#the way he posted matt's pic as well

[mattybsgroupie]

late night rides 2 | matt sturniolo

contents: fwb; making out; (slightly) choking; oral (f receiving); p in v; use of “y/n”; lowkey sub!matt

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part 1

notes: idk why you guys liked this one so much but here’s part 2 of “late night rides”! not proofread so i apologize for any mistakes but thank you so much for all the love youve been sending me and my stories, it really means a lot <3 posting earlier this week cause it’s my finals at uni! gonna be crazy busy wish me luck!! btw just wondering should i make a taglist? would anyone be interested? lol let me know! enjoy!

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“i told you we gotta stop doing that” i said as soon as entered matt’s car, sitting next to him.

“yeah, i heard the first time” matt giggled, never taking me seriously. “good night to you too, princess”.

“good night, matty” i responded as i buckled my seatbelt, giving him a kiss on the cheek. “what did you tell your brothers?”

“that i was going to watch a movie by myself” he said as he started the car, checking if he was good to go by the rearview mirror.

“are you?” i teased, resting my hand on his right thigh. i could see his boner from miles away and he quickly tensed the muscle on his leg as i caressed my fingers over his jeans. matt stared at me, sarcastic blue eyes answering my question. “yeah? then where are you going?”

“somewhere i can fuck you, y/n” matt raised his voice, but still kept a jokeful tone. i rolled my eyes back and didn’t bother saying anything back, turning on the radio and adjusting the sound. “you look really pretty with that dress” he said after a few minutes of silence.

“but you’re crazy to take it off aren’t you?” i giggled, but matt actually nodded his head in disapproval. “nah, gonna go underneath the skirt” he said as finally found some alley for us to park, turning the car off and removing his seatbelt. “and i won’t even have to remove your panties” matt teased me, opening his door and coming to mine.

as he opened my side of the car, i couldn’t help but laugh at him acting like a gentleman. i stood up and leaned my back on the van, matt’s hands quickly coming to my waist. he smiled before tucking my hair behind my ear, the cold wind making the strands fall over my face. matt then leaned in, softly sealing our lips.

i melted into his touch. always gentle, matt’s digits traveled through my collarbones and shoulder before stoping by my neck, wrapping his fingers around it as he deepened the kiss. my breath instantly got heavier, matt tightening his grip as i bit his lower lip. when he noticed i’d have to pull out to get some hair, he loosened it, moving his hand to the back of my head instead. matt kept placing kisses over my face, soon going over my jaw and biting my ear.

“well, i know someone who likes coming in their pants way more than i do” i had to say. he was teasing me way too much, to the point i’d let him fuck me right there - in that fucking cold weather and in public.

“i might” matt said as he looked to the tent growing on his jeans. “it’s your fault for sending me that bra pic” he confessed, getting closer to me.

“oh, so you were a naughty boy?”

“n-no” he’d always break when i called him boy. baby boy, good boy, pretty boy, naughty boy - all of these would make matt submit in seconds. “haven’t since… last time” matt hid his face from me, snuggling into the crook of my neck. i widened my eyes as i realized it had been two weeks since our last encounter.

“matt” i called, grabbing his face with both hands. his lips were pouty and his blue orbs shiny, cheeks burning red - not really sure if it was from the weather or his shyness. “you don’t have to”.

“like better with you” he cut me off with a sudden kiss, giggling as he backed off like it was no big deal. “let’s get in?” he asked, already opening the back door for me.

i lied down on the seat, much more comfortable than the front one. matt soon entered, hovering over me as he placed both of his elbows next to my shoulders. i knew he was about to burst inside his pants, so as soon as he started kissing me, i traveled my hands down his torso, grabbing his belt and playing with the cold metal.

i closed my eyes, moving one my hands to matt’s neck, tugging my fingers on his curls while the other one stood by his boner, quickly unbuttoning his jeans. i palmed him through his underwear - completely wet. wasn’t even fair trying to tease him in such a situation, aching cock begging to get some relief. as i placed my digits on his waistband, matt suddenly denied with his head. “you first” he said, completely out of breath.

“matty, you seem like you could really use some help down there, hm?” i said, slightly stroking him.

“y/n” matt called, giving a kiss on my neck “i miss you” and with each phrase, another kiss trailed down my collarbones. “your smell, your body” he stopped by my chest, looking at me with puppy eyes, “your taste”.

matt got under my skirt, exactly as he said he would. his lips brushed against my thigh, making me hold my breath and pull my dress upwards. he touched me over my underwear, playing with my clit through the cloth and moving down to my entrance. before i could even think, his teeth meet my panties and matt started to removed them with his mouth. it was painfully slow, his blue eyes staring at me as he finally took them off completely.

matt gave me a long lick, starting at my hole and stopping by my clit before circling his tongue against it, teasing me. my hands went back to his hair, grabbing the curls as i lowered my body in the back seat in order to get some more friction.

matt’s licks got sloppier, his spit mixed with the wetness of my cunt making everything messier. “matt, be a good boy” i moaned and he instantly got it. he didn’t waste time, moving his tongue to my entrance and sliding in, slowly opening my walls.

matt’s grip on my hips got tighter, trying to keep me from moving around so much. i couldn’t help but hump against his face, matt’s nose almost touching my already swollen clit. realizing how needy i was, he quickly changed positions, one of his hands getting near my pussy.

his digits were soon teasing my entrance as his tongue travelled through my lower lips before sucking my clit and making me gasp, throwing my head back for finally getting some friction. as i clenched, he slid his middle finger into my tight hole, quickening his pace at my clit.

matt started humming something i couldn’t hear properly, my mind getting fuzzy as his finger curled inside of me. the vibrations from his voice made my pussy throb and the knot in my lower belly started to get tighter. my hands where everywhere - on his hair, shoulders, my own thighs, grabbing the leather of the seat as i whined. i couldn’t cover my moans anymore, begging for release when he entered another finger in, filling me up entirely.

“i’m gonna-” i was suddenly cut by his deep thrusts meeting my spot, whining loudly as my orgasm crashed down on me without any warning. my legs trembling against matt’s head only made the grip on my hips stronger and he kept on licking my release, making me spasm from the sensitiveness of my clit against his tongue.

matt realized i was getting overstimulated and finally stopped, showing off the biggest smile, face wet and lips red from eating me out.

“did i do good?” he asked, eager blue eyes meeting mine and sealing his lips on my own. i nodded between the kiss, smiling as he gave me a taste of myself.

“i told you’re always my good boy, matt” i said, caressing his hair, matt resting his head in my chest and laying over me. “you’re actually getting too good at this”.

“see? i’m not that naughty. only doing the best for the best” he joked back, giggling. i could feel his cock twitching over my pussy as we spoke, our heats rubbing against each other before he started another lewd kiss. i moved one of my hands to matt’s neck, my thumb applying pressure next to his addam’s apple. matt gulped and unconsciously jointed his hips forward, making me whine for the sudden contact at my exposed cunt. “fuck- sorry”

i loosened the grip on his neck and wrapped my legs around matt’s waist, bringing him closer to me. “didn’t you say you wanted to fuck me last time?” his blue eyes widened and he nodded frantically, wet spot growing on his pants. “so? you don’t want anymore?”

“i do!” matt said, loudest he’d been in hours, as if i was going to change my mind at any second. “i want it so bad i just- didn’t even… bring… protection” he whispered, disappointed at himself, hiding his face from me. before i could say it was okay - it wasn’t our first time and i loved it raw - matt started speaking again.

“i’ll pull it out! i promise, i’ll be a good boy and i’ll take it off” i nodded, reassuring him. “i don’t even have to cum, i can jack off in my hand afterwards i just- just need you. need you so much, y/n”.

i cut him off by moving my hands to his jeans, getting rid of the belt that had been bothering me all this time. matt was now only in his boxers and i quickly wrapped my fingers around his lenght.

matt's cock was rock hard, leaking pre-cum all over his shaft. i pumped him a few times, matt closing his eyes and groaning in my neck before i finally removed it from his underwear. his body kept glued on mine and i could feel matt's tip rubbing against my clit, both of us moaning at the same time.

my nails went to his back, scratching him as he kept on teasing my pussy. “can i?” he asked, not waiting for the answer he knew it would be yes, fuck, for christ's sake, just fuck me and gradually burying himself inside of me. i felt matt's cock stretching me completly, his veins throbbing against my walls.

“you're s-so fucking tight” he said under his breath, biting my earlobe.

“gosh, matt” i whined, trying to get used to his size.

matt started to move his hips slowly, allowing me to feel all of him entering my cunt. matt had been hard since i got into the car, so i knew he wasn’t gonna last long. he rapidly got worked up, not being able to keep the pace of his thrusts, pounding into me mindlessly.

i could feel his dick twitching, bringing me closer to come once more. “wanna cum” he whimpered. “please, wanna cum for you”.

“you can come baby boy, come inside of- fuck, yes!” as i gave him permission, matt released his thick spurt, filling me up with his cum. this threw me off the edge, another orgasm fully hitting me, making me tremble under him as my toes curled and i arched my back. matt panted heavily and quickly got out off me, his swollen tip leaking over my thighs and skirt.

just when we were coming from our highs, matt’s cellphone started ringing. we both grunted, annoyed by the interruption. “i’m not picking it up” he said, looking at me and kissing my cheek.

“you fucked my dress” i answered, coming back to my senses and realizing he had completely ruined it, from top to bottom.

“i’ll buy you a new dress each time we have sex” he giggled, looking at the mess he made. “how does that sound?” i showed him my pinky finger, making he promise me that he could destroy any cloth he wanted if he bought another one. we interlocked our fingers and sealed or lips together once more, laughing at the cheesy act we had just done.

“y/n” he called. “i think i’m in love with you”

“oh, shut the fuck up matthew” i giggled, pulling his hair and moving him off me.

i couldn’t let him know that this caught me off guard. i couldn't say how he’d make my heart beat faster, and i could never confess it out loud, but deep down i knew.

i was in love with him too.

