Señor Foggy Law

[a-really-good-lawyer-abandoned]

"So we should risk everything. Our firm, our reputation, and let's be honest, our safety? We should put it all on the line to help him?" "Kinda, yeah."

Charlie Cox and Elden Henson as Matt Murdock and Foggy Nelson Daredevil S2E06 - "Regrets Only"

[themaninblackpajamas]

leaked photo of matt’s first birthday cake after foggy finds out about daredevil

[heartofthepractice]

                                              HEADCANONS!                 GET YER BIG KRONCHY HEADCANONS!

So he’s just getting out of court, right? And-- trust me, that’s kind of a big deal all on it’s own and probably deserves it’s own commemoratory tattoo given the way his “firm” goes under every two weeks... Not the point. So! He’s just getting out of court, right? And, HELLO APOCALYPSE! Okay, maybe that’s a little exagerrated-- this is New York City, after all and aliens falling out of portals is --what? an every other Thursday kind of event??

Anyway-- he’s standing there trying to remember which one of the city’s handy-dandy disaster plans he should be following when A ROBOT-LEGGED SPACE SHARK SNATCHED HIM UP IN SOME KINDA DANGLY CAGE-THING! You ever seen one of those deep-sea documentaries on the Discovery channel? You know the one, with the like fishes no one’s ever seen before and they’re all weird and translucent because they live so deep in the ocean that the sun never reaches them?? Well... you remember that one that has like a lamp sticking out of it’s forehead? Like in Finding Nemo?? IT WAS JUST LIKE THAT! But it was a shark and instead of a shiny light it had this rusty cage thing!! And arms! AND MORE TEETH THAN YOU COULD SHAKE A STICK AT! So now he’s in this cage, sure he’s about to be this thing’s lunch when it just goes taking off for another portal instead and just TAKES HIM TO SPACE! Or... another planet! Or something! Honestly, he’s not entirely sure, and that may be because he may or may not have been screaming his head off, hanging on to rusty bars for dear life and possibly shutting his eyes. Allegedly! Who’s to say? Shark-bot certainly isn’t coming to testify... what with the way THE PUNISHER suddenly showed up and blew him away to goopy smithereens! No, seriously, like liquified goop-- sorry, too much?

And like he never thought he’d be so happy to see FRANK CASTLE standing over him with his skull on, gun in hand, but he was SO HAPPY! At least, he was until Frank started asking him if he was any good with a gun and refusing to bring him back, talking about some mission to find a FROST GIANT... The man has issues.

But like... end of the day? They totally went on that mission. HE went on that Punisher mission, cruising space in a van pulled by a goat. And now he’s back and he can’t help but think about something somebody said to him once about the only thing that could take down a thug was and even BIGGER thug, and you know what? Yeah.. he kind of feels like one now. If tomorrow is anything at all like most of his yesterdays though, he’s liable to forget the good-high-coasting feeling... so why not get a permanent reminder?

IN WHICH FOGGY NELSON’S FOGLIFE TATTOO BECOMES CANON AF

[heartofthepractice]

[heartofthepractice]

[eldritch-crone-deactivated20210]

“Stop acting like these things just happen to you. No one’s making you go out all hours of night fighting bad guys. And nobody makes you lie to your friends, over and over again.”

[matttheratkingart]

I have. No explanation. It was a very small sketch done before season 2 that I. For some reason decided was deemed inkable. Also the only time ever that I did Frank’s profile justice.

[heartofthepractice]

@hellsainted || from XXX

“Uh-- not really here, buddy. Sorry!” It’s an old Nelson habit that comes to his rescue-- however belated it may or may not be; a small side-table propped against the wall right by the door, not unlike the one in his parent’s apartment-- a catch-all for all the sundry things that collected in pockets when out and about. Foggy made a wild grab for it, snatching up matchbooks from local bars, a couple of condoms, and some loose change at random while keeping his eyes firmly on the floor the whole time. And then he beat a hasty retreat, pulling the door shut after himself just a little too loudly and wincing on the other side of it on account. Shit! He’s had one beer too many for grace. He just puts in on the tab of things to apologize to Matt for later-- MUCH LATER; when he isn’t pushing the heels of his hands into his soft squishy eyes, trying in vain to scrub away the image imprinted there. Like having a dorm-mate didn’t come with enough awkward moments! Now there had to be this too...

