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Assigned little spoon at dance choreography 🥺

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"Un-uhlaive? UN-UHLAIVE? Ma'am, that man has been killed. He has been MUHDUHED. To DEATH."

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my ultimate sexual fantasy is to annoy a man so much that he falls in love with me

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Ahhh, seems so fun! I wanna join!

i'm over 5'5 (I'm only 5'3) / i wear glasses or contacts / i have blonde hair / I often wear sweatshirts / i prefer loose clothing over tight clothes (depends on the occasion)/ i have one or two piercings / i have at least one tattoo / i have blue eyes / i have dyed or highlighted my hair / i have or have had braces / i have freckles / i paint my nails / i typically wear makeup / i don’t often smile / resting bitch face / i play sports / i play an instrument / i know more than one language / i can cook or bake / i like writing / i like to read / i can multitask / i’ve never dated anyone / i have a best friend i’ve known for over five years / i am an only child/ i've had cosmetic surgery / i like cats more than dogs (I love them equally) / Stucky is my OTP / i'm allergic to nuts/I cant leave the house without lipgloss / I'm really good at drawing / team Iron Man forever / I am allergic to chocolate / i rarely have dreams when I sleep/ I love to binge watch/ I am still in school / I can code in at least one language / I have had a crush on the same actor for more than five years

tag game 🤭

[not mine - lost track of OP!]

rules: color the sentence that's true about you, add one fact to the list, and tag your moots!

i’m over 5'5 / i wear glasses or contacts / i have blonde hair / i often wear sweatshirts / i prefer loose clothing over tight clothes / i have one or two piercings / i have at least one tattoo / i have blue eyes / i have dyed or highlighted my hair / i have or have had braces / i have freckles / i paint my nails / i typically wear makeup / i don’t often smile / resting bitch face / i play sports / i play an instrument / i know more than one language / i can cook or bake / i like writing / i like to read / i can multitask / i’ve never dated anyone / i have a best friend i’ve known for over five years / i am an only child/ i've had cosmetic surgery / i like cats more than dogs/ Stucky is my OTP

NPTs (tagging a bunch from my fics taglist):

@scottishrosefury, @not-that-syndrigast, @lolitsbuckybarnes, @kathy-2005, @stuckysgal, @thenewmissescullen, @literaryavenger @Yoruse, @foulpersonahandsvoid, @autumnrose40, @alexakeyloveloki, @witch-lemon, @sapphirebarnes, @notyourtypicalrose, @era, @gretasimp

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DONT BE A FOOL - MATT MURDOCK

Pairing: matt x wife!reader

Word Count: 2, 156

Summary: After a very tense argument about a misused name, your apologetic husband ends up getting looped in by your students.

//follow-up to three empty words but can probably be read on its own//

The next morning, you refused to dilly dally your morning routine. Your shower was quick, your hair and makeup remained simple. Even your outfit was more or less the first thing you grabbed from your closet. You gathered all of your papers - which you hadn’t gotten around to grading the night before - and your laptop before Matt’s alarm had even gone off.

You skipped making breakfast, deciding to stop at a coffee shop on the way to work instead, and hustled out the door. You ignored the still sleeping figure of Elektra on your couch even though your brain wanted to soak her with cold water and kick her out. You did slam the door on your way out but that was just to satisfy your own anger.

You walked into your classroom and let out a loud sigh as you dropped into your deskchair. You were thankful to be out of the house, in your own space for the time being. As you began grading the papers and piling them according to the hours, your mind wandered back to the night before. You wondered if Elektra would be out of your apartment when you got back. You wondered if Matt would tell Foggy and Karen that you two got into a fight last night. You then found yourself wondering if Matt was actually going to go to work that morning.

You realized you were staring blankly at the student’s worksheet in front of you so you shook the thoughts and focused on the daunting stacks before you.

Most of the hours were business as usual. Your normal rowdy students were a bit extra, but that might’ve been due to your already grated nerves more than their own behaviors. It wasn’t until the hour before lunch that you found some of your students more huddled and secretive than usual.

