#one is them being the law guys™ & the other is them being defended by the actual law guys™

[starfall-calamity]

Combining my interests & am finally starting to make my HMS Ace Attorney AU [feat. tfem mind because I can]

Whole is also in this au but I am hella tired atm & don't wanna draw him rn cos he'll take more effort for no reason whatsoever [ He's totally fine dw :} ]

[kiss-inthekitchen]

let the devil out | m.m

summary (which is just a paragraph i had to cut but i really liked it): Okay, so your loving boyfriend who can’t see and also defends and upholds the law for a living is beating people up in the dead of night. That’s fine, right? You know Matt, you know there has to be a reason for his actions. The man was so tortured over his own morality, there’s no way he was beating on innocent people as a stress reliever. And beating on them with such skill…

wc: 2.6k (my longest yeah boy ever)

warnings: canon level violence, the criminals are tr*ffickers but its only mentioned, everybody’s emotions being all over the place and then settling on Horny, smut, Matt having realizations™, reader being kinda fucked up n nasty

“Alright, love, it’s been so good seeing you, but seriously, I have got to get home!” your friend Jess exclaims for what is probably the third time tonight. The two of you didn’t get to catch up very often, so when you did you ended up talking for hours. You’d closed out your tab over an hour ago and had been attempting to say goodbye ever since.

“Shit, how is it after midnight already?” you say after checking your phone, sighing internally. You’d been toying with the idea of stopping by Matt’s place since it was on your way home, but it was too late now. Matt should be asleep by now, and if he wasn’t, your presence would definitely only keep him up longer.

“We ask that same question every time,” Jess laughs, grabbing her purse.

The two of you head for the door, hugging one last time before you take off in opposite directions. You pull your jacket tighter around you, the chill outside confronting you all at once. The walk back to your apartment wasn’t too long, just a couple blocks away from the bar, and you pick up the pace a bit, thinking how Matt would probably– scratch that, definitely– scold you for walking home alone at this hour.

You slow down as you approach the alley you usually take as a shortcut, hearing what sounds like a fight taking place further down. Probably just some drunk idiots, you figure. Ugh, now you’d have to walk the long way home. You step into the alley just barely, peeking around the corner to see what was going on.

But the scene you come upon is anything but a drunken brawl. There’s a van stopped in the middle of the alley, it’s doors open, and a whole group of guys going full force at each other. No, this isn’t a drunken fight. This looks dangerous. You freeze, trying to make sense of what you’re witnessing.

As you look on, you realize the men aren’t actually fighting each other, but three of them are going after one man– a masked man. You almost scoff. Only in Hell’s Kitchen. Then your gaze lands on the body of another man, lying unconscious on the ground.

You’ve seen enough. You’re about to fast-walk it across the street like you’ve never fast-walked before, when the man in the mask knocks a second guy to the ground, turning to face the remaining two, and something about the way he moves is suddenly so familiar to you…

Your feet start carrying you forward before you can think to stop them. You’re about twenty feet away from the fight now, the masked man only becoming more familiar the closer you get to him. Yeah, you definitely know this man. You know him well.

Matt punches one of the criminals in the face, kicking the second guy’s legs out from under him immediately after. They both fall to the ground with a groan, already trying to get back up. It’s then, during those few seconds of reprieve, that he registers a sound that absolutely should not be there. He cocks his head to the side, confirming it. It’s those shoes you have with the little wedge heel, the ones that make such a satisfying sound against the floor of his apartment. His head snaps toward you then, and you freeze. Now that he’s aware of you, he can hear your heart rate pick up exponentially. Shit.

You’re standing completely still a few feet away from the masked man who is definitely your boyfriend. Your blind, lawyer boyfriend. And he definitely noticed you.

As the two of you are having this moment, suspended in time for what is only actually a few seconds, one of the criminals has risen to his feet again, lunging at Matt with an attack that he only barely manages to dodge.

Matt shakes himself free of the shock of seeing you. He’d deal with that in a minute. All that matters now is ending this fight, because the fact of the matter is you are here, and he can’t let you get hurt.

If either of the men noticed you standing there, they don’t even get the chance to acknowledge your presence. Matt immediately kicks his attacker in the stomach, sending his body into the side of the van. The metal dents with the impact, his body crumpling to the floor. He doesn’t get up this time. The other guy doesn’t get off so easily; Matt grabs him by his collar, slamming him into the ground and throwing punch after punch to his face until he passes out. Matt rises to his feet, stumbling back and heaving for breath before he turns to face you again.

Part of you wants to scream at him, and another part of you wants to go to him, but they’re both drowned out by the part of you that needs him to confirm it. Even though you already know. You take a few steps closer to him, keeping your arms crossed tightly to resist the urge to reach out and hold his face in your hands.

“Matt?” you whisper.

