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@vigilawyer
“I realise that if my life had turned out any differently, that I would never have become Daredevil. And although people have died on my watch, people who shouldn’t have, there are countless others that have lived. So, maybe it is all part of God’s plan. Maybe my life has been exactly as it had to be.”
Thank you Charlie Cox for your incredible performance as Matt Murdock.
apologies for the sudden silence again -- i’ve been kinda bogged down with holiday / family festivities! normal activity will resume probably towards the end of this week; thanks for your patience! ( and of course, happy holidays! ♡ )
Sunk the eight ball. Well, something went in.
` flowerseller ⊹ ( patch hamilton ) ;
❝ ————— i don’t care what puppy face you make , i’m still not doing it . ❞
@vigilawyer· // liked for a starter !
❛ for the record, i have no idea what you’re talking about, patch. ❜ yes, he does. he tries to hide it behind an innocent smile, but the coyness spills from the corners of his lips, the way the corners of his eyes crinkle behind his glasses. ❛ on both counts, i mean. for one, i thought it was a perfectly reasonable request. and for another ... ... puppy face? really? ❜
He told me something, years ago, when this happened, that I never forgot. See, I was pretty angry at God and bitter towards his world. How could a loving God blind me?
` imperaetor ⊹ ( ‘the penguin’ ) ;
IT TOOK ONLY A MOMENT BEFORE THE AMUSEMENT DROPPED FROM HIS FEATURES. granted, this was a hiccup. a minor hiccup. sometimes, a masked vigilante dressed like the fucking devil barged on your door and let himself in! that was how it went! “one on one. yes.” sly fox (he’d heard of you, oh yes; you’re thorough. you’re impressive). he can appreciate a man spiteful enough, vicious enough, to beat his way through so many of the fine men and women and others on his payroll.
he moved closer, a delighted grin breaking across his features. “don’t tell me. DAREDEVIL. you went through all of this trouble YOURSELF. a regular eagle scout with a chip on your shoulder! do good, fight crime. i’m getting misty.”
❛ no -- not an eagle scout. no chip on my shoulder. just a guy who got fed up with people like you, and decided to do something about it. ❜ for it’s the sort of men that counted themselves among penguin’s caliber, penguin’s ilk, that caused his city the most pain and misfortune, that left it scarred with every selfish move they made. every pained howl of the police siren, every sorrow-filled drone of the ambulance tocsin. this city was not safe, and would remain as such until all of its tar-black streets and dimly-lit allies were swept clean of the ones that plagued it. penguin, as the devil had come to understand it, was one of the most prominent figures of the underworld, one of the higher-end villains on the spectrum. hundreds of men and women worked for him, did his bidding -- god-awful things for the sake of money and mayhem. two-dozen of them, he’d taken out cold tonight alone. and now, he stood face-to-face with the one he’d been after the whole time.
at his sides, his fists clench and unclench tightly. anticipating, ready for anything. if the other’s afraid of him, then, well -- he does a damn good job of masking it, for there’s no irregularity in heartbeat or demeanor that daredevil can detect. not as of yet, anyway; he intended to change that rather soon. ❛ so i’m gonna tell you the same thing i told all the rest of your men, when i caught them. whatever you’re doing in hell’s kitchen, whatever plan you’ve got in motion -- it stops. tonight. ❜ delight in him while you can, oswald, for he’s deathly serious, and not likely to bend. his reputation precedes him, literally and biblically. the devil was never known to be gentle. ❛ you, and all of the criminal friends you’ve made along the way? you’re on your way out. and whether that has to happen the easy way or the hard way ... ... that’s up to you. ❜
❛ How would you know ? ❜
The Last Unicorn (1982) starters.
“COME NOW , DAREDEVIL !” he laughed and clapped his hands together as though something truly humorous had been shared between them . “i’ve seen it happen all the time . good , upstanding , dedicated men like yourself ?” a fine thought , really ; but lady fortune was a bitch and really didn’t discriminate . even he knew the AGONY of this city , sacrilegious and destructive as he was . destruction begat destruction . “this city devours the best of us .” it had devoured a sweet boy with love in his heart ; then a not so sweet future kingpin . but it had not devoured the penguin . “the only question is WHEN .” he smiled . it spoke volumes .
one of these days , you’re going to do something you’ll regret . the penguin only hoped he would be around to watch .