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[starsandhughes]

Penalty Box Series— Quinn Hughes Edition (nine)

ft. Wyatt Johnston

23-24 Season Masterlist

previous: eight

next: ten

NOVEMBER 4, 2023

if you're not a stars fan, it's best to convert quickly

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liked by _quinnhughes, t.harley48, and 17,436 others

yourusername welcome back to my postgame penalty box update show: i finally saw a mason marchment fight live and quinn was also there edition!

after quinn's personal record of three trips to the penalty box night, he decided to be good! this was probably due to the fact that i will fight him over any penalty against the stars (hey, remember when you committed interference against robo on february 27th last season? because i sure do), but we'll pretend it was because he's trying to redeem himself since my baby daddy trevy-z is at zero. the war is strong with these two!

you know who did get a penalty? one of my new besties wyatt "johnny" johnston! his penalty was for holding mikheyev in the second period! (holding penalties aren't ones i hold grudges against, so you're in the clear! but also you do nothing wrong ever, so i wouldn't hold it against you anyways) (p.s. i wouldn't have been mad if you fought garly... i was kinda rooting for it)

other penalties include: (in time order) digi for holding against another new bestie harls, mr. captain jamie benn for hooking soucy which created 39 seconds of 4 on 4, craig smith for hooking friedman, and laffy taffy for hooking wyatt's dad joe pavelski all in the first, esa lindell for cross checking garly, hronek for high sticking my blonde prince roope hintz (he got reprimanded for this), and our two fighting majors between the blue eyed menace mason marchment and ian! (mason got an extra minor for unsportsmanlike behavior) (ian was reprimanded for his hit against matt "dutchy" duchene that started the fight)

my best friend, quintin, pulled a jacky boy and fell over nothing! the conversation between the stars broadcasters went like this:

razor: "he was having a moment back there!"

bogo: "he was playing billiards off the bottom of the net to himself!"

razor: "well, he wiped out first!"

needless to say, i was laughing my ass off when i rewatched this game!

special shoutout to demmer for continuing his perfect win streak against the stars and getting his second shut out of the season! i’m so proud of you @/tdemko35 ! (for those who don't know, he has a 7-0-0 record and just gave otter his first regulation loss of the season :))

quinny, i’m going to publicly say i’m sorry that otter caught every one of your shots on goal <3 and i’m proud of your 25 minutes and 23 seconds of hard work tonight! i love you way past infinity💙 keep it up, buttercup!

p.s. dear wy, harls, and delly, thanks for the great time before the game tonight! i hope you loved your postgame goodie bags! i’ll see you boys december 21st! peace and love, new besties <3 @/t.harley48 @/wyattjohnston_ @/tydellandrea53

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_quinnhughes i have so many grievances about this post... but i still love you way past beyond

yourusername i didn't say one bad thing about you!! just one little tease that i teased jack at the same!!

_quinnhughes i'm sharing my post!

yourusername neither broadcast gave me much to work with, quintin! just be glad you're in it

_quinnhughes get out of my house

yourusername fine! i’ll go to petey's!

_eliaspettersson @/yourusername let yourself in and i’ll be back soon

_quinnhughes @_eliaspettersson i was teasing! she's good! she's staying with me!

colecaufield @_quinnhughes quinn, your possessiveness is showing

_quinnhughes @/colecaufield i don't know what you're talking about

yourusername @_quinnhughes awww, you miss me! sap

_quinnhughes i can't win

user14 god DAMN that fifth pic of quinn has me acting up🥵🧎‍♀️

trevorzegras your stars obsession is so cute when you aren't rooting against me❤️ i love you, forever, my precious weirdo (what are you private thoughts on quinn not scoring on otter?) (come home, i miss you)

yourusername i love you, always, my lovingly crazy boy❤️ (i plead the fifth) (i’ll be there before the game!)

_quinnhughes (we all know she's secretly happy i didn't score against her actual favorite team)

yourusername @_quinnhughes (you can't prove shit)

t.harley48 @/yourusername (what is up with the parentheses?)

yourusername @/t.harley48 (it's for private conversations!)

t.harley48 @/yourusername (everyone can read them?)

trevorzegras @/t.harley48 (she's quirky and we love her)

t.harley48 @/trevorzegras (i’m a big fan of quirky)

yourusername @/t.harley48 (then you're welcome that i exist!)

trevorzegras @/t.harley48 (i repeat: she's quirky and we love her)

t.harley48 @/yourusername (thank you)

_quinnhughes @/t.harley48 (you caught on quick, good job)

tdemko35 thank you, y/n/n! my two shutout trophies will be displayed in my living room. i love you, too!

yourusername you are every so welcome, king! keep gobbling up those pucks like they're fruit snacks🫶

tdemko35 yes, ma'am🫡

_quinnhughes @/yourusername why

yourusername @_quinnhughes "why don't you just be yourself?... no one can help but admire your spirit" (collins 121).

_quinnhughes @/yourusername YOU DON'T EVEN HAVE THE HUNGER GAMES BOOK ON YOU

yourusername @_quinnhughes i had to phone a friend

trevorzegras @/yourusername i think i’m more than just a friend

yourusername @_quinnhughes i had to phone a friend with benefits

trevorzegras @/yourusername WE ARE ENGAGED

yourusername @_quinnhughes i had to phone a friend with a future tax deduction

_quinnhughes @/trevorzegras looks like you can't win either

trevorzegras @_quinnhughes i blame the stars

_quinnhughes @/trevorzegras me too

yourusername @/trevorzegras @_quinnhughes LEAVE THEM ALONE! THEY DIDN'T DO SHIT!

_quinnhughes @/yourusername you're right, they couldn't even score a goal

yourusername @_quinnhughes too soon, quintin. too. fucking. soon.

user21 wyatt's kinda...👀

user16 "and quinn was also there" sissy's keeping it real as always

wyattjohnston_ i’m honored to be a part of this, your majesty

yourusername i’m always happy to support my people! you deserve it!

wyattjohnston_ you're too kind!

tydellandrea53 @/yourusername and you're such a giver, princess! the guys all loved your postgame goodie bags

t.harley48 all hail the princess!

wyattjohnston_ all hail!

tydellandrea53 all hail!

trevorzegras @_quinnhughes what the fuck happened when these four met up before the game????

_quinnhughes @/trevorzegras i don't know i wasn't invited and i’m really glad about that right now

trevorzegras @/wyattjohnston_ @/t.harley48 @.tydellandrea53 send a disco ball emoji you need help

wyattjohnston_ @/trevorzegras we're good😂

tydellandrea53 @/trevorzegras we formed a gang

t.harley48 @/trevorzegras y/n's the princess, johnny is the duke, i'm the viscount, and delly asked to be a jester for some reason

tydellandrea53 damn right

trevorzegras @/yourusername you leave me for two days and decided to start a gang?! without me?!

yourusername @/trevorzegras no! delly started the gang! and just be happy you knew where i was this time!

wyattjohnston_ @/trevorzegras @/yourusername this time?

trevorzegras @/wyattjohnston_ she has a tendency to hop on a plane and not tell anyone where she's going

_quinnhughes @/wyattjohnston_ @/t.harley48 @.tydellandrea if she ever randomly shows up, do us a favor and tell one of us because there'll be a strong chance we didn't know she left

t.harley48 @_quinnhughes got it🫡

wyattjohnston_ @_quinnhughes will do

tydellandrea53 @_quinnhughes no promises

user27 sissy: ceo of "never let them know your next move"

_alexturcotte one fight wasn't enough for you? do you know how to be content?

yourusername nope

_alexturcotte at least you're honest

yourusername liars get their pants set on fire! the babies could get hurt!

_alexturcotte you make a great point, girly hughes!

jackhughes @_alexturcotte does she though?

_alexturcotte @/jackhughes she's carrying my future god child and their sibling. she could tell me that there's a new state and i’d tell her she's right

jackhughes @_alexturcotte sissy and z haven't officially named you as a god parent!

_alexturcotte @/jackhughes that's why i'm kissing ass!

yourusername @_alexturcotte the ass kissing is duly noted🤍

user91 i have been waiting for this post since the nhl dropped the game schedules

jackhughes @_quinnhughes do you want to ship sissy back to trevor yet?

_quinnhughes no i’m trying to keep her for the roadie

trevorzegras @_quinnhughes not happening

jamie.drysdale @_quinnhughes i'm already having withdrawal symptoms

_quinnhughes @/trevorzegras @/jamie.drysdale you two get her every day! i miss my sister

jackhughes @/trevorzegras @/jamie.drysdale @_quinnhughes lukey and i never get to see her! we want a turn!

lhughes_06 yeah! our turn!

colecaufield @/trevorzegras @/jamie.drysdale @_quinnhughes @/jackhughes @/lhughes_06 I DESERVE A TURN

_alexturcotte @/trevorzegras @/jamie.drysdale @_quinnhughes @/jackhughes @/lhughes_06 @.colecaufield ME FIRST! i’m pulling the ahl card! i get to see girly hughes less than any of you!

yourusername you're all a bunch of SAPS

[returnsandreturns]

saw your post and donated!

something matt/foggy in uni setting that's super cuddly/lovey-dovey would be wonderful (when your heart beats (next to mine)) is one of my favourite fics of yours)! ofc if you're not feeling it i would also be v happy with a pic of cutest cat ever bunny :')) ty in advance!!

finally got back to this!! ty 😊

(i am going to make a new post with some other ways to donate but if you donate any amount to pcrf, gofundmes for palestinian families, similar things -- i will write you a matt/foggy thing of unspecified length)

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“It would be a really bad idea to kiss you right now, right, buddy?” Foggy asks, the slightest waver in his voice that Matt barely catches since he’s been listening to Foggy’s heart since it started speeding up.

“Hasn’t stopped you before,” Matt says, smiling.

“From kissing you or embracing bad ideas?” Foggy asks.

“. . .both,” Matt says, after a moment.

“There’s usually alcohol involved, though,” Foggy says. “I’m extremely sober right now. Are you extremely sober, Murdock?” 

“Pretty sober, yeah,” Matt says. 

“I’ve never kissed Sober Matt,” Foggy says. “Is he also a sexually fluid cuddle fiend?” 

“He hasn’t experimented as much as Drunk Matt,” Matt says, turning into the touch when Foggy reaches up to brush hair away from his forehead, voice soft when he says, “I think your chances are good.” 

“How good is good?” Foggy asks, leaning in so Matt can feel his breath on his face, one hand on Matt’s thigh and the other barely slipped into his hair.

