#MY HEEEEEART

[sailingfireshipz]

Raise your hand if you've ever been personally victimized by this singular scene from 12x13

[fanartandfanfiction]

Here’s a literal BASKET OF PUPPIES to brighten your day

[enigmatic-bumble]

You read something and its like wow!!! This possibly can't get any worse!!!

And it's just progressively getting so much worse

[lock-my-feelings-in-a-jar]

[odysseys-blood]

i havent posted any songs i like in a minute so heres one thats been playing on repeat in my head for days

[alas-i-cannot-sim]

Don't wanna jinx myself, but..

I think I've found my Gomez 🥹♥️

[oceanicxeyes]

MOTHERFUCKING AGATHA PULLING MY HEARTSTRINGS!!! HOW DAAAAAAAAAAAARE!

[girltakovic]

[thorin-is-a-cuddler]

Ohhhhhhhh ❤️❤️

“Do you want me to wear a wig?”

A/N: Remember when I said '5 line fanfics'? Yeah.

(Please be kind lol, this is my first fic in a whiiiile).

“Do you want me to wear a wig?”

“No, I don’t want you to wear a wig.”

“What about heels?”

“You don’t wear heels.”

“But Karen does!”

Matt sighed and put a hand to his forehead. “Y/N, you’re not Karen,” he said, his voice sounding exactly how he felt: exhausted. This had been the first evening in longer than he could remember that he wasn’t catapulting himself across Hell’s Kitchen, and yet somehow, his aches and bruises were more prominent now than they had been when he was. He’d taken the day off—not that there was a workplace to take it from—and spent it in his pyjamas, trying not to aggravate his battered body more.

And so, it had not been his idea to stand in his living room at 2 am, feeling like the world had swallowed him and spat him right back out again. Neither had it been his idea to submit to a drama performance orchestrated by his sister. And yet, here he was.

This drama performance was entitled: Practicing Telling Karen That I’m Daredevil. In reality, Matt hadn’t given that much thought past the fact that it needed to happen. It was time. He had told Foggy, and he refused to leave Karen out any longer. But his ideas didn’t quite reach how, or when, or where. He’d figured that in any way, anytime, and anywhere, the result would be the same. There would be disbelief, and there would be accusatory remarks of betrayal and lying, and then quite possibly he would be on the receiving end of a slap. But he was okay with that, because at least it would be done.

You, ever the protector, had not been okay with that. “You have to be prepared,” you'd told him, “nothing ever goes right for us. If you don’t figure this stuff out then she’ll probably find out you’re Daredevil when you’re sitting on the toil—”

Well, he didn’t want that. So, he’d agreed. Partly because you weren't exactly wrong… mostly because he knew his sister, and he knew that every hour spent awake with him was one more you could hold onto. This was more for your benefit than it was Karen's.

“For all intents and purposes, yes,” you said, “yes, I am. I am Karen. Come on, into position.”

There was never any winning with you. Let it not be known that Matthew Murdock, fierce attorney at law, alias Daredevil, crime-fighting vigilante, could beat and punch and kick his way out of any situation except ones you had pulled him into.

Practically hearing the call of his bed, Matt picked up the bag with his mask inside. You had suggested he swing in through the window of Murdock and Nelson dressed in the suit.

Never gonna happen.

He turned his face towards you, stood across from him in your dressing gown, wet hair tied back. With a resigned sigh, he took the mask from the bag, and, the words feeling stupid on his lips, as though he was in some sort of cheesy superhero movie: “I’m Daredevil.”

There was silence. A sniff. You narrowed your eyes. Then, you snorted a laugh.

“Ha, ha. That’s hilarious.”

Matt tilted his head. “Is it?”

“Dude—no, wait, Karen wouldn’t say dude—Matt, you’re an awesome lawyer, seriously, but—you?" Incredulity dripped from your tone. "Scaling buildings and backflipping from roof to roof? That’s like… imagining Foggy in a bikini.”

“I’m trying really hard not to be insulted right now.”

“Did you forget you’re blind?”

Matt frowned, his muscles tensing a little. “I am blind. But I’m also Daredevil.”

You rolled your eyes, and Matt couldn’t help but think he should have enrolled you in acting school when you were younger.

“And did I tell you I’m Jesus Christ incarnated?”

