#gonna muse about this with my therapist…

[susansontag]

being somewhat depressed if you live in an advanced capitalist society is likewise just as rational as developing trauma when living in a warzone. not everyone will, at least not to a chronic degree, but it’s hardly disordered

[wordswhisperinthedark]

WB158 I'M HUGGING YOU SO HARD ❤️😭

[tinystepsforward]

got triggered by a friend while at work which is like. rough. and now i'm past the end of my work day but i still have a bunch to do. on the plus side though i did make a cup of tea, sit down and play through some easy baroque piano pieces (ones i know pretty well, from my grade 4-6 exam books as a tween), and let that kick my brain back into being Vaguely Settled. my body's still very much in high alert which is annoying bc this is the most physically triggered i've been in fucking years and it wasn't even. it's weird that it was what set it off basically

[niningtori]

cruel intentions | part two

part one

pairing: choi beomgyu x you

summary: in the wake following the revelation that your boyfriend, beomgyu, only dated you for a bet in order to get his rent paid, you're actually doing pretty well. on beomgyu's end? he can't say the same.

genre: romance, angst, melodrama, fluff

warnings: clichés everywhere

word count: 3.8k

notes: she's here! i fear that this might be super corny and somewhat abrupt but that's fine i think!

beomgyu is not okay. he really, really isn’t. how could anyone expect anything other than that? it’s been a year since he saw you last, but he’s starting to believe that whoever said time heals all wounds was just blowing smoke up his ass. if anything, the longer he’s spent away from you, the worse his heart aches. that’s natural, he supposes, because you’re definitely the one that got away, and the fact that he drove you to leave only twists the knife. he wishes he could go back to the day he agreed to that stupid fucking bet and wring his own neck — maybe that'd talk some sense into his old self. but like you said all that time ago, he can’t. he even wishes he could go back to the first day of freshman year just so he could meet you sooner. that way, he could have been in your life and alleviated some of the stress and pain you always felt. but, and he cannot stress this enough, he can’t.

you may have blocked him on everything he can think of, but that doesn’t stop him from asking about you. luckily, taehyun made good on his intentions to get to know you better before realizing that you were the girl beomgyu had secretly been dating for months. as a good friend, taehyun declared you as totally off-limits, but that didn’t stop your all’s friendship from blossoming. as it is, your friendship with taehyun is only rivaled by your friendship with chaeyoung — a fact that she is all too aware of.

“when are you gonna stop beating around the bush and just get with him already?” she pouts.

“never,” you snort. “i told you, we’re friends and nothing else.”

“i know, i know, but i think he’d be good for you,” she insists.

“you’re only saying that ‘cause you’re worried he’ll replace you as my best friend, which he won’t, by the way,” you tease.

“you caught me,” she says playfully. 

truthfully, your friendship with chaeyoung has only strengthened after graduation. with the help of your therapist and a certain someone whose name you can’t bear to speak these days, you finally grew enough courage to tell her how you’ve felt like you were nothing more than her shadow since you were a preteen. you even told her about all of the times men (and women alike) only talked to you to get to her. to say she was horrified is the understatement of the century. after endless reassurances that you bore no ill will towards her and didn’t fault her for anything, she finally stopped apologizing. now, you two are closer than ever. 

“it’s just… i want to see you happy with someone,” she adds. she doesn’t have to end her sentence with  “again”, since you already know what she means: she wants to see you as happy as you were with beomgyu, again. except, for real this time. not for a bet or for fun.

“it’s okay, chae,” you say with a smile. “i’m happy as i am, i mean it.” and you do. working in your desired career field has helped you tremendously with income, and you’re actually able to provide for yourself and for your family without killing yourself with working overtime. you have so much free time, you're even able to date around a little bit. it never amounts to anything particularly serious, but it’s enough as it is. gone is the permanent storm cloud looming over your head and you’re finally able to breathe for the first time since, well, your relationship with beomgyu.

“i know,” she replies. “i just want my best friend to be even happier; is that so bad?” you roll your eyes good naturedly and she grins. 

“who knows? maybe i’ll meet someone tonight,” you muse, but you don’t really mean it. taehyun, or “tyun” as you affectionately call him, is having a get together at his place. he hinted at bringing some of his single friends, but you don’t expect anything to come of it. while it’s true that with the help of therapy and being completely honest about the nature of your inferiority complex with your best friend has helped boost your confidence, you never expect much from prospective romantic partners. you’ll never say it, but everyone knows it’s because of beomgyu.

“maybe. y’know, soobin is pretty cute,” she says with a nod, taking everything you say way too seriously. 

“yeah. he is.” 

-

while you have been to many, many events taehyun has invited you to, there has always been an unspoken rule that beomgyu would not be there. it seems that taehyun is able to perfectly juggle you two without having you all appear at the same place at the same time. that is, until you arrive at his apartment with a big smile and a 12-pack of beer and see the man who haunts you religiously sitting listlessly on taehyun’s couch. he doesn’t usually care enough to look up from his drink when new arrivals step foot through the door, but for some odd reason, he does when you walk in. it’s almost as if his truly supernatural intuition tells him to. unfortunately for you, his intuition is a pain in your fucking ass. 

when you meet eyes (lock eyes, really) you feel a pit of dread bloom in your stomach, threatening to swallow you whole. still, there’s a light fluttering of your heart that you wish to god you could deny, but it’s there, nonetheless.

you all stay in a deadlock for what feels like a lifetime before taehyun pulls you from it with a smile and hug.

“i’m glad you made it,” he says lightly. 

“of course, tyun,” you smile, successfully pulled out from your daze and back into the real world. it’s okay. you can do this. you’re a different person now that a year has passed. you’re mature enough to be in the same place as beomgyu. what you’re not mature enough for, though, is actually having to speak to him. luckily, you have no plans to do so now (or ever). 

beomgyu thinks… differently. 

when you’re standing in a quiet corner nursing a drink and wondering what the hell you’re still doing here, you almost miss the sound of feet shuffling towards you. your eyes lazily glance up and see beomgyu himself unsurely leaning against the wall next to you. 

“h-hey,” he says softly, cautiously. you look confused for a second, almost like you’re unsure if he’s addressing you, but his eyes look so earnest, there's no way he’s not. 

“hey?” you reply before fussing with your cup and watching the alcohol swirl around, threatening to spill over the rim of your solo cup.

“uh, how… how have you been?” he asks so nervously that it sounds like he’s surprised that you even responded. and he is. if he were you, he wouldn’t give himself the time of day. why would he? he doesn't deserve it.

“good,” you say with a ghost of a genuine smile. if he knew you less, he wouldn’t even be able to catch it. thankfully, he does know you, for better or for worse. his heart sings at the thought that you’re able to smile at him like you did before.

he waits for you to ask him how he is — that’d be the perfect segue into his apology — but you don’t. it’s like you don’t care to know, and any tune his heart was previously singing is strangled in an instant.

well, he supposes that he’s lucky that you’ve even said two words to him (two words in the literal sense that you’ve only actually said two words in total, but that's not the point). he’s even luckier that you actually seem to mean that you’re doing well. taehyun had told him as much, but it’s not nearly as effective as seeing you glowing the way you do with his own eyes. you look normal. you look happy. there was a point in his life where he thought that’s all he wanted, but he realizes he was wrong. he shamelessly wants to be happy, too, and he knows the only way he can do that is if he’s with you.

the air is awkward and heavy for a few minutes, but neither of you make a move to break it until you decide enough is enough. you purse your lips and are about to bid him goodbye so you can get home and ruminate on your very, very brief interaction, but he notices your movement and reaches out to grab your arm before he can stop himself. instinctively, you smack his hand away. not hard at all, more like a swipe than a smack, really, but he recoils as if you’ve just backhanded him.

