#sorry ive been gone for so long 🥲

[etoiles-astrologypainter]

The what now?

@etoiles-astrologypainter I have been chosen by the cat distribution system.

[telesodalite]

Been thinking about idw1's outliers lately, and how sort of wild the whole concept is from a worldbuilding standpoint, and it struck me that most confirmed outlier abilities tend to be really useful, or flashy, or powerfully dangerous, and few to none tend to be like, really boring, or totally impractical, or even entirely useless? Which, doesn't really make sense when considering the fact that outlier abilities are seemingly random.

Surely not everyone who's born an outlier gets something useful?

And I don't mean like, "good" useful, but any sort of useful, even if that means you can kill people with your voice, or give a power boost by exploding yourself, those are still "useful".

But surely there had to be some with abilities that were totally impractical, or nonbeneficial, or at the very least just insignificant or purely aesthetic and pointless?

[cheolhub]

hahahahahahhaah okay, tldr; im going on a short break (yes, again, i know & im sorry) ive explained under the cut 🫡

ok so this is kinda hard for me to talk abt so i apologize for being vague. i know ive been absent a lot over the past few months and i’m sorry for being so shitty at replying to asks and feedback and to my mutuals in general. i appreciate every single one of you so so much, LIKE more than you’ll ever know. my mental health has been in the drain and i’m kinda battling a lot rn so i just need to step away from tumblr because it’s something that’s kinda adding to my stress.

i WILL be back and i WILL finish the event and if you’re waiting on a reply, i sincerely apologize that it’s taking me so long. ill work on some of my asks while im gone and might queue some up, but i will not be answering any other asks because i just dont have the energy rn 🥲 im so sorry again and i’ll be back as soon as i’m feeling like myself again :)

[httpiastri]

some quick notes from your previous reply (i’m sorry i took so long ive been so busy recently but i finally have time now so):

firstly, i hope i never meet a handball player irl, ever. the fact that you just casually know people above 200cm?? i’m sorry but i’d actually feel like a pest around everyone 😓😓 (plus id get really jealous of heights) and id also be terrified to even stand near anyone close to 200 pls

and omg the fact that the guy who got you into coaching recently passed? i hope you’re doing okay 😓🙏 but if it helps— he may not have known how much he changed your life, but through coaching, you’re basically keeping his legacy alive, yeah? i think it matters, personally, that people are remembered and honoured and you’re kinda doing that through coaching, because you’re kinda solidifying (if that’s the right word for it) the fact that he existed, and he did enough good to change the lives of people for the better, and that his time here on earth wasn’t all in vain because he did good and he brought joy to people like you by leading you to being a coach and that his impact lives on even when he’s gone yk? it’s a form of closure, i think— to know that even if someone is gone now, there are pieces of them scattered behind in little things (in your case, in your daily life as a coach), and that not all is lost, just a little harder to find

also oops the fact that i called them girls even though they’re only a barely a few years younger than me 😭😭

and omg pepe would 100% make me feel comfortable meeting him at a race even if he might be stressed and no way you got to go to races at 8?? you had a chance to be one of those cute kids probably decked out in merch (if no merch was involved you probably got to scream happily at everything and good for you😭😭 because thats exactly how races should be experienced)

finding sponsors can’t be that hard… we could infiltrate the space in various ways im sure (my friend’s mum knows someone who works for Marlboro that gets invited to races bc the company was an EX-sponsor so anything’s possible)

on a rather unrelated note— pepe’s been acting very much like a muse for me recently… whatever that might mean… (might even be nothing honestly sometimes i don’t know what i mean either)

anyway! as always, i hope you have a lovely lovely friday, and weekend, and june (pepe’s month!), and that people are kind to you and that the sky looks beautiful and gorgeous all the time ❤️❤️

- 🪷💗

gosh dont apologize :( esp since you know im bad at answering….. its alright 🥺 just glad to hear from you 🥺🥺

shdjdhd it do be scary to meet really tall people!! when im around the men's team i work with sometimes, i almost get neck pains bcs staring up at them is so hard 😵‍💫 and i have this other job where i have to like sit by the court and do things for the match, and when players come over to talk to me and they literally tower over me???? insane 😶 but yes i too get jealous of heights, esp since in handball it's good for girls to be tall too so everyone around me is always tall asf? ive always been considered to be a tall person in school but at 175cm i am nowadays considered short in the team i currently play in 😐😐😐 so yes i feel u aaa (also several of the girls i coach are my height already and just. pls stop growing, you're scaring me. 🥲)

