#this is me feeling matt

[ltacryptid]

who wants to show up at my house in the night after screaming and sobbing on a call with me for hours about death and how I could never understand. but I trust you and I love you and how could I reject you when you show up at my house scared and tired and bloody. illl feed you and clothe you and we can sleep in the same bed and it’ll be just like old days but you’re older now and you’re more tired and whenever you see me standing in my kitchen you flinch and you’re so much quieter and I can’t help but feel like you’re hiding something from me but it’s okay. because I trust you and I love you and how could I reject you when you sit on my couch and smile at me just like old times. I trust you and I love you but when I come out one morning and the sink is on and you are gone I do not cry because you are involved in things I could never understand.

[sadmages]

In my mind palace my tav and Astarion are playing the exact same game of 5D chess and they don't realize it yet

[arrgh-whatever]

[deviouz]

matthew “munch” murdock could spend hours between your legs and it would still never be enough. sometimes he does it for your pleasure, to hear you keen and cry out his name while your deft fingers go to card through his hair to guide him where you needed him the most. when he was feeling nice, he’d entertain your wants, lips and tongue working in tandem as your moans grew breathier and higher in pitch. sometimes he would have to hold your hips down with an arm slung over them, while the other went to shove two fingers knuckle deep into your heat. god, he’d have the smuggest of smirks etched into his features as you gushed around his fingers and let out the most graphic obscenities. he can hear how fast your heart was beating, how you eagerly sucked in breath after breath with every utterance of his name, every plea.

but sometimes matt would return home in a mood, whether it be in a wrinkled four-piece suit with a briefcase in hand, or in the blood-red suit known to strike residents of hell’s kitchen with a fear unlike any other, his tired body covered in an array of cuts and bruises. he won’t be nice when he bullies himself between your thighs, hands forcing your legs apart and fingers digging themselves into your thighs. he won’t let you even touch him. as soon as one of your hands go down to grab at his hair, he’s got it in an iron-tight grip by the wrist as he buries his face deeper into your heat, greedily drinking from your core. he’s not even considering on relenting until you’re damn-near sobbing, until he can taste the salt in the air from your tears and feel the way you tremble beneath him with fruitless hope of reprieve.

[sturnioloho]

pov he made u squirt

[ilovemenwithlonghairr]

he could literally yell at me until I cry and I would thank him and beg for more

[pocketgalaxies]

We want to destroy my mother. (insp by @dadrielle)

[dracothefoxdragon]

[holy-reference-in-a-username]

I think it'd be funny if pondmatt met your matt.

HAHA FUNNY

I'll do you one better actually.

all of them

[fallenspirit]

laszlo at the mall is my favourite thing to watch

[yashley]

[sexy-sapphic-sorcerer]

all UK white actors exist on a scale from 'handsome squidward' to 'cow from barnyard' and 'rat' to 'frog'

[missholloween]

I'm still not over the fact that when Paul re-enters in NPMD after If I Loved You, Inevitable stars playing. The leitmotif of Paul Matthews The Guy who didn't like musicals, it's his final solo, the song of his defeat. His leitmotif is a love song that ended up with his soulmate's life. His leitmotif is of the song where he's happier in the musical, but he's also dead.

[expelliarmus]

[sittinginsunflowers]

I know we’ve been begging for a Murph DM season for years now and I would still kill to see it but idk man I think we’ve been dropping the ball. Something about Zac Oyama behind that screen looked right

[sturnioloho]

he growls when he’s in it i know he does