“s-sorry,” you stammer. “it was just a gut reaction.” 

somehow, that makes him feel even worse. there was a time where his touch soothed you like nothing else, but now all it does is put you on your guard. 

“it’s fine,” he says with a forced smile, and your heart aches. “i was just gonna see if you wanted a ride home. i haven’t drank anything, so i just thought that… maybe…”

“oh, it’s okay,” you politely decline. “chae is going to pick me up.” he flinches at the name and as much as he wishes you couldn’t tell, you definitely do. 

“but i can take you!” he insists a little too desperately. “i just thought, you know, that we could talk or something,” he mumbles. 

“talk? about what?” you ask sharply. you begin feeling like you’re going to lose your temper. why is he making this so hard? it’s starting to piss you off.

“i—”

“if you’re going to apologize to me again, i don't want to hear it,” you sneer. you said you weren't mad at him and that you forgave him, which felt true at the time, but the more you started respecting yourself, the less patience you had for him. as you look at him, looking like he's every part like a victim in this ordeal, you realize that you’re angrier than you previously let on. “you know, i’ve thought more about what you did.” he looks like he’s just been kicked in the stomach, but you don't stop.

“and i’ve thought about what i would do for rent. i thought, ‘well, maybe if i were desperate enough for the money, i could do that, too’, and you know how desperate i was.” his lips tremble because he does know. he knows it all too well. “but i realized i couldn’t, and even if i could, i never would. the shame? the humiliation? i would never put someone through that, and i thought you would never, either, but i was wrong. i was wrong about you and the kind of person you are, or were, or whatever. and i thought, at the very least, you had enough decency to at least leave me the fuck alone, but i guess i was wrong about you again, as always.” you don’t mean for your voice to get so loud, but it does. each syllable is ripping through beomgyu like a punch to his gut, but he can’t find it within himself to defend his actions. all he can do is sit there and take it. 

devastated doesn’t even begin to encapsulate how beomgyu looks and feels, but you don’t really give a shit. you’re absolutely fuming right now, nearly shaking from releasing the anger you’ve felt for months, and he has the nerve to look like the one who’s hurt? what about you? what about how you felt when your boyfriend admitted he only dated you because he needed (more like wanted) the cash?

“babe…” you hear a familiar voice say. chaeyoung. she must be here to pick you up. your attention snaps from her to the rest of the room and you finally register that everyone has gone silent, all their stares directed towards you. embarrassed isn’t even the word. mortified is more like it. you awkwardly clear your throat and take one last scathing glance at beomgyu before grabbing chaeyoung’s arm and storming outside of taehyun’s place.

the ride home is silent — unsettlingly silent — until chaeyoung pipes up after a few minutes of driving.

“why don’t you just talk to him?” chaeyoung asks tentatively.

“what?!” you exclaim, whipping your head around to meet her gaze. 

“it’s just — i mean, i don’t think it would hurt anything if you tried,” she says cautiously, which is very, very much unlike her. 

“why? i thought you, of all people, would understand. you know what he did to me.”

“i’m not defending him, honey,” she coos, as if she’s soothing a child during a tantrum. “i’m always on your side. always.”

“then why are you saying i should hear him out? i thought you hated him!” you don't really know why, but you’re becoming more and more defensive as you speak to her. 

“i did hate him. i just think there’s more to it than that. why don't you talk me through how you’re feeling?” she suggests.

“i… i just don’t understand. i’m not who i used to be — i’m not some spineless doormat who lets people treat me like shit. don’t you think so?” you ask, sounding increasingly unsure about that sentiment to the point where it’s nearly laughable. 

“what does that have to do with hearing somebody out when you clearly want to?” she argues patiently.

“it’s just… it’s just not fair!” you exclaim. “it’s not fair how he used me. i had to try so fucking hard to rebuild myself after him.”

“as much as i love you, you and i both know you weren’t rebuilding yourself; you never had that foundation in the first place, and that’s not your fault, but it’s not beomgyu’s, either. it’s true that he treated you like shit, and you don’t have to forgive him for that, but how you felt about yourself was always so much bigger than him.”

you find yourself recoiling with each point she makes.

you hate how much she makes sense. 

“b-but still, i’m different now,” you argue, more like you’re convincing yourself instead of her. “i won’t let myself fall back into him like that.” 

“don't you trust yourself to make the right decisions? people change — you know that better than anyone. look, i’m not saying you have to or should do anything, but i think it’d be good for you to at least listen to him. you’re not doing yourself any favors by torturing yourself with ‘what if’s’ instead of just, well, talking to him.”

-

you think about it, and think about it, then think about it some more. you wonder what beomgyu could say to change anything he's done before realizing that it's impossible. but maybe chaeyoung's right, maybe he did change. does that matter, though? probably not, but you still find yourself wanting to know what he has to say. maybe you'll find it within yourself to finally let him go.

you unblock his number and, before you can think too much about it, you’re calling him. it doesn’t ring more than once before you hear the line connect.

“h-hello?”

“i’ve thought about it, and i'd like to talk.” 

“s-sure. uh, when?” he stammers.

“whenever.”

“i'll be there in 15,” he hurriedly says, as if wasting a single second will lead you to change your mind.

“okay,” you reply with a soft smile on your face, hanging up shortly thereafter.

12 minutes later, you hear a frantic knocking on your door. you open it to find beomgyu out of breath and looking incredibly disheveled. your lips almost curl up at his sorry state, but they don’t quite make it there.

“hey,” he says between pants.

you don’t respond, but you crack your door open further to let him in. he takes your cue and stands awkwardly in your living room, almost as if he’s afraid to actually touch anything. you don’t miss the way he takes everything in. some of the interior is different, but the bones of it are still the same. he doesn't know why, but the thought relieves him.

“so?” you ask after clearing your throat, effectively breaking the silence. he looks at you confusedly before seeming to remember what he’s doing here.

“r-right. i’m— i mean, i just wanted to explain,” he says meekly. 

“explain what?” 

“explain why i, uh, why i d-d—”

“dated me for a bet?” you finish, and mercifully so, because the words feel like nails when they try to leave his own throat.

“yeah. that,” he says, taking his hand and nervously scratching the back of his neck.

“mm,” you hum.

“i just want you to know that i’m sorry,” he blurts out before he has half a mind to stop himself. he knows it’s the wrong thing to say when he sees impatience flash across your features.

“we’ve established that.”

“oh. right,” he croaks, looking more and more crestfallen and lost by the second. 

“listen, beomgyu,” you sigh. “if you don’t have anything to say, i think you should just l—” 

“i do! i do have something to say!” he exclaims. you still seem agitated, but against all odds, you nod.

“back when heeseung and i, you know, made the b-bet, i knew it was wrong,” he says. “i knew it was wrong, but i still did it. i guess i just saw you as, like, a challenge or something.” you flinch at his words and cross your arms as if your insides will spill out if you don’t. he winces, but continues, anyway.

“but then i got to know you,” he quickly adds. “really know you. and i realized that you’re so much more to me than that. every day i spent with you taught me more about myself, and i didn’t like what i learned; but  i think even just being around you made me into a better person. i don’t know how to ever thank you for that, but i guess it’s worth a shot, so thank you. really.” you can’t help but feel your eyes water. you were that important to him? “and every day, i want to fucking strangle myself when i think about how much i hurt you,” he says, voice cracking at the end of his sentence. you take him all in, finally noticing the fatigue in his gaze, in his entire being. reminiscent of the way you looked nearly a year ago. instead of satisfaction at the thought that he finally knows how you felt, all you can feel is sympathy. you know how it feels to be the kind of tired even sleep can't pacify.