ALSO OMFG i almost forgot to answer this but i had a thought yesterday.... about my favorite volleyball player being 188cm and i thought "hm that's not very far off from pepe" so of course i have now started thinking about volleyball player!pepe 😶 idk if you enjoy volleyball aaaaaaa but i just thought about his height and his big ass hands that would make hitting the ball easier and just..........

thank you, im doing okay but it's still weird to imagine? because i haven't really had anyone close to me (or even semi-close) pass away so it's a very new experience, being in his neighborhood (very close to where i live) and thinking "oh what if i see him in the shop like that day-" before realizing... but god you put it in such a sweet way, im lowkey teary eyed :( i will continue to do my best to keep his legacy alive and honor him through my coaching!!! he created this thing that became so important to me and for that i will be forever thankful. but yes i agree, it means that he brought more meaning to my life and therefor also the girls i coach, and that's such a beautiful thing. it's life, i guess 😭 so hard but also so sweet...

skdjfhdjjf dont worry, i call them "children" to their faces very often even though some are even 16 😁 but to be fair ive known a lot of them since they were nine so to me they're still babies :(( also you being that young and still so smart is so cool and cute aaa

no because i have imagined meeting pepe MANY times and i really really think he would be so sweet about it. very happy that i recognize him and like "aw hey it's okay! no tears please" when i cry 😭 and i think he also would agree to do a silly pose with me for a photo aksjdhfjkdf 😭 i sadly didn't buy a lot of merch BUT (did i mention this already?? then i will be so insanely embarrassed....) we did get me a kimi lotus cap for obvious reasons 🥺 that i still have to this day actually !!! and ofc we took a pic of me next to the lotus truck 🤭 (also realizing now that i wasn't 8, i was 9 or 10 🤣 well well)

oh! then i think we can pretend to be your friend's mum's friend's kids? so we should also be invited?? or maybe we just need to get a job somewhere that has connections and can invite us..... to be fair my dad wrote to dino beganovic's manager or something about sponsoring him just for funsies (idk how u mean to sponsor someone just for fun tho 😶 he was like "what if i get my company's logo on his car and in return we get to come into the paddock once?..."), but then the manager responded with a full deal and stuff and my dad just got scared 😭 but we should keep looking, i'm sure we can find a good sponsor for us 🥰

aaaaa that's so sweet 🥺 i love that 🥺🥺🥺 if you feel like talking further about it, im all ears 🥰

aw dalring i hope you have an even lovelier lovely friday and week and month and year !!! and yes yes pepe's month, i think it will be very good to us all (esp him!!!!!!!) 🥰 i think that maybe the world listened to your ask because the sunset was so gorgeous tonight 🥺 so thank you for that <3<3

[mitsuyeaah]

mitsuuuu, I’m sorry your work isn’t getting the attention it deserves, you are truly so talented! You are in my top fave fic writers and I always love reading what you write, even if it’s for characters I wouldn’t normally read for🩷🩷 it must suck to put so much effort into something and feel that it wasn’t worth it but just know that you make my day (and probably a lot of other peoples day too) with all that you post ! 🥹🥹 sending you lots of encouragement and virtual hugs 🥰🥰🥰

jay!!! ahh thank you so much for your sweet words, i’m really thankful for you for supporting my works no matter what because thats honestly so rare nowadays 🥹🩷 i’m still squealing over the fact that you went and read all my other works when you were gone for a bit because how precious is that!!!

yeah, i do just get bummed out a bit when i put my whole effort into something and it gets none to few feedbacks/reblogs, it really puts things in perspective and makes me question my capability as a writer 🥲 that’s why ive been staying away from publishing oneshots because i fear all my effort to produce a long fic would just all go to waste.

nonetheless, thank you for being such a wonderful friend!!! i love love you so much and i’m really grateful that we’re moots!! 😙😙😙🩷 lots of love!!

[bkgbkgbkg]

Im crying tysm for the tag omg☹️🫶🫶

3 ships eremika ☹️, bakudeku, lowk kagehina

First ship ever kagehina

I could not let go of it LMAO even after the crazy 2020 obsessive phase people had😞 #WasNeverAPhase

Last song beautiful stranger - laufey

Last movie lala land (i cant stop rewatching it)

Currently reading Tbaw its so good that i havent even rly been looking for anything else with long chapters to read atm

Currently watching jjk im just following along s2 ive gone back to uni recently so ive had no time to watch anything else🥲

Currently consuming nothing😞 last thing i ate tho not too long ago was an apple while i was revising😭

Currently craving pasta ☹️ (i always am) and more tbaw (lowk my obsessions gotten so bad)

9 people i wanna know better

Stop i havent been on tumblr long enough i dont even know 9 people at all i can only tag who im following im so sorry😭😭😭😭

@bloompompom @p00pdev1l @4dtk @xoxxosblog @jhgwgrant @jaegersdevil @sorecupid

Anyone else can reblog and reply tho this was so fun!!!