` overindulges ⊹ ( norman jayden ) ;
“ GOOD CHRIST. IS IT CHRISTMAS, OR ARE THE KENNEDYS IN TOWN? If only they could get this kinda turnout at the polls. ” He glanced at Matt’s face. In the immaculate white-tile heart of the teeming department store, a labyrinth of thronging shoppers and festively sartorial displays had shunted them like reeling pachinko balls to the center of the fragrance aisle, and even Norman’s chemically insensate nostrils were not impervious to the assault. Over a cloying rendition of Silver Bells, the hiss of pump-nozzle atomizers rose like the whisper of a gas-leak, and the hundred gleaming shop-girls detonating their hundred gleaming bottles of perfume put Norman in mind of a hand grenade erupting in a rose-garden.
His partner wore the grimace of a man marooned in space, and judging by his uncanny silence, oxygen-levels were running low.
“ Alright. We’re through here. ” Norman took him firmly by the arm, and drawing himself professionally upright, marched him decisively towards the exit. “ Step aside, please – On your right – Pardon me, ma’am, comin’ through – ‘Scuse me, wouldja mind – ? ” He strode past the make-up counters, the great plinths of eyeshadow like enormous water-color sets waiting for a titan’s brush; past the holiday gift-sets and stratiform shopping bags of customers perusing fingerprinted cases or fumbling through handbags and wallets; past a man’s extended elbow – just a little too close – catching his sharp exhale of ‘ watch it, ’ with a wry turn of the lips. “ Sorry, pal. Matter of national security. ”
In lieu of a wink, he gave Matt’s hand a conspiratorial squeeze, and brushed towards the door.
( @vigilawyer // starter? or random lil holiday-ramble bc i couldn’t fit it in an ask. ;; )
he’d never been particularly fond of department stores, least of all the inevitable, teeming expanse of cologne-counters and sample fragrances. vaguely, he could recall his childhood self -- prior to the accident, prior to his heightened senses developing -- going on a last-minute christmas shopping spree with his father, worn-down after a particularly brutal twelve-round match just the night before. bruised left eye, split knuckles bandaged up callously and jammed into his coat pockets; his nose crinkling as they walked through the perfume department, grabbing matt’s hand, walking faster ( ‘c’mon, matty. no time for dawdlin’.’ ) in an attempt to escape the barrage of sickly-sweet scents that threatened to float their way, should they stay in the area a moment longer. it didn’t help, not in the least. matt recalls leaving the store, taking a long, deep breath of the crisp winter air, and still having the scent of eau de fleur parfum stuck in his nostrils. back then, he hadn’t truly been rid of it ‘til the next morning. now, he’s not certain he’ll even manage to survive the trip out of the complex.
or, rather -- he might not have been certain initially, but norman must’ve caught sight of his face at some point, at the poorly-disguised expression of discomfort and lack of oxygen, because he’d grabbed him by the arm posthaste, and led him immediately through throngs of people and scents alike. an elbow brushed them here, a mean word had been muttered in their direction there, but norman paid it no mind, dismissing their haste as a matter of national urgency. and matt ... -- well, the fumes that threaten to choke him might as well have been noxious gas, at this point. but lack of breathable air or not, he’d be damned if he didn’t allow himself the slightest bit of laughter at his partner’s handling of the matter. norman jayden, always crisp and professional and to-the-point. norman jayden, treating everything as a case to work, a job to run, a matter of sensitivity and urgency. matt sometimes felt it was doubly so, when it came to him -- moreso now than ever, having let him in on his secret. but he doesn’t mind it, or so he’s come to find. if anything, he’s added this bit to the tower of reasons he adores the man; a tower which only ever seemed to grow in height, never dwindle.
they reach the exit. norman leads him through the door and back out onto the street, into the frigid, dry air that the winters of new york city were infamous for. in true, theatrical fashion ( or partly that, anyway ), matt’s mouth falls open, and he takes a long, deep breath in. the intermingling scents still linger in the back of his nose, like a shooed fly that just keeps coming back, keeps buzzing around for more; he’ll ‘tune’ them out as best he can. ❛ what do you think, special agent jayden? mