some rise by sin.

ind. private matt murdock from netflix's marvel cinematic universe. 18+. written by darcy.

[onlygod]

sorry for being active for like 2 seconds at a time and then disappearing for weeks

[onlygod]

gotta make pride month headcanon posts but i have no brain rn

[holyisthenameofmyruthlessaxe]

“I learned from self-inflicted punishment (…) I had to finish whatever I began.”

— Whereas, ‘Diction’ by Layli Long Soldier

[rookieangel]

Bruce referring to himself in the third person: Batman: The Ankh #1 / Beware the Batman / Batman V Superman / Batman: Arkham Knight

[cluster123456]

Helena Almeida (Lisboa, Portugal, 1934)

[shesnipes-archive]

This has been on my mind for long but I’m gonna do this - please reblog this if you’re comfortable with pre-establishing relationships. I do not mean “met at the grocery store two weeks ago” or “have a common friend”, but rather stuff like “have been best friends since kindergrden”, “go for a beer every friday”, “friends with benefits”, “dated in highschool”, “hate each other’s guts because -insert reason-”  etc. Something meaningful (but not necessarily shippy) and I mean with muns/characters you have not interacted with, because I cannot believe I am the only one who prefers jumping right into the heart of the human interaction.

[holyisthenameofmyruthlessaxe]

“i was alone (…), practicing some familiar grief, my old heart’s sacrament.

Life of the Party, ‘Say It, I’m Always In Love’ by Olivia Gatwood (via decreation)

[holyisthenameofmyruthlessaxe]

my heart is closing like a fist.

Meditations in an Emergency, ‘Mayakovsky’ by Frank O’Hara (via decreation)

[remakingggggggg-deactivated2020]

[transgang-deactivated20201105]

[onlygod]

what is it? can’t you tell me now?

detransition, baby.

“mr. barnes is a client, captain rogers. as personal as i know this is, unless he waives privilege, i can’t share anything he said in confidence. not with you, not with anyone.”

matt offers what he hopes is a sympathetic look, and one significantly less tense than he feels. steve rogers has a reputation as an honorable man – of course he does, he has a reputation as the honorable man – but running the risk of crossing captain fucking america is. well. pressure, to say the least.

“if you want to know anything about mr. barnes’ case, you’re going to have to hear it from him.”

[onlygod]

you can also find me on @perfectdeaths and @unworthys by the way :D

[notmorbid]

detransition, baby: pt. 2.

dialogue prompts from detransition, baby by torrey peters. (some have been paraphrased for accessibility.)

we might as well talk about it.

everything about being a parent feels like a secret test.

that was a thoughtless thing to blurt out.

can i ask you something directly?

you and i just come from very different places.

maybe i wasn’t that kind to you.

what is it? can’t you tell me now?

i don’t want to get my hopes up.

i want to be a milf, but a subtle milf, you know?

it’s okay to have doubts.

i don’t have doubts. i know what i want.

that sounds very dramatic. very romantic.

signs are meant to be read — be careful what you put on them.

listening to that dickbag is a form of self-harm.

all pain merits care.

depends on whether or not you can find a place for yourself.

i want to figure out how to be something to you. with you.

maybe try recognizing the chances you have.

jealousy’s like a hangover: when you’re in the midst of it you wanna die, but nobody feels sorry for you.

put the phone away. don’t look at it.

don’t go. please.

you’re the one who wasn’t here.

stop debating the philosophy of family and get to work making one.

i’d be glad if you told me everything.

i’m so happy to be here with you.

that much giggling was totally purifying.

i was a little worried how you’d take it.

it’s a dumb affair. people have them.

do you think you could give me some space for a few minutes?

don’t panic. don’t rush to fix everything.

just use a little goddamn discretion and it will be fine.

i’ll change when it’s worth it for me to change.

i can’t say i get you emotionally, but i’m trying to understand intellectually.

sometimes your body knows what your mind doesn’t.

just sleep over, okay?

i drove here. i can give you a ride.

this is humiliating, but i’m glad to see you.

will you please give me a hug?

i wanted the good parts without the hard parts.

i’ve been so afraid to call.

you can always find the politics to justify what you want.

i remember my own bullshit, thank you very much.

i’m much more culturally relevant and funny than you.

[iwashandpicked]

missionary so we can continue our argument from before

[weltenwellen]

Bessel van der Kolk, The Body Keeps the Score

[heateron]

jude law in wilde (1997) dir. brian gilbert

[mournfulroses]

Mahmoud Darwish, from Unfortunately, It Was Paradise: Selected Poems; “The Night There,” (edited)

[onlygod]

batman.​

@onlygod // cont’d. 

‘ do you, now? ’ 

the devil of hell’s kitchen lives up to the reputation the bulletin has ascribed to him. if bruce didn’t know better, he’d think his own reputation had stayed in gotham, that he’d come to hell’s kitchen an entirely new man. the way his brow raises is impossible to notice under the cowl, the whites of the cowl’s eyes blinking once. 

remembers his rules, for the league - stupid ones, but ones that have been respected. there are villains in his city that are off limits. most of gotham is off-limits. new yorkers seem as territorial as gothamites. almost. of all the cities in the country, bruce hates new york the most of them all, he’s sure. that’s likely the gotham city in him too, and by all means, the two cities aren’t terribly different. 

it hadn’t exactly been his choice to come out here tonight, either, which means he’s going to give. an inch, at most, but it’s something.

he withdraws a syringe from his utility belt, takes a knee beside their unconscious suspect. his shoulder throbs with each movement, his rotators cuff almost gone if not already torn. with the empty syringe, he takes a sample of blood and with another, injects a sedative nearby in order to feel comfortable enough to restrain their suspect properly. 

that’s when he takes a step back to stand, finally acknowledges him with a gaze that sizes him up properly. although he’s smaller than him, bruce knows better than to underestimate him, especially after that display. he’s good at this, not to mention he’s younger, faster. a challenge, that’s all. 

‘ i appreciate the help, ’ he says in a way that characteristically doesn’t sound appreciative whatsoever, ‘ but after tonight, this won’t concern you. ’

“that’s not your call,” matt snaps back, hackles already raised at the dismissal. batman has the kind of gruff arrogance that’d pique his interest in the right kind of bar but sets his teeth on edge in the mask, as much as he doesn’t want this to turn hostile unnecessarily. “not in hell’s kitchen. i don’t know or care how things work in gotham; this is my city. you start shit here, you play by my rules.”

he turns, as if actually looking, to the 350-odd pounds of pure muscle batman’s just injected with what matt can only assume, by the smell and the way the unconscious mook’s breathing depresses even further after a few moments, was a strong enough tranquilizer to take out a raging bull. he reeks of chemicals already, something strange and almost vegetal that clings to the back of matt’s throat. he’s never smelled it before, not on any junkies, not even on the sick bastards who mess around with MGH, and the strength – and physique – of batman’s target clearly wasn’t natural.

“whatever this guy took that did this to him, i need to make sure it doesn’t happen to anyone else. don’t think i can’t make you regret it if you decide to make that harder than it has to be.”