9 people you would like to get to know better

[cellophaine]

Lingered Affection (Chapter IX)

Chapter I, Chapter II, Chapter III, Chapter IV, Chapter V, Chapter VI, Chapter VII, Chapter VIII

Pairing: Matt Murdock x F!Reader

Word Count: 3495

Series Summary: You thought breaking up with Matt was the right thing to do. For his sake and yours. Life went on as you navigated through it with the lingered love and affection you still had for each other, neither of you could let go.

Chapter Warnings: Stalking situation, accidental cut on hand caused by a knife, some angst, some fluff. Whiplashes like usual.

Author's Note: Not me in my 'hating my writing' era again 🥲. This chapter is so bad I can't even look at myself. So, I'm very sorry for such a terrible, terrible chapter. I might disappear for good after this monstrosity 😭

Any likes, comments, reblogs and feedback are greatly appreciated! :)

Taglist (open): @juniebugg @lov3vivian @chocokaylarobin @allthecurls-misc @janesofia7 @pantaeudaimonia @mysticaltwoface @stanfordscrush <3

*GIF is not mine.

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"Did that hurt?"

You pulled the gauze over the wound on Matt's chest. His stitches did indeed pull, and the stubborn horn head was too up in his emotions to tell you. You would have remained clueless if you didn't see the blood seeping out from the front of his shirt. Horrified and relieved that you were saved from answering his questions, you broke away from his grasp to get the medical kit. Matt grumpily sat down on the couch at your request, and you seized the chance to stop talking. Stop confessing. You knew it would only bring questions you couldn't answer had Matt kept on his interrogation. It wasn't that you didn't trust Matt with your problem; you didn't want to involve him in it.

"No, it didn't. Look, can we go back to the—"

"I think we've talked enough already."

You cut him off sharply, feeling on edge after the unwanted thoughts invaded your mind. You secured the bandage, making sure the white patch stayed in place. Your hands pulled back from the warmth of his skin, but not for long because Matt's own came up to take your wrist, locking your palm on top of the wound. You stayed like that for a moment, feeling the steady rhythm of his deep breathing. Matt held onto your hand as if it could heal the injuries on his body; his thumb made soothing circles over the faint pulses of your wrist. The touch was gentle, coaxing you to let go, to let what was bothering you out in the open air. Matt knew how to make you feel like your problem was small and that you could tell him anything.

You wished it was that simple.

"I'm sorry, but I'm not ready. I will tell you about it, eventually. Just, not now."

His face fell, and you couldn't help but feel remorseful about it. If you could have it your way, Matt would never have to learn about the existence of your parents. And you wanted it to be that way for a while longer.

Matt nodded, a look of acceptance written on his face. If he pushed too hard, you would break. You were far from delicate, Matt knew that, but even the strongest person could crumble underneath pressure if you knew where to push. Everyone had kryptonite. His was you. You shied away from the prying eyes of others to protect yourself, and he would never blame you, since he was guilty of it himself.

Matt wished you could trust him more. He would eagerly beg for scraps of your worries, your problems if that meant he could help you.

The rest of the day slipped through the tips of your fingers quietly, tenderly, and before you knew it, it was well into the night when you asked him if you could borrow his pillow and blanket. The storm was gone, leaving New York frozen in place with snow piled high. Hopefully, that meant no crime should be committed tonight, so Matt and his Catholic guilt could be at peace and stay home for once.

The look on his face was pure puzzlement.

"Why?"

"I'll sleep on the couch so that I won't take up your bed. Also, if you still want to sneak out and have fun in the snow, you'll have to pass by me. And I've been a very light sleeper lately."

Matt's brows furrowed in disapproval.

"There's no need for such extreme measure. You can sleep in my bed."

God knew how much you wanted to do just that. But you couldn't. You couldn't allow yourself to be comfortable in his space when things weren't clear between you.

"You'll need the space. You're injured."

Indulgence wasn't something you could afford, for it would only make it harder for you to leave if Matt asked of that from you. So you settled into your sleeping arrangement, despite his protest. Laying on your side, you watched as the open door of Matt's bedroom disappeared into the darkness of your slumber.