“i want you to know that you are the most important person in my life, a-and even if you don’t forgive me, it’s… well, i understand. but you are not a joke to me, or a challenge, or whatever. i guess i just want to tell you that i meant it when i said that i loved you, and i mean it when i say it now. because i do. i really, really do.” you are silent, trying to scan his eyes for any signs of deception or ill intent, but you can’t find any. his teary eyes and quivering lips tell you that he really means what he says. is that enough, though? can it ever be enough? maybe not, probably not, but as you stare at the tears that threaten to leave his eyes, you decide you’d like to try.

“okay,” you say. 

“o-okay? does that mean—” 

“it means we can try again. as friends. for real this time. but i’m not the same person i was. is that okay?” the tears that were once on the precipice of leaving his waterline have now begun to flow freely. fuck his stupid pride, you can have all of it if you just let him give it to you.

“y-yeah. me neither. i mean, i’m not the same person, either,” he babbles. 

“okay,” you say with a nod, ever-so-graciously wiping his tears with the pads of your thumbs, smile floating on your lips. and he just can’t help himself. 

“can i kiss you?” he asks. 

“that’s not what friends do,” you chastise playfully, “but alright. just this once.” and you’re still as kind and merciful as ever. he lets out a shaky breath.

slowly, he takes his trembling hands and pushes your hair behind your ear before leaning down and planting his lips against yours. you melt into the feeling, just like you always did when he kissed you, and you feel your heart fluttering in your chest. on beomgyu’s part, he feels like he’s in a dream. to be perfectly honest, he’s had many dreams like this since you left, but nothing compares to how sweet his present reality is. 

when he deepens the kiss, you let him. you want to say you’re unsure why, but you know it’s because you don’t want this moment to end. you two stay in each other’s arms for longer than you’d like to admit. who can blame you for it when nothing in your life has felt this right in such a long, long time? 

for beomgyu, when you two finally part, he thinks it wasn’t long enough, at all. but then, no amount of time could really satisfy him, anyway. still, when he looks into your eyes, he can’t help the unconscious pout that adorns his face when he realizes the moment is over. you can’t control the way you let out a soft laugh at it.

-

being friends with you is very, very hard. not because you're hard to be around or because there's anything wrong with you, but because, to beomgyu, you're so easy and comforting to be with. it’s all too familiar to beomgyu and he finds himself slipping into old habits such as holding your hand and tucking your hair behind your ear when you let it fall into your face. surprisingly, you let him do whatever he wants. whether that's because you missed his touch or because you just don’t want him to stop, you don’t care to figure out. when taehyun brings up the unnecessary intimacy between you two, you can’t help but blush and deny anything crooked going on, which beomgyu takes to heart every time.

he’ll wait for you to accept him, though. he’ll always wait. 

and one night when you’re watching cheesy movies on your couch with him and you look down at your intertwined hands, his thumb unconsciously rubbing against your smaller one, you realize you don’t want to deny him. 

“beomgyu?” you whisper, drawing his gaze from the screen.

“yes?” he asks, attention fully on you like a puppy ready to listen to whatever you say.

“you don’t have to wait anymore.”

-

notes pt. 2: yeah sorry if this is the corniest thing u have ever read... my fault!

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[aparticularbandit]

But that's, like, a dream.

Being able to punch out the sexual harassers all at once at the beginning of school and no one gets mad and understands that yeah, that's a thing that happens? Like, yes, the harassment shouldn't happen in the first place, but even if someone tried to stop it, that doesn't make it stop. It just flies further under the radar and keeps happening.

What's happening to Akane is blatant, and she gets to punch everyone. Every day. She gets to hate men, and it's understood that she has a very good reason to hate men because the men in her life kind of suck.

There's something comforting about these men are treating Akane like shit, but she gets to beat them up while also acknowledging that the one guy who doesn't treat her like shit (the doctor) she still likes. That Akane can like men if they're not - gestures-.

...I'm rambling.

tl;dr - Akane punching out her harassers every morning doesn't, I think, exclude her from being an ordinary everywoman. It just takes her ordinary everywoman experiences and throws them into a daily martial art shenanigan that can be comedic instead of. what it is.

I thought I remembered this, and was not looking forward to it. This is, as I recall, the beginning of the marginalization of Akane as a fighter. We’ve spent two chapters hyping up the confrontation between Akane and Kodachi, but a sudden freak accident means Ranma’s going to fight Kodachi instead.

I remember another new Let's watch tumblr pointing that out too and yeah, its completely correct.

Its possible some shonen sexism might be involved, but than again, there's Cologne being super powerful and the most powerful characters in her prior manga, Urusei Yatsura, being women and a very effeminate male crossdresser?

So it might be the shonen main character does everything syndrome, Ranma can turn into a girl so he handles all of Akane's battles for her?

There are also some interesting interviews with Takahashi that might be relevant.

In one discussing Akane, Takahashi said she didn't want to give her too many flashy special moves as she wanted Akane to be an "average, everyday girl".

And when discussing the yet to be introduced in the new anime, Ukyo, the interviewer mentioned Ukyo saying she'd take care of Ranma if he remained weak for the rest of his life.

Takahashi brought up Ukyo's fantasy of her taking care of her weak husband Ranma and him playing with their kids, saying that's the sort of thing that ruins a man's macho pride and said Ranma would definitely walk out of that marriage.

I guess that checks out with a later story where Ranma is super upset when Akane gets stronger than him?

Weird decision to make Akane a martial artist who has to punch out the entire male half of the student body every morning if she wanted her to be an ordinary everywoman.

[anakinstwinklebunny]

DADDY'S BOY..

SAM MONROE stood in the kitchen, nervously shifting his weight from one side to another while his mom handed him the picnic blanket and a small cooler bag. She’d been on his shoulder about bonding time ever since her therapist suggested it. So, now here he was, about to take his almost two-year-old son to the park like some perfect suburban dad.

It felt so... weird.

Yet Sam deep down believed Vinnie deserved everything he never had, and if sitting on a blanket making a fool of himself (in his opinion) was part of it, then so be it.

“Alright, buddy, ready to go?” he sighed, putting all things in his black backpack before throwing it over his shoulder. He looked down to only see his son trying to shove a toy car into the tiny front pocket of his overalls.

Cute.

The toddler looked up with a big grin, his curly hair bouncing when he wobbled towards Sam with his arms outstretched

Sam couldn’t help but laugh, scooping the boy up and pressing a kiss to his chubby cheek. “Alright, let’s go make some memories.." he cringed at his own words "or whatever. Don’t tell anyone I said that, though. I have a reputation.”

To Sam's surprise, the park was quiet. Not like he expected - crowds of people, screaming kids he would wish would shut up. So it all made him feel less weirder and out of place. He spread the blanket under a shady tree. Vinnie plopped down instantly, staring wide-eyed at the little containers of colorful clay Sam pulled out of the bag.

“Look, Vinnie,” Sam said, rolling a ball of clay between his hands. “We’re gonna make... I don’t know, a car? Or maybe a blob. I’m pretty good at blobs.”

Vinnie giggled, clapping his hands as Sam handed him a chunk of the clay. The toddler immediately started squishing it, fingers working it into what could only be described as a lumpy mess. Sam without much thinking let his lip curl into the softness smile while he caught a glimpse of his son’s focused expression.

“Man, you’re really into this, huh?” he mused, leaning back on his hands, trying to keep his black worker boots out of the way. “You’re already better at this than me. Maybe you’ll be some kind of artist when you grow up. Cool galleries, free wine... chicks love that stuff.” He paused, realizing who he was talking to “Not that it matters. You can do whatever you want, Vin. Just... be happy, ya know?”

