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Whenever I try to explain Repo! The Genetic Opera to someone, I’m just like “it’s a really pointed commentary on capitalism and medicine as a for-profit industry, with about 50,000 gallons of fake blood and, um, also it’s a musical? made by the producers of Saw?” like just watch this movie, I can not describe it, but it is an Experience and also Paris Hilton is in it and her face falls off, please this is one of my favorite movies.

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Bitches take one glance at a mans hands and imagine them wrapped around their throat.

It’s me, I’m bitches.

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did cinderella ever talk to her man about his faceblindness

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This is fucking adorable

“We’re Not Keeping Him” (fic; Matt Murdock x F!Reader)

So I’ve had asks in my box about ‘but what if TRT!Reader and Matt with a cat’ more than once, and there’s another ask related to them + dogs and cats in my box tonight. That plus earlier discussion with a mutual on how Matt Murdock Is A Cat prompted me to finally dust off this fic I’ve had in my editing folder for days weeks months fuck you adhd and you all need to live with it now. I have no idea if this will end up TRT canon but it was fun to write.

Ship: Matt Murdock x TRT!Reader. You don’t need to have read The Red Thread to enjoy, however. Just know this is a F!Reader, and she finds unfindable things for her job. Rating: Safe. Nothing but fluff, mostly, enjoy Matt and you with kittens.  Wordcount: 3,299 Warnings: Touching on Matt’s depression at one point but otherwise it’s just fluff. Also there are jokes about a cat’s religion and I’m not sure if that’s blasphemy so if that’s not your thing.

There was something off about you as you unlocked the door and let yourself in.

He wasn’t sure what it was, at first, frowning as he tipped his head back on the couch and greeted you. You were bundled up from head to toe, but that wasn’t unusual with how cold it was outside, frost coating the windows, the sounds of the city softened by the falling snow. Much like the city beneath the snow, all the layers you were wearing muffled the sounds of your body, your heartrate and your breathing buried beneath layers of fabric.

But… he thought he heard…

“Hey, Matt,” you said casually, toeing off your shoes. But despite your innocent manner, he knew that near-undetectable pitch upwards in your tone. You were nervous, and hiding it as you made your way further into the apartment.

Something was definitely wrong.

He rose from the couch sharply, focusing his senses on you. But there was nothing in the air like blood that he could taste or smell, and you weren’t moving like you were hurt, though your movements seemed overly cautious. But he was still unsettled, unable to hide his worry as he came towards you. “What’s wrong? Did something happen?”

It could have been anything really. Your job wasn’t as dangerous as his nightly patrols, but hunting down what people had lost still took you to rough places now and then. It was possible you’d been injured, or… or maybe had a run-in with someone. Had they connected you back to Daredevil? What if they’d—

“I’m not hurt,” you said quickly, holding up your hands as you shifted from foot to foot. “Just, uh…”

“If you’re not hurt, then what?” He furrowed his brow, taking another step before you held up a hand. “Sweetheart—”

“You love me… right?” You bit your lip and released it, your fingers picking at the edge of your jacket. “Like, a lot.”

“Of course I do. You know I…”

Wait. Was your jacket… moving?

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This is so beautiful and took a lot of patience!!! ✊

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Rest In Peace to the legendary Betty White. Thank you for being a friend to us all. 😥

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falling

pairing ~ geralt of rivia x f!reader

word count ~ 2.6k

summary ~ when your safety is threatened, geralt realizes how much you mean to him.

warnings ~ angst but super fluffy ending i promise!!, verbal harassment and people being mean to geralt and reader, threat of unwanted touching (nothing inappropriate), geralt is a himbo who doesn't understand feelings

prompt ~ 'if you kiss me, i might just fall in love with you.'

a/n ~ alright so this started as a drabble and turned into a full mini one shot, so thank you anon!! this was not what i had initially planned for my first geralt fic, but it happened!! this turned out a bit angstier than i had planned, but i promise it's a happy, fluffy ending!! anyways, thank you anon for christening the blog with geralt!! prompt is bolded in the fic, and i hope you all enjoy this additional one shot on drabble tuesday!! mwauh!!

He had been like that the entire journey, and though his usual grumpiness was a normal occurrence, he had seemed especially exasperated as of late.

He sat with his back turned to both you and Jaskier as he ate, the bleached light of the moon glinting against the silver the sword that was still fastened to his hip.

Eventually, Jaskier had gathered some nerve to finally walk over and ask him what was wrong, but he only seemed to grunt in response, mumbling something about 'scouting the area', before turning back to face the endless stretch of darkened forest.