The white harsh light outside pried the sleep from you, slowly waking you up. You rubbed at your eyes, turning in your spot, when you saw Matt reclining on the armchair opposite the couch. His head rested on the top of the backrest, his arm braced on one side, sound asleep. His broad body could barely fit on the chair, much less found comfort in it. You treaded lightly to him, nudging his arm. He slowly came to; his head cocked to one side as if he was assessing you.

"Why are you sleeping out here? That can't be comfortable."

He shrugged sleepily; his unsighted eyes still had evident traces of sleep.

"You refused to use my bed, so I guess we can both be uncomfortable."

You scoffed jokingly.

"I'm about 100% sure it doesn't work like that. It's your home, Matt."

"It's your home, too."

Silence engulfed the air between you once more. Matt thought of his home as something he shared with you. It wasn't only his. It was yours as well. Before things took their course, you felt like this had been your home too. Your imprints laid here, staking your claim in his home. This place was yours as much as it was his, just like your heart.

You couldn't bring yourself to say all of that out loud. So you opted for something else.

"Do you want some French toast?"

Matt went on a call with Foggy after breakfast. Both of you were in the kitchen, like how you used to, making the most out of the little time before you had to part again for the day. But today was an exception. You had nowhere to go, and so did he. New York was still buried underneath all the snow, guaranteed for all activities to cease. Things should be back to normal in the next two or three days, so for the time being, you and Matt were stuck together. Not that you minded, as long as you kept your mouth shut.

You pushed Matt's grey shirt up, exposing his back to you so you could replace the bandages. Foggy's voice was booming from the other end of the line.

"Where have you been? You didn't answer my calls or texts. I thought you were dead, dude. You might as well be if you tell me you went out in the storm because I will strangle you myself."

You smiled at Foggy's loving way of showing concern for Matt. The man sitting before you chuckled lightly, the tiny movement of his body spread to your fingers.

"I'm fine, Foggy. I'm sorry for not replying to your calls. I had a little… mishap, that's all."

Mishap? Unbelievable. It wouldn't be Matt if he didn't downplay the seriousness of his condition to make his friends stop worrying about him. So you pressed on the edge of his wound just a touch harder than necessary. Not enough to tear the cut open, but enough to draw a small grunt from Matt.

The other side quieted before a bombard of questions was dumped onto Matt's head.

"Are you okay? Are you in pain? Do you need me to come over? I'll come over with some food—"

Matt stammered, trying to get a word in between Foggy's flurry of worries.

"No, no, that won't be necessary. Stay home. It's dangerous to go outside right now."

Foggy spoke again; his tone promised a lecture.

"I know that you have some superhero-level sense or whatever, but you're only human. You have limitations, Matt."

Matt ran a hand over his face, as yours ran across his back, tending to every injury.

"I promise I'm fine. You don't have to worry. I have … someone here with me."

That piqued Foggy's interest and curiosity like dangling a treat in front of a demanding cat.

"Who? Do I know them? Wait … did you move on from ... her already?"

Matt was once again at a loss for words. You leaned forward to where he held his phone, decided to release him from this torture.

"Hey, Foggy."

A flush bloomed across Matt's skin, spreading from his neck to the tips of his ears. Foggy gasped out loud, enough for you to hear the sheer shock in his bewilderment.

"Are you guys back together?"

His voice was hopeful, full of excitement. Oh, how you hated to keep talking.

"No, I'm just here to take care of him. After that, I'll leave."

Matt went still underneath the tips of your fingers. Too still.

"Alright. I do feel better with you there with Matt. I'll leave you ... lovebirds be for now."

After saying your goodbyes, Matt hung up. You pulled his shirt down, covering his skin once more.

He turned around; his blank gaze searched for you.

"Were you planning to leave after this whole time?"

You shrugged, keeping your voice airy.

"Yes, that was always the plan. I make sure that you're fine, then I'll let you be."

You paused for a moment with your face down, avoiding Matt's knowing stare.

"Our conversation didn't change anything."

Matt cradled your face in his hand, caressing you tenderly. You felt like you were spoiled with an abundance of physical contact from Matt in the past few days. But, as much as you loved it, you were afraid nothing good would come out of taking too much of a dose after a long time of withdrawal.

"I meant every word I said. And I know how you feel too. Can we stop running from it? From the obvious?"

You confessed to him, hoping to relieve him of the torture of not knowing. You had planned to run again; you had wished Matt would hate you for hurting him, but his love for you only seemed to grow.