“What are you doing in the corner?” You called, peaking over your computer at the small group. “There’s, what, five minutes till the bell?”

“Mrs. Murdock, what’s your husband’s name?” One of the girls, Liv, asked with an innocent expression. The same one she gave you when she explained her lacking assignments.

“Matthew.” You titled down your screen to see them better. “Why?”

“What does he do again?”

“Lawyer. Why?”

“Is he handsome?” Another girl, Nicole, asked with wiggling eyebrows.

You had to refrain from rolling your eyes at your middle schoolers.

“Yes, very.” You smiled slightly. “I wouldn’t have married him if he wasn’t.”

“And if he’s a lawyer, he’s gotta be smart, right?”

“Again, very. He went to Columbia.”

“So like… Is he why you’re so sad today?” Blake, the only boy in the group, chimed in with a nonchalant shrug.

“Guys.” You frowned slightly. “I’m not sure what you’re doing, but I’m not sad. Me and Mr. Murdock are fine. We’re happily married. And you should be worried about your own relationship drama, not mine.”

“So you admit there’s drama?” Nicole countered quickly.

“Between Blake and Emmy? Yes.” You nodded and Emmy’s jaw dropped while her friends poked her teasingly. “Between me and Mr. Murdock, no.”

“Mhmm.. So why is the photo face down?”

“What?”

“The photo by your computer.” She came across the room and lifted the frame near your laptop that was in fact, face down. “You told us on the first day that this was one your favorite photos and you have it on it’s face… There’s drama, Mrs. Murdock.”

“You’re very observant, Nicole. Thank you.” You said flatly as you took the frame from her hands and set it in it’s rightful position. “I must’ve knocked it over when I was trying to find you and Liv’s missing portfolio project.” “You can’t deflect, Mrs. M.” Liv added from across the room. “It’s all over your face.”

“Y’know what.” You announced, standing from your desk. “The bell rings in less than two minutes. You guys can all go to lunch early.”

A chorus of questions arose while you heard the door being pushed open.

“They can’t write you all up.” You shrugged and dropped back in your chair while the meddling group made their way into the hall.

The girls continued to whisper to themselves and glanced back at you, to which you shooed them away. When you were finally alone in your classroom, you let out a heavy sigh and rubbed a hand over your eyes.

Usually, you adored having open communication with your students because that meant they trusted you. But at the same time, that meant they felt entitled to know your life story whether you like it or not. The bell echoed in your ears so you spun your chair to the small fridge under your desk that held your lunch.

You clicked play on a playlist from your laptop and began eating your lunch, typing away to enter in grades. You knew you should just do nothing, scroll mindlessly on your social medias instead or maybe even call Foggy to ensure Matt made it to work, but the busy work for your eyes, head, and hands felt better. Plus, you weren’t exactly sure what you would’ve said that could’ve gotten your question answered without being a dead giveaway. So you kept working instead.

“MRS. MURDOCK!” Liv nearly yelled as she burst through your door, maybe halfway through the lunch hour. “OHMYGODYOULLNEVERBELIEVE-”

“Liv!” You said in shock, nearly dropping your water bottle. “What is going on? Is everything okay?”

“Look at this!” She hurried across and showed you her phone screen. Oddly enough, it was a photo of the back of a man exiting a taxi. What stood out to you was the white cane in his hand.

“It’s a guy getting out a cab.” You tried to reason, gently pushing her phone away. “That’s what you ran in here to tell me?”

“But he’s blind!”

“So it seems.”

“Don’t you know what this means?” She insisted with a small stomp.

You simply shrugged and raised your brows.

“It’s Mr. Murdock! He came to apologize!”

“Liv, I appreciate your concern for my marriage but we’re fine, okay? It’s not like he and I are heading towards a divorce. We’re just in a bit of an argument. It’ll be fine.”

“Are you sure? Because I’ve never seen you so…” She gestured vaguely to you.

“Yes, I’m sure. Now go back to your lunch, please. I have to finish these.”

“But-”

“No.”

“Mrs. M, just-”

“Liv, boundaries, please.”