Once he returned, Jaskier clumsily flopped down onto the fallen log you two had fashioned into a makeshift bench.

"So?" You asked, a twinge of sadness in your tone. Geralt wasn't always the most talkative person in the world, that you had always been aware of, but recently he had been abnormally agitated, snapping at the both of you without much, if any, provocation, and if he wasn't doing that, he was shutting himself away from the two of you whenever he could.

"Still brooding and sulking" He quipped, "But what's new."

You sighed, staring mindlessly at the bright flames of the small fire in front of you as you thought. What had gotten into him? You tried to think back on any major events that had happened during your travels that may have caused him to be like this, but returned with nothing. The past few weeks had been nothing that he, nor any of you had not already dealt with countless times before.

It seemed that your days recently were stuck on a loop. Geralt would kill whatever creature that had been terrorizing the village or local farm, while you and Jaskier would stay back, meandering about the market for supplies, or maybe even resting in the tavern, and while Jaskier's definition of relaxing may had been slightly different then your own, usually opting to attempt to entertain the extremely uninterested patrons rather than just people-watch in the corner, you would both patiently await for Geralt to stroll in, most likely covered in some type of monster innards, only to speak a gruff 'let's go' to you both before leaving just as abruptly, leaving the two of you to meekly follow behind him.

It was still an adventure, that had never changed. Travelling from place to place, experiencing whatever each kingdom had to offer, and though sometimes that became difficult, you always had Jaskier and Geralt to lift your spirits.

But recently, it felt that Geralt almost refused to look at you, and when he did, it was only to bark at you about something trivial that would always have you and Jaskier looking at each other in confusion.

You were tired of it, but even more, you were angry. You missed him. Even when he was with you, you felt just as alone as ever

"I'm going to talk to him." You huffed, lips now drawn into a thin line of determination, but just as you began to stand, Jaskier swiftly grabbed your arm.

He sighed your name, "Just..." He shook his head, "Let him be, you know how he-"

"Jaskier" You whispered bitterly, "I can't stand him being like this. I am going to talk to him." You quickly pulled your arm from his grip, crossing your arms over your chest.

Jaskier raised his eyebrows at you, looking mildly shocked at your decisive response. He then raised his arms in feigned surrender, and though there was something unintelligible in his gaze that you didn't quiet care for, you chose not to mention it for now.

Geralt's posture seemed to straighten as the leaves crunched under your feet. As you drew closer, you heard him clear his throat, as if readying himself to talk to you.

You first silently stood beside him, the both of you as still as the solid trees that surrounded you while he continued to sit on the stump he had been perched on since he had helped set up your small camp.

You took a deep breath before finally speaking, "You know, I-"

"You could have been hurt." He interrupted sternly.

You almost jumped from the sound of his voice, not expecting him to speak first.

"They could have hurt you."

Oh.

So that's what this was about.

It was about two weeks ago, Jaskier and you were gathering your things from the market when Geralt had finally came to let you know it was time to leave.

It wasn't unusual for people in town to spat nonsense at Geralt, stumbling patrons from the inn screaming something about monsters and mutants and bastards while the three of you walked past, and usually, you would just continue on, head held high, but that day, you didn't know what had possessed you, but there was a new feeling that stirred within you as they yelled their venom at him.

You turned to the group of men suddenly, so sudden in fact, that neither Geralt, Roach, or Jaskier even stopped to see what was happening, they hadn't even noticed you had been left behind.

"He's done nothing but help you!" You cringed at how your voice shook, silently cursing yourself for not somewhat preparing your voice before this.

"An' who are you?" One of the men asked, his smirk a nauseating mix of yellows and blacks.

You swallowed, "I'm- I'm his friend..." You replied timidly, there was a strange feeling of disappointment as you spoke the words, but regardless, you continued. "And he could just as easily leave you all to get killed by those things, but he doesn't." You noticed how fast your breaths had become. You were shocked at your own boldness, barely able to focus on anything else but the vulgar men in front of you. Adrenaline shooting through your every vein as you awaited a response from them.

The men only laughed, smacking each other as they chuckled mockingly at you, so loud, you could barely hear how someone called your name.

"Witcher's 'aven't got any friends" One of the other men said, as the main perpetrator walked slowly closer to you.

" 'Specially not one so pretty..."

As much as your nerves told you to move, to jump away from the man's fingers that threatened to wrap around your wrist, you still held your ground.

It was in that moment when everything became a blur, you felt a pair of firm hands on your shoulders pulling you away, a sharp gasp falling from your lips before your eyes flickered around the group, witnessing the jumble of blows and grunts and pushes.