"I've hurt you, Matt. I might do it again."

"And I'll let you do that again, and again. If that means you'll give us a second chance."

You shook your head. Matt wanted to give you the world, and in return, you wanted to offer him your absence. The bigger, better picture wasn't what you thought it once was; after you witnessed what entailed on the other side. He would love you until his dying breath, even if you were the person who took that from him. He loved you so, and you were inevitably intertwined; not even God himself could separate you.

You touched your forehead to his; a slight tremble ran down your back.

"You're so stubborn."

"I learned from the best."

You laughed in disbelief, pushing at his shoulder playfully. Mat caught your hand and pressed his lips to the back of it.

That kiss seemed to seal an unspoken promise of a second chance. You slept in his bed that night, woke up to find Matt there with you, your limbs tangled. You fell into an easy, effortless ritual with him as New York gradually recovered from the storm. Matt's wounds were healing at a steady pace. Everything was almost back to normal, which meant Matt would be back on the streets soon enough, for his restlessness worries for Hell's Kitchen. You understood, and you wouldn't stop him.

Two days later, when it was safe to venture outside again, you went out on a much-needed grocery trip since Matt's place was almost barren with food. You asked Matt to stay home since he needed all the healing time he could. With a bag full of groceries and medical supplies, you stepped out of your last stop with a jar of salve tugged in your pocket — a bodega closed to your place — a little hastier than you would like. You made eye contact with a strange man in there who lingered at the chips aisle a few feet from you where you stood, and when he saw you staring at him, he looked away quickly. Too quick. Almost as if he didn't want to be seen.

You quickened your pace, wanting to get home with Matt, curling up against his side to chase away the cold. A different kind of chill ran down your spine as you caught the sight of the man earlier through a convex mirror as you walked by it. Startled by his presence, you stopped in front of the mirror, pretending to fix your scarf and sneaking a glance in the mirror. The man stood a safe distance away, just shied of the mirror's rim, and you sighed in frustration. You walked away from the mirror, taking a different turn since there was a chance of you being followed. You wanted to make sure it wasn't your head making things up. So you led the man on a random trip through Hell's Kitchen, away from your place and Matt's.

It took a good twenty minutes before you stopped in front of a bakery with a gorgeous display. Pretending to be marvelled by the glossy fruit tarts and lush cheesecakes, you got your phone out, pretending to take a photo. You angled your camera in the front-view mode to catch the sight behind you and took a few pictures. A close inspection of the image confirmed your suspicion, and dread filled your stomach. It was the same man from the bodega. Now that you knew you were being followed, you had to cut the unwanted company off your tail.

You had to stay calm. You knew the nooks and alleys of Hell's Kitchen like the back of your hand; you knew which shortcuts to take to reach your desired destination. But Hell's Kitchen was small, and you couldn't risk him finding out about your place or Matt's. The best solution you had was to lead him away from the area. So you picked up your pace again. You took a path to the nearest subway, blending in with the crowded stream of people at rush hour, pouring into the station. You couldn't look back; you didn't want him to figure out that you were aware of his intention. You could only hope that your pursuer was hot on your trail. At least the foot traffic was on your side since the onslaught of people only grew thicker. You weaved your way through them, squeezing past the forest of winter coats and scarfs to get on the train. The inside of the train wasn't any better, with people filled to the brim. But it worked out perfectly for you.

You found a spot to stand, pretending to be on your phone and risked a glance at the man. You saw your pursuer's struggle to keep up with irritated New Yorkers in his way.

Get on the train. Just get on the train. You silently prayed.

He approached the door and got on with difficulty. You prayed; you waited patiently for that moment to come. He got closer, much closer than you would like.

Please, please.

He was only three people away from you now. Fuck, fuck, fuc-

"This is a Queens-bound Q Express train. The next stop …."

That was all you needed to bolt for the closing door, not before you let out a fake, loud and obvious gasp at a false mistake of getting on the wrong train. You slipped out of the door just as it closed behind you, locking the train and your pursuer in it. You walked away, didn't dare look back as you kept the pretense up, hoping the guy didn't know that you caught on with his stalking. The train left the station; only then did you let out a shaky exhale of air, feeling nervous from the chase and made your way home.

You prepared yourself, did your best to calm your frazzled nerves. You knew Matt would have questions if he could sense a sliver of anxiety from you. Wiping the sweat off your palms, you righted yourself before ascending the last flight of stairs to Matt's apartment and letting yourself in.

