moment. Matt is cautious heading towards the table situated by the kitchen area, setting down his bag, the cane, his coat, his bravery from earlier . . . ❝ i can’t believe you’re actually here. ❞
__________✧ SHE'S NEVER HAD A TRUE HOME. when she lived her life as the married natalia shostakova, that house had been gifted to her by the party. bugged && staged with furniture that was not their own. san francisco had been a fleeting dream. avengers tower was a job, her safe homes were temporary, the red room was closer to a circle of hell than any childhood home. when he speaks those words with such conviction, she can't help but feel a twinge in her chest for something she never had. this is the closest she's ever come: a refuge in the city with one who had still has part of her heart.
✧__________ SHE IS THE ONE WHO HUGS CORNERS && WALLS, yet she forces herself towards the middle of the office as he packs up, shifting from one foot to the other. chewing the inside of her cheek to prevent sarcastic comments from coming across as hostile. they failed at this before && that's their great tragedy. she could never hate him even when their past lays in ruins. she wonders if there was a way this could have worked, a way she could have saved herself && them. does their line of work always have to be one or the other ??
__________✧ A SOFT SMILE PRESSES AGAINST HER LIPS. it's still chilly in the city, her favorite time of the year to be honest. she focuses on that simple pleasure now, to ignore the growing unease at who awaits them later tonight. she knows she has to confide the identity of their target to matt, but she hesitates now. ❛ i'd say that sounds great. though you've always had a penchant for being convincing. it's what makes you a great lawyer. can't believe you're still in that building after all this time. never wanted to venture out to something new ?? ❜
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there are certain half-formed statements that will never pass to existence. trying to break through the defenses that the lady has put up against everyone is USELESS. perhaps, it’s better to surrender to her violet waves.
there’s a pattern to the woman next to him, the pattern of her thoughts coming around to BEAT herself up. it’s as if she wages war both against herself & her food.
❝ i’ve met plenty of people in the dark. trust me, you are not a bad person. ❞ Matt comments, voice tinged by a vibration of certainty, callous & thick. unlike Jessica, he is not eating. he only plays with his food because his senses refuse to be fragmentary. they are focused as a whole on the heartbeat of her.
❝ maybe i just like the sound of your grumpy voice. besides, you don’t kick me out, so i could ask you the same thing. ❞
" my secret? " she asks, capturing up the utensils. she wraps her hands around the wood & pries until an uncomfortable snap cracks through the room. " ----- i'm a piece of shit. tends to keep people away. "
a beat passes while she fiddles the lid of one of the containers open. she fishes a hunk of bok choy dribbling with sticky soy sauce up between them.
" --------- most of the time. " the syrup-cloyed vegetable crunches between her molars & she uses the moment to dish out a clump of rice onto the folded-open container that she's using as a plate. she snags a hunk of chicken, pocketing it into her cheek without ceremony. " current company obviously excluded. " jessica keeps eating for a while, churning through a mess of peanuts, meat, & vegetables before adding:
" if you keep showing up like this with food i'm going to think you have a crush on me. "
" or, more likely ---- " muffles around another mouthful. " you have something you want from me. " her brow scathes up a path toward her hairline.
" so, which is it? "
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Daredevil (2015-2018)
2.03 | New York’s Finest
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Daredevil (2015–2018)
S03E01 ✛ RESURRECTION
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there’s no doubt that he would be safer with the more famous heroes of the city. Matt does not have their stamina, or inhuman capabilities, however there’s an edge to being with him. stealth. & the arguments that he’s about to make.
❝ i’m sorry if this is a little too forward, Caspian, but you’re more than welcome to stay with me. since i represented Mr. Castle in the past, he wouldn’t be hostile towards me, not quickly anyway. ❞
the offer may seem too generous. only if he could tell him the real reason why & the truth about Daredevil.
❝ i am confident that Mr. Russo is not a good man regardless of what his relationship is with him. i don’t know if you followed The People versus Frank Castle at all, but Mr. Castle has very specific targets. he just doesn’t happen to use the LAW to deal with them. ❞
WELL HE DID HAVE A PLACE , THE AVENGERS COMPOUND , but he was not sure if even there was safe. What if the Avengers were not home right now? " Well I was thinking of the Avengers compound, but I do not want to risk their lives for my own. It is not noble milord." Caspian says. He is still a prince, without his kefta and even if he was identity was stolen.
He shakes his head. " To answer your question, no. I do not have a place to stay. " The prince could always check in a hotel. That could work.
The werewolf tapped the phone case and he frowned. " I suppose Mr. Castle and Mr. Russo have a history together? " Caspian has no clue how any of this works. If he could go back to London, he could, but he did not want to leave without his identity falling into the wrong hands. " My name is Caspian, not Mr. Wolfe." Caspian snickers a little.
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