It was only when the group lay silent on the ground in various positions did you notice the large man in the center of the chaos.

Geralt turned on his heel to face you. "We have to go." He mumbled

"Geralt, I-"

"Now." He shouldered past you, huffing as he stomped off.

You suddenly realized it was since that day that he had been so cantankerous with you.

"Geralt, I was fine"

"You weren't." He spoke sharply at you, finally turning from the woods to face you. "They were going to hurt you."

"But they didn't-"

"They could have!" His voice boomed between the trees, echoing in the forest that surrounded you.

You swallowed, taken aback by his tone, unable to think of any other words to say to him, "I'm sorry, I just thought-"

"No." Geralt stood abruptly, his voice even louder than before, "You weren't thinking." He yelled, "Do you have any idea what they could have done to you if I hadn't been there? What they would have done?"

"I was only trying to help" You meekly replied, tears brimming in your eyes as your voice trembled.

"I don't need your help" He almost scoffed, "And I don't need you standing up for me."

"Geralt..." Your voice was barely above a whisper, and though you tried to deny it for a moment, you couldn't refuse the sinking, shattering feeling that bloomed in your chest.

He stared at you at first, sighing before softly continuing, "I should never have taken you with us to begin with."

You instantly decided that that was infinitely more painful than hearing him yell at you. His soft, mumbled indifference to your existence, erasing any experience you had ever shared with just a few words.

"It was selfish of me, and I'm sorry" He added, "You shouldn't have come. I shouldn't have allowed you to join us."

Your response seemed caught in your throat, but between shallow breaths, you manged to pry them out, "Is this farewell then?" You finally asked.

There was a pregnant pause as you both looked at each other, searching for answers within each others' gaze.

You didn't want for this to be your last night with them, you had fallen asleep so many times to the sound of their bickering outside your tent, or Jaskier's soft singing, to ever be able to fall asleep in silence ever again.

During all the traveling and endless journeys from place to place, home became the two people you had grown so close to.

And he was taking it away from you without a thought.

You wanted to scream, to yell at him for being so selfish, how could he be saying goodbye so easily? After everything you had been through? But you knew that even if you did, he would probably stay just as stoic, and it would drive you further into a melancholic madness.

"I think it would be best" He finally replied.

You could feel an agonizing sob climb into your throat, choking you. You knew that if you even attempted spoke, your tears may not ever cease, so you just nodded, your lip quivering as you finally turned from him.

You didn't even bother to look over at Jaskier, you knew that his concerned expression would break your heart even more, so you kept your gaze forward, even as you heard him call your name, you refused to face him.

You turned only to close the thin front entrance to your small tent, tying the cloths together haphazardly before falling onto the small cot with a huff.

You hoped that the hushed murmurs outside your tent and faint sounds of the sleeping forest were enough to bury your whimpers.

It was still dark when you awoke, you figured that leaving while under the shadows of the early morning would be best, afraid of the clarity that the sunrise would surely bring.

You weren't sure you would ever be able to leave if you saw them in the daylight again.

You looked around your small space one last time, before slinging the large satchel Geralt had gave you when you first joined them over your shoulder.

"Can't sleep?"

You grumbled to yourself when you heard his voice again as you emerged from the linen shroud, though you didn't offer a response, only rounding your tent and beginning your journey to Gods knew where.

You could hear him calling your name, and you screwed your eyes shut, you found yourself beginning to hum, you didn't know when you had begun, but it was like your body was doing everything it could to block out any thought of him.

Though you couldn't block the firm hand on your shoulder.

You finally faced him, your bag almost falling from your shoulder at the speed at which you did.

It was as if you had ran a mile already with how your breaths heaved, your chest rapidly rising and falling as you finally looked at him.

The pale light of the moon illuminated his features, and you cursed yourself for looking. You wanted your last memory of him to be painful, you wanted to hate him for what he said, to be able to look back on all your memories of him with venom, but as you looked at him now, you knew you couldn't.

"Can we talk?" He asked, his voice was hoarse.

"I need to go" You replied simply, trying to sound as indifferent as possible.

"Please..." His tone almost seemed strained now, but you tried not to focus on that.

No matter how your mind yelled at you to just pull away from his gaze, to run as fast as you could into the horizon before he could shatter your heart even more, you stayed. Sighing, you nodded.

"I don't want you to leave."

You couldn't help the scoff that left your mouth, and though it sounded mocking, you hoped he couldn't sense the lingering, pained sadness in your timbre.

"But if you still do, after what I said to you yesterday, I would understand, but please, just stay and listen to me."