“Just listen!”

“No.” You said firmly. “Go back to your lunch.”

She huffed slightly but retreated to the door. As she was heading out, she nearly ran into one of the monitors.

“Sorry to intrude, Y/N.” The monitor said as she popped her head in. “I have a visitor for you.”

“Another one of my kids being a problem?” You sighed and wheeled yourself a bit further from your desk. “Send ‘em in. They can sit in the corner till next class.”

“Actually, I think you’ll be glad to see this one.” She smiled knowingly and reached for something outside the doorframe.

Before you could voice another question, she ushered Matt through the door. He said his usual thanks for being guided and the monitor gave you an approving nod and thumbs up. She mouthed a very not subtle ‘He’s very handsome’. You smiled awkwardly in agreement but once the door closed, you rolled your eyes and went back to your gradebook.

“Could’ve called.” You said simply.

“I didn’t think you would answer.” Matt replied honestly.

“Probably wouldn’t have… Shouldn’t you be at work?”

“I couldn’t focus.”

You heard the clicks of him folding his cane as he wandered around your classroom. You peaked up to watch him manueaver the desks with such ease that for a split second, you forgot he was blind. You watched him run his fingers along the bulletin board you had on one wall, leading into the standards and other required signage you had up.

“Did she leave?” You asked and returned to your prior task. You knew if you watched him for too long, he’d know and he’d show you that stupid lopsided smirk that he did.

“She was still pretty weak when I left.” He said and there was a slight sadness in his voice. Though if someone asked if it was for Elektra or your argument, you wouldn’t have been able to say. “But I did ask Stick to find somewhere else to take her to recover if she can’t leave on her own by the time someone gets home.”

“Chivalrous.” You made a face behind your computer screen. “You didn’t have to come all the way here to tell me that.”

He sighed slightly and you mumbled a short complaint to yourself before scooting away from your desk and spinning in your chair to face him, just as he appeared at your side. You folded your hands over your stomach and leaned back in your chair, giving an exaggerated sigh and nod for him to talk.

“Y/N, last night, I said something I shouldn’t have.” He began carefully, as if he was following a carefully rehearsed speech. For all you knew, he had rehearsed it with Foggy that morning before he showed up. “I let Stick push me and I just said the first thing that came to mind.”

“But she shouldn’t be the first thing, right?” You said softly with a small shrug. “Stick shouldn’t be able to push you into saying that, whether you meant it or not.”

“You’re right.” He admitted and your brows went up slightly. “I shouldn’t have said that. You are the only woman that I want to be with. I married you, without any hesitation. I never had second thoughts or second thoughts or anything. You, Y/N Murdock, have my heart.”

You nodded slowly but said nothing as you stood. You crossed your arms and looked up at him, him offering a hopeful expression in return. You broke into a small smile and nudged him with your shoulder before moving past him. He followed you almost instantly and you took him to the wall on the other side of your desk near the window.

“The kids started calling this the Sweetheart’s Spotlight.” You said quietly with a small smile. “They keep a polaroid camera in one of the cubbies and every Friday, they rearrange the couples in order of their favorites… They made me put a photo of us on here, too.”

“Where do we rank?” He smiled slightly.

“We’ve been number one since it started.” You laughed. “They tell me that you’re the best by default since I’m their favorite teacher.”

“Lucky me.”

“You know I’m still upset, right?” You said carefully when the air was too light between you two.

“I know.” He nodded. “I can hear it in your voice.”

“But I also don’t want to hold onto this fight. So here’s an idea. Elektra’s out of the apartment today. You two finish whatever crusade you’re on. You make sure you don’t get yourself killed. She leaves New York and it’s all put to bed.”

“Consider it done.” He nodded. “And I know better than to get myself killed. I’ve got it too good to die.”

“Yeah because then I’m a widow and there’s not much life insurance to cash in on.” You joked as the lunch bell rang.

“I should get going.” He nodded before gently taking your hand. “I love you. So much.”

“I love you too.” You said softly as your students started filing in.