Matt's shoulders drop. He’d been holding his breath, hoping that somehow this wasn’t happening, that you hadn’t actually recognized him. And the way you whispered his name… his thoughts go into overdrive. He can hear your heart hammering away behind your folded arms, and fuck, you must be scared of him. Or are you mad at him? Probably both. He deserves both. Maybe you wouldn’t want to be with him anymore. Oh, he didn’t even want to think about that. He just needs time to explain. And he should really get you out of this alley, for your safety.

He steps over one of the criminal’s unconscious forms, stopping right in front of you. “Sweetheart, I… W-what are you doing here?” he stammers. “I’m so sorry, you shouldn’t have had to see any of that, I–”

“God, Matt, shut up,” your breathy voice cuts off his rambling, and he barely has time to be confused before you throw yourself at him, your arms going around his neck as you crush your lips to his.

Oh. Oh. Yeah, he’d misread that situation big time. For a hot second, he’s too shocked to do anything, and then he’s kissing you back, pulling your body even further into his, gasping when you bite down on his bruised bottom lip.

And then he hears sirens.

“We should get you back to my place.”

“Fuck yeah we should.”

“Jesus, not for that,” he laughs on an exhale. “The cops are coming.”

“Oh, yeah, right.” You let Matt lead you back through the alley. Somewhere in the back of your mind you register that it was weird for him to be leading you, but it was also fucking weird for him to be effortlessly dodging punches that he couldn’t even see. “I guess the law does frown upon vigilante justice. Wait, doesn’t this go against your moral code as a lawyer? Or something?”

You’re about to turn the corner to get back on the sidewalk, Matt reaching up to remove his mask as he answers. “Sometimes, you have to do things outside the law,” his voice comes out deeper than usual, a steely determination to it that makes you shiver.

Matt can feel the way you’ve reacted to him, but you voice it anyway. “Okay, I think I might be mad at you, and this whole thing is definitely insane, but also, that was so hot.”

“You know, I think you might actually be the one with more explaining to do,” he huffs, smiling despite himself.

“Oh, no, you still have all the explaining to do, and you’re definitely getting yelled at. Later,” you finish pointedly.

“How did you know it was me?” he asks, in lieu of responding to your statement. He’s still trying to process the fact that you’ve found out about him. He knows he should be worried, he’s really trying to be concerned, but it’s hard when you’re overwhelming all of his senses with how badly you want him. Every coherent thought he manages is an accomplishment at this point.

“I’m your girlfriend, you idiot. The entire bottom half of your face is visible. And anyway, I would’ve been able to tell from the shape of your ass alone,” you hiss, speaking in a hushed tone even though the street is all but deserted.

“Oh,” he breathes.

“Yeah, oh. You think I don’t know your mannerisms by now? Even though I’ve never seen you move like that before…” you trail off, shaking your head slightly to get back to your point. “I mean honestly, Matt, you think I wouldn’t recognize you from your mouth alone? I think I know your lips from anyone else’s, considering–”

“Okay, point taken,” he cuts you off, bringing you to a stop outside his apartment building doors.

You turn to him, looking him fully in the face for the first time since you left the alley. “How in the hell did you do all that?”

“Can we talk about it upstairs, please?” Matt urges, ushering you inside.

He starts up the stairs ahead of you, and it dawns on you that he didn't even bring the cane with him. He’s never needed you to guide him anywhere. All those times he held onto your arm when you were walking together, the times you described other people’s reactions to him, he didn’t actually need any of it.

“You know what? Don’t even tell me yet. I’m just gonna start yelling now, and you’re just gonna listen and not say anything,” you start as Matt’s unlocking his front door.

This was more along the lines of what Matt expected.

“I mean, were you ever going to tell me?!” you exclaim. He opens his mouth to answer, but you don’t let him. “Do not start.”

He closes his mouth again, walking over to the couch. He sinks heavily into the cushions, momentarily distracting you from your rant.

“And the– hold on, are you hurt?” you ask, concern lacing your tone.

“Just a few bruises,” he rasps, resting his head against the back of the couch to prepare for the rest of your onslaught.

“Oh, good, I can keep going then,” your tone is biting, but you’re genuinely glad he’s not worse off. “Oh! And you’re a liar! You’ve never run into a door, have you? Or fallen down the stairs. You don’t even need the cane, you don’t even need me, you are such a faker, Matthew!” your voice wavers a bit, the hurt you feel breaking through your anger.

“First of all, I do need you. But, you’re right, not in that way. I want you to know that I never took that for granted. You put a lot of effort into accommodating me, that’s one of the things that drew me to you initially. You’re a truly kind person. It’s one of my favorite things about you.”

Oh, come on. How are you supposed to keep yelling at this man now? “I’m pretty sure I told you not to talk,” you reminded, your resolve cracking.

