Matt Murdock + Tuxedo

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Matt Murdock + Tuxedo
“After all we survived, I watched the man I love die.There’s no normal after that.”
The first time you see Lucille Sharpe, she's playing the piano in an elegant--but painfully tight--scarlet dress. Her fingernails are pointed and bright as they pound on the keys and her jaw is held regally, her eyelashes deceptively soft against her cheek. The whole room is washed in an orange glow and she is the only thing that stands out from the muted tones. You get the sense that she enjoys what's she doing; lost in the music that she's creating and blending notes seamlessly together. But even as she finishes, stands, and looks around herself, she never smiles. You see behind the soft fringe of lashes, her eyes are stone. Her hair is like dark, unbreakable ropes and the scar on her lip looks out of place but doesn't feel like it is.
The first thing you notice about Lucille Sharpe is that she doesn't smile after ending a beautiful song to a crowd of appeased people. You notice that she looks around, calculates the room, and offers correct responses to those patting her shoulders and hands. You realize that Lucille Sharpe is empty of the frivolous enjoyment in everyone else's eyes and carries a rather more haunted look; wise like she knows something that everyone else doesn't, smooth like glass, jagged like steel, and hard as diamonds.
The last thing you realize about Lucille Sharpe is that all along she so effortlessly blended into her background and rarely said a word. The last thing you realize about Lucille Sharpe is she has seen things others would never even have nightmares about, that she has always been out of place. People would never suspect it, people could never guess or place their finger on it, but Lucille has always blended seamlessly into the background but has always stuck out like a puzzle piece that always ended up in the wrong puzzles' box. Lucille Sharpe has never, ever belonged. The last thing you realize about Lucille Sharpe is that she doesn't just create music, she creates camouflage. It hides her, protects her, and enables her to calculate the prey she is surrounded by.
For all that Lucille Sharpe has taken away, has jumbled into a ball of monstrosity, Lucille Sharpe has still created this. Camouflage would've always been her armor, her solution.
Marius: You read my diary?
Eponine: At first I did not know it was your diary. I thought it was a very sad handwritten book.
Bossuet: What are these?
Marius: These, sir, are STDs.
Bossuet: Uh, what are you talking about, buddy?
Marius: STDs. Save the dates! For Cosette's and my wedding!
Courfeyrac: Ahh, yes. Hey, just out of curiosity, how many people have you given STDs to?
Marius: Lots. Like a hundred!
You still not talking to Malia? She’s not talking to me. Or anyone, I guess. I think I know why.
Jessica Jones: My greatest weakness? Occasionally, I give a damn.
She’s been through hell and saved me from the same.
Matt Murdock Appreciaton Week.
↳ Day Three: Tropes.
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#i love that#Jessica Jones#is a NORMAL MESS#not the cute adorable kind of mess so many female characters are constructed as to make them appealing to men#not the giggly non-threatening smiling ‘oops i need someone big and strong to come and help me’ mess#no#Jessica Jones is just a mess#a grumpy exhausted traumatized (BUT COPING…mostly) mess who is allowed#to eat and shit and not have a clean apartment and not have pretty hair and blushing cheekbones#she does crap like forget to charge her phone and wears shapeless ugly mostly practical clothing AND NO HEELS#the hot male love interest is the one shown in all his shirtless - just showered glory (bless)#Jessica squints and scowls and slouches and dear god i will never ever get over#how continually and explicitly this show treats women being told to smile by men AS AN ACT OF COERCION AND CONTROL#bless this fucking show (via @racethewind10)