“OHMYGOD.” One of your students yelled and you closed your eyes tightly, quietly groaning in embarrassment. “IS THAT WHO I THINK IT IS?”

“Yes, Luna.” You said, feeling the blush across your cheeks. “This is Mr. Murdock and he’s leaving.”

You pulled Matt towards the door as he laughed. Your kids yelled questions that you tried to ignore until Matt stopped, pulling you to stop with him.

“It’s career week!” One of the boys yelled. More so a demand.

“I’m aware, Jack.” You nodded. “What does that have to do with this?”

“He’s not here to talk to us about lawyers?” The boy’s head cocked as he asked his question.

“That’s exactly why I’m here.” Matt grinned and you groaned again. “Let’s give Mrs. Murdock a break, right?”

“You’re so dead.” You threatened quietly with a laugh before heading back to your chair. 

“Okay, kids.” You announced. “He’s blind and can’t write. I’m not getting up. Take your own notes and keep your questions relevant to his career, okay?”

“Yes, Mrs. Murdock.” They all answered.

“All yours, Mr. Murdock.” You gestured before returning to grading and the personal questions started flying.

“How did you guys meet?!”

“What’s her favorite color?!”

“Did you see the wall?!” “He can’t see!”

“Are they always this rowdy?” He asked you with a slight laugh.

“You’re new and exciting.” You shrugged. “Take it as a compliment.”

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I'm THE feminine gaze Daredevil artist, sorry, argue with a man or something.

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During this scene, Feminism didn't just leave my body, it ran away to a far off land and has changed its name so i can't find it again

Especially when Deva said,"Tired? So soon?"

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Baachi annoyed af: You know every problem cannot be solved with a sword.

Deva: That's why I carry two swords.

Baachi:

Deva: 😊😊 one for me and the bigger one for Varadha 😊😊

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Deva , covered in blood , with a freshly minted tattoo, ripping his shirt off and doing complex moves with a sword, blood dripping off of it. To top it off, there are scars( suspiciously like finger nails) on his BACK!!!!

Are you kidding me?? Seriously, Varadha , you better jump the guy or I WILL!!!!

Apologies, my brain is extra thirsty today .

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I have a better job for those fingers deva, down my t[ GUNSHOT]..

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Graduating from simping over Varadha to joining him in simping over Deva

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All I Feel is You

Pairing: Matt Murdock x Fem Reader

Word Count: 10,700

Summary: The story of how Matt Murdock falls in love with you, as told through the five senses

Trigger Warnings: Mentions of sex and oral sex

Written for this post by @dorothleah

Seriously guys, this was supposed to be short🤣🤣

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Y'ALL

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AITA for beheading a man who touched my best friend ?

my (35m) boy best friend (35m) is part of a royal family that is hidden away from the majority of society (it's like a tribe that with his father's influence isn't part of the indian constitution and they get silly like that)

(tldr: they are powerful and rich).

We broke up (as friends ofc) at a very young age but promised to see each other. he came back for me this year and we have continued our platonic (definitely) relationship while i worked as his body (ayyy) guard (ifykwim).

they kept walking over my baby boy in that place and there was no way i could let that slide but my sweet boy said no, so i controlled myself.

i did that untiiiiiiil there was pedophilia involved?? i ended up murdering this guy and apparently that was wrong and i shouldn't have, blah blah he's a r@pist idc. problem is i got my sweet boy into trouble.

so me and my bro's gang got put in jail and were presented in court. now here's where it got messyyyyy. so idk the father of the guy i killed got all angry (crazy cause that's over a p3do son) . and i told him to take it out on me but he did NOT listen. he put his hands on my man.

i warned him and he didn't listen so i ended up chopping of that arm and beheaded him. it's so silly and he had it coming.

i don't think it's that big of a deal but everyone and their mother's panties is twisted. my sweetheart told me im a girlboss and he's a gatekeep and e we could gaslight together but that i need to be "careful". he loves me so idrc.

but reddit, do you think i'm the asshole ??