“Sure bet,” Matt murmurs, pushing in to kiss him first. 

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Sex with Foggy has always fundamentally been a good thing, the handful of times they’ve pushed their tendency to get touchy to the extent that hands went under clothes. Doing it sober is better, though. Terrifying for the first five minutes but then he fully experiences his hands on Foggy’s skin for the first time and he’s gone. This is it. They’re never doing anything but this ever again. 

“Are you double checking how hot I am?” Foggy asks, amused, when they’re tangled together sometime later and Matt’s distracted himself tracing every feature on his face.

“You didn’t let me finish last time,” Matt says, smirking. “I need to know for sure before I make any commitments.” 

“Commitments, huh?” Foggy asks.

“I know I should probably be less comfortable with this, “ Matt says, tracing one finger down the bridge of Foggy’s nose down to press on his lips, “but I’ve had casual sex before and that. . .wasn’t casual.” 

“Well, I like you in a very uncasual way,” Foggy agrees, nipping gently at his finger.

“Foggy, I like you so much,” Matt says, laughing, leaning down to kiss his forehead before curling back up with him. 

“You are being very chill about this,” Foggy says, curiously, stroking his hair. “No panicking? Doubts? Prayer?” 

“No,” Matt says. “None of that.” 

“Why is that, you think?”

“It's just. . .right,” Matt says, after a beat. “It feels right. Doesn't it?"

"Yeah, Murdock," Foggy says, so warm it makes Matt's heart ache a little. "It feels right."

[redpanther23]

Can we get more detail pics/explanation on everything you've modded on your van? It's insanely dreamy.

you mean THEE Crazy Horse? This might take more than one post. I'll give you the grand tour

here she is from the outside of course. the rear seal on the back of the engine is broken, plus some small things I fucked up figuring that out (lol.) for now she rests, my noble steed

my little brother kenny made this bracelet for me. Obviously the inside of my car has to be red, maybe it sounds silly to some but for me there is simply no other way. That's why I painted it with house paint.

when I got the van there was a lot of trash from children's toys, candy wrappers, some hay and bits of livestock feed, crayon drawings on the walls, and this earring. Oh, and a johnny cash cd in the player (hell yeah)

lots of stickers from various friends (they tend to peel off but sometimes I glue them back on if I remember in time)

the fresh roses were from a funeral Matt Cockrell's mom provided flowers for, there's some carnations he gave me from her shop when we were together as well, and some type of beach growing succulant flower from my friend Fang in San Francisco. Also my little crawfish and some crystals given to me by an extremely talented mechanic who worked on my car in Mobile, Alabama

he also gave me this hood ornament, which she'll wear someday. I'd love to have one of the ones actually shaped like a cat as well (ideally I have a large amount of jaguar hood ornaments on her, in the garden of my mind) The sticker on my steering wheel I got from a roadside zoo called Tiger World

One night I slept in the cemetery, and a big storm came through and blew the flowers off a lot of the graves. I picked up some of the best ones to keep. The little elephant was from my friend Joey in new york (the one depicted as a bald eagle in one of my comics)

talisman from Silent Thunder

(to be continued)

[lady-phasma]

As most of you know, when the auntie vibe strikes I go with it. I was reblogging some of my ancient, ridiculous headcanons today. I love them and they make me giggle. They also reminded me of something about fandom culture that is very important to me:

These are characters. The actors are humans.

My long-time followers know that I don't post paparazzi pics intentionally, I don't participate in celebrity gossip, and I don't objectify the actors. Those are my boundaries.

These are real people, with real feelings. I have heard some things recently that disappointed me, so I thought it appropriate to couch this in my objectification of Aemond and Daemond so people could see why this is an important distinction.

Consent.

If an actor does a job and blesses us with the film/television series, then, I feel, those images and those characters are fair game for fanfiction, objectification, and silliness. However, that does not extend to images they did not consent to have publicized. I go further in my own boundaries and feel that it should not extend to the person themself in general.

I always use Matt as an example because, well, y'all know. He is a human and has feelings. He will likely never see the ridiculous things I write on here, but I still consider him with every keystroke. Same with Ewan and Austin. Off my blog I may very well think a candid pic of Austin is hot, but I can't imagine objectifying him if those photos weren't intended for me.

I'll keep this as brief as possible. How would you feel? If you found photos/videos you didn't consent to being passed around the internet even if you were fully clothed in them, would you be flattered, embarrassed, disappointed?

I like to think that any actor (especially Matt) would react to our unhinged fan stuff the way others have. I consistently reference Graham Norton showing guests fanfiction and fan art. Tom Hiddleston, Benedict Cumberbatch, Martin Freeman, James McAvoy, and Michael Fassbender (to name a few) all laughed and took it in stride. The characters are fictional, our dolls to play with in our imagination, the people are real.

Treat others how you want to be treated.

[mxqdii]

Hii! I love your style of writing and i was wondering if you could write for Matthew Sturniolo with a fem reader who plays Volleyball!

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eyes on me - m.s

pairings: matt sturniolo x reader

summary: before a big game, reader needs encouragement

warning(s): anxiety, fluff

a/n: okay so i'm very sorry for not posting in a while but i'm back!! life has been SO crazy i flew to a different state to see billie eilish and i actually ended up hugging her (lmk if u want pics/vids)

anyways i'm back and i love u all very much, tysm for the support.

by the way i know nothing about volleyball so im sorry if i get anything wrong!!

not proofread

my leg is bouncing up and down, the anxiety radiating off me like a bright beam.

it's my boyfriend, matt, that snaps me out of my head

"what's goin on up there pretty girl?" he asks and i sigh, letting a nervous laugh leave my mouth

he puts his hand on my knee and i feel myself immediately more calmed at his touch.

"it's just- we've worked up to this game, for like- so long. and if we don't win it'll just be really upsetting. which i know sounds stupid but- i don't know"

i ramble, stopping myself and covering my face with my hands

"hey, hey. no need to get worked up okay?" he says, using his thumb to rub my knee in small comforting circles

i remove my hands, gaze still turned downwards.

"eyes on me love" he whispers and my cheeks flush

i direct my gaze to him, his soft eyes and comforting smile.

and suddenly the stress was gone.

i hear my team name, strikers, be called, and i let out a sigh i didn't know i had in, this is it.

"go win this thing, okay?" he says and i smile, nodding.

the game starts off not too well, we're at 2 scores and the other team is at 3.

first to get to 15 wins

more time passes, and we're now 14 to 14

this last point is crucial, this is it.

i look over to matt, seeing his encouraging smile and his 2 goofy brother cheering me on

i'm not sure when they got here, but i'm glad they are.

i direct my attention back to the game, hearing the whistle.

i hold the ball in my (shakey) hands, preparing to serve

serving the ball, i watch as it goes behind everybody, no one hitting it in time

the whole place is silent

was it out of bounds?

"STRIKERS WIN!!!" the ref yells and our whole team jumps up and down cheering in victory

suddenly my head is being turned

without any hesitation, matt puts his hands on both side of my head, kissing me

he pulls away with a beaming smile on his face

"i knew you could do it!" he pulls me into a hug and i kinda just stand there for a sec

everything just happened so fast

"i- i won! we won!" i say, accepting the hug and wrapping my arms around him

"yeah you did baby"

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[sodapop-hospice]

So little known fact: there are several furbies I don’t include in my posts on purpose because I DESPISE the way they look.

Today I decided enough was enough and grabbed one of them off his shelf to fix what I’d done two years ago.

This is Sprocket (he/him). While not bad looking, his paint job was very….amateur. If you zoom in you’ll probably see he’s unsealed, his top beak part is matte while the other is gloss, and the line work on his eyelids is painfully shaky.

I posted him one time before condemning him to a shelf out of my visual feild.

Here are some before and after pics. I know my line work still very much needs, well, work. But it has VASTLY improved since I first painted Sprocket and I’m proud enough of how he turned out to properly post him for the first time in years.

Sorry my guy. I’m very happy to prominently display you though. You deserve it litte man 💖

[girlboypersonthingy]

Can I request Matt with a cosplayer s/o? I can totally see them doing cosplay couples such as Link and Zelda, David and Lucy, Zhongli and Tartaglia, Jean and Lisa... And please could It be fluff (and maybe something spicy If you want)? Thank you!! 🩷

PLZ IM SO WEAK FOR THIS REQUEST OML !!! Thank you for this 🙏🏻 also sorrrryyyyy this took me literally forever to get to. ENJOY~

Note: FUCK IT!!!! TWO POSTS IN ONE DAY IDCCCC

Cosplay Couple 🧡

This dweeb would for sure be the one to bring all the ideas to you. I could see him running up to you, practically shaking from excitement as he takes a deep breath then tells you his thoughts.

“Link and Zelda, hm? That sounds fun but Link is canonically shorter than Zelda sooo…”

If you’re shorter than him, he’s immediately like “HELL YEAH!!! ILL BE THE PRINCESS. IM GONNA WEAR A DRESS!”

If you’re taller than him, he immediately gets flirty. “Oooh~ I can’t wait to see you dressed up like a princess. You’re gonna be so freaking adorbs.”

Honestly he gives zero fucks about gender roles and stuff like that. If he wants to dress as a female character, he will. And he won’t do some gender bent version of it, he’s going full out girly girl.

But he likes dressing as male and other gendered characters too. He just likes to cosplay his fav characters and sometimes his favs are girls. 🤷🏻 whatevs

Will absolutely take you to comicon or any other fun convention. He’d be running around like a kid in a candy store with $100.

Might even get too excited. Like running into people, tripping and falling type excited. You may have to hold his hand or put him on one of those money backpack leash things for kids lmao

Will also beg you like a million times to take pics of him with any cosplayers that he thinks are really cool and well done.

Fucking cutie dork is like ✌🏻😃 in every pic

Also asks several different people at different times throughout the day to take pics of you two together and when he looks back at the photos, he smiles all big.

At some point, he’ll drag you off to a private corner or to a single stall bathroom or even back to the car to dishevel your costume a bit with gentle groping and touches as you guys sloppily make out.

Probably messes up your hair, wig, makeup. Maybe all three. You might have to tell him to chill out cuz he’ll totally try to take you back home for some quality time together right now.

If yall are more into the ‘cosplay for a video and post it online but don’t leave the house’ thing, he’s totally fine with that too.