Vinnie responded by holding up his creation—a misshapen lump that Sam decided to interpret as a dinosaur...or a car, he wasn't sure what to think anymore “Whoa, look at that!” Sam exclaimed, grinning as Vinnie beamed. “That’s, like, way better than my blob.”

They played like that for a while, Vinnie babbling in this weird for Sam language that he LITERALLY tried to write down in dictionary..

Sam made terrible jokes and pretended not to notice the other parents giving him curious and suspicious looks - as if they didn't have their own problems. He obviously wasn’t like them; with their picture-perfect lives and spotless cars, but he’d be damned if he let that stop him from giving Vinnie everything he deserved.

Sam carried Vinnie in his arms - precisely on his hip - as he wandered over to a little food stand that thankfully was near them. “Waffles, huh?” Sam asked, eyeing the menu. “Yeah, that’s a good choice, not gonna lie. Let’s get you the usual, hm? Whipped cream, sprinkles, maybe even some chocolate sauce. You only live once, right?”

Vinnie’s eyes lit up as the waffle was handed to sam, piled high with all the sugary toppings. Sam helped the toddler hold it steady, laughing when a blob of whipped cream immediately ended up on the tip of his nose. They sat back down on the blanket, and Sam carefully wiped Vinnie’s face with a napkin between bites.

“You’re a mess, dude,” voice full of affection. “How do you even get it on your forehead? It’s a skill at this point.”

Vinnie just smiled so sweetly, his cheeks puffed out with being munched food while Sam gently cleaned him up.

“Alright, V,” he leaned back on the blanket and pulled his son on his lap. “You know, for a date, this wasn’t so bad... could be worse, ya know? Like this time when some kid bumped you from the swing.." his brows furrowing at the memory before he muttered more quietly "stupid piece of shit"

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[farfromstrange]

I wrote down my thoughts while watching this time, so you’ll get the full picture toward the end of this post. Before I get into it, I just want to add that you could tell this was episode part of the rewrite and, in my opinion, it felt so much better paced. I have no doubts that episode 9 is gonna make Season 1 go out with a bang next week.

Spoilers for episode 8 of Daredevil: Born Again under the cut.

The ‘this is all going to implode in his face’ moment I’ve been talking about is finally upon us. Hallelujah.

We can see Matt and Heather’s relationship falling apart, and I think what happened with Muse was the catalyst. Not only does he seem cold and detached from the woman he said he loved (She was tied up, cut open, and bled, and if that had been Karen or God forbid, Elektra, he would have been more doting)

If I think back to those domestic scenes they showed between Matt and Elektra in the Defenders, or how soft he was with Karen, this is so fucking far from that and it’s fucking intentional and I love that they really leaned into it this episode.

Also, I can’t get over what she said about Muse and Daredevil. She put them both in the same drawer, which I completely disagree with, but it shows that their views are already so fundamentally different.

Daredevil wasn’t there for himself. Matt came because he figured out it was her, which yes, she doesn’t know, but one of them saved her and one of them tried to kill her. I’m with Matt on this one. She spoke about both of them in rather derogatory ways because she doesn’t understand Daredevil the way the people in Matt’s life do/did, or the way we do. And I don’t think that would be any different if she knew it was Matt. She’d still think that way, I believe.

Adding this after watching: his rash and manic behavior toward the end was met with concern from her, which I get, but my gut is telling me she will not deal well with finding out the truth.

Sure, she’s a therapist, and she views it from a different angle, but even from a psychological angle I don’t really understand the things she said. I’m not a psychologist, but even with what little I know about psychology I can easily differentiate between the different vigilantes and their possible motivations. It might have been her trauma speaking, but I was a little mad at her, and I could tell so was Matt.

Also, he was worried when British Wesley came, and I don’t think it was wrong of him to express that because Fisk, even if you don’t know him, has a reputation, and Heather just shot him down. There is so much tension between them, and none of that is good. It’s just further proof of their dysfunctional relationship, and I honestly thank Marvel for finally making it so obvious.

Matt’s speech about his life feeling fake was a Freudian slip, and we’re seeing it more and more now this episode, and Heather is a part of that, even if he doesn’t want to admit it. He loves her in a way one might love a friend or a situationship, but he’s not in love with her. Definitely not.

Heather doesn’t know both sides of him, and as I said, after what she said I don’t think she’d accept both sides of him without seeing him as a basket case. I don’t think their relationship would survive the implications of Matt being both himself and Daredevil, openly. But to love Matt Murdock is to love all sides of him, as damaged as they are, and he needs the pull between Matt and Daredevil to even exist.

We’ve seen it work before Foggy died, and you can’t take Daredevil from him without it feeling fake, so you have to accept both sides. That’s not something you can compromise on, I fear. Not when those two parts are so intertwined inside him. But that’s what makes him such a complex character, and honestly, as self-centered he can be, and he is, he still cares so deeply. And Daredevil? Definitely not just for his own gain.

Fisk taking Vanessa to see Adam was unexpected but I absolutely loved how she had the choice to set him free but shot him instead. I don’t know if this is part of some elaborate play at power or if we really have the power couple back.

‘We’re babysitting chaos’ Matt who decided to put his faith in the system because he was struggling with his faith in God and he decided, for Foggy, not to put the suit in again is finally admitting that it feels useless. Not enough.

The Matt we see is broken. He’s not the same Matt as in the original show or other Marvel cameos. He couldn’t be. He’s darker now. Even with the suit on, he still feels useless, and now that he’s pulled in all these different directions he is so close to falling apart, and that’s what we’re seeing. He’s desperate.

He’s not himself without Foggy or Karen, and now he’s flailing because he has no one in his life who accepts Daredevil or at least tries to understand. Everyone only really knows that fake version he’s put on, except for Cherry (and Fisk), and he feels trapped.

Matt misses his old life because that was the one that made him even remotely happy, when he could have everything, but then everything was taken from him and now Dex wants to see him (I wrote this before the scene came up), and it’s all just continuing to crash down. He’s everything but okay, but he refuses to deal with it because he’s got his mind set on figuring shit out and fixing it, and that is so Matt Murdock it’s almost painful. I just want to hug him.

‘You’re blowing up your life’ I think, Cherry, he’s blowing up his fake life because he can’t keep doing this and pretend everything’s fine. He always does that. The people who stuck by him are gone now, so he already feels alone. There’s not much more Matt feels he can lose, and Heather obviously doesn’t seem to count for him. Of course, he’s blowing that fake life up now because there’s so much left unsaid and unknown, and he just wants back what he’s lost, but he can’t.

I love how he went back to Hell’s Kitchen and Josie’s, and that she offered him a drink.

We finally FINALLY get some kind of additional information on what happened the night Foggy died. And Matt actually allowing himself to go after that and engage with it?? He allowed himself to think about Foggy, to say his name, and make sense of it. The timer on the bomb that was his Fake Life was running out, and then it exploded. And you know what? The fandom is fucking cheering.

Let’s talk about the whole Dex scene because HELLO? I mean, it’s one thing that he’s finally asking questions, but the way he was berating him? The ‘sweetheart’? Honesty, what did Dex think was gonna happen? Did he think Matt was going to help him out? But fuck, that was so hot. Help.

The way he grabbed his hair? Smashing his face into the table? The ‘fuck you’???

He said fuck you. Oh my God. He said the f-word again. I’m crashing out, help. (This was my live reaction)

“You’re not the only one wearing Chanel no. 5” and his little cackle LMAO

On another note, I understand that Heather’s upset because Matt really is everywhere but present and I’d be pissed too if my boyfriend wasn’t listening to me.

