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[sherwood-cabin]

omg hi sher :3 non evil also time.... can I see ur fav Vienna pictures maybe :o?

of course!!! i actually don’t have too many photos of her… but my favorites are of her all tucked in ::3

[ id: two photos of vienna, a bag that looks like a computer screen with a smiley face. in the first photo, she’s propped up against a pillow and tucked in under blue and grey blankets. in the second photo, she’s under a long green scarf. ]

[wilmaslittleflower]

Can I be added to taglist I need every agere wilbur thing ever I love him I love him I love him

Yes yes of course love!

[diorgirl444]

the loyal & soft mutual !! <3

stoppppp i love you so much it’s not even funny ☹️☹️☹️

[diorsdarling]

ur theme is so sexy gf

thanks darling, i like the fact that i’m sitting next to you as you typed that

[diorgirl444]

@kellyscowboy it’s giving your fic to me

you either die a hero or live long enough to see yourself become a cowboy. Yeehaw.

[juneberrie]

Pass the happy! ✨ When you get this, reply with 5 things that make you happy and send this to the last 10 people in your notifications! <333

<33

talking with @applebittenn about wednesday

musicals

theatre in general

sleeping <3

goldfish crackers

[vigilxnte-shit]

I LOVE YOU ITS RUINING MY LIFE

(read as: photos of babygirl that were posted on reddit this morning that are getting me through this terrible evil rotten demonic work day)

[jollymalt]

some lettering exercises with billy joel's 'vienna'

[sherwood-cabin]

!!!

normal looking guy walks out of the bedroom with a goofy lovestruck look on his face and says "you should see the other guy" and you peek around him and see a playstation on the bed covered in cartoon lipstick kisses

[sherwood-cabin]

hi guys did you know… that my bag is the prettiest ever n she’s so cool n i love her so so much actually . have y’all heard of this…

[diorgirl444]

rouge (platonic) & pumpkin <33333

no because same!!! i love you so bad + i’m constantly checking your account to see if you’ve posted!!!

[diorgirl444]

thank you so much to everyone that offered advice, i’ve followed you unless your account explicitly says mdni. but either way i’m so grateful for the help i feel so much more confident now and it definitely helps that the newsies fandom seems so welcoming. expect to see some sort of writing for them to come from me soon <3

how do you recommend getting into writing for newsies, i really want to but i lack the confidence as i’m worried about being inaccurate???

hi ml!! honestly, i just threw myself in head first. the newsies fandom, in general, has such a little following that most people are happy with whatever content they can get. at least, that's my opinion.

however!! if you want to fully immerse yourself, LOTS of people do character studies on here. i also recommend checking out a couple of other blogs and reading what they have written for newsies! a couple of good blogs (for character studies & newsies fics) are:

@jack-kellys

@baura-bear

@emmedoesntdomath

@fluffydavey

@loving-jack-kelly

@noxexistant

@letter-from-the-refuge

@bound-for-santa-fe

@we-are-inevitable

(sorry for any unwanted tags)

also here is a newsies resources masterlist which might help!

aside from all that, i truly think the newsies fandom is one that strives on headcannons. as long as something you write for your character can make sense based on something from canon, you're set. and even if it isn't based on something from canon, who's gonna tell you no? people might disagree with how you write a character, but at the end of the day its YOUR fanfiction and YOUR interpretation.

when it comes to newsies, i think that as long as you understand the characters on a surface level, you can't be too inaccurate. which isn't to say that you shouldn't take the time to dig deeper into the characters, you definitely should! but i think if you understand the basics of a character, that's a really good place to start. you may even find yourself learning more about the characters as you write for them.

also interviews from the actors are good. while not technically canon, they have a better understanding of the characters then i think a lot of us do. uksies specifically has a lot of interviews where they talk about character interpretations.

i hope this helps, i am all over the place rn so if none of this makes any sense i am so sorry. & for anyone else in the fandom, PLEASE feel free to reblog this with extra tips and notes!! (and on a side note, flo i love your works & i think either way, what you write will be amazing!!)

[sunkissedlouis]

SURROUNDED BY LIGHTS ✨💫🌈 | faith in the future world tour in vienna, austria 09.13.23

[eyluvu]

REYNA AND LEO SIBLING DYNAMIC OH MY GOD?!??!?!?! WHY DID I NEVER THINK OF THIS?!?!?!?! IM SQUEALING

[fishareglorious]

i do a light chuckle once i remember hofmann and semmelweis are friends but then i remember semmelweis and marcus' suitcase interaction where they talk about her and i am once again inconsolable about this old woman's death

[vigilxnte-shit]

i want your midnights || matt murdock x reader

summary: you sleep better when matt is around, but the last thing you want is to make him choose between you and the city.

word count: 1.4k

warnings: NOT EDITED NOT EDITED AT ALL SORRY SORRY SORRY SORRY also mentions of anxiety

a/n: based on my own insomnia as of late and also the fact that there is not a single member of the tuna team with a normal sleep schedule

this is an 18+ blog. minors dni. || masterlist

you didn’t know what time it was.

you knew it was dark, that it was raining, and that there was a slight, tugging tension in your arm where it rested under your pillow, bearing the weight of your head. you knew that the empty pillow next to yours felt smooth and empty and cold, that it faintly smelled of coffee and whiskey and, in a perfect world, would be cradling perfect chestnut waves and supporting the man you loved. 

but the world wasn’t perfect. it was dark, it was raining, and there was an intense, stifling lack of matthew murdock in your bed. 

you tossed and turned, shoved your head into the pile of pillows, snuggled with the sheets to get a whiff of his lingering cologne- nothing helped. he wasn’t the sheets or the pillows, he was actual warmth and the comfiest set of arms you’d ever been wrapped up in. he was real, he was yours, and he was out saving the world, just like he did every night.