He wouldn’t care if no one even saw your cosplays but each other bc either way, it’s a lot of fun and he loves the quality time spent with you.

Always asks you to help with the makeup part of any cosplay. I couldn’t see him being very good with makeup so he’s gonna rely on you.

Also he sucks bc you’ll take hours to get into your cosplay, trying to perfect your look and Matt will ruin it all with his big, grabby hands and his soft, slobbery lips within minutes.

But god forbid you wreck his cosplay from being all handsy and kissy, he’ll pout about it for the rest of the day.

“Aawwww, (Y/N)!!! No! Why?! I looked so goooddddd, ugh!”

Back to the ‘fuck gender roles’ thing…Matt would find you so fucking hot cute in any cosplay, regardless of your gender or the characters’ gender.

If you are a fem who wants to dress as a masc character, he’s like 😍🥵

If you are a masc who wants to dress as a fem character, he’s like 😳🥰

If you’re anything in between or non binary or whatever, he doesn’t care. He vibes with you soooo heavy so your looks or your sexuality or your gender identity don’t bother him. If anything, your unique sense of yourself makes him adore you even more.

ALSO ALSO same goes with height, weight, skin color. If you wanna cosplay a character that actually looks nothing like you, is way taller than you or way thinner than you, he’s there to help you get it as accurate as you can

Tells you at least 100 times that it’s just dress up and doesn’t have to be perfect

But also tells you you’re always perfect in the same breath

He’ll support you in any way no matter what.

[subtle-as-an-earthquake]

So I know this post is pretty overdue and a bit superfluous by this point maybe, but since I am now back home and finally have time to sit down and write down my thoughts about the last few days, I thought I'd still do a recap post of my experience of the Dublin shows (and a bit about my trip to Dublin in general). Just for anyone who might be interested or even just for me to remember everything by!

Having said that though, I don’t actually know how to even begin putting into words what this trip meant to me 🥺 I’ve said this before, but after seeing them in June and thinking that was it for the foreseeable future, getting to see them again so soon, twice, and it being the very last two shows of the tour as well, felt like an incredible opportunity and huge gift and I could not be more grateful for it ❤️

Recap of Dublin shows 3 & 4 and some more pics below the cut!

I flew in from Amsterdam on Tuesday morning with a Dutch friend, and we met up with another friend of mine who flew in from London at the same time (my London friend went with me to Tuesday's gig, and my Amsterdam friend to Thursday's gig)

London friend and I then headed to the 3Arena to queue up outside and it was fucking freezing lmao. But we played ‘guess the Arctic Monkeys song from the intro’ and had a chance to catch up so all in all it wasn’t too bad, and it’s always so much fun being surrounded by fellow arctic monkeys fans who love them enough to queue up for hours in the cold <3

Once we were inside, we legged it to the stage and then spent another two hours trying to defend our (pretty good, very central) spots and trying not to think about the fact that we had to pee, as you do. We happened to be standing next to a group of Dutch speaking girls, and it turned out one of them had also met Miles in Amsterdam recently, at the same signing I’d been at! Such a small world. But they were really lovely so the two hours flew past, and then it was Miles time!!!!! 🥰

And my god, he literally blew everyone away, he was just insanely good as always. My friend was not really a Miles fan before the gig, and then while he was playing, she kept going “holy shit minnie he’s so good??” and I was like “TOLD YOU”, so now she’s a big fan as well, which is honestly very satisfying 😌 There were so many amazing moments during his set, but the one that stayed with me most I’ve already talked about in this post. It was honestly just…. very intense and really hard to explain in a non-shippy way? Even my non-shipper friend was like… hmm ok yes, that seems very significant 🤔

But anyway, Miles rocked the house, and then it was only a short wait until the main show. And while most of it is a blur because I just lose my mind when I see my boys play, I did make sure to really absorb some special moments and things I really wanted to remember. Being able to clearly see Alex’s intense, goofy and beautiful facial expressions, his HANDS, the cute little interactions he had with the rest of the band (giggles with Matt and smiley asides with Jamie and Nick), the moment where Alex made grabby hands at the plushie and then laughed some more when he couldn’t have it, Jamie being an absolute rockstar as always, Nick looking like a total snack (my friend has a giant crush on Nick, understandably so), Matt being a literal drum god (I love seeing him play SO much). Just... incredible 🙌🏻💘

I really wasn’t expecting Miles to join them during that show, so when Alex gave him a shoutout I knew it was just that, but my friend didn’t, so she started hitting me like “he’s coming back!” and I was like “no he’s not”, and he wasn’t unfortunately lmao. The Dutch and Belgian girls next to me were extremely disappointed (they were Milex shippers as well, of course), but I know at least one of them was there on Thursday as well so I love that for her. Other memorable moments were Alex singing the “remember when you used to be a rascal” line followed by “do you remember? I remember” after which I yelled at my friend “Miles used to be a rascal!!!” and then later I found out Miles was actually on that side of the stage 😭😭 Even though I didn’t find out about that until later, I definitely noticed that Alex kept gesturing towards that side of the stage (the Star Treatment intermezzo was wild, I was like, “WHO is he pointing at for the dolls like you and me thing??” And then it turned out to be Miles 🫠

Another thing I noticed was that the average age of the crowd was way lower than I’m used to it being, which my friend explained may have something to do with tiktok? Lmao idk, hut the the standing crowd did mostly consist of younger, shorter girls for some reason lol, so there wasn’t as much jumping as I’d have liked there to be. My friend and I just went for it regardless, even if we were some of the only people going crazy. But you just have to, you know what I mean? Anyway, it was such an incredible show and after it ended, we were just on cloud nine, singing Fluorescent Adolescent with everyone on the Luas going back to town, which is always just such a blast. And then we ended up in Temple Bar where there was more live music as well as about 500 other Arctic Monkeys fans, so that was great fun too 💫

The next day, the three of us went to a tattoo shop where I’d booked an appointment and I got my tattoo which I am EXTREMELY happy with. The tattoo artist was a girl from Brazil and when she asked me about the meaning of my tattoo (I’ll post a pic later) I told her it was an Arctic Monkeys song and the just yelled across the shop to a few other artists and it turned out they’d been at the concert too, so we all geeked out about them while I got my tattoo done lmao, so much fun 😂

Then my London friend unfortunately had to fly back home later that day, so my Amsterdam friend and I ended up in the pub again because that’s what we do. It was just a very average pub with two very average men playing amazing folk music, and when we walked in, I was like “huh that guy looks like Zackery Michael, that’s funny.” And then later I was stood next to him at the bar and heard he was American, so I was like hmmm, and decided to just ask him if he was in fact Zackery Michael. He was like “that is me!” lol (thank god, would’ve been embarrassing if it hadn’t been) so we had a little chat about the fact that we were both in town for Arctic Monkeys but in slightly different capacities lol, and he was just super nice and was happy to take a photo with me, and then I let him get back to his conversation with the three extremely pretty girls he was with 😅

Anyways, so then on Thursday after breakfast we bought some souvenirs and I bought some great Arctic Monkeys mini posters and some other stuff at this lovely little comic book/record store which was playing Humbug, the owner of which told us he also went to see Arctic Monkeys on Tuesday and loved them, so that was another amazing chance meeting 💜 And then it was after 12pm so it was time for whiskey, and then the meeting with the fellow TLSP/Arctic Monkeys/Miles Kane fan bartender happened which I posted about here, which was so lovely and also secretly made me want to believe it was a sign for the show that night 🙈

But I still couldn’t let myself hope or believe TOO much, so I just kept telling my friend “they’re not going to do it and that’s okay” and she was like “sure, whatever you say” 😂 We had seated tickets for this gig, so we were unfortunately much further away than I had been on Tuesday. And also I just don’t like being seated at concerts, let alone an Arctic Monkeys one, but to be honest, the seats were pretty good. Miles once again gave his absolute all and converted not just my Dutch friend as well, but also a lot of the people around us who we overheard saying things like “did you know he was this good??” and checking Miles’s Wikipedia page, which was great to see. And from up on the balcony we could clearly see that the people in the crowd were really singing along and having an amazing time during Miles’s set (COTT was extremely emotional, all the lights were so lovely ✨️) and I just felt so proud of him and happy for him that it was such a roaring success 🥹💖

The roaring success continued for Arctic Monkeys of course, although it was really weird to see so many people go mental for Snap Out Of It and Arabella etc. 😅 But yeah, the people do love AM it seems, which is why the first part of the setlist was pretty much the same as it had been on Tuesday. Hello You was amazing though!! And then after There’d Better Be a Mirrorball, I knew that it was 505 time, and Alex did say ‘Let’s hear it for Miles Kane’. But because it was the same thing he’d said before, I was still convinced Miles wouldn’t come on. AND THEN HE DID 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 I absolutely lost my shit, not even kidding. I just started screaming and threw my phone at my poor friend being like “FILM IT” which she did, bless her heart, and uhhh, yeah then I cried throughout the whole performance 😭 And then at the end, the lights went out and I saw their shadows (our shadow puppets <3) coming together so I was like did they hug??? And then I only found out later that evening when I checked tumblr that they in fact did hug and then my night was just completely made (lol, I say my night but I mean my life, obviously)

Do I Wanna Know was a total blur after that of course, but I was back for Body Paint which was absolutely incredible as always. And then they did Big Ideas as the encore and uuhhh yeah I sobbed 🙃 It was SO beautiful, and so special hearing it live with the strings, and SO fucking sad. And then once RU Mine? finished and the lights stayed off, I was like aaahhh we’re getting one more!! And then OF COURSE it was Perfect Sense because Alex is a dramatic bastard, and of course I cried some more. It was stunning and extremely emotional 💔

So then my friend and I went to drown my sorrows (and elation about the Milex reunion) in the pub and we actually had a great time with some fellow AM fans and live music again. I swear it was like all of Dublin was just there for Arctic Monkeys. Unfortunately, we were not in the pub where the boys apparently went ugh, but still, it was fun. And yesterday morning I woke up with a killer hangover so I swore I would not drink anymore, but it was raining so much, so we did end up in the pub again where we got talking to some really cool Irish guys who (surprise) also loved Arctic Monkeys, and they insisted on buying us drinks so obviously I couldn’t decline. So we just sat and drank with them until we had to catch our flight, and of course by that time I was tipsy and maudlin and the weather wasn’t helping so I cried all the way to the airport (especially since we passed the arena again) and then I cried some more in the airport like the drama queen I am 🥲