That being said, I’d climb that man like a Christmas tree in that suit. I mean it.

“You’re starting to worry me on a professional level” this shouldn’t be as funny as it is. I mean, if I didn’t know why he’s acting that way I’d probably worry about his sanity too, but that’s who he is, and now that Heather is seeing that version of him she doesn’t know how to deal with it. I called it.

Anyway. The way he grabbed her and pulled her in to dance?? I’m screaming without the s.

Was it Vanessa? Was it Fisk? Was it someone else? I love how we have all these theories who ordered Foggy to get killed but no answers. I NEED TO KNOW! And the fact she told him to calm down has made me a member of the WitPro Theory Club.

Matt took a bullet for Fisk. He did that. This isn’t some alternate universe, and he didn’t take that bullet for Heather, either. But he took that bullet for a man he not even a mere minute ago called a monster. And part of me thinks he did it because one, he didn’t want to give Dex the satisfaction of killing someone else, and two, he has too many unanswered questions. Or he did it for some entirely different reason, but the fact he did it absolutely baffles me in the best way possible.

Matt Murdock jumped in front of Wilson Fisk and took a bullet in the same place Foggy did the night he died, fired from the same man, and he lay there the exact same fucking way, with his heartbeat fading in the background. What the hell are these parallels? Someone sedate me oh my God. What the fuck. WHAT THE FUCK.

Thank God we don’t have to worry about Daredevil dying because it’s literally his show, but my heart did drop into my stomach for a split second because I didn’t anticipate it.

The blue lights for Dex? The red for Matt? Fisk holding a bleeding Matt against his white suit and then Heather proceeding to kneel over him? What the actual fuck. The cinematography this episode was amazing, if I may say so.

Overall, I thank Marvel for making this episode happen because some strings felt a little loose to me ever since the first episode, but they’re tying them up, and they’re building up the storyline for season 2, and they did an incredible job.

They did the best they could with the scraps they were given, and the actors are really knocking it out of the park to make sure every scene feels authentic, especially Vincent and Charlie. I just thought I had to say that again.

WE ARE SO FUCKING BACK! And this time, I really fucking mean it.

Just a reminder that this is just how I interpret the characters, their actions and the storyline overall. Everyone has their own interpretations and I love reading every single one of them. So, if you want to chat (or scream) about the show, I’m here, and I’m ready!

[mmgceramics]

I’m not going to do a real art summary thing this year, mostly because I don’t know how to use photoshop to make it look decent. Instead, I’m just gonna dump some musings on y’all. It got longer than I expected, though, so it’s beneath the cut so I don’t take up too much of your dash space :)

When folks talk about my work, a word I often hear is “deliberate”. I live in central North Carolina, and everyone here is familiar with ceramic folk art, so it certainly makes sense in that regard, but it taps into something else for me.

I have dyspraxia; I was diagnosed as an infant, but it’s still something I struggle with a lot. I, physically, learn slowly. My mind understands the process, but the realization of that process is another thing altogether, and that gap can be vast.

I had a therapist when I was younger who phrased it as “missing the trees for the forest” when I tried to explain how everything was so overwhelming. The idea of taking on a project, in my mind, was (and continues to be, often) to take on the entirety of that project. I don’t know if that’s related to the dyspraxia or some other thing I’ve got floating around up there, but it’s something I wrestle with every time I start something new or just try to get myself out of bed to do so.

My work is very deliberate. I move slowly, carefully, and I overthink everything. My work is deliberate, but there are unstraight lines and sloppy brushstrokes and messy glaze. I like sharpness and contrast, aesthetically and narratively, but I can be clumsy.

Anyways, dyspraxia has been a big part of my year: learning how to accommodate myself and give myself room and time. I’m still working on the whole nonjudgmental stance thing, but I’m proud of a lot of the work I’ve done this year, and I’m looking forward to continuing to improve in the next.

And I promise this was a one off 😁 I typically try to keep my thinking on the inside, so we’ll get back to pictures soon. Happy New Year!

[venemousblade]

[That beaming expression gradually gave way to a frustrated one, eyes hardened with a stern irritation.]

... Awfully hypocritical, no?

[Vaguely gesturing towards the other, Venomshank heaved a weary sigh.]

There is nothing to discuss, Icedagger.

[His tone left no room for argument, though any being with half a mind could tell this feather-brained deity was one step away from doing something he'd inevitably regret.]

Hey. Hey, Venomshank!!!

-@here-comes-the-snow

Ah, now that's a familiar face.

Hello to you too Icedagger, how are you faring?? I do hope you're well.

[darthbecky726]

daredevil born again 1x06 spoilers

heres my episode thoughts for ep 6!!

DAREDEVIL DOUBLE FEATURE RAHHHHHH

I didn't realize tonight was two episodes until I went to make my insta story post to let everyone know how annoying j am and j saw that it's two episodes??!?!!!

oh damn that's a gruesome body finding alright

that is some beautiful graffiti damn

matt loves to quote thurgood marshall

FOGGY FLASHBACK RAHHHHHH

this episode is the tipping point for matt, he's gonna let the devil out to play now

HE KISSED THE CARD I LOVE HIM

awwwww he always ends up coming back to it

Matt's Catholicism is so crucial to his character I'm so glad this series is highlighting it

matt this is why you can't date therapists lmao

ooooh matt you're gonna lose her to DD

when his jaw ticks 🔛🔝

he's so good in court but can't defend when it's this close to home

FRANK CASTLE MENTION RAHHHH were def gonna see frank again tonight

how about daredevil lmao saved by the bell for real 

I wonder what the significance is of that apple pin fisk gave Luca. I was kinda locked in on matt and heathers convo but Fisk verbally dancing with Luca was a very good mirror, they're both set off balance by these questions

the kingpin graffiti shots are soooo beautiful

oh that's the guy from the bank!

EWWWW blood mural

I need to learn this bad guys name bc so far I'm just calling him blood eyes in my head

matt has such a soft spot for kids i love him 

Angela is def gonna take up the white tiger mask but oh she's so young

ooooh she's gonna make the devil come out, she's gonna be the trigger that gets him back in that mask

she's gonna do something stupid and get hurt and that's gonna push him back out there

I can't BELIEVE foggy's not here to debate this with matt 😭 😭 

oh detective Kim we meet again

this is a very criminal minds plot im here for it 

Fisk is LOSING IT losing it we love

MUSE that's his name

damn that was brutal

we've seen Matt's bedroom and now Wilson's, what an interesting parallel I'm LOVING THIS SHOW

I love Vanessa soooo much she's so cunning

she's spitting straight facts tho

ooh she's leaving him high and dry to flounder out there it's alllll a part of her plan

oooh he's getting bigger already

cherrys got bad news oh no

how is this the first Matt's hearing about muse??

cherry knows better, he knows matt can't let this go it's too big 

ooooh Vanessa is playing it sooo well

the way Daniel can't even look at the pictures of what muse did

the bb report is so good as a narrative tool

Fisk putting together his little suicide squad lmao

this is a lot of build up, the fights better be worth it

the episode title being excessive force is so telling to his little group, that's exactly what Fisk is leading the city with, excessive force is his MO

not the anti vigilante shit again 

OH NO ANGELA GET OUT OF THERE BABY 

ooh Matt's doing research

not angelas mom calling matt 😭 

I knew it she's gonna be the one to get him back out there

he can't even call 911

HE SAID FUCK IT YESSSSS LETS GOOOOOO

and he threw the horn piece on foggy's funeral bulletin 😭

that cgi parkour still isn't great but I'm warming up to it

OH NO HE ALREADY HAS HER 

is she already gone?? or just unconscious please

his costume is soooo sickening

actually this whole schtick is sickening, it's reminding me of a MGG directed ep of criminal minds 

oh she's gonna be Matt's ticking clock

or she's already dead 

Fisk and his dungeon istg

ooh with the axe this is gonna be the return of brutal kingpin

and just like that, Fisk and Matt's narrative parallels are working overtime again, as Fisk descends into the darkness and Matt is falling back into the mask

“we're locked together, our experience shared” he's talking to Adam but his words are for matt

oh that threw me off, are they gonna fight??

here comes my mans!!

he's soooo fast

oh angelas still alive??