you took some comfort in knowing that he was listening, that he was always leaving an ear open. he’d told you several times that on the more stressful nights, the evenings where the punches landed harder and the blood ran heavier, he’d look to you for respite. you liked to imagine it, exactly as he said- his gaze always veered up, in the direction of your apartment, seeking you out the same way he did god, zeroing in to listen to your heartbeat and your breath. to the one thing that brought him back to earth. you. the sounds of you living, not even conscious, just existing and waiting and his.

it was comforting to think about, but it wasn’t a substitute. you were still left matt-less, still alone. with an upset huff, you turned onto your back and stared at your dark void of a ceiling, your mind leading you to the morning. you wanted to bring this up with him. you wanted to talk it out, find a compromise and start spending your evenings in his arms, but that would leave out one very important detail that made matt, matt. that detail was this little thing called daredevil.

you knew it when you’d fallen in love, that daredevil came with matt murdock, and you knew you would never understand it. you’d had your experiences in double lives, one face with your parents and another with your friends, but you couldn’t even begin to fathom it on this level, the torment and anguish that the catholic felt for engaging the vigilante. you knew it was difficult, you knew it was important to him, and you knew that, whether you liked it or not, your heart belonged to the devil of hell’s kitchen just as much as it belonged to the lawyer fighting for justice- but that knowledge didn’t take away the anxiety, or the missing him, or the lonely nights. 

the emptiness of your ceiling made your mind envious as you went through the options. of course, you could call him- maybe it was a slower night, maybe he could call it early and come in from the rain to your arms. the longer you thought about it, though, the more that plan fell apart. you tried to save the burner he’d given you for emergencies; it had been used exactly once since you’d received it and only because he’d heard a fire alarm go off in your building. he probably wouldn’t appreciate the interruption, especially if it wasn’t a slower night. 

you could wait up for him, but that would upset him, too. he’d spent the past weeks begging you to try melatonin and offering to find you a therapist for the anxiety that plagued you, insisting that your rest was more important than him having someone waiting. him and his lawyer ways, of course, had tried to convince you that even falling asleep while waiting still counted, but you didn’t believe that. you knew if he climbed through that window bleeding and bruised only to find you sound asleep, he would never wake you up. he wouldn’t even consider it, and this was where the problem came to its head. 

you slept better with matt murdock next to you. that was a fact, plain and simple. no anxiety medications could replace that, no weighted blanket could make up for his arms. you slept your best when he was next to you, tangible and warm and smelling like the faintest hints of coffee and whiskey as he held you to his chest, and the nights that you got to experience that were paradise. and yet, you could never tell him that. you could never put that on him. he could choose between helping you sleep and protecting the city over your dead body, and you didn’t care how dramatic that sounded. you loved matt. you loved daredevil. you loved the devotion he held to his city, his ceaseless passion for keeping the streets as safe as he could, and you could never be cruel enough to ask him to choose between that and yourself. 

you forgot to blink with how you stared at the ceiling, deep in thought. you were stuck. you had no clue what to do, and you were only roused from your swirling brainstorm by the sound of the actual storm outside entering your window for the briefest of moments with its opening and immediate re-closing. 

“you should be asleep.” 

his voice was gruff, deep, just like always when he returned home- a bit hoarse from the tone he adopted, from the occasional yelled conversation. you could hear the rain dripping off of him, the way he lightened his steps in the boots he always wore so he didn’t seem like he was stomping. the little things, the details where your matty shone through the suit and armor. 

“can’t,” you answered. that was all you needed to say. you knew he could hear your heartbeat, pick up on your temperature and focus on your breathing. he was doing it now- the silence gave it away with the intense feeling of somehow being watched. 

“we’ve gotta get you in therapy, sweetheart,” he said softly. you heard his mask thud onto the bedside table, a gentle dropping sound accompanied with his softened footsteps before you felt his icy, rained-upon lips press your forehead. “i’m worried about how little you’re sleeping.” 

you answered with a low hum, finally turning onto your side. “are you at least coming to bed soon?” 

you loved how he looked, mask-less in his signature reds. he looked worn out and tired and accomplished for the night- that sparkle in his hazel eyes would fade in the shower as he pondered whether god was proud of him yet, but for now, you savored it. he smiled at you- a soft, affectionate little pull of his lips, followed by a nod. 

“let me go shower. i’ll be back in five.” 

he gave your hand a small squeeze. you returned it before nestling into your pillow. your eyes rested easier now, the pillow felt softer and the air felt warmer just from his presence. your eyelids became so heavy you had to close them, focusing on the sound of the running water and the slowing patter of the rain. 

matt was listening, too. he had been the whole night- it had been quieter, like you’d hoped, and he’d spent most of the night listening for you. he’d known you hadn’t slept, your heart rate spiking and sinking and back again, your breath too fast to be unconscious. 

that was why as he stood in the shower, hot water running down his back and rain still audible on the roof, he smiled. he had been monitoring you since his arrival home, listening with a feeling of pride as your heartbeat steadily decreased and your breathing became more even. 

you were nearly asleep when he came to join you, only roused slightly by the sudden feeling of his arms around you. you stretched and yawned, calling a soft “yeah?” as you adjusted. he just chuckled, squeezing you before kissing your cheek. 

“go to sleep. i’m right here.” 

your wordless response was to snuggle into his chest, that coffee cologne pushing it’s last, most faint notes to your nose with the warm backdrop of his embrace. you took less than a minute to fall to unconsciousness, your soft exhales brushing his chest and your forehead under his chin.

matt smiled to himself, his own eyes falling closed to the rhythmic melody of your heartbeat.