The light was on, not that Matt needed it, but it was for you. Stepping into the living room, you could see Matt setting the Braille document in his hand down on the table, standing up to greet you with a kiss on your forehead. He pulled back, his face puzzled in mock amusement.

"No objection?"

You scoffed playfully, doing your best to make your voice upbeat and anything but nervous.

"Maybe next time."

You broke away from him and made your way to the kitchen, keeping up the facade.

"You hungry? I'm sorry that took too long. It's crazy out there. And I got something for you."

You watched as Matt effortlessly caught the ointment jar in the air, turning it in his hand.

"Thank you."

He walked up to where you stood, wrapping his arms around you. You sighed deeply, mind still reeling from earlier. You shrugged his arms off gently, jokingly shooing him away.

"Go back to what you were doing. I would like to prepare dinner in peace, please."

"You don't want my assistance? I might be blind, but my cooking isn't bad, you know?"

"I know. I just want you to focus on your cases. I bet you have a lot to catch up with."

"You're right. I'll be right here if you need anything."

He pressed a kiss to your temple before leaving for the couch. You laid out the produces on the counter, getting to work.

You were deep in the thick of it, moving around the kitchen with a distracted mind, as if your body was a shell, making movements when your mind was busy circling the mysterious man before. The even sound of the knife met the cutting board, along with the repeated motions, made it easier for you to slip into a different headspace, one that allowed you to go through every possibility. With your mind elsewhere, the voice of Matt calling out to you was only a faint sound, creeping closer and louder, until his voice became a firm grasp around your hands, forbidding you from moving altogether.

That seemed to bring parts of your conscious back. Your eyes looked down at your hands to see that you had cut yourself. The blood fell freely onto the chopped parsley, garnishing it with speckles of red. Your mind still tried to catch up with everything around you when Matt wrapped a small towel over your hand, picking you up and setting you down onto the chair in the dining area. He was gone and back in a flash, bringing clean gauze and bandage with him.

Matt kneeled before you, his hand carefully examining your cut. You were still out of it when he was done securing the gauze over your hand. You would have agreed blindly to whatever he was saying hadn't your ears caught onto what Matt was saying.

"… staying with me for a few more days so I can keep your eyes on it."

You blinked in confusion.

"Matt, it's just a small cut."

A scowl made an appearance on his face; his worry for you etched a line in his voice.

"And that's a lot of blood. More than it should be."

You blew a disbelief breath through your lips.

"Are you a blood connoisseur or something?'

He cradled your hands in his, carefully avoiding where you cut yourself.

"No, but I've bled enough to know the difference."

You shrugged.

"I just bleed easily, that's all. I don't even need stitches."

"Nevertheless, we should take precautions."

Matt looked ... almost nervous. Guilty. His name on your lips was drawn out; your tone indicated how you caught onto his ultimate scheme.

"Is this a ploy of yours to get me to stay here longer?"

"Objection. That is a false accusation with no evidence to back up."

You chuckled at his lawyerly manner, and that pulled a smile from him.

"But I don't have many clothes here."

"You can wear mine. I don't mind at all."

That night, after crawling under the sheet with Matt in the softest shirt of his that you could find, you sought him out in the dark of the night on your own accord. That action alone was still unfamiliar for you ever since you came back to his life. But, tonight, you needed that contact more than ever. Laying your head onto his shoulder, carefully avoiding his injuries, you nuzzled your cheek onto the warmth of his skin, sighing out loud. Matt pulled you closer by your shoulder, rubbing soothing circles on your back, luring you into a peaceful sleep. You drifted off quickly, leaving Matt laying wide awake, wondering what happened to you on the trip that got you nervous, agitated, and worst of all, scared. He adorned a lingering kiss on your forehead, hoping to guard you safe from that shadow even in your sleep, and vowed to himself: whoever it was; he would make them pay.

[marc-spectorr]

okay okay I knowww we're here to worship our daddy Óscar Isaac Hernández Estrada 🧎🏻‍♀️🧎🏻‍♀️🧎🏻‍♀️ and we'll always keep on doing that, cause that man has me in a chokehold

but i saw you mentioning Music for a Sushi Restaurant in one of your asks and i died, for real. if, on top off all, you're also a Harry fan then i don't make the rules, you have my whole heart and are now my favourite person ever♡♡

sooo can we just take a minute to talk about Harry's new album? cause I'M NOT FEELING FABULOUS😭

this man had the AUDACITY to shatter my POOR LITTLE HEART and just pretend nothing happened to it. no seriously while listening to it i went through all the emotions possible, it's been a week and i can't stop listening to it 