Momentarily forgetting the feeling of his silk sheets and a cold pillow beneath his aching head, Matt drew his brows together and his jaw fell slightly open. “Are you making fun of me?”

“If you’re Daredevil, why don’t you prove it?”

“I’m not doing a backflip in the living room.”

You scrunched your nose up. “You’re so boring.”

“Okay. Then where do you think I got his mask from?”

You took a moment, eyes narrowing in suspicion, tongue running across your teeth as you thought. You walked towards him and took the mask from his hands. Matt listened while you moved it about, turning it upside down, hands passing over the horns as you scrutinised every detail.

You stood on your tiptoes to peer at something. Matt was patient. When you were satisfied, you made a disgruntled nose and threw the mask onto the couch. Arms crossed once again you stared determinedly up at him, saying simply: “Stolen."

Your brother rose a brow and mirrored your position, clear he was no longer dealing with Karen Page. “Alright,” he said, “I’ll bite. Why do you reckon that?”

“Too small to fit on your fat head.”

There were about two seconds between Matt tossing his head back and laughing, and grabbing you to toss onto the couch. Quicker than you had time to register it, he was over you, one knee beside you, his hands shooting down to tickle you.

You positively screamed, your brother’s full and legal name exiting your mouth in one shrill shriek.

“You’re a little shit, you know that?” Matt expertly dodged the kick aimed at his chest, wincing as his body reminded him of the stunts he’d pulled over the last few nights. He flopped in the seat beside you, his mask falling to the floor, and grabbed your hand as it aimed for his nose, holding it far enough away from the both of you that you couldn’t touch him.

“Noho! Stop!”

“No, you don’t know that? Damn, I’ve been slacking in my duties as big brother, haven't I?"

“You would—” You squeezed your eyes shut, one foot planted firmly against Matt's thigh, your free hand desperately trying to shove his away—“YOU WOULDN’T DOHO THIS TO KAHAREN!”

Matt scoffed a laugh, then, with an evil chuckle, leaned over you, hands still at work—“Karen knows how not to get on my last nerve,” he growled lowly—and blew a raspberry right under your ear.

He finally backed off at the noise that produced, partly due to sympathy, mostly because you had new neighbours who probably wouldn’t appreciate a 2 am wake-up call. Settling back in his seat with a self-satisfied smirk across his lips, he let you lurch forward and attack him, playfully shoving and kicking at him, until your foot caught a particularly sensitive spot and he recoiled. Instinctively a hand went to his side and the other closed around your ankle, his head dipped a little at the pain that coursed through him.

You recovered quickly. “Sorry!” you said, your breath still coming in short bursts. “Sorry, Matty, I—are you okay?”

Matt nodded slowly. “I’m okay,” he said, then breathed a laugh through his nose. “Not sure why I ever believed I’d get an evening off being beaten up tonight.”

You giggled and lightly smacked his shoulder, managing to wrench your foot free from his hold before he could take advantage of it being in his grasp. You crossed your legs beneath you and leaned back against the pillows as you tapped your phone to check the time.

“You can go to bed now,” you said quietly.

“Huh? Thought all this practicing stuff was necessary.”

He bumped against his shoulder against yours and you smiled slightly, picking at a loose thread in the sofa. “It’ll be fine. Whatever happens is gonna happen no matter how you do it, right?”

“I did kinda say that.”

“You can kinda shut up.”

A comforting sort of silence enveloped the room then, one that you were happy to sit with. The bustle of Hell’s Kitchen was still loud outside, but in this apartment, in this room, it was just the two of you. That was how it was supposed to be. That was what you missed.

A gentle snore broke the quietude, and you turned your head to see your brother utterly knocked out. His entire body had fallen limp against the couch and for the first time in so long, he looked almost peaceful.

You stared at him. Subconsciously, your mind counted every visible injury, every patch of discoloured skin, everywhere that could have been the one that killed him.

You reached down to pick up his mask. It felt cold against your skin, a reminder that it had the terrifying ability to upturn your entire life. This one thing.

Your eyes lingered a bit before you tossed the mask across the floor and grasped the throw on the back of the couch. Gently leaning against your brother, careful not to wake or hurt him, you draped it across the both of you and closed your eyes. His slow breathing soothed you and in no time you were lost in your own dreams.

