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‼️ RENT HELP‼️

For the last time (I hope) I need help making rent. I lost my job in November and now have to move back home (not great). I’m behind on my rent and need to clear my balance before moving out in the 30th otherwise my building will take me to court and that would be even worse. Any little bit helps.

C*shapp & V*nmo: S_Maye95

P*ypal: DM me

Thanks again in advance, I know it’s tough for a lot of us. Your kindness is so appreciated 🩷

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It's my 8 year anniversary on Tumblr 🥳

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Jake Lockley, you there?

I swear that wasn’t me. Then who was it? 

You’re the one going on a killing spree. I didn’t do any of this. Me neither.

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You killed him? I needed to talk to that guy. About a dig site. MOON KNIGHT | 1x03 “The Friendly Type”

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Oscar Isaac as Steven Grant/Mr. Knight

MOON KNIGHT | 1x03 The Friendly Type

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#Them…

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MOON KNIGHT🌙

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#That’s it. #That’s the show 

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i don't know anything about acting but Oscar Isaac transitioning between Marc and Steven in a matter of seconds it's breath-taking

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OSCAR ISAAC fighting and looking like That™  as MARC SPECTOR M🌑 🌔N KNIGHT (2022-)

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“I can turn back the night sky.”

MOON KNIGHT (2022-) S01E03 | “The Friendly Type”

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#Steven:

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I'm just going to leave these here... 🏃💨

MOON KNIGHT - S1EP3 gifs.

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steven grant appreciation post 💖

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His life had been punctuated by horrible awakenings, in and out of cold sleep as the ark ship conducted its centuries-long odyssey. Each time he had found himself in another time, another world, less fit for human habitation. That was what the nightmares were about: not the cold itself, which was only a trigger. Not even that he might not wake, though that had been a real possibility with the Gilgamesh’s failing life support. He feared waking once more into a world he didn’t understand, where everyone else had rushed ahead and left him behind. - Adrian Tchaikovsky, Children of Ruin

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happy black history month, reblog black writers

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De-stress - Matt Murdock

Could I please request a Matt Murdock x reader smut? Something where the reader is trying to help Matt de-stress after spending so many nights out fighting on the streets

I know it’s rather short, but I’m content with how it’s turned out. Enjoy! :)

Requested by: anon

Warning(s): smut

“C’mon Matt! Where are you?!” I scream into my phone before throwing it onto the couch with a loud thud.

Matt’s been gone for two whole nights now and he hasn’t even come back during the day. Well, maybe he has, I haven’t really checked his office. But I do know that he hasn’t been home, at least, not when I was there.

Matt always tells me not to worry about him, but what does he expect? He always ends up hurt and with cuts all over his body when he returns from a night out as Daredevil. Maybe one day he won’t even come home at all! Hell, I shouldn’t be thinking about that right now, the idea alone already makes me want to crawl back into bed and cry my eyes out, because, in fact, he hasn’t come home yet, and I have no idea where he is or what I’m supposed to do if he hasn’t returned in a couple of hours.

At some point my crying exhausts me so much that I fall asleep, only to be woken up by a body falling on the spot next to me with a rather loud grunt. My eyes immediately fly open and when my sight is focused, the man I’ve been worried about for hours casually lays next to me. I look him over and over, searching for any big wounds or something in that area, but there are only a few small cuts to be seen.

“Matt?” I ask softly, trying not to sound too angry or concerned. I’m not really angry, actually, it’s just- he always acts so damn casual about these things and I’ve got the feeling he really doesn’t know what it does to me when he’s gone for so long, not knowing whether he’s alive or not.

I mean, he probably doesn’t realise how much he means to me, I don’t even know if he feels the same, that’s why I never dared to say those three particular words to him, but I need to get it off my chest soon, ‘cause it’s killing me that he doesn’t know entirely how I feel.

Matt gently rolls over onto his side, “Yeah?”

I throw myself at him, still gently though, in case he is hurt somewhere I can’t see, and let out a heavy sigh. “God I’m so glad you’re back!”

Matt lets out a breathy laugh and wraps his arms around my form, taking me further into his embrace and pressing my body flush against his own. It’s only now that I realise he’s only wearing his boxers.