It’s fine. It’s fine! It’s what Foggy tells himself quite adamantly, nursing dollar-menu coffee at McDonald’s, stirring it and staring at it more than drinking it. Bound to happen! Right? Right! It’s probably a miracle it hadn’t happened sooner-- on either side of the coin. Matt probably would have been cool about it if it was the other way around, cracked a joke, been unbothered. And it’s not like he’s bothered! He’s just... trying and failing to ignore a sense of misery that he has no right to feel. It’s gross and he feels more ashamed about that than having accidentally walked in on Matt jerking off in his own bed. He’s better than this-- better than getting all moody and melodramatic about a pointless attraction. Matt’s body, his affection, attention, or attraction, aren’t things he’s entitled to and he knows that. Life’s not exactly conspiring him against him in some grand evil plot to tease him with glimpses at what he can never have-- that’s just stupid. Walking in on Matt was an accident-- a coincidence, Foggy home earlier than expected, Matt using his free time however he wants... It’s... nothing. Less than nothing, even. Whatever attraction he feels for his best friend, that’s... that’s a separate and unrelated matter with no bearing on the situation. It all goes in separate compartments. Because he’s an adult. An adult in college no less! Studying to become a lawyer like his mom once was-- and who better than a guy who is and does all that to put stuff and feelings in neatly labeled file-boxes and process them with expertise?! If he so happens to also be incredibly new to being a grown-up with awesome processing skills and way too many inconvenient feelings and things, well... then... that’s just how that is. He’s still building up all his awesome-- they don’t just give it to you with your freshman orientation packet!!! Code for: he’s hiding out at the Butler library because it’s one of the few places on campus that he has 24-hour access to, and there he plans to stay until the thought of going back to his dorm room doesn’t make him feel awkward. And if that’s a thing destined for the 12th of Never-mber, Foggy figures that all he has to really do to move into the library is buy a phone charger and shower at the gym. It’ll be FINE! .

[syntactition]

i’M FINE

(Superior Iron Man #3)

[sharcncarter]

And that is what it’s like to live in the orbit of Matt Murdock. He will confound you. He will frustrate you. He will make your choices FOR you, he will manipulate you without CONSULTING you, and you will want to PUNCH him in his self-assured face at least ONCE AN HOUR. He will make you wonder EVERY SINGLE DAY why you ever put up with him because the devil is FULL OF TRICKS.

But he will care about you in a way that no one else ever could.

When it comes down to it, I guess I don’t really need the world to know I exist.

I’m just glad HE knows.

Daredevil (2014) #5

[byfe-deactivated20190401]

its what best friends are for. letting you embarrass yourself because they know you need the learning experience.

[gay-zing]

[dailyavocados]

#poor foggy

[heartofthepractice]

“Oh come on, buddy! This is you, senior year, all over again. The firm’s not gonna go under if you take just one night off. No more cum laudes for you to rack up! No more Goody-Two-Shoes-Matt! More I’M DRUNK MATT MURDOCK!!”

[heartofthepractice]

terranalexander replied to your post “@terranalexander @hellsainted perverts.”

“Behold: the field upon which I have sown my fucks. Lo, it is barren.”

[heartofthepractice]

cthlicdevil‌:

             “   i can hear you, foggy —— and i’m sorry i’m stressing you out,   ”

“AHA!” Foggy points, right at Matt’s smug face-- not narrating the action for once, since they have the office to themselves this early and there’s no need for the charade. He barrels right past that apology he doesn’t want, side-stepping the whole gross and still painful conversation it would loop right into in favor of comedy-- his strong suit. “Felonious activity, Murdock! Unlawful surveillance and invasion of privacy. Penal law section 250.05. I could have your license.”

[heartofthepractice]

"foggy!" emmy squeals as she tears into the offices of nelson and murdock, arms outstretched for her father's best friend. blue eyes are shining in excitement and red hair is mussed from where she'd bolted up the stairs. from behind the tip-tapping of matt's cane can beard and he soon appears, "morning, fog,"

EMMY MURDOCK || ALWAYS accepting

“Emmster!” Comes the usual reply, arms thrown wide in open invitation for the tiny tot to barrel right into. The unofficial third partner of their slowly growing firm, she is the second sun of Foggy’s world. He never fails to crouch for her, sweeping her up in his soft arms to give her a squish and a spin, smiling when she giggles. Foggy might be an uncle several times over, but he can’t help the forever-youth of his heart, nor the way he is always genuinely excited for visits from his favorite niece. It’s a welcome relief to finally have a Murdock vessel upon which he can ACTUALLY pour all of his love. Today briefs and legal paperwork will be ignored in favor of breaking out his plastic dinosaurs and getting on the floor with Emmy to play with them-- Nelson and Murdock’s legal offices becoming Jurassic Park for a day, complete with funny voices, dino adventures, and plenty of tossing Emmy in the air, spinning her about in a rolling chair, and giving her rides on his shoulders and back.

Everything else can wait.