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Daredevil The man without fear!! Highly selective && mutuals only Written by Adrian

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when ur friend is watchin daredevil and sad things about about 2 hapn and u gotta try hard not to burst into laughter at their sadness bc ur a horrible person

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                                 I’m not seeking penance for what I’ve done, Father       I’m asking forgiveness for what I’m about to do

                                                            ( promo by alleyspat )

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Logs in to do things over here finally. Stares at theme. SIGHS.

But also like this for a thing hi I am alive.

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Noad had been so close to taking a deep breath and – 

Be kind, be kind, be kind.

“– No, no, totally my fault. Is everything alright?”

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“I’m fine. Just a little distracted.”

He’s actually about eighty percent certain that his stitches have torn and are bleeding through the band- ages, but that’s not really important right now, right?

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                 already standing, knox made his way to the fridge. pulling the door open to the sound of clinking glass and inspecting what matt had to offer. pulling out a couple beers, knox opened one for himself and wondered if matt would drink one. bringing them both over anyway, knox sat himself next to matt with a short hiss of pain. necking the beer before addressing matt once more, ❛ you really think you can fight this alone? y’seem in over your head. ❜

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                ❛ i have my ways. ❜ 

                he smiles, lifting his head toward the other man: the sound of his footsteps, heavier on one side, carrying over to the couch; the shift of fabric in his clothes; the hiss of pain and the subtle creak of bones long ago broken and healed. he plucks the bottle from knox’s fingers, but rather than open it, he sets it down on the coffee table. poor guy needs the alcohol and matt tries not to drink too often to start with, let alone this early in the day.

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hello i am here to ruin everything love me

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Sometimes, this is something he can feel in the marrow of his bones. He’s not a hero, he ceased to be a long time ago, but he teaches heroes, he forms them, he helps them. And heknows. Oh he knows. But sometimes…

“That is exactly why you should keep it up. Often enough, you will be the only one carrying this world, even if it is your own baggage. No one will be there to do it for you.”

But then he smiles, something he conveys to the other mentally as well.

“Fortunately, life rarely lets us fight alone. If they can’t carry it for you, they will help in any other way they can find.”

"Hmn."

The words are the exact opposite of advice given to him a long time ago. Not that he's precisely made an effort to follow Stick's advice in the first place, at least not consciously. Sometimes he'll find himself thinking something and realize how much the old man has rubbed off on him. It makes him nauseous.

He leans forward slightly, hands atop his cane, chin resting on his interlaced fingers. "But sometimes—I wonder if I'm meant to fight this battle alone. So that other people don't have to." And god it sounds so melodramatic when he puts it like that. Matt can't help but laugh the moment the words leave his lips.

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fuck. 

or at least that’s what his head says. his mouth remains a thin line, frozen in place like the rest of him upon the initial sound but then soon contorts to a sideways purse. long strides don’t hesitate, exaggerated and jaunty. fists find pockets; fingers find a blade. one that he don’t mind too much whippin’ out, a pretty flash in the dark of streetlight streaming through dirty windows. 

‘ ohhhh, whaaaaaat? you sayin’ this ain’t my pad, O stranger in the dark? ’ a short breath sucked in that imitates a hiss, lips pulled back in a sarcastic yikes. ‘ damn. you know, this just keeps happenin’ somehow. ’

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echoed steps across the floor, the rhymthmic ba-bump ba-bump ba-bump of his heartbeat, how it picks up in pace when he's been caught. he lifts his chin slightly, frowning slightly.

‘ i just thought maybe you would like to know. it would be a little embarrass- ing if you were trying to make your escape and ran into a dead end. in front of the resident you're robbing for that matter. ’

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Shoutout to all those trans and nonbinary kids out there who’ll spend xmas getting cards adressed with the wrong name

hang in there guys

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     ‘ you’re going the wrong way. ’

  he probably shouldn’t be so nonchalant about someone    breaking into his apartment and yet.

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Starter call.

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Monsters are real, and ghosts are real too. They live inside us, and sometimes, they win.

Stephen King (via difficult)

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happy 33rd birthday, charlie thomas cox! (december 15th, 1982)

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                                 I’m not seeking penance for what I’ve done, Father       I’m asking forgiveness for what I’m about to do

                                                            ( promo by alleyspat )

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I was at a school in England, a prep school, from the ages of 8 and 13. And every play they did was a musical. Parents love musicals. And I don’t sing. It was driving me crazy.

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I'm not following that many people here so hey how about you guys hit me up with some suggestions on anon okay