it starts off with such cool, catchy and full of nice vibes songs (i'm not sure what kind of cocaine or similar drugs he has put in those tracks but they sure are addicting)

and THEN BAM, just like that Little Freak and Matilda make their entrance 

dear i- i don't think i can fully express how much i SOB every single time i hear those songs. seriously they just reach the right strings of my soul and hit a little bit too close to home yk. physically i'm fine, emotionally i'm BRUISED, like reeeally bad😫

and then the good vibes keep going, till the very end, with Love of My Life

i'm pretty sure i fell in love with the ending piano melody in that song. is that possible? is it normal? idk it happened and i'm not mad about it 

overall i just am truly, madly, crazy, deeply in love with you this album, that's it, thanks for coming to my TED talk👩🏻‍💼

also I woke up to see you posted a shit ton of 👀yk, very nice late night ✨thirsty✨ asks and I couldn't have started my day in a better way, thank youuu <3

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pLS i’ve been listening to HH on r e p e a t ever since it came out 😭 IN FACT IM LISTENING TO IT RIGHT NOW AS I TYPE HAHAH

but like you’re sooo right !!! the first couple of tracks have me dancing to myself. they’re such a big vibe and they make me feel so happy & upbeat & just ashfjfkkdks

we get to little freak and it shifts my mood to sad and longing (but in a good way ofc!!)

AND OH MY HOD MATILDA. IVE NEVER RELATED TO A SONG SO MUCH I WAS CRYING WHEN I HEARD IT FOR THE FORST TIME.

“you don't have to be sorry for doing it on your own”

the way i violently sobbed at that line like nOPe i can already feEL THE TEARS COMINGG

and then the fact that cinema is right after a fuckifn heartbreaker makes me laugh lmao. i haven’t gotten over my emotions after matilda but here i am boppinnn to the rest of the album in tears 🥲

🧸 anon you just made my whole day and it barely has started :’)))

hehe yus those thirsty asks last night. i shouldn’t be allowed on tumblr after a certain hour bc the filter on my mouth and thots is basically gone at that point hHjahHH

[xalonelydreamerx]

oh no im so sorry to hear that 😭 wish bigots could just be gone esp from that site, there are way too many of them 💀 also, same! i was surprised too that we shared not just one but three ships! i read the book and was obsessed with darklina last year too, but ever since i discovered obkn/vdrwn ive been fixated on them (unfortunately i Cant Write so the au would just be a prompt 🥲) and thank you for the recommendation! it actually has been on my to buy list, but im currently trying to finish ‘deathless’ first😆

ohhh deathless has been in my 'to read' list for a long time. Is it good? 👀 do you like it so far?

These days I've been reading more sw related books tbh. I recently finished Brotherhood by Mike Chen and just started Kenobi by John Jackson Miller.

Basically I'm trying to get all the obikin crumbs I can find 😂

[ao3gingerswag]

Ok, this is kinda stupid but I wanted to write down my Wander Home day dream/head cannon for u💛

So I’ve been imagining that after they get back and before Dean has recovered, Cas has to go to the market because he needs to restock some items or buy more bandages so he has to leave Sam to look after Dean and Cas is all like “what if somethings happened what if I’m not there and something happens 😱” and Dean’s like “i wish he didn’t have to go but ill put on a brave face…😢” and Sam is just 😠🔪 And he gets home and Deans so relieved to see him and Cas is so relieved to be home and hes like “oh! And i got you both something! I hope you like it? Or you can swap or idk, I didn’t know what you would like so i guessed i hope its ok…” kinda embarrassed like he wants them to have nice things but he doesn’t know how to give it and Sam is like “😡 this is OBVIOUSLY a bribe or a trick or something nefarious” and Dean is just 😭😭😭 but both of them try to give the other more of theirs and Dean tries to give some to Cas but Cas absolutely refuses and Sam wont eat it in front of Cas but will nibble at it when Cas is busy and try to make it look like he hasn’t had any out of spite but its quite obvious chunks are missing and then he just demolishes it lol and Cas is kinda 🥲 about it all

So the verse definitely lives rent free in my brain haha 😅 hope you are well!