It’s just that I’m so sad it’s over, and so scared and worried about the future of the band, with how much this felt like a goodbye 😔 But I’m just going to assume that it’s just goodbye for now, and that they’ll take a well-deserved break, maybe do their own things for a while, and that in a few years’ time they’ll get back to making music together again. I really do think they have so much fun doing what they do together, and they’re basically like family, and Alex wouldn’t know what to do with himself if he couldn’t make music, so surely they’ll be back eventually. But please, just don’t be too long boys 🥺🙏🏻❤️

All in all, though, what has stayed with me most from this trip is a sense of gratefulness that I was lucky enough to experience all this, my 8th and 9th Arctic Monkeys gigs to date, the last dates of the tour, the Milex reunion (!!!!!!!) and to get to share it with two of my best friends in the world, a whole bunch of arctic monkeys loving strangers who I randomly met, and all of you guys I’ve met on here these past few months. The sense of connection and community I’ve found through this band means so much to me, more than I can say, actually, and I’m so grateful to them for that, in addition to the music they’ve given us. And although the tour is over, I am honestly looking forward to sharing the love we have for them with you all for a long time to come and for now, I am so excited about getting back to writing my silly little Milex stories (and insanely happy they finally gave us that little reunion we hope for, so that I’m still excited and hopeful about their relationship rather than heartbroken and resigned, which is what I probably would’ve been if they hadn’t performed together. So thank you for that, boys 💘)

So yes. Very, VERY long story short: Arctic Monkeys is and always will be my favourite band in the world, they ended the tour on an absolute high (and with Miles!) and this was an experience I will never, ever forget ❤️

[punchdrunkdoc]

Part 3, Chapter 14

Summary: After the events of S3, Matt Murdock is trying to once again balance life as a lawyer and a vigilante. But he’s been scarred by loss and betrayal - will a mysterious new neighbour help him heal? Or will her secrets drag him back into the darkness?

Notes: This is a slow burn romance with an original female character, told in 3 (maybe 4??) parts. There is mystery, intrigue, action/violence and angst - all the good stuff!

Also available on AO3 and Wattpad

Masterlist

Reference pics

Sorry for the delay in posting - real life's been a bitch!

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PART 3

Chapter 14

It didn’t take Calina long to pack. She’d been living a pretty spartan existence for the past few weeks so there wasn’t much in her sleeping area - just a set of headphones, a couple of books, and her clothes.

And her neoprene suit, the Widow’s bites, and the guns that fit in her thigh holsters.

She studied the items strewn over her bed - the physical remnants of her life as a Black Widow. It was a life she was letting go - gladly and willingly - but if felt wrong, somehow, to just throw this stuff away.

She was a Black Widow. She always would be. It was too ingrained in her. The training, the time in the Red Room, all the missions she’d taken part in…they’d shaped her. They formed too substantial a part of her past to ignore. And just getting rid of her Widow’s gear wouldn’t somehow erase that part of her. And it wouldn’t eradicate the violent, dark fragment of her soul that would probably always reside somewhere deep within her.

So there was no need for some symbolic destruction of her gear. She didn’t even feel the need to throw it in the trash. She’d just take it and store it away - like she’d done the first time she’d come to New York.

Just in case.

She’d lived through enough worst case scenarios to know it was better to be prepared. She didn’t want to ever fight again. She didn’t want to ever have to don this suit and load up her guns…but life didn’t always give you what you wanted.

Matt found her a few minutes later just as she finished stuffing her suit in her bag.

“You ready to get out of here?” he asked.

She zipped up the bag and hefted it over her shoulder. “More than ready,” she smiled.

Matt grabbed the small suitcase by her feet and they headed downstairs together. She stopped by Inessa’s room on the way out to see how she was doing, and said goodbye to the other Widows milling around the safe house on the way out. But they were happy ‘goodbyes’, not laden with fear of for each others’ safety or uncertainty about whether they’d ever meet again.

They were all starting a new life. It was exciting.

Calina felt that excitement grow as she stepped out into the bright sunshine, the cheery weather reflecting the hope and happiness bubbling inside her.

Until Anya appeared.

The other Widow came jogging down the steps behind her, ubiquitous tablet in hand. “Calina! Hold up!”

Calina and Matt paused on the sidewalk. “What’s wrong?” Calina asked.

“I’ve been going through Ranieri’s laptop in more detail.”

“You can take a day off you know, Anya. Have some fun. Celebrate a little.”

“This is fun for me.”

Matt looked away to hide his smile at Anya’s slightly confused reply. Calina didn’t bother hiding hers. “So what did you find?”

Anya hesitated, glancing in Matt’s direction. Calina quickly put her mind at ease. “It’s okay. He knows about Ranieri. I’m not keeping secrets from him anymore.”

“Oh. Okay then. Well, its about the guy who dosed you a few months back. The one who tried to get you to kill that Governor.”

“Aminev?”

“Yeah. Ranieri was looking for him.”

“What do you mean? When? Before or after Aminev drugged me?”

“Before. When Aminev defected from Volkov’s group, Volkov complained to Ranieri about it. Ranted all about how no one was loyal anymore, yadda yadda yadda. Ranieri immediately hired a PI to look for Aminev.”

“So? He was probably just trying to help Volkov out.”

Anya shook her head. “No. This was off the books, completely on the down-low. He didn’t want Volkov to know about it.”

“Did he find him?”

“Not sure yet. But I can keep digging if you think it's worth pursuing.”

Calina rolled her eyes. “Is this a real lead? Or are you just looking for an excuse to bury your head in work, instead of getting a life?”

Anya shrugged. “Does it matter?”

“Not to me,” Matt answered. “Please keep digging.”

Calina looked at him. “This sounds like nothing - no offence, Anya. Aminev is dead and Ranieri’s been neutralised by the threat of exposure.”

“Neutralised for now. He could become a problem in the future,” Matt countered. “And we still don’t know who hired Aminev - and who’s behind the pheromone drug. The more intel we have, the better.”

“Okay. You heard the man, Anya. Keep digging.”

“On it.” Anya turned and headed back up the stairs, leaving Matt and Calina to wait for their cab. But just before she entered the building, Anya paused and called out, “Calina?”

“Yes?”

“Nice hickey, by the way.”

Calina groaned in embarrassment, and swatted Matt’s shoulder when he burst out laughing.

———

An hour later, Matt and Calina were back in her apartment unpacking her few measly possessions.

Matt said nothing as she removed her Widow’s suit and weapons and stowed them in the hiding space under the bedroom floorboard, but she felt the need to explain anyway. “Just in case,” she said.

He nodded. “I get it,” he said, taking a seat on her bed. “Even when I convinced myself I’d given up being Daredevil, I could never bring myself to get rid of the suit.”

She joined him on the bed. “You said that was a story for another time. Is this the time?”

He shrugged. “It’s not some epic tale. I just…failed. I went through this period where nothing I did as Daredevil worked. I couldn’t save the people I wanted to save. I couldn’t stop the people who needed stopping. It just felt…pointless. So I gave up. I thought if I concentrated on being a full time lawyer, I’d make more of a difference.”

“I’m guessing it didn’t work out that way?”

He smiled - though it was more of a closed-lip grimace. “No. I was kidding myself. I need to be Daredevil. There’s something inside me that craves it. And sometimes…”

“What? Tell me.”

“Sometimes, I worry what that says about me.”

“I don’t,” Calina responded, without hesitation.

“What?”

“I know that you need to be Daredevil, but that doesn’t worry me. Because I know its not the violence that you’re craving. It’s the freedom. Daredevil, in some ways, is the real you. It’s you without the disguise - which is ironic when you think about it. But when you’re wearing that mask and that suit, you don’t have to pretend to be blind to your surroundings. You don’t have to walk with a cane, or slow yourself down, or act like less than you are. You can just be free to be yourself.”

“But what do I do with that freedom?” Matt argued. “I beat people up.”

“You get justice for people when the system fails. You use the amazing abilities you’ve been given to help people. You’re not just some random brawler, Matt Murdock, and you’ll never convince me that you’re acting from a place of darkness or evil.” She playfully bumped her shoulder against his. “So stop trying.”

He laughed softly. “Okay. But the same goes for you. You don’t have to be ashamed of keeping your Widow’s stuff. I know you’re not going to be sneaking out at night to do Widow-y things. And even if you wanted to do that, it would be okay. Because I know you wouldn’t be acting from a place of darkness or evil.”

She smiled as he echoed her words, then rested her head on his shoulder. “But I don’t know what I want to do. I mean, I know I don’t want to spend my nights fighting. I know I want to do something to help people. I just don’t know what it is.”

He wrapped his arm around her and held her close. “You’ll figure it out,” he said, repeating his words from earlier that day.

“I can start by helping you guys with the pheromone case. I know it’s still bothering you. A lot.”

He sighed. “Yeah. The drugging spree seems to have stopped - I haven’t come across a case in weeks. But it feels like a temporary reprieve. Like I got too close before, and scared them away. But whoever was behind it will be back, I’m sure of it. And I need to figure it out to get Margaret Posen out of prison, if nothing else.”

“Then I’ll help you. With the research and the grunt work,” she clarified. “To free you guys up to do the lawyer-ing and the vigilante-ing. I want to avoid the actual fighting side of things, if possible.”

“It’s completely possible. I don’t want you to do anything you don’t want to do.”

She leaned back to tease him a little, to try to lighten the mood. “Unless you come down with another cold and need saving from some kidnappers. Or you find yourself in another blown-up building. Then I’ll come running.”

He smiled and kissed her on the nose. “My hero.”

She smiled. “You’re my hero too. In fact, I think I still owe you one. You’re ahead of me on the saving-each-other scorecard.”

“You sure?” He frowned, as if trying to count the episodes himself.

She ticked them off on her fingers. “The night I was put under the mind control serum, you saved me from myself. Then when I was in a coma, you brought me back to life. And the other night, with the supersoldiers in Volkov’s compound.”

“That was a joint effort. We took them down together.”

She shrugged. “I’m still counting it. You came that night and helped us, even though you were so against what we were doing.”