“Sorry,” he says, lips quirking up the slightest bit.

But it’s too late. The fight has gone out of you, you’re not even mad so much as you are worked up, the adrenaline still coursing through you. “I mean, when I first saw you absolutely pummeling those guys… you’re so graceful, and strong…

Matt scoffs at the word ‘graceful.’ That’s something he’s never considered himself to be.

“Who were they? Those guys you beat up?”

“Traffickers.”

“Like human traffickers?”

“Like human traffickers, yeah.”

“So you beat a bunch of human traffickers half to death.”

“I did, yeah.”

“Okay,” you say mostly to yourself, what’s left of your frustration with Matt dissipating for the time being. All that’s left now is the feeling you had when you first realized it was him in that alley. “Okay, yeah. I’m done yelling now.”

“You are?” he asks, surprise evident in his voice.

“Yeah. Cause my boyfriend just beat the ever loving shit out of a bunch of lowlifes, so I think the yelling can wait.” You finally join Matt on the couch, straddling him and winding your fingers into his hair, your lips almost meeting his.

Matt practically sighs with relief. He’s been keeping it in check since you kissed him, trying to give you the space to work through it all, but something in him had cracked open since that moment in the alley. He knows why he has to be Daredevil, he’d made peace with it a long time ago, but when you accepted that part of him so readily, so enthusiastically… it made him realize that he’d been scared. Scared that if someone truly knew him, they couldn’t still want him. He’d never even known that fear was there until you quelled it.

And now that you’ve given in to the feelings he’s been sensing in the background this entire time, now that he doesn’t have to keep his composure anymore, now he can feel everything. The desire radiating off you, the warmth of your body, the heavy thump of your heart that he now knows is definitely not caused by fear... It’s almost too much, and entirely not enough.

He leans into you on instinct, trying to close the distance between you, but you stay just out of reach.

“First,” you breathe, your mouth inches away from his, “I’m gonna fuck you, and then you’re gonna explain everything to me, and then you’re gonna start on making it up to me. Sound good?”

He hums an “mmhm” and it’s all you need to hear, finally meeting his lips with yours. He moans into the kiss, his hands going to your waist, pulling you as close to him as you can possibly get. You bite down on his lip again and he groans, moving one hand to your hip, rolling your hips over his hard cock and making you gasp into his mouth.

“Fuck, want you so bad. Been wanting you. The walk home was torture, could feel how turned on you were the whole time.” He’s still guiding your hips, breathing heavily below you.

You inhale sharply at his confession. “You can feel that?”

The smirk on his lips is so cocky you almost don’t want to hear the answer. “I can hear your heartbeat. Could feel your skin heating up every time you looked at me,” he huffs out, moving his lips to your neck, sucking in a way that was definitely going to leave a mark. “Fuck, I can smell you soaking through those pretty panties you have on right now.”.

“Oh fuck, that’s so hot,” you gasp.

You can feel his smirk against your neck. “I think you might be the weirdest girlfriend I’ve ever had,” he pants.

“And?” you challenge.

“And I fucking love it,” he finishes, making you giggle as he lifts you up from the couch, carrying you into his bedroom. “And I’m gonna make it up to you over, and over, and over. Til you won’t be able to walk. And then maybe one more time, for good measure.”

Matt puts you down on his bed, and you’re about to reach for his shirt to pull him back down to you when he stops you.

“And maybe after all that, we can talk about the fact that you walked towards a fight tonight instead of running away from it.”

Oh, shit. “Sorry?” you try, shrugging your shoulders a little.

He smiles wickedly at you. “Oh, you will be.”

[mac-darf]

I'm gonna make some complaints about how Book of Boba Fett kinda sorta seriously failed at storytelling. So if you're one of those fans that never complain about Star Wars until you see criticisms and then complain about them, pls don't. I real wanna have a genuine conversation about why this show isn't good and why Man do season 3 won't be great based on it.

Review time

Book of Boba Fett fails it's main character, and it's not really the fault of the show but it entirely is. Boba Fett is really weird, he has a few different personalities depending on who's writing him and what era it's in. In the original trilogy, he's just Some Guy™. He stood around, and the one action scene he was in he failed so spectacularly he fell into a whole of death because he was that incompetent. He had no personality other than looking cool and being stoic, and mildly clumsy.

Then there's the EU novels/books/short stories from this time that make Boba out to be a corrupt version of a law man. One who truly believes, that while the Empire isn't great, they're the bosses and they can do whatever they want. He believed Han Solo to be a criminal of the worst offense and wished to take him in. A sort of perverted, fascist version of a heroic sheriff (ik an evil cop so difficult to imagine).

