The blog name is a lie. @normalaboutmattmurdock - Tumblr Blog

Hey! I'm Namm, and welcome to me being completely normal about Matt Murdock and anything Daredevil related in general- I'm obsessed with the show, but I'm attempting to get more into the comics too. Sometimes I make stuff. I post at least twice a day (as long as I remember to keep up my queue)

Below is my tagging system if you're curious, it makes finding and blocking things a lot simpler.

normalaboutmattmurdock

happy birthday to my favorite white boy in the world <3

#rereblog #matt murdock #daredevil #memes #its that time again. also hi not dead but different hyperfixation has me by the throat.

sorry about the (unannounced) hiatus yall! between having company for a few weeks, mental health stuff, prepping to move back into my dorm, and a new hyperfixation, you could say I've been busy 😅 but! I have a ton of reblogs in my drafts, so they'll be put in the queue once my energy returns

#being namm

kendallsroyco

Matt Fidgety Murdock 🤗

#matt murdock #daredevil #i loooove matts fidgeting. character trait of all time #i am what i queue in the dark now

mrssylargray

“…Why did he put the Devil in me? Why do I feel it in my heart and my soul clawing to be let out if that’s not all part of God’s plan?”

#matt murdock #daredevil #oh he #i am what i queue in the dark now

xxdrixx

Elektra Natchios in season 2 of Daredevil

#elektra natchios #daredevil #there she is #i am what i queue in the dark now

returnsandreturns

started writing foggy gently bro domming matt platonically and i'm goddamn feral over it

“Matt,” Foggy says, gently, shaking his shoulder. “Hey, you fell asleep in the library again. You need to get up so people don’t start thinking I’m neglecting my sacred roommate duties--or that I'm kicking you out because of all the casual sex I'm having. Actually, it might be cool for people to think that. Still, wake the fuck up."

“Shit, sorry,” Matt sighs, sitting up, hair a mess from where his forehead was resting on the table. “I just need to finish this assignment and I’ll be done.”

Foggy looks down and sighs, saying, “That is not due for a damn week, you lunatic. Get up.”

“But if I finish it now, I can get a head start on next week,” Matt says, in the strained tone of someone that knows he’s pushing both of their limits.

“And if you get some beauty sleep, the fully horizontal kind with a pillow—maybe even two, I’ll share—you’ll keep those good looks of yours,” Foggy says, plucking at the sleeve of his t-shirt. It’s a little too tight because Matt’s been going to the gym a lot. Foggy has absolutely no thoughts on this.

“Thank you for the concern for my face,” Matt says, dryly, but with a tiny tired smile that makes it seem genuine, “but I just need one more hour—maybe two. I’ll come back after that.”

“Matt,” Foggy snaps, not completely sure where it comes from. He’s not exactly annoyed that Matt isn’t doing what he says, he’s annoyed that Matt isn’t taking of himself—and, maybe, further back in his head, even further than the part of his brain that sounds like his mom—that he won’t let Foggy do it, either.

Matt raises his head, eyes just a little bigger, glasses forgotten haphazardly on the table.

Foggy should apologize. But Matt’s definitely listening now.

His voice only wavers a little when he says, “Up.”

Matt’s face goes from surprised to a little slack and he almost immediately nods and gets up slowly, not stopping Foggy when he packs his backup up for him while he stretches out.

“My bones,” Matt moans, soft, a little pathetic.

“I know, buddy,” Foggy says, hefting Matt’s backpack on and gently taking his arm. “Come on. We’re getting dinner and then you’re gonna sleep, alright? Multiple hours.”

“Wait, my bag—” Matt says, starting to turn back.

“I’ve got it,” Foggy says. “No worries.”

“You’re carrying my bag for me?” Matt asks, amused.

“I'm a gentleman,” Foggy says, guiding him toward the door before he can protest. “I’ll pay for your dinner, too. The finest dining hall my meal plan can afford.”

“Romantic,” Matt says, yawning.