“I’ll always come to help you. No matter what.”

She kissed him on his stubbled cheek. “Likewise.”

They sat together for a few moments longer, and Calina revelled in the feeling of being so close to Matt - both physically and emotionally. She’d never been happier. She’d never been more blissfully content, just sitting on a bed with Matt’s arm around her, as they pledged to always be there for each other.

It was perfect.

Until the sound of her stomach rumbling broke the spell.

Matt chuckled. “I guess it’s time to eat.”

Calina huffed out a laugh. “Yeah. But if you’re still dead set against us eating out together, we’ll need to go to your place or get some groceries - I have nothing in the kitchen. Literally nothing.”

He stood up and offered his hand to pull her off the bed. “My place it is, then.”

They spent the rest of the day in his home, just hanging out and delighting in the quiet, peaceful domesticity of it all. They ate a late lunch, and an even later dinner. They played chess, and lounged together on the couch, filling each other in on everything they’d missed over the last couple of months.

And when it came time for Matt to become Daredevil and leave for the night, Calina kissed him on the cheek and walked back across the hallway to her apartment.

The separation didn’t feel forced. It wasn’t awkward or traumatic. Sure, she would have preferred to go to sleep in his bed. She would have preferred to have him crawl in beside her in the early hours of the morning after he returned from his vigilante-ing. And she definitely would have preferred welcoming him back naked and ready for his touch…but this would do for now.

They’d have their days together at the weekend. Their evenings after he finished work. And they’d go their separate ways for the night.

It was what Matt wanted. What he needed. A slower pace. A little bit of space and time to learn to trust her again.

She could give him that, knowing - having faith - that they’d have their nights again soon. That they’d build a life together.

And if today was any sort of preview of how that life would play out…it was going to be a good one.

No. A great one.

———

He missed her.

It had only been a few hours since he’d last seen her, but he missed her. He felt the ache of her absence like a physical wound, and could barely concentrate for thoughts of her.

Matt shook his head and laughed under his breath. Man, he was so far gone, it was ridiculous.

He hoped it was just some residual side-effect from their months-long separation. Just his mind and body lagging behind in accepting that she was really back. That she wasn’t about to disappear again. Otherwise, he’d be useless at work tomorrow. As useless as he’d been tonight out on patrol.

Luckily, it had been quiet out on the streets of Hell’s Kitchen. Nothing too taxing. Nothing requiring more than the bare minimum of thought and effort - just an attempted mugging in a hospital car park, and a group of drunk frat boys causing a bit of property damage on west 53rd street.

Which meant he was back on his rooftop - their rooftop - in record time. He sat on the stone parapet of the building for a few minutes, stretching out his senses to double-check the mood of the city…but it was calm. At peace for a change.

Which meant he could direct his senses one floor down, and to the right.

To the woman asleep in 6B.

He closed his eyes, and allowed her steady heartbeat, and the soft rustle of her sheets, to become the soundscape of his world. He felt his breathing slow to match hers, until they were inspiring and expiring as one. He became so absorbed in her, the city around him disappeared. Until they were the only two people on the planet.

But it still wasn’t enough.

Because he was missing her scent.

He crept silently across the rooftop and down to the fire escape outside her bedroom window. He crouched on the metal structure, and let the picture of her take shape in his mind’s eye. The heat of her body, the scent particles rising from her skin, and the air seeping through the cracks in her window and swirling over her form, brought her to life.

She was on her back, one slender arm draped across her waist and the other outstretched on the bed towards the window, as if beckoning him in. She stirred slightly, her head turning on the pillow and one long leg bending at the knee until her foot rested against her other thigh, like a ballerina in position.

The move disturbed the bedsheets, releasing a concentrated dose of her scent. Matt breathed deeply, taking in that wonderful, heady fragrance, feeling like an addict getting a hit of his favourite drug.

But it still wasn’t enough.

The sound and the shape and the smell of her wasn’t enough. He was missing the feel of her skin.

He wanted to enfold her in his arms and bury his nose in that spot behind her ear and feel her hair tickle his cheek and slip his thigh between hers and his hand under her top…

No.

He stood up, braced his hands on his hips and forcefully shook his head - as if he could physically fling the impulse from his mind.

This arrangement was for the best. 

In a moment of more rational clarity, he’d decided to slow things down between them. To give them both space to acclimatise to being back together. And it was the logical, sensible course of action.

It was just difficult to follow that sensible logic when his baser instincts were in play. When he was Daredevil, the reckless vigilante…and not Matt Murdock, the practical lawyer. He clenched his hands into fists, battling with the two sides of his nature. Pitting the need to stick to his guns against the primal urge to wrench open the window and crawl into bed beside her.

In the end, the decision was made for him.

Calina cried out in her sleep, a familiar sound of helpless terror. She shifted on the bed again, curling up into a protective ball as she whimpered in fear. Her scent changed, morphing from sweet and sultry to the acrid taste of adrenaline. 

She was having a nightmare.

So he needed to go to her.

Matt braced his hands on the glass pane in front of him and pushed upwards, the rubber pads of his gloves providing the necessary grip. He strained, using all the strength in his arms and upper body, until he felt the metal lock break away from the rotting wood of the window frame - the only time since moving into this old building that he was grateful for the state of disrepair.

He pushed open the window and climbed into Calina’s bedroom, sure that the noise of his entry would wake her. But she was deep in her nightmare, held captive in some horrible memory or dreamscape.   

He quickly closed the window, pulled off his mask and stripped out of his suit, leaving him in boxers and a tee. Then he slipped under the covers behind Calina and wrapped her in his arms. “Shhh, sweetheart. It’s okay. I’m here.”

He kept up a litany of soothing words as he held her tight and pressed soft kisses against the flushed skin of her cheek. After a few long minutes, the rigid tension in her muscles started to ease and her panicked, panting breaths slowed. “That’s it, Callie. You’re safe. Just relax, I’m here.”

“Matt?” she murmured, her voice slurred and groggy.

“Yeah, it’s me. Go to sleep, baby.”

“You’re really here?”

He pressed another kiss to her cheek. To the angle of her jaw and the soft delicate skin behind her ear. “I told you. I’ll always come when you need me.”

“Good. M’glad.”

He could tell by the mumbled words that she was half asleep again already. He smiled into her hair and settled against the pillows, tucking his arm more firmly around her waist. “Me too, sweetheart.”

He closed his eyes, feeling at peace. The ache of missing her gone. His distracted thoughts, at rest. There was no battle within him now. No warring between logic and desire.

He was exactly where he was supposed to be.

Within moments, he was asleep.

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Chapter 15

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[mashmaiden]

The long story no one asked for!

So, my trip to LA. Holy crap what an adventure! Absolute whirlwind experience but totally amazing!

So last Tuesday, at like noon my time, the main casting director for NCIS and NCIS: LA posted on Instagram about an NCIS-Verse themed picket event the following day at 9am. Now, I live in Phoenix, which is about a 7 hour drive away from LA. It's doable alone, but a bit hard to go there and back in a day by yourself. But I decided I'd do it if I had to!

As an alternative, I looked at flights and buses, and found that Greyhound prices were about the equivalent of what gas would cost me, and that sold me. Bought the ticket and had about 5 hours to get ready to leave on an overnight bus. So I left my house at 10pm, parked at my friend's house, took the light rail to the bus stop, and got on a way too cramped bus at 11:30pm and headed to LA!

We got into Downtown LA at 8am. I caught an Uber to a neighborhood adjacent to Paramount Studios, got some coffee and walked toward the gates.

A little preface before we get to the rest of the stuff you guys ACTUALLY want to hear about. So, when I posted the Rosa pop on Instagram before the series finale, Natalia (the actress who plays Rosa), followed the account, and reached out, mentioning she would love a Rosa Pop of her own. I told her I could make her one if she wanted. When I posted to my insta-stories about potentially coming to the Strike that day, she messaged me with a "I hope I'll get to see you there!" So part of the 5 hours I had to get ready included finishing painting the Pop I'd created for her.

AT THE STRIKE

After checking in, I got a SAG strike sign and started wandering around. I saw Medalion (Fatima) and Kavi (Shyla) and Gemmill from afar, but was too chicken to approach any of them at that moment. I reached out to Natalia via IG and she said she was nearly there. A few minutes later, she and her boyfriend Nick arrived, and I went up to them. I presented her with her pop but offered to hang onto it for the time being (she only had a small bag with her, and the pop was in a box). She in return, had a gift for me! She framed a copy of the call sheet and sides (that day's script pages) from one of the days of filming the S13 finale episode! Totally unexpected and so sweet!

So the three of us walk around in the circles in front of one of the gates for a bit, and then we wandered over to the writer's strike checkin booth, where there was a small sign, indicating the "NCIS" meetup was at the OTHER gate. We head over there, and Natalia immediately spots a few of the writers/actors and we head their way. She introduces me to them - I think at this point it was Justin, Matt, and Duncan (Castor/COD's stand in -- he loved the Hetty pop!) - and we chat for a bit. I mentioned how my desire to do film work was started by all of our "ideas" we'd come up with for alternative plots, and one of them actually asked me what my favorite idea was! I half blanked, half chickened out, and kinda fumbled my way through the question.

After that, I ended up behind Kavi while we were stopped at the crosswalk, and I actually worked up the nerve to introduce myself to her. Told her how much fun I found Shyla, etc. She loved the Pops, and was so shocked that I came from Phoenix, that she started telling EVERYONE she saw about it. Around this time, we noticed Dani was on the corner, talking with other NCIS peeps (I think this is when she was taking the pics with Vanessa, Brian, etc), and Kavi asked me if I'd met her yet. I said no, and she was like "well we have to change that".

A few minutes later, Dani starts walking the circles with the rest of us, and as she passes us, Kavi gets her attention, literally DRAGGING me by my arm to follow her. She again repeats my bus tale, and I get to show her the Kensi pop. This moment was captured as a beautiful candid pic by one of the photographers who has regularly been taking/posting pictures of the strike.