Then in the prequels and (mostly) TCW he's written to be a more sympathetic, tragic character. He grew up on Kamino, surrounded by Kaminoian's who would disregard him as property and his father who was training him to be a killer. And that was she's like for around 13 years. Until his dad was murdered right in front of him. Then, he gets involved with his Dads old friends, a buncha violent sociopaths who offer him help to get revenge. He accepts but learns over time that this life of violence isn't something he's made for, at least not at this age. Then he goes to prison and becomes a hardhead. He and Bossk have a close friendship, to the point where they defend one another in a prison riot, and Boba has enough pull to make deals with one of the galaxies best killers. In the months/year he spent in prison he's grown to be respected by a large group of murderers, and it can be guessed why since we're not told or shown. Then he escapes, and starts his own group of bounty hunters that he leads (despite still being a child). He kills people, he doesn't really care about anyone but himself, he's violent, he'll gladly transfer a slave as long as he's getting paid. What was once this kid who wanted his father back has now been pushed into being a head cracking child badass who doesn't give a shit about anyone other than himself. Like an evil Hit-Girl.

Then in BoBF/The Mandalorian he's just... A good guy? It's strange. He has a major change in character, even from the blank slate the OT gave us and why is never told to the audience. In fact, we never really learn how his character changed. Instead of giving us a first episode or two that shows Boba growing/changing or presenting his new belief system, the show acts as if we're just supposed to know his beliefs now. Which is confusing, because casual fans will just know him as, "the bad guy from the originals" and hardcore fans will know him as, "corrupt fascist law man/person who had innocence taken away to the point they're a selfish savage monster". These are the only two views of Boba Fett people could have going into this show and despite this they change it to someone entirely new without even going into detail who this new Boba is. I don't mind Boba Fett going good, but I'd like to know why and how good he is? I don't understand why asking for explained character development for Boba from the crew of The Mandalorian is too much.

So we have a main character who we don't know anything about (and what we do know acts contrary to his actions), but surely he's interesting to watch right? Surely his actor, Temuera Morrison, is charismatic and interesting to watch on screen right? Surely yes not the worst actor Star Wars has ever had the misfortune of-- oh now, he is. He lacks any subtly and isn't at all fun in screen. Hell the only fun characters to watch are side characters who have single cameo-esque appearances, characters from another show or Fennec Shand who is criminally underused in this monstrosity.

Then there's the issues in identity? The show stars with Boba living with Tuskens, being held captive and used as a slave. He tries to escape, they brutally beat him and then Boba just... Gives up. He never tries to escape ever again. He, as a slave, has learned his lesson to never question his masters again and doesn't. He even starts to get a form of Stockholm Syndrome for them, believing him to be his family. Why, is never explained. They die early on in the show though, so it makes sense why they're not developed at all, since they have no real larger purpose in the narrative. Only, if they're not important, why have them at all..?

Oh right then the other half if the show is Boba Fett replacing Jabba as a crime lord. Why does he want to do this? Never explained. There's several opportunities for them to explain, particularly when Cad Bane (who's here, for some reason) asks why Boba is doing this. Boba doesn't answer at all and we learn nothing about the motivations of our main fucking character. Because thinking of a reason for why a character is doing something and risking his life to do it is too difficult for the writers. BUT THEN, in the finale, they retcon the deaths of the Tuskens Raiders Boba was enslaved to into being murdered by the shows main antagonists, the Pikes. How does this reveal change Boba's world view? Well before he knew this he wanted the Pikes dead and after learning it he wants them... Dead. Nothing changed. Well, maybe he kills them in a cool way to get even right? Maybe he goes hardcore into murdering them because of how personal it is right? No. Boba doesnt even kill them himself. Fennec does. And she didn't even know the Sandpeople so that reveal meant nothing to her.

Not to mention how for 2.5 episodes the title character was written out of the show. Maybe the writer/producers knew no one liked Boba Fett and were desperately trying to replace him with any other character. Whether it be Mando, Ahsoka, Luke Deepfaker, anyone other than the title character. Well, at least the Mando/Luke/Ahsoka parts are good, right? Well yeah, they kinda are enjoyable. Because they're episodes of a better show with characters that are actually interesting to watch. The sad thing is, you'd only be interested if youre interested in Mandalorian, which a few people aren't. There were members in the audience, surely, who wanted to see a show about Boba Fett. Instead they saw half a show and 2.5 episodes of a different show. And if you were here for the Mandalorian story continuing, they pissed you off too! Because they invalided the entire second season of that show. Remember how getting Grogu to the Jedi was the entire point of the show? Well, he never actually wanted to go there, and he waited until Mando found the single last Jedi in the universe to tell him that. Sort of a dick move from baby Yoda.

Its just bad. This show is embarrassing. I had hope for Star Wars but after how forgettable the Bad Batch was and how mediocre this was, I don't know if i do anymore. Mandalorian season 3 has to be the best Star Wars thing ever, because I think BoBF is my least favorite. Not the worst, but my personal least favorite.