Leave now. Spare yourself more heartbreak. Your legs almost threatened to run on their own accord, but still, you managed to stay in your place.

"That day in the market, when I saw those men with you, I felt something I had not felt in a long time. I was scared. Not just for you, but for what I would do if anything had happened to you."

"I was..." His next words seemed to pain him to even say, "Angry, when I thought about if they were to take you from us, from me. I thought it would be better if you left us on your own, or if I had pushed you from us" He took a steadying breath before continuing, "But it seems I still can't imagine a life without you, no matter how you leave. If you still do, I would understand, but please know before you do, that I am sorry."

You didn't recall the exact point when the tears began to flow freely from your eyes, but as you fell out of your entrancement with his words, you became increasingly aware of the fact that you were almost sobbing.

Without a thought, you fell into his chest, your bag long forgotten on the mud of the dirt path below your feet.

He embraced you just as naturally, wrapping his large arms around your frame as if on instinct.

"I don't want to leave" You sniffled, the words muffled against the dark fabric of his shirt.

You felt his forehead press against the top of your head, "Please, don't" He pleaded, "I'll protect you, I promise."

You nodded as best you could while still pressed against him.

"I'm sorry" You cried softly, "I was just trying to help"

"Please," He grabbed your shoulders, gingerly pulling you from him so he could look at you, "Do not apologize, you've nothing to be sorry for. Just... Please don't leave me." His eyes were filled with pleading and pain as he spoke.

"I don't think I ever could" You choked out.

You watched his shoulders sag slightly at your words, as if all the tension he had been harboring in him dissipated the moment you spoke.

You chuckled softly as you began to wipe your dampened cheeks, and his brow furrowed as he looked at you confused, "I just thought Witcher's aren't supposed to feel anything..." You smirked.

"They aren't" he purred, bending beside you to pick up your bag, softly handing it to you, "But," a delicate, timid smile appeared on his lips, "If you kiss me, I might just fall in love with you."

A hushed gasp fell from your lips, your mouth opening and closing as you attempted to think of a response.

Though before you got the chance to speak, his lips were crashing into yours, his hands scrambling to grip your hips as he pulled you flush against him.

It felt like you were finally falling off of a cliff you had spent a life time teetering on the edge of, but you weren't scared, how could you be? How could you fear anything when he held onto you like you were the most precious thing in this realm?

Your eyes fluttered close as you melted against him, his lips were soft, but he kissed you with a level of fervor and hunger that could only be compared to a hunter finally catching his long awaited prize.

He pressed his forehead against your own, the both of you catching your breath, the glow of the climbing sunrise warming your skin as you both basked in the rush that was simply feeling.

"Tell me you'll stay" He finally spoke breathlessly

After a moment, you smiled, "Always."

oh goodness gracious, i usually don't cry while writing but like?? i did?? during this one?? what is going on?? anyways my brain is silly sometimes but holy cow, i hope you enjoyed this fun lil drabble tuesday bonus one shot! i did not expect this one to just fly out of me like this, but i'm glad it did!! so thank you so much anon!! i hope you all enjoyed and hope you all are doing so well!! mwauh!!

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The Big D is SUPER picky about his pasta. Like only that one restaurant that hand makes it's noodles every morning, and even then only with a simple Bolognese sauce. Except, of course, when his Jane decides to try her hand in the kitchen. While he can withstand store bought noodles -barely- jarred sauce tends to be ketchup mixed with preservatives and acid. He eats it (because no penguin in his right mind turns down a homemade pebble) but it takes all of his self control not to cringe or gag with every bite.

Jane knows her boy, though, and now Karen is in charge of making a monthly supply of homemade sauce for their freezer.

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So holy shit, my Devil-worshiping friends! Somehow I’ve managed to hit four digits on my follower count which is… what??? how??? My last tumblr never broke 200 even with my fanfic, so I wasn’t expecting any more than that when I started up with this blog back in March, and yet here we are - and with our King returned to us, no less! I wanted to find a way to say thank you to my fellow members of the Church of Saint Murdock for making me feel so supported and loved in both my DD fic writing and just in my DD obsession in general because seriously i’m a little emotional about this. 💓

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kay’s masterlist

heartbeat summary: it’s cold and there’s bed sharing and softness, oh my [part 1] [part 2] [part 3]

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stars summary: the mandalorian comes back from a hunt, but you’re not quite ready to go from being cooped up on the ship planetside, to being cooped up on the ship in space [oneshot]

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I want to try this one.

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your meet-cute with Bucky but it's just him streaking and being chaotic

Pairing: Bucky x reader

Warnings: None.

A/N: Drabble, do not copy, rewrite or repost. I may turn this into a whole one shot someday but not today!