Dani asked if the pop was for her. And, I'll admit, that was not my intention when I went, as the wedding Kensi was a little beat up, having traveled across LA with me 3-4 times by now. But, how could I say no?! So, now wedding Kensi is in the hands of her inspiration! *squee*! Beyond that, Dani and I talked a bit about working in the industry, I mentioned how I wasn't quite decided on where I'd end up, but was looking into writing and creative producing. She admitted to not being so into the writing side of things herself, but she enjoyed the directing/producing/acting side.

As we were standing there talking, we were surrounded by mostly NCIS: LA cast/crew members and someone suggested doing a group picture. I was in the middle of the mass of people, and no one made me move, so I somehow got to take part in the super cool group pic! lol.

I also managed to get one-on-one pics with with Erik Palladino (Sabatino), Don Wallace (Navy SEAL Frank Wallace), and Kavi. I got one with Natalia too, but not on my phone. I saw so many people I recognized from behind the scenes of the show, but didn't get to talk to everyone.

About noon-time I got picked up by the wonderful @anonkp who took me to a delicious lunch in Larchmont Village. Then she dropped me off near the bus station when she had to go back to work. But I had a few more hours to kill until the bus came, so I rode the metro line down to Santa Monica, took a few pics at the beach from far away, made my way back, and got on my bus!

I was REALLY hoping to sleep on my way home. By the time it got dark, it was 9pm and I was running on the short spurts of sleep I got on the super cramped bus on the way in. I wasn't as cramped on this bus, and I had the row to myself this time, so I started to try to nod off for a few hours... and then our A/C died. Just as we entered Arizona, of course. So we made an extra stop on the way home just so we could cool down from the hot bus. I finally pulled into my house at 3am, 29 hours after I'd left the day before.

And that's the crazy adventure I had! But it was an absolutely wonderful experience, and I'd happily do it again if given the opportunity! lol. (Even if I'll probably be remembered as "the girl with the dolls" from here on out!) I'm probably forgetting 800 things, but this is already too long! 😂😂

[daydadahlias]

Do you know what’s going on with Eternity Speedway?

yes because i know everything <3 no, not actually, but after some Discussion with our most informed Ash Stan, one Crystal Kindahoping4forever, I have a basic idea of what's going on!!

now, lock in for a jessay <3

ok so!! the brunette Chris Stapleton that Ashton is looking so longingly at in these band pics is a guy named Mac Hanson (no, not the rugby player),

who Ashton has actually played shows with before!! Do you recall his oh so talented robot dance? we have Mac to thank. Everyone say thank you Mac for getting Ashton on stage in such tight pants <3

Anyway, Ash is "pretty well known in the districts for his drumming greatness" and when someone asks him to session or help them out w/ anything, he literally always jumps at the opportunity (and always has; this is nothing new)!!

Since 5sos has been on their "break" (and even before it), Ash has been writing songs with other people (think of all his LP, Matt, and Andrew adventures last year), and also performing with them. this man loves a sidequest (which we all knew; like he has a fucking luxury candle business lmfao, bro just likes Doing Shit). So, when it comes to stuff like this, you can literally just think of it as another side quest!! I mean, think of it this way fr, he's already finished his solo album lol. That thing is in the final stages of production and probably ready for release within the year. And, as Luke said in an earlier interview, 5sos won't be back in the studio until later this year, so what is Ash supposed to do to bide the time? the man literally goes stir-crazy without something to do. he has music ADHD. if he's not creating, he feels like he's wasting time. so this new band (which is COUNTRY ROCK??? HELLO?? a genre he never gets to explore with 5sos!!), is just another new sidequest for him <3

also, bare in mind that Ash hasn't promoted this band at all on his public social media; it's only been posted on the other guys'. usually Ash only uses his socials to promote stuff that's for the furthering of his own career (like the candle buiz and his solo music) so that kind of gives the implication that this is mainly Mac's thing/band and Ash is helping them out/having fun until 5sos is back in the studio. like, i don't think he's doing it with the intention of it getting attention, because he's literally only posting about it on his private account, not his main.

there's also no indication of this being "his new band" like everyone's freaking out about. it just kind of seems like... a band that he's playing with?

so I think is a pretty clear indication that it's just supposed to be an Ashton thing... not an Ashton Irwin of 5 Seconds of Summer Thing, if that makes sense? He's allowed to have fun and do things on his own without people falling over themselves :/

also not to start shit, u guys, but do u notice how... luke's been doing solo marketing/modeling/performing/releasing (and is literally going on a fucking tour by himself later this year) and no one's raised this much of an uproar?? yeah just think that's a little funny <3

[kidge-planet]

pidge headcanon: period

these headcanons will have four parts ( in that same post) : garison, Castle of lions, road to earth and post-season 8.

'tw: this headcanon contains kidge. don't like it, don't read it! (lightly contains Kidge, I tried to make it more about Pidgey)

A/N: I decided to not talk about the symptoms that she might have during her period and to talk about things that happened while she had her period. (and how she handled it into space)

Garrison:

When Pidge pretending to be a guy at the garrison, She obviously had her bag full of pads because duh.

Her roommates was obviously a guy and one day, her bag fell in the ground and a few pads came out of her bag. He asked her about it but she said that it was her "girlfriend's" pads. He was sceptical but didn't ask more questions.

Hunk found the pads too when he was searching for chocolate in her bag and she said the same. (that's why when Hunk found the pic of Pidge and Matt, he thought it was a pic of her "girlfriend".)

at some point, she was out of pads. Her only way to get some was to sneak in the infirmary to steal some but unfortunately, she got caught by a nurse.

nurse: What are you doing here? Pidge: HUUUUH...I... My girlfriend told be that she needed pads!.. She asked me to get her some here but I didn't see you, so... nurse: awww, what a sweet boy, there, pads for your girlfriend. pidge: pidge: Can I have painkillers too?

The nurse gave her painkillers too.

Sometimes, Pidge would have a quick cramp while she is walking with Hunk and Lance and would randomly curl up on theh ground. Hunk would end up carrying her and telling her that she needs to go to the infirmary. She would always REFUSE.

She woke up with her sheets stained with blood. Her roommate saw it. well.

She told him the truth and he helped her to get some clean sheets.

He kept her secret.

Castle of lions:

When she arrived at the castle of lion and finally got in her room, it came to her mind: HOW IS SHE GOING TO GET PADS?!

SHE HAD LEFT HER PADS IN HER ROOM AT THE GARRISON BECAUSE NOW THAT HER ROOMMATE KNEW, SHE COULD JUST LET HER PADS IN THE ROOM.

SHE ONLY HAD THREE PADS IN HER BAG? HELP.

She figured that she'd have to use toilet paper. *sigh*

When she finally told that she was a girl to her team, she then had a talk with Allura to know if she had pads... But:

Pidge: Allura... I need to ask you something... Allura: Yes? Pidge: I had a question about period... How were girls dealing with it on Altea. Allura: Period? pidge: Wait-

Pidge explained to Allura what periods were. Allura shivered: "How could you lose blood from your... EW. Humans are so strange..."

Allura asked a thousand questions.

they both tried to find an alternative to pads or tampons...

they found something, better than pads. It was something spongeous that was making disappear any liquid. It was discreet and it wasn't uncomfortable... She will never use pads again, space sponges are WAYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY better.

training during periods... NAHHH.

shiro: Ok guys, let's get started with the training. Pidge: Shiro, *whisper something to Shiro*. Shiro: Ho. Well, you can go rest. Lance, Hunk and Keith: WHY-

Shiro explained to them.

the guys instantly became sweeter with Pidge .

Hunk baked her peanut butter cookies.

Lance would bring her stuffs to help her ease her pain

And keith would carry her to her room whenever she is in pain.

during the fights, the adrenalin made her forget the pain.

She tried the healing pods to see if it would change anything. Naha, didn't work.

Pidge snaped at Lance a few times for multiple reasons.

Or she would snap at her computer.........

Road to earth: (short)

No problem in the lion exceptthe fact that she would snap at people easily.

When they were lost and floating into space, Pidge would silently worry about her period. She wont be able to change or anything.

post-season 8:

Keith was now her boyfriend and, whenever he would come back to earh and she would be on her period, he would be the best boyfriend:

cuddles to forget about the pain.

He found a specific way to make the pain go away: by gently caressing the lower part of her tum with the tip of his fingers.

she would snap at him easily but he would try to not mind.

she would also become a cuddly one... Depends on the day.

Keith panics whenever she tells him that her period is late.

Well, that was shorter than I imagined... I still hope you liked it!

[nancypullen]

Geez

It's the 19th of May and I haven't posted since late April. That's a sad state of affairs on this ol' blog. Since my last post we have celebrated Jamie's birthday and Mother's Day, two noteworthy occasions. In the near future we have Tyler's birthday, Father's Day, and Matt's upcoming trip to Ireland. Plenty to look forward to and celebrate, June should be a delight. On Saturday the library hosted a celebration of our renovations and re-opening (even though they been open since January). There was a ribbon cutting, food and drink, and a good crowd. I spent five hours in the children's area applying glitter tattoos to lots of small hands and arms.

This little guy was thrilled with his glittery blue Batman emblem. He stole my heart.

I actually put lots of books into those little hands as well, so mission accomplished. After working all week and then surviving enjoying a busy Saturday I didn't do much of anything on Sunday. We browsed the auction house. Do I need this globe?

Probably not. I'll bet the countries are outdated and if it doesn't open up and become a James Bond style liquor cabinet, what good is it? I'm 100% sure that I don't need this gal around giving me body issues.