Daredevil Masterpost

send me the first sentence of a fanfic and i’ll write the next five, except i don’t know when to stop writing so i guarantee there’ll be more than five

[necrorotted]

long post but...

the wangxian confession scene just hits so different. it's so genuine, the way wei wuxian fumbles some with how to say it. the way wangji doesnt believe him right away. the build up, the choice of words... UGH

Taking a deep breath, Wei WuXian said quietly, “……I really do have terrible memory. I’ve forgotten a lot of things from before, including that night at the Nightless City. What really happened during those few days, I really don’t remember a thing.”

Hearing this, Lan WangJi’s eyes widened slightly.

Wei WuXian abruptly clutched Lan WangJi’s shoulders and continued, “But! But starting from now, everything you say to me, everything you do to me, I’ll remember them all, I’ll never forget a thing!”

“……”

Wei WuXian said, “You’re wonderful. I really like you.”  

“……”

“Or rather, I should say, I fancy you, love you, want you, can’t be without you, whatever you want it to be.”

“……”

“I want to spend the rest of my life night hunting with you.”

“……”

Wei WuXian pressed three fingers into the air—one for the Heaven, one for the earth, one for his heart. “And I want to sleep with you everyday. I swear to you that it’s not a spur of the moment thing and it’s not me teasing or playing with you. It’s not out of gratitude either. Basically it’s not for any other bullshit reason apart from the fact that I just really like you, so much so that I want to get into bed with you. I don’t want anyone else except you. It has to be you, no one else will do. You can do anything you want to me—whatever and however you want, and I’ll be happy—as long as you are willing to do it with me……”

[silentstephi]

It's so nice to see that folks are still here. I'm having a tough time getting into Veilguard, I want to, badly, but I'm just not clicking with it yet.

Otherwise I'd be posting here more.

Just nice to see my mutuals when I do randomly reblog something.

Heeeeeart

[despair-to-future-arcs]

let’s see the others

*As then moments later, Nagi opens the door*

Alright everyone, Nekomaru is now up but remember that he's still recovering from surgery.

Nekomaru...? Is everything okay, how are you feeling.

Hahahaaaa, you kidding I feel great and while my chest still stings a bit, I'm doing great!

Still... I can't shout as much, given I just got heart surgery... Sorry everyone...

It's okay, at least you seem okay from the looks of it so-.

COACH NEKOMARU! OH MY GOD, YOUR OKAAAAAY!!!

*Akane moves her wheelchair in and rushes over to Nekomaru pass Mahiru* Wh-Whoa!

Wh-Whoa, hey Akane good to see you too!

You...do you realize how damn worried I was! I mean seriously, I had to wait until after your heart surgery to talk with you!

Well sorry but as say, my health has gotta take some priority but still...

*Pats Akane on the head* Still Akane, happy to see you doing okay as well! Man, does it feel great being alive now!

Damnit...your smiling like this you got me so damn worry...

Nekomaru, oh thank god your okaaaaaaay! I miss yoooooou!

Huh? You... seem a lot more emotional, I wasn't expecting that at all...

Anyway, I remember that Hajime and someone else help with my surgery, can I see them?

Ah certainly, hey you 2 - I think your needed.

*As then Hajime and Kyoji walk in*

Hey Nekomaru, good to see you up and about - how's the new heart treating you?

Well... my chest hurts a lot and I need a lot of rest, still didn't expect your talent to be something medic-related so did you create this heart then?

Thank you, it's good that your back with us now but I didn't create your heart, it was Dr. Nakamura over here.

Yes if curious, I was the one that grafted your heart and created you a new one, it took sometime but we were able to make it.

Wait you mean... your the one that created me a new heart?

Well yes I did, but when I heard that your heart defect was heredity from your dad side of the family, I decided to work on this and make you a new one so you don't need to-.

GAH! *As then Kyoji was pulled into a hug by Nekomaru*

THAAAAAAAANK YOOOOOOU, YOU... YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW LONG ME AND MY MA HAVE BEEN SEARCHING FOR A NEW HEART! I THOUGHT I WAS GONNA DIE BUT YOU GAVE ME A NEW HEEEEEART!!!!

U-Um, yes that's great and I'm happy to help but you just got surgery and you should rest!

Yeah Nekomaru, chill out - you don't want to get another heart attack, do ya?!

*let's go* So-Sorry about that, just... I always figure I wouldn't get a new heart and accepted this as fact but still, thank you so much for helping me...re-really...thank you...