You honestly forgot about the ad you made at 10pm. The night before your sister's wedding.

The entire ordeal has been a nightmare, she was already a horrid person but she dialed it up to a thousand when she got engaged.

You're more than a little wine drunk from having to deal with your sister screaming at you because the shoes you bought were a shade too light. "This is lavender and I said light pastel. Pastel. What is so hard about choosing-."

You don't remember the rest of her rant, you managed to zone out right around the time she pulled out a color chart.

You do remember that it never ended. The idea came to you when she leaned in and poked your forehead with her sharp nail. It festered and grew with each glass of wine you downed, unable to completely ignore her shrill voice

By the time she left, you were tipsy and aggravated. You grabbed the neck of the wine bottle and emptied the rest before slamming it down beside your laptop. Ten minutes later you hit post and were knocked out on your couch.

You woke up the next morning, bleary-eyed and with a throbbing headache that made you want to cry and go back to sleep. Each step of the wedding process was worse than the last, at least the Motrin you took with a glass of juice was starting to kick in.

You escaped the dressing room full of her friends, needing to touch some grass and breathe air that doesn't smell thick heavy perfume. Leaning against the back door of the church, your phone dinged.

I'm here

You furrowed your brows at the unfamiliar number. Typing back.

Who's this

You stared at the dots on the screen.

...

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jbb107

"What the hell?" You muttered, holding your screen closer to your face. You blinked when the screenshot of your ad popped up. Hazy memories of you cackling in your living room flashes in your horrified brain. "Oh. Fuck. Me."

Its a little cold

gonna be much longer

"Fuck. Me." Your finger rests on the keyboard ready to tell whoever jbb107 is to please go home when the window above your head screeches open.

"Get your dumbass up here and help me!"

Fuck. You.

You text back with the first real smile on your face in over a month.

30 minutes.

got it

25 minutes later you're standing at the altar, discreetly searching the woods for your guy. You switched out your lavender pumps for a pair of sneakers and you had your car ready to go with a change of clothes for Mr. Jbb107. He said to call him Bucky and you weren't sure which nickname was worse.

The plan was for him to hop in your backseat after the inevitable chaos and you would take him to his car he left a few blocks away.

He has perfect timing, just as your sister started her overly dramatic walk down the aisle, you saw a flash of skin darting from your left. Oh he's big, you thought when he ran past you, his wink making your mouth dry. You almost lost your train of thought when you saw his tattooed chest and arms, his ass jiggling a little when he jumped over a chair.

In the midst of everyone screaming and running around, you slipped past the crowd to your car. You grabbed the clothes from the back seat and listened as your sister yelled. Starting the engine, your eyes widened when you saw Bucky being chased by the groomsmen. You pushed open the door, screaming for him to hurry.

He skids to a stop and gives you another heart-stopping wink. "One second, doll." Doll. The way he said it, out of breath and yet so sweet, made you smile. You can get used to that. You laughed, hiding behind the steering wheel when he ducked and dodged the bulky men, causing them to fall onto each other.

He jumps in your passenger seat, taking the shirt from your hand and placing it on his lap. You take off, still laughing as the church faded into the distance.

You glance at him from the corner of your eye, he's openly staring at you with a wide smile. His eyes holding a hint of admiration but it's the way they drift down and snap back up that has you shifting in your seat. It's been a while since anyone has given you that look.

"You always go around streaking?"

He snorts, "you always pay to ruin weddings?"

"Touché."

A comfortable silence fills the car, the hot summer breeze drifting through the open window. He wiggles into the clothes as you turn down the next block. You're already missing the very chiseled, sexy view.

"So." He says, leaning back in his seat. "What if instead of you paying me, I take you out for dinner?"

You shake your head. "I don't even know you."

Bucky tilts his head with a smirk, pretty blue eyes gazing up at you. "Really? You've already seen me naked. I met the family. We're practically on the fifth date. What's a little dinner going to hurt?

You shrug, muttering true under your breath.

He closes his eyes, placing his arms above his head. "I get the feeling we're going to have fun."

"Me too."

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Pitch: a muppet movie where the muppets play D&D, and it cuts between the muppets around the table and the fantasy being acted out, but instead of it just being the muppets dressed up in D&D fantasy costume, it's celebrity actors but the muppets do the voices, and the actors have to act how those muppets would. Imagine a barbarian played by Jason Mamoa voiced by Miss Piggy.

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a masterpost for the drabble series by yours truly. a revisitation of a well-loved story; watch two forever-lovers fall in love again. canon divergent, set during loki (2020). 

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