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Deva made me realise that I indeed do like dilfs covered in blood ☝️

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I have read this many times. It has comforted me and helped me when I really needed. I have cried while reading this almost every time. I don't have words to tell you how helpful its been. Thank you ❤

Gifted Kid Burnout | Matt Murdock

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Pairing: Matt Murdock x f!Reader (she/her pronouns)

Summary: She’s tired, burned out and he wants nothing more than to help her.

a/n: This is a self-indulgent Drabble because I hate my life right now and school sucks balls, so I really needed something to get the tension off my chest. It didn’t help, but oh well… this was written in thirty minutes like it’s my fucking diary. Sorry for bothering you with this angsty piece without plot, but maybe you’ll like it.

Wordcount: 1k

Warnings: angst, fear of failing, established relationship

She’s tired.

He knows it - he can hear the sheer tension in her muscles every time she shifts, tied into a million little knots that are slowly but steadily starting to overlap. He can hear the unsteady rhythm of her heart beating hard against the inside of her ribcage, affected by the many milligrams of pure caffeine pumping through her veins, and her breathing is off ever so slightly like she’s trying not to choke on the air she inhales. The oxygen is burning in her lungs and that makes her uncomfortable, causing her to move from side to side more often. She tries to find a position she might be comfortable enough to rest in, but her attempts are to no avail. Her knuckles crack; she doesn’t do it on purpose, but every time she stretches, another one of her limbs releases a soft crack. Crack, crack, crack…

She’s tired and exhausted and she’d much rather pass away than spend another hour awake and staring at the blurry page of her textbook, but she doesn’t show it. He listens, he observes, but no matter how many times he clears his throat to get her attention, she refuses to admit that she’s reached a critical point that seems to rest just before breaking. She’s falling apart, but she doesn’t show it to anyone, not even herself.

The strain in her voice comes from a lack of sleep, food, and the many tears she shed but won’t tell him about. He knows better than to push her. She might listen, but the chances of her retreating into her shell, curling up, and protecting herself from the bombs that are his words are far higher. Terrifyingly so.

He hasn’t been so worried in a long time. At the same time though, he has never related to anything more than the state she’s in, sitting at the dining table and drowning in thin paper sheets instead of a comfy blanket on the couch like he is.

She’s a candle at her wit’s end, the flame about to go out any second.

Her palm slaps down on the book before her and he flinches, too deep in thought to pay more attention to his surroundings. Her heartbeat has increased again, shooting through the roof, and the clog in her lungs doesn’t come from the toxic oxygen anymore.

He waits. One, two, three… She knows he’s there, she knows she can run to him anytime she wants; he’s waiting for her to move, but she’s still too proud to admit the truth to herself.

She’s tired and she needs to rest.

Finally, after what feels like hours of bones cracking and tense muscles shifting, the book closes. She’s done.

“Matty,” her voice sounds broken from where she’s sitting, and he has to resist the urge to come and scoop her up because it is knowingly the last thing she wants when she is already so wound up.

He smiles softly in her direction, sightless eyes wandering until he reaches the spot where he could hear her heart beating. Unsteady, racing, terrified, and in pain.

“What is it, bug?” he asks, his voice only a gentle breeze in the cozy, yellow ceiling light and the purple reflection from the Billboard outside the window.

“I can’t do this anymore,” she whispers. “I don’t want to do this anymore. I’m so tired…”

There it is. He sighs, relieved at her change of mind, and rises from his spot on the couch. The leather creaks. He rounds the furniture, approaching the love of his life with the most careful of steps. She’s like a frightened deer, easily disturbed and scared away, so he has to be careful. He has to be careful about what to say, where to touch and when to interfere or she might slip away from him.

Stress is not a joke once it turns into a serious problem, a chronic illness, so to speak. It tears your soul open, leaves your mind bare and vulnerable, and robs your body of all the strength it needs to sustain you.

“How far are you?” he asks.

She shrugs. “Not nearly far enough. I still got about two topics to revise. About ten pages of useless information each.”

“And when’s the exam?”

“Two days.”

“So do a topic a day then,” he says. “Please, you’re wearing yourself thin. Take a break, sweetheart. I mean it.”