Ye-Yes... I'm happy to hear that, just remember to take it easy and try to get plenty of bed rest.

Yeah but still, good to see you back man, seriously...

[kimtaegis]

https://x.com/loftpjmin/status/1875509126270480441?t=uxIgqWjVp95c3x7ouaOeNw&s=19

I don't know what is more special here, if it's how sweet jimin is, or how taehyung and jimin smile so beautifully because of him, or the heartbreaking beginning of outro: tear playing 😭

I love this moment so much 🥺 jimin’s happiness is so contagious, just look at those fond smiles from taekook 😭🤍 my heeeeeart I miss my mimi :(

[hopeaterart]

Actually, thinking about that…remember that one ask with the scenario where the turtles learn of Usagi’s prior crush on Tomoe and Leo is completely crushed because surprise incompatible orientation (or so everyone thinks)?

Well…I had a mental image where Leo is still pretty despondent over that, and Splinter (who has likely dealt with this sort of thing before) sits with him and offers—genuinely good—reassurance and advice. ;-; and my heeeeeart (he might not be their dad in this universe but he still cares for the turtles)

Aeough you're so right.....

[isbuckybarnesokay]

just wanted to say I loved your headcanon about steve not realizing when he was cold! and to thank you for it! bc it's been helping me this week. I sometimes get like that to an extent when I’m stressed and later question why I didn’t just take the 2 seconds to get a sweater or close a window. but now this story has been popping into my head when I’m realizing I’m cold and it reminds me to take care of myself more. funny that a short little story is what’s helped it stick for me lol so thanks!!!

anon!!! i'm going to cry, goodness me <33 thank you so much for this. i am so glad that my little HC has brought some good into your life. sending you the biggest hug <33

[bonvoyagenoona]

Yoongi seems really special to the Kims (as he should). Can someone elaborate on how special he is to the family including Namjoon how he is different than friends you've had in the past?

Yoongi: we really don't have to---

Jin: Yoongi is special to us because he's kind, and funny, and smart, and sweet, and fine as fuck---

Yoongi: oh god

Jin: And he always has an interesting take on things, always willing to reassure you when you're feeling down.

Yoongi: i really was just looking forward to a regular dinner

Taehyung: He's also suuuuuper fun to wind up, like my other hyungs are. I treat him like one, and he treats our parents like they're his parents. Because they are.

Mr. Kim: (grinning) Proud to be.

Mrs. Kim: (smoothing his hair, smiling) Gotta look out for all of our boys.

Yoongi: (beaming, leaning into Mrs. Kim's touch) you do feed me well and invite me to things and that's nice

Namjoon: (holding up his wine glass, using his spoon to clink the stem) Yoongles, my love---

The others hold up their glasses.

Yoongi: please don't do this

Taehyung reaches over and forces Yoongi to raise his glass.

Namjoon: ---you welcomed me back to town all those years ago, when I first started teaching at the school. And to this day, you are the only one who really talks to me at work for some reason.

Yoongi: Everybody else is waiting for their turn in the Mrs. Kim mapping system or program or whatever it is.

Namjoon: But it's not just at this school, or for this job. You're really one of the only few real friends that I've ever had outside of my family. You've been there when I've been really down or sick. You really listen to me talk about what I'm thinking and feeling, and you aren't afraid to speak your mind about things, even when we might have a conversational clash. I really value that.

Yoongi: (feeling genuine emotion, very touched by Namjoon's words)

Namjoon: We talk all the time about how hard it is with your family being on the other side of the country and all. How much you love your work, and how that's constantly at odds with how much you miss your family. I've been there. I've been far away from my family, and it's so hard. No one was there for me then, but I'd like to think that if we happened to be in the same place back then too, we would've banded together like we do here. (smiles) I just hope that for however long this job works for you, that we continue to be your home away from home.

Yoongi: (clearing his throat, gathering his emotions up before speaking, only when he knows for sure he'll be able to say it as neutrally as possible) (keeps his glass up, without Tae's help) (takes another moment to think) (everyone is on the edge of their seat but also fondly watching him in this quiet moment) What is it that you say? To best friends and brothers?

Namjoon beams excitedly. He holds up his glass even higher, and everyone follows.

Namjoon: To best friends and brothers!

Everyone: To best friends and brothers!

Yoongi smiles and lets Mrs. Kim give him another serving on his plate.

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