Is it just me, or does she kind of look like Caitlin Jenner? I talked the mister into cruising into the Starbucks drive-thru while we were out. I'd had a headache for two days, and darned if an iced caramel macchiato didn't cure it. I guess there's something to be said for caffeine and sugar. I enjoyed every drop. Once home, Mickey went to his office to work on photos and I puttered. I checked out the gardens and gave everything a pep talk. The mister has been murdering moles so I have high hopes that the grass will fill in and flourish. At this point I'm willing to spray paint the dirt green. I ended up on the porch, which is looking so pretty. I'll have to snap some pics and share them. I don't know why a pretty porch makes me so happy, but it does. For dinner I cut up some chicken thighs and made bourbon chicken in a skillet - no actual bourbon involved. It's basically that yummy food court chicken. The recipe is apple juice, apple cider vinegar, low sodium soy sauce, ginger, garlic, pepper, and brown sugar. After the chicken cooked I thickened the sauce with a little cornstarch slurry and served it over rice. I topped it with a little diced green onion and sesame seeds to make it pretty. Normally I'd have tossed in some broccoli florets but I didn't have any. There was a crunchy cucumber in the frig so I sliced that up for our veggie. I probably should have made a salad, but I'm just so dang tired. I've started questioning my Oregon Trail viability. That was always how I judged my health/fitness - whether or not I'd survive walking beside a wagon for four or five months. I knew I could do it, even enjoy some of it. Now I know I'd be jumping off at the first trading post. I'd be selling maps in Missouri at the jumping off point. I don't feel good, I don't look good, and I'd just be dead weight in the wagon. Leave me, save yourselves. All of that to say that I've become a bit of a bore. I work most days and get home after six (sometimes eight) and my routine is the same - eat dinner, watch Jeopardy, take a hot bath, read in bed. Ho hum. Where's the fun? I've lost my magic. I really need to find my way back to playing with words and paint and paper. I miss it. I feel like a hypocrite saying that. Before taking the position at the library, I was lonely, isolated, longing for friends, and looking for a purpose in this dull town. Now I get to talk and laugh with nice people at work, I certainly have a lot to do, there aren't enough hours in the work day to finish everything (I have a deadline hanging over my head right now that is stressing me out!), and I actually do feel a little appreciated. The paycheck is a nice bonus. So I suppose I got what I wished for, I just didn't want it nine hours a day. I don't have a life. Right now the library is very short staffed, and I think everyone is stretched thin. Most people have no idea of how much work is involved in keeping a public library not just open, but relevant. The programs that we offer, the community outreach, the technology that we have to stay on top of, the daily tasks of keeping track of a large inventory, fielding reference questions from patrons and finding the resources and answers they need, processing materials that come and go in large tubs, the list goes on and on and that doesn't even include just the regular check-ins and outs. My calendar also includes a lot of children's programs - tomorrow I'm working with Petite Picassos, another day I'll be making bee hotels with a group of twenty, don't even ask about Bubblepalooza (guaranteed bad hair day). I've actually managed to get a month ahead in gathering materials and planning for displays. I have some birds to paint, but otherwise I'm ready. Getting ahead on some things means putting others at a lower priority - which is why I have an online training class for Beanstack, the software we'll use for all of our summer reading programs, still on my to-do list. I'm supposed to have it completed by the 22nd. Maybe if I don't get it done they'll fire me.

I just want my life back. Not even all of it, maybe just half. I wanted to be a volunteer. Help.

Okay, I've whined enough. It's past time to get my clothes ready for the morning, pack a little lunch, and pray that the building burns down overnight. Just kidding. Kind of. Sorry for this mess of a post, I just wanted to keep this blog alive. It tells the story of my life since 2007 and I'd hate to let it fade away now. I suppose everything runs its course, but I'm not ready yet. Thanks for staying this long and reading this far. Sending out lots of love tonight. I hope it finds you. I also hope that joy finds you - we can all use a healthy dose of that. It's most often homemade. I'll be back during the weekend. Until then, stay safe, stay well, stay hopeful. XOXO, Nancy

[chevvy-yates]

8. which ever blorb has your fixation today

First of all: I LOVE you linked the number back to the post OMG! I would have never found it again! Gives you a kiss to the forehead.

—

8. do they have a nickname? who gave it to them? if it's not derived from their real name, what's the story behind it?

I'm going for Thyjs! rubs hands

I decided for him because he's literally the only one who got a nickname with a true story behind. Some may know about his nick name(s) and I teased the story probably here and there but never detailed, so here we go:

1st: 'Thyjs'

Thyjs is the short version of his full name 'Matthijs' — so 'Thyjs' can be seen as his nickname already. He doesn't like his full name that much as it's too long and it seems tricky to pronounce when reading it — if you're not Dutch. He didn't wanted to be called 'Matt', so he always introduces himself with: "I'm Thyjs* – pronounced like 'nice'." (he also is nice). His -new- last name is 'de Wit' (Dutch for 'the white'). He took that name when Vijay altered his data as he's now a citizen of Night City and his former last name 'van Buren' had to be deleted as Militech thinks he is dead. So even de Wit could be another nickname as Thyjs is really pale due to his albinism and has a few entire white outfits. But I do not count it as one, just thought to add it to as a little side note.

*I gave him an 'y' instead of the 'i' because it is more or less a habit of mine to do that and I think it looks fancier.

2nd: 'Storm'

bringing back this pic, because it's awesome:

Thyjs bears the nickname 'Storm'. It is also a code name used during his time as Militech soldier in various operations. How did he get it, you wanna know now?

Story behind the cut because I know this will get longer:

There was a dangerous situation in 2075 during a heavy fight caused by an enemy ambush on open range in the Afghan desert with almost zero cover from enemy fire. To Thyjs' squad hard luck there has also been a heavy thunderstorm over their heads. Thyjs was the only soldier left capable of using Sandevistan so he took his chance acting fast on said field trying to eliminate as much as he could using his fastness mixed with his shotgun that required to get pretty close. The more enemies he neutralizes the longer his Sandeviastan continues. He disabled a few drones and wounded human enemies lethally but one cyborg, also pretty fast, managed to mangle Thyjs’ left forearm, so that was also the day when he lost half of his arm. However, right in that moment a lightning strike decided to strike into an already dead tree probably four meters away from them, doing a flashover to Thyjs since he was nearest at that moment. Everyone witnessing this scene thought he would be dead but it was quite the contrary. Thyjs survived almost unharmed (only got a temporary burned 'tattoo' (Lichtenberg figure) on his body from it) and in the next moment he released a powerful EMP in a relatively large radius around him that hit literally everyone, dismantling robots and drones and shocking the rest of remaining human enemies as well. He saved his entire squad, several already wounded, but spared by Thyjs’ powerful strike as they too have been equipped heavily against electronic damage and were much farther behind Thyjs. This delicate operation gained him his nickname ‘Storm’ as his best squad mate Mika went calling him that afterwards and everyone adapted that name, not only because he was struck by lightning, though — it was the entire situation they have witnessed.

Thyjs fighting style cannot be watched with normal eyes as he’s way too fast for the average human eye to see. Thanks to his Militech ‘Apogee’ Sandevistan Mk. V he's like lightning. The only time you'll see him is before he starts and when he ends it, the ladder is already too late for the enemy. You may see him dodge incoming projectiles and enemy attacks in between, avoiding incoming enemies that are fast as well, sometimes he may even look gracefully, appearing for a moment as time pauses for max three seconds until he vanishes again, leaving only electricity behind, just to reappear in a different place, slaying his enemies one after another, ending them with a sound of thunder that is his  Constitutional Arms M2038 Tactician 'The Headsman' Power shotgun. The reason why he didn’t die in the first place was that he got the Shock-n-Awe mod installed in his immune system that takes the damage he took and uses it for releasing either an electroshock or an EMP depending on the amount of damage taken. And second is, he knew himself that he somehow is immune to electricity. When he was still a boy he grabbed after a high voltage electrified fence, felt nothing and stayed completely unharmed (while his mother had the shock of her life). Just a tenth of an amp is already fatal to most humans. He didn’t know that it could also include a literal lightning strike, though he concludes the mod helped to absorb this huge amount of electricity too. All he knows is that he felt extremely dizzy and exhausted plus the loss of a good amount of blood where once his forearm had been.  However — that situation made him obsessed with electricity and he started various experiments on himself to just find out he is able to withstand several amps of electricity passing through his body without getting harmed. He managed to power up light bulbs easily as well as connect himself between two broken cables to get power running again. Since Militech granted him to have some exclusive cyberware for his outstanding work. It gave him the idea to add not just a cybernetic projectile launcher system but one to use electricity in combat, so he came to his custom made cybernetic hand, modified to use electric damage in the form of lightning and his cybernetic arm got modified to actively feed electricity to make use of — therefore the glowing lines and fingertips. Yes, he can shoot lightning at enemies and is able to take electricity from various sources to load it up. You better equip yourself with Superinsulator or a Grounding Plating mod.

Thyjs is a special soldier. I wanted him to be unique, not only alone by him having albinism but also having the ability to use electricity (as I've wanted him to have a launcher arm with electricity in the first place), so it escalated into all this. And I regret absolutely nothing.

I've done a whole little song list some months ago, that helps to undeline his ability and how I see him in general that can be accessed here.

[highfantasy-soul]

Accessibility for those with limited sight:

Important Notice

Did you know that scrolling through Tumblr sucks for people with limited sight?

I was introduced to adding Alt text on images and gifs through some mutuals on Twitter who use screen readers and I thought I'd share how important it is here on Tumblr as well! I know we all love our photo dumping, our gifsets of favorite characters, memes galore, even aesthetic mood boards filled with images, and there's a way to make sure everyone is able to experience those awesome parts of Tumblr!

Many people with limited sight use screen readers that read off to them what's written on screen. If you're a fan of Marvel, think Matt Murdock's phone that calls out "Foggy Foggy Foggy" to let him know who's calling, and all those lawyer scenes where he's listening to something - that's probably a screen reader reading the case files to him!

When using something like that, if the reader comes to an image, it simply reads out 'image'. No descriptor, no indication of what that image might be, and if you post a lot of images or comment on the image in your post, it's very confusing to those using a reader and makes the site about unusable. Especially if there is post after post filled with images. You scroll through your dash and hear 'image image image image image image image' and that's, like, not fun.

But there's a way to help! When you post an image, there are three little dots that appear at the bottom of the pic or gif that you can click and add an image descriptor! So you just type in a line or two describing what the image is, then when someone's screen reader gets to your image, they'll get to hear that description! That way, those using screen readers can still be a part of the conversation as we riff on the images and make comments about how hot a character is or how silly we find a meme.

I just learned about this recently, but I think it's really important to help people feel welcome and have access to the same information and experience with the app those with sight have. So, next time you're posting an image, think about adding some alt text or an image id!

If the image/gif is already posted and you want to reblog, consider adding a comment under it with brackets that says [ID: describe the visual media end ID]. It's not the best option as there are usually tons of comments above that descriptor so those on screen readers don't know what those comments are referencing until the very end, but it's an option we can go with until everyone is using alt when they make the initial post.

If you made it this far, thank you so much for reading all of this!