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ahhhh this is so sweet!!!!!!!!!!!! no its not stupid at alllll!! im dying cas being like......i must go off to war.....i mean the market...... same thing when i am separated from dean.... ;~; when will i be reunited with my one tru love.......... will he Survive....... and dean being the same like nooooo ;~; my cas!! separated over thousands of miles....it will be eons before i see him again.......... meanwhile sam is like :// geeze louise ://

and ahhh anon im sorry i know its been waaay too long and u sent this a million years ago but come back im on the edge of my seat!!!! what does cas bring for them!!!!!!!! what kind of snack!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! im thinking some kind of pastry or honey candy....but idk!!!

i love it :))) sam and dean absolutely would try to give each other their treat and it Would Not Work bc they would both refuse cfyvghjkj and yeah dean would try to give cas his and cas is like fcyvgujbhkn dean its for YOU. i totally see sam refusing to eat his treat around cas ;~; but still nibbling at it when cas isnt looking fdcgvbhn yeah thats a ten year old all right. i feel like i can see sam trying to pretend he isnt eating it but then eventually its gone and cas is like :)) did u like it :)) and sam is like >>:(( ....................................yes.

thank u so much for sharing this with me!!! it is so encouraging to know other people still think about this verse :)) i do too!! ive been working on a one shot that i hope to publish in the next few days...tho writing has been kicking my ass lately. ive just been having a rough time overall recently tbh :/// which is why i havent been very/at all active on here :(( im on break tho now so im gonna try to write this week!!!! <3333

[raysofcrosby]

OMG HII OK SO ITS ME 😵‍💫😵‍💫 IVE BEEN GONE TOO LONG IM SORRY I sent an ask a while ago BUT silly tumblr keeps eating my asks 😔 so a few things

i’m still hoping and praying that the sens game vs the bruins is rescheduled to a date that i can actually go

while i agree with you that owen power is a baby (in response to my last ask) he’s older than me? we’re the same age for approx 20 days out of the year but i do get it what you mean

HOW WAS YOUR DATE?? i hope it was good and whoever you went with was respectful cause i cannot afford a trip to jax to defend your honour✋ lowkey i would make myself afford it though

omg and i got a job! it’s in alberta and i’d be there only for the summer (i live in ontario) but i’m stressing cause i KNOW my family doesn’t want me leaving the province 😩 idk what to do ok

anyways that’s all for now hopefully silly tumblr doesn’t eat this ask🥲❌

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I WAS WONDERING WHERE YOU WENT 😭

ahh i saw that the nhl scheduled like 90+ games during the time period they saved for the potential olympics before the nhl scratched the idea— so maybe they’ll reschedule during that time? 🥰

haha that’s something i’m always surprised to find out when some players are older/younger than me, especially when they don’t look like it or do look like it. like even some of these young players coming up look like they could be older than me and i’m like “how???”

ahhh the date’s this weekend!!! we’ve been texting a lot and went to lunch last week too! he’s really nice (and literally textbook dream guy written by a woman as the lovely @dembenchboys said. which makes sense bc he’s the only guy in his family 😭) agshfkdl not the trip to jax omg ily 😩

AHHH CONGRATS ON THE JOB!!!! i can understand your family being stressed having you leave the province especially since alberta is wayyy on the other side of canada from ontario but that’ll be a really cool experience to have! especially since it’s a short term kind of thing just for the summer! if it’s you going off on your own to the other side of canada, then maybe the family can plan a trip to visit you at some point? 🥰

[tyonfs]

IM SORRY IVE BEEN GONE SO LONG 😭😭😭 happy new yr alice did u party vv hard! this post is so real bc ur just like me im like a hater 😭. but besides that how have u been !!! just for an update i have to go back on campus tmrw and i might cry but the good news is i only have like 9 more days till i’ll be in the motherland 🇵🇰 🤭🤭 - 🎀

no i’m sorry I’VE been gone so long 😭💔 how have you been 🎀 anon?? are you back from pakistan? :’) i hope you had a wonderful new years and a great trip!! 💖

also i did not party hard for new years HAHAH it was very chill i enjoyed it with my family !! all the partying came afterward when i went back to school (hence why i’ve been dead!!) 🥲 LMFAOO FELT IM SUCH A HATER i just like having some excitement in my life yk 🤭 smthn to bicker with the air and molecules and proteins and neutrons about

[stardusts-posts]

HELLO IM SO SORRY IVE BEEN GONE FOR SO LONG I HAD SO MUCH GOING ON IN MY LIFE THAT NEVER HAPPENED BEFORE BUT NOW IM BACK AND I MISS YALL

!! I think thats the longest I’ve been gone ever. Hopefulyyy I’ll catch up to the amount of shit I’m behind on ahaha🥲as in my consistent posting but also trends & updates on any fandoms.

Anywayss!! Happy to be back and be with y’all again <33