Fisk and Adam juxtaposed with matt and Muse jz sooooo good

MATT SCREAMING

OH MY FUCKING GOD THIS SHOW

MATT 😭😭

oh he got her back!! oh what is this show doing to me

the fucking parallels?? the fight scenes?!?! i literally cannot this show is everything to me i can't believe i didn't know it was a double feature tonight but i feel better bc my bestie whos also watching didn't know either and i got to be the one to tell him since hes working late tonight lmao

[electricalhuzzah]

What would happen if bill cut his hair?

CAN he cut his hair? Is it like a Rapunzel in tangled the series type situation? Is he just not allowed? Would it turn into a bunch of smaller snakes? What if he shaved it? What then?

I’ve thought about this quite a bit and I need to know Eva

oooo this is an interesting one. let’s see if i can answer it and not create new plotholes accidentally. actually,,, lemme answer in the form of a not-fic-canon drabble >:D well, not-canon as far as the story, canon as far as the mechanics.

taking place as a variant of chapter 5 after ford bandages the stupid oyster shucking wound. tl;dr at end. a little bit suggestive. enjoy, or don’t, this is a little fucking stupid

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The ex-deity sat upon the kitchen counter, legs crossed as he swirled his wine. Smiling in good humor, a bandaged cut on his hand, snakes atop his head slithering excitedly as though they, too, were laughing. The light of the sunset came in through the window and hit Bill’s face just right, illuminating his skin and smile a beautiful golden color.

It was then Ford thought to himself, how could something this beautiful possibly be a mistake?

Ford put the oysters into the oven and set an egg timer before moving back over to Bill, leaning on the island opposite the counter where Bill sat.

“You know, if we’re going to keep this a secret, those snakes are gonna give us away quick,” Ford stated. “Earlier today, we got lucky that I’d brushed them out right before Stanley saw us. If we were fighting and those damn snakes looked all happy, we’d be discovered quickly.”

Bill pondered for a moment. “You’re right. And it’s not like I can keep brushing them out all the damn time.”

The scientist tapped his chin thoughtfully. “Is… cutting them an option?”

“Huh. Guess I never thought about it,” Bill shrugged. He reached across the counter to the knife block, pulling out a pair of kitchen scissors which was immediately wrestled away from him.

“You’re not using sharp objects for a while,” Ford grumbled, putting the scissors back in the knife block. “Can’t you just ask your axolotl-therapist-guy anyhow?”

Bill pouted. “Awh, where’s the fun in that?” He hooked his leg around his partner’s knee. “Wouldn’t you rather find out for yourself?”

Ford couldn’t explain exactly why the action, or perhaps the way Bill said his words, made his heart stutter. “My muse, we’ve had enough problems with various parts of you getting cut already. If someone you can access already has the answer, it’d be much easier to—“

The blonde hummed quietly as he touched Ford’s chest, which managed to shut him up quickly. “Wasn’t it Gotthold Lessing who said something like—” He leaned in close to whisper in the scientist’s ear, “—If God were to hold all Truth concealed in his right hand, and in his left only the steady and diligent drive for Truth, albeit with the proviso that I would always and forever err in the process, and to offer me the choice, I would with all humility take the left hand. —?”

Ford refused to explain why that, also, made his heart stutter. “A-Are you trying… to quote philosophers… in order to get me to do something we both know would be stupid?”

Bill gave a little grin as he pulled away from Ford’s ear. “Is it turning you on a little bit?”

“I really don’t wanna answer that.”

The ex-deity handed his partner the kitchen scissors once more. “You can do the honors, smart guy.”

Ford snipped the scissors at thin air experimentally. “Should I just—“

“Yeah, just snip the head off one,” Bill said with a nod.

The scientist cringed at the suggestion. “That feels like decapitation.”

Bill rolled his eye. “They’re not alive, IQ. They’re made of hair. Just snip it!”

“No!” Ford protested. “At least brush them out first, so I don’t have to look in their eyes as I decapitate them!”

The ex-deity obliged, running a hand through his hair until the snakes disbanded into little strands of honey blond hair. “Happy?”

Ford gingerly took a lock of hair between two fingers, and snipped off what must’ve been five inches of Bill’s long hair. To his wonder, the lock appeared to spontaneously grow back at inhuman speeds, all the way to the length it was before he cut it.

“Astounding,” Ford marveled as the snakes began to reform in his very hand. One slithered up the side of Bill’s face to headbutt his forehead disapprovingly.

Just then, a chime rang from Bill’s prism watch. When he checked it, the message wasn’t anything like what he’d seen before.

DON’T DO THAT AGAIN.

“Hm, I suppose that settles it,” Ford conceded.

Bill looked up from the glowing face of his prism-watch. “Where are your clippers?”

Ford blinked with surprise. “Bill, the watch said—“

“Yeah, I know what the watch said, Sixer!” Bill exclaimed. “But goddamnit, I wanna have sex with you, and I do not want your brother to punch me in the face again! And getting rid of these damn telltale snakes is the only way to actually keep us a secret! So unless you have any better ideas, please, tell me— where are your clippers??”

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“For the record, I still think this is a terrible idea,” Ford said, clippers buzzing in his hand.

“Come on!” Bill pleaded. “Worst case scenario, they grow back, and we try fire next.”

“No, worst case scenario is finding out you’re not only bald, but you have a lumpy head,” Ford muttered. “And it would be a shame if I had to break up with you for such a petty reason.”

Not finding the joke nearly as funny as his partner did, Bill flicked Ford’s forehead disapprovingly. “Just start shaving, smart guy.”

Hesitantly, Ford pressed the blade of the clippers to Bill’s hairline and dragged them from the front of his head to the back. He made quick work, like ripping off a band-aid, hoping to get the pain of losing his partner’s gorgeous hair done and over with. When he was done, he turned off the clippers and tried to suppress a grimace at how Bill looked with his new buzz-cut.

“Are they growing back?” Bill asked.

Ford carded through the centimeter-short hair, trying not to grieve the blond locks on the kitchen floor. “Doesn’t look like it.”

“Cool!” Bill replied, running his hands just across the top of his head. Ford withdrew his own hand, biting his tongue as to how much he disliked the new look.

Just as the scientist repressed his complaint, he saw something. The tiniest spark, coming from Bill’s control collar. Another tiny spark, and another.

Then, a not-so-tiny spark. One that made Bill jolt, then convulse, then scream. Ford could do nothing but watch as his partner’s every muscle forcibly contracted at the sudden electrocution. Between each flash of impossibly bright light, another few inches of Bill’s blonde hair grew back.

Only when Bill’s shirt began to smoke did the shocks stop coming. His hair, with newly reformed snakes, had grown back to their original length. Amidst panting and shaky breaths, the two heard another chime from Bill’s prism-watch.

I SAID NOT TO DO THAT. THE THERAPRISM HAS A BUDGET, YOU KNOW.

“Are you alright?” Ford asked, his hands clutching Bill’s shoulders like precious stones.

Bill let out a hiss of pain through his teeth. “Not exactly, ya genius.”

Ford bit the inside of his cheek, wincing at himself. “Sorry. Stupid question.”