“I can’t, not when this-” she points at the mess around herself that he clearly can’t see, but he knows what she means regardless, “will decide over my academic future. I almost had to retake the class because I was this close to failing.” Her breathing shuddered again and the clog seems to release itself against the power of her will. “I can’t do this again. I have to pass. This semester has to be better. Great, even. I need to succeed, just once.”

Is it too much to ask? Sometimes, it feels like it is. The universe only laughs at her and does the exact opposite of what she wants. She sees herself like that all the time, with no one on her side but endless failure and despair. She doesn’t see a happy ending, only the draining present day. Positive outcomes are a stranger to her, no matter how many times he tries to prove her wrong. He’s powerless.

She’s broken glass in his hands, bound to make him bleed, but for her he would gladly walk through fire if she asked him to.

He brushes her hair back over her shoulder, down her back, and digs his thumbs into her shoulder blades. She groans at the gentle yet firm touch as he starts to untangle the knots. He tries to, at least, but every time he loosens one, another pops up.

“Take a break,” he breathes into her ear, “It’s too late for you to be studying. You need sleep, you need rest and most importantly, you need to let it out.”

He must have judged the signs of her body correctly because the words have barely left his mouth before she sucks in another sharp breath, and then the taste of salt explodes on his tongue from the tears tainting the air.

Matt holds her as she cries into his arms. Her body is shaking and he wants nothing more than to take the tension off her shoulders, but he can’t. It hurts him that he can’t. She’s crying so hard, he’s afraid she might suffocate, and then she almost does and it hurts him even more. He tells her to breathe. She barely does.

He carries the fragile woman into the bedroom, holding her even closer as he slips into the bed, under the silk sheets, and sits up against the headboard. She’s in his lap now, back pressed to his chest and she cries even more, overwhelmed at his love and the thoughts racing through her mind.

She can’t accept his love, even if handed to her on a silver platter. She can’t accept his love because every time she almost fails at something, she feels less deserving of the one good thing in her life. But not just him, her friends and family too. She feels as if loving her is a chore and they’re only going to get hurt, if they haven’t already. She can’t accept it, no matter how hard she tries to stir her thoughts in a plausible, rational direction.

She doesn’t want to be a burden. She wants to be good, the best, and succeed like she had once. Everyone was so proud of her then. She did everything right and got rewarded for it. Whatever she’s doing wrong now, it can’t be because of school itself – she’s convinced it has to be her fault. Why else would everyone else thrive while she’s left behind, praying for a better outcome that never really comes?

She feels worthless. As if failing is all she would ever be able to do for the rest of her life, and that makes her afraid of failing at loving him too. Hurting him is the last thing she wants, so it hurts, even more, to have him so close to her. She can feel his love through the metaphysical connection that has them tied together like a brick that keeps a body heavy on the ocean ground.

But he holds her, and suddenly she’s not tired anymore, just physically exhausted, and she can’t believe he’s here with her.

He kisses her head. “You’ve got this,” he tells her. “I know you do. You are so strong… don’t let a grade drag you down. It doesn’t define who you are. Grades don’t define your worth or your intelligence. If you fail, so what? I’m still going to be proud of you. Your friends and family will support you. It’s just one class, and you passed last semester, so you will now. Screw good grades!” he says. “Don’t let them tear you down, sweetheart. You are so much more powerful than they will ever be. I believe in you.”

She whimpers, “Why?” And her nails claw at his sweatpants.

“Because,” his arms come to rest around her shoulders, compressing her, limiting her thoughts and filling her senses with just him, “You’re my girl, and I know how wonderful and smart and most of all, fucking badass my girl can be.”

She’s his girl, until the end of the line. Always.

Matt holds her tight. She feels his heart beating for her, his fingers tracing the skin on her neck, drawing his initials against her pulse point. He owns her heart as much as she does his. “I love you,” he finally speaks the three magic words that have her aching for him in a way not many could understand.

This love runs deeper than the human mind is capable of imagining.

The world could turn its back on her, but Matt Murdock would always stay by her side. And she would be just fine as long as she was with him, too.