As I lay on top of him, my legs on either side of his body, I can’t help but feel something form in the pit of my stomach. I slowly move my arm from behind his neck to his arm and stroke it softly, feeling the muscles relax under my touch. “Jesus, you’re tense, relax.”

At that, Matt laughs, “Sorry, it’s the stress…”

An idea pops up in my mind and I lean down to press my lips against Matt’s, kissing him deeply. My hands start roaming his body and I can feel his body reacting to my actions. When I press myself slightly down against him, he lets out a low grunt, following my name in a hungry voice. His reaction encourages me to continue what I was planning to do.

Our tongues meet in a hungry kiss and battle for dominance, mine eventually winning. It’s funny, really, Matt’s usually the one in charge, but today I decide it’s his turn to just let it all happen for him. Today it’s my turn to let him feel good.

“Just relax, baby.” I tell Matt before pressing another hot kiss on his lips. My hands slide down his trained body and when I reach the waistband of his boxers, I hook my fingers under them and slide them down in one swift motion.

Matt’s member immediately jumps up and a soft slap is heard when it meets his lower stomach. I smile to myself, thinking to myself that it’s all me who got him in this state.

One of my hands grabs the bas of his cock and I guide it slowly into my mouth, licking the tip when it reaches my lips. Matt hisses at the feeling and unconsciously moves up his hips, causing me to restrain myself with all I’ve got from gagging at his member suddenly being completely in my mouth.

“Shit, sorry.” Matt immediately tells me, I tell him it’s alright and press a light kiss to lips before going back to business.

Once his cock is back into my mouth, I start pumping it with one hand, while the other goes down my body to pleasure myself. I let out a small and quiet hiss when I start rubbing my clit, but my focus is back on Matt before I can lose myself completely.

I work my mouth all around his cock, licking everywhere possible and sucking on it as much as possible, earning loud groans from my boyfriend.

When Matt starts thrusting himself into my mouth, I pull away, licking the pre-cum from the head in the process. The dissatisfied sound that leaves Matt’s mouth has me laughing, “Don’t worry handsome, I’m not done yet.”

Before Matt can answer, move my body up and sit down onto him, feeling his cock twitching at the feeling of entering my body.

As soon as I’m adjusted to his big size, I start riding him, grinding myself down onto his body as much as possible. It’s the first time having sex with him like this, ‘cause he usually likes to take control and all, but I must admit, I’m in for more like this, God it feels amazing.

“Yes- (Y/N), God!” Matt chimes when I pick up my pace. I move a bit forward, resting my hands on his chest. Matt’s hands immediately fly up to grab my breasts and he starts caressing them with his rough hands, earning a loud moan from me.

As soon as the moan leaves my mouth, Matt pushes his hips at my every thrust to meet me halfway, intensifying the feeling of our bodies being one.

“Jesus Matt-”

Matt grunts, “I know, I’m close too.”

And only a couple of thrust later, I feel Matt releasing inside me, sending me over the edge as well, “Matt! I- I love you, Matt! Sweet jesus.”

We both ride down our highs and I gently move away from him to quickly clean myself in the bathroom. When I get back, Matt’s wearing his boxers, the sheets only covering half of his body. His hands are behind his head.

I move back into the bed and pulls the covers over me before scooting closer to Matt, who immediately puts his arm around me.

We enjoy the silence for a while, just enjoying each other’s presence, before Matt slowly turns his head to me so I can see his face. I look at him with an expectant expression, moving one hand up to gently stroke his cheek.

“So you love me?” his voice is barely more than a whisper.

For a moment I tense up, but I soon come to the conclusion that there’s no use in denying my confession from earlier. “I do, Matthew. Very much actually. That’s why it kills me when you’re away so often, leaving me to wonder whether you’ll come back or that I’d never see you alive again. I don’t want to lose you, Matt. I can’t.”

The smile that enters his face is indescribably beautiful. He leans in and pressed a loving kiss on my lips, bringing his hand up to cup my face, caressing the side of my face with his thumb. “I’ll always come back, (Y/N). Because I love you, too. I won’t leave you behind, never.”