“No, that’s… I was the one who…” Bill sighed, burying his head in Ford’s chest. “Y’know, for an all-knowing dream demon, and a genius with twelve PhD’s… we’re pretty stupid.”

The scientist chuckled, laughter running a little rumble down his pillowy chest that inexplicably soothed Bill.

“So, you said something about trying fire next?” Ford ribbed, burying his face in Bill’s newly regrown snake-hair.

Bill groaned at the mockery. “Absolutely not.”

“Oh, absolutely not? But what about Lessing? What about the steady and diligent drive for truth?” Ford teased.

“You’re an ass.”

“I know, why don’t we try acid next!” Ford suggested sarcastically. “Surely that’s a good idea!”

Rolling an eye, Bill placed a peck on Ford’s crackled little lips. “Would it kill you to shut up?”

“It would, actually,” Ford crooned, going soft at the gentle kiss. “Keep kissing me, though, and it might ease the pain of death.”

As much as Bill wanted to give his lover a slow and painful death for being such an obnoxious asshole, he did not. He opted, instead, for the kiss.

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when the haircut so bad they electrocute u :(

^ me but yapping 😎

tl;dr— bill’s snake hair has set length and doesn’t grow beyond that, so no practical needs for haircuts. he is Greatly Discouraged from cutting it (read: electrocution). if it is cut, it magically regrows to its set length. if it’s shaved, ford pitches a fit and it is Greatly Discouraged (read, once again: electrocution).

[countlessrealities]

LITTLE HIATUS WARNING !

[OOC] I'll put the details under the cut for whoever is curious / wants to know more (mind the warnings in the tags!), but what's important is this:

I'll be on an official hiatus FROM TODAY TO AT LEAST MONDAY 24TH.

I might prolong it, depending on how this week goes, but I'm setting this limit for now. I might work on drafts / asks / my muse pages, but I won't interact with the dash or post anything.

I know that people have been waiting on me for ages, and I'm really sorry for being so flakey, but it's just not my best period, I guess. So, I ask you to be patient for a little longer, or you're welcome to unfollow me! I know that some people like more coherent interactions and rn I'm unable to offer that.

Tbh, this has been long overdue. I haven't been peachy for a while, mentally and, even if not as much, physically. Tired, stressed, drained, depressed, you name it.

Yesterday I was in a car accident (no worries, I'm okay, the only victim was my car, which is now at the workshop and will be there for a good while) because I was that tired and my reflexes weren't ready...and that was the kick in the ass I need to tell myself "hey, you need to do something about this situation".

I'd love to take a break from existing in general, but since that's not doable and I can't take a proper break from work either, I'm gonna put everything else in my life on pause. My parents are leaving tomorrow, so I'll be on my own for a week, which means no interpersonal interactions while I'm not at work ('cause you can't be a doctor without interacting with patients and colleagues unfortunately), which will be good...I think.

Then, I might finally make myself get in contact again with my old therapist, because I've been bottling shit up for way too long and now I'm leaking everywhere.

And I really need to rethink and rebuild my life routine, but that's gonna come next, I can't do anything when I'm here, barely standing with no foundations.

Anyway, I'll stop boring you. I'll see you when I get back! Have a good time, folks!

[calliesrph]

QUOTES FROM THE YOUTUBERS RYAN BERGARA AND SHANE MADEJ

CHANGE gendered words and in-universe phrases as needed.

SPECIFY muse for multimuses.

❛ choo choo pickle pie. ❜

❛ You can’t trust the government. ❜

❛ What is it with you and musicals? ❜

❛ What a fucking disaster. ❜

❛ I just don’t like people. ❜

❛ I don’t need to know history; I am history ❜

❛ I’m not trying to scare you, but I’ve got a bad feeling about this. ❜

❛ You certainly look like an idiot. ❜

❛ I will never wear a bow tie! ❜

❛ We support the gays. ❜

❛ Sometimes I get so angry that my body just shuts off. ❜

❛ I don’t have a nervous system; I am a nervous system! ❜

❛ You call it a near death experience; I call it a vibe check from God. ❜

❛ I guess the jig is up, huh? ❜

❛ What if you woke up one day and I was taller than you? ❜

❛ Do you care about me? ❜

❛ It’s okay. It’s not the end of the world. ❜

❛ I think this demon’s a wimp! ❜

❛ This is all bullshit! ❜

❛ Several bad choices have led me to this moment. ❜

❛ Everyone is afraid of something. ❜

❛ You look ridiculous with that cobweb in your hair. ❜

❛ I think you need to learn how to shut the fuck up. ❜

❛ Dead men tell no tales. ❜

❛ It’s moments like this I will never forget. ❜

❛ You know, you really hurt my feelings. ❜

❛ I’m sensing so many ominous presences. ❜

❛ Hey, look, steal from the rich. Do it. ❜

❛ Any extra time with you is a punishment. ❜

❛ Danger is my middle name. ❜

❛ If you’re gonna kill a bunch of people, you might as well have some fun with it. ❜

❛ Don’t jump to conclusions. ❜

❛ God, this is fucking fucked up. ❜

❛ That’s the scariest thing in the world! ❜

❛ We’re meant to be. ❜

❛ You’re smiling. Did something good happen to you? ❜

❛ It costs $400 to see a therapist, but it’s free to just tell yourself “It be like that sometimes.” ❜

❛ Every room you’re in is a panic room. ❜

❛ Has anyone checked the news? ❜

❛ Can I go into work looking like this? No. This is trash. ❜

❛ I found cookies! ❜

❛ I’m starting to think you want to die. ❜

❛ I am stuck here for the foreseeable future. ❜

❛ I feel very welcome here. ❜

❛ You don’t have to pretend like you hate me. ❜

❛ Maybe we should do a little more research next time. ❜

❛ I love the thought of someone getting eaten by crabs. ❜

❛ You deserve an award for putting up with me. ❜

❛ I love spending time with you. ❜

❛ Sometimes it’s fun to do bad things. ❜

❛ You’re the only person I could trust. ❜

❛ I went through some stuff. ❜

❛ I’m having lots of fun here, you know. ❜

❛ The aliens would get tired of me. ❜

❛ Why do you hate joy so much? ❜

❛ Is it still a murder if you give them a heads up? ❜

❛ I feel fear everywhere. ❜

❛ My demons are chasing me and they’re doing the Naruto run. ❜

❛ I like worms. ❜

❛ Your time is up! ❜

❛ I could fall asleep here, honestly. ❜

❛ I thought it was just my mind playing tricks on me . ❜

❛ Oh wow, what another miserable day. ❜

❛ Actually, do you think this place is haunted? ❜

❛ Everyone’s undefeated until they aren’t. ❜

❛ This is gonna be a long day. ❜

❛ I’ve been waiting for this moment. ❜

❛ See, it’s easy to be possessed. ❜

❛ Even for us, this investigation is pretty disturbing. ❜

❛ Friends murder each other all the time. ❜

❛ What a fucking douchebag. ❜

❛ How was I supposed to know there’d be consequences to my actions? ❜

❛ Of course I’m here to judge you! ❜

❛ This is the best night of my life. ❜

❛ Nothing has changed in a decade. ❜

❛ What’s happening? I zoned out for a second. ❜

❛ I think I’m learning something about myself here. ❜

❛ It would be crazy if I died. ❜

❛ Some criminals are fun. ❜

❛ I’m excited to see what you fail at. ❜

❛ Sounds like you’ve got some issues. ❜

❛ Obviously it’s a tragedy but boy oh boy it’s a laugh riot. ❜

❛ What happened still haunts my dreams. ❜

[r3dblccd]

Your Dating Service (pt. 2 bc yes)

Done: Yongsun, Minsung, Navi, Tai, Azazel, Azalia, Ubon, Jum, Jinkyong, Abaddon, Dabi, Nao

Date with Arthit. Date Fee: 25¢ Customer Comments: "I hope my future spouse is just like Arthit! (Male in late 20s)" //then you better raise how much you pay bc only 25¢ is criminal for a gem like Art!!! He would never let this slide if he had control over the generator. Cheapskates everywhere

Date with Toi. Date Fee: $50.39 Customer Comments: "Toi didn't even show up!!! (Male in 50s)" //did Toi even know she had a date, probably not jkfndfjgvf sorry, you have to remind him from time to time and make things very clear and straight forward otherwise he gets distracted with other things

+++ other muses under the cut: Chul, Jakah, Elaine, Stella, Hwayoung, Jin, Kate, Lilith, Mrithun, Oliver, Sable, Soojin, Takumi

Date with Chul. Date Fee: $23.92 Customer Comments: "We had....a good time. (Person in late 50s)"

Date with Jakah. Date Fee: $5000 Customer Comments: "Jakah, will you marry me? (Person in late 20s)" //I'm sorry to break it to you but Jakah could never survive as a rental boyfriend because he would straight up say no. Ruthless honesty. But we totally understand the sentiment. But anyway, support you local bodyguards, they've been having it hard <3

Date with Elaine. Date Fee: $1342.57 Customer Comments: "I want to do...more with Elaine... (Male in late 20s)" //DON'T WE ALL. We need more people investing in art like that holy shit what a fee

Date with Stella. Date Fee: $156 Customer Comments: "A kind, gentle person! I had a good time. (Person in 20s)" //RUN WHILE YOU STILL CAN

Date with Hwayoung. Date Fee: $368.34 Customer Comments: "Please erase my memories with Hwayoung...Please... (Male in 30s)" //fyi she doesn't want to remember you either

Date with Jin. Date Fee: $62 Customer Comments: "I didn't expect them to wear that outfit... (Person in 60s)" //someone didn't listen to his future brother-in-law fashion advice / jk (this gif is both cursed and awfully fitting)

Date with Kate. Date Fee: $50.39 Customer Comments: "I was more than happy to be by their side... (Female in late 20s)"

Date with Lilith. Date Fee: $15 Customer Comments: "The only thing Lilith talked about was anime. (Person in 20s)" //you're lucky she didn't talk about sacrificing men to deities and made you a sacrifice yourself

Date with Sable. Date Fee: $1 Customer Comments: "Sable bought me food and then left immediately.. (Male in late 50s)" //sounds about right. And food is more expensive than the fee too, boi is gonna go bankrupt soon

Date with Mrithun. Date Fee: 25¢ Customer Comments: "This was a mistake. (Female in 30s)" //YALL ARE JUST SCARED OF THE QUET THERAPIST FRIEND OF THE GROUP WHO WILL TRULY TAKE GOOD CARE OF U AND HELP YOU HEAL. YALL ARE JUST SCARED OF TRUE RAW INTIMACY AND GO FOR THE TOXIC ONES

Date with Oliver. Date Fee: $51.37 Customer Comments: "I looked at them once and ran away! (Person in late 20s)" //you're scared his fanbase is gonna come after your ass, aren't you, cowards

Date with Soojin. Date Fee: $4.39 Customer Comments: "I'm never dating again. (Female in 20s)" //PLEASE GIVE HER A CHANCE SHE JUST CAN BE A LITTLE AWKWARD AND CLUMSY AT TIMES

Date with Takumi. Date Fee: 99¢ Customer Comments: "I think… I've fallen in love♡ (Male in late 20s)" //sorry, he's already got a man

[niamh-writes-things]

More phan aus that have been slowly accumulating in my brain. unfortunately i lost a bunch because my phone decided to spontaneously delete them all.

Phil is Dan's therapist, and over the course of many sessions, dan realizes he's in love with him. things get difficult when they figure out it's reciprocated because as his therapist, phil can't have an emotional connection with him, and also phil knows all of dan's trauma and dan can't stop thinking about the fact that he can't hide how broken he is from phil - "so now, i am going to go and tell this man about the fact that i've spent the last 10 years wanting to kill myself, while pretending i'm not deeply in love with him and that i don't want to kiss his on the mouth"

(this one is angsty, tw for bad mental health stuff) dan faints and phil thinks it's just his blood pressure thing. it's only when he tries to catch him and lift him to the couch that he realises just how light dan is, and that he seems far too skinny for it to be healthy. or, phil has a panic about losing dan and the fact that he might never be able to tell dan how much he loves him, and dan has been struggling for a while now.

English teacher phil and french teacher dan, inspired by the fact that i had a dream where phil was my english teacher. i imagine phil being rather eccentric, perhaps mr keating-esque

one where they're in a band and dan faints on stage, or the shenanigans they get upto, and introspection about how amazing it is that they got here, that they're performing on stage infront of thousands of people, and the fans keep theorising about them and taking photos of them making eye contact on stage, and dans the singer and phil plays guitar but he also does backing vocals so they do the thing where they share a mic and its all tense and 'are they gonna kiss rn???'

one is an artist of some kind and the other is their muse, people have been trying to figure out who this mystery man is these amazing photos/paintings/poems/ect. is, i imagine them living somewhere small by the coast or something and just cute stuff happening

dan has a school reunion to go to, and he's anxious as fuck, so phil offers to go with him. despite how worried he is about what people will say, dan agrees. people are probaby really weird about the fact that he's famous and they kind of look a bit shifty about the rumors that they're gay and in love. on a whim dan says 'yeah,he's my boyfriend' (phil is not his bf yet) and they both get a bit panicked because oh god why did he say that?!? but the night ends with dan stepping outside for some air and phil follows him out and they talk and dan gets a bit upset because of how hard it is to be back there due to everything that happened to him, and then it ends with them kissing and leaving early to have their own night in dan's hometown, so he can finally have good memories of the place.

[picked-off-by-barzal]

DDBA 105 & 106 spoilers below the cut!! :)

1. Everyone wave to the remnants of what was once Daredevil Born Again

2. Mr. Marvel!

3. Really good lawyer reference

4. So many rangers references!!!

5. That whole jump at the knee thing almost made me sick but anyway

6. F-foggy.. he said Foggy’s prayer.. he kissed Foggy’s picture.. FOGGY 😩😩

7. I’m sorry but really Matt’s girlfriend writing about vigilantism from a therapists perspective and asking to speak to Daredevil? I actually giggle

8. BLOOD IN THE PAINT

9. I GASPED

10. You’re gonna go far, little Ayala.

11. Feeling very maternal about her

12. I feel as though I should have done a more thorough recap of Hawkeye

13. Muse’s method and brutality’s actually so icky and the way that he fuses it with his art is just.. there’s layers to that onion that I’m yet to peel.

14. How is Matthew going to get this guy

15. … with the help of Frank?

16. 😙😙

17. Bro the crooked cops on the vigilante task force I LOLed

18. Matt literally saying fuck it, the horn on foggys funeral card, the suit, the batons, oh my god

19. I’m hard hype

20. Wilson Fisk in his Patrick Bateman era

21. The switch between heartbeats as Matt and Fisk both reach their peak forms after so much repression

22. Daredevil and Fisks fighting mirroring eachother so closely that if you blind you’ll miss the switch

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24. Wow so Foggy really is Matt’s only tie to his faith at this point.

25. My heart is in two.

26. Y’all this is half reflecting, half live blog and when I thought Angela was a goner.. Whoo-ee

27. Anyway, we’re so back and although I’m drowning in work right now, I’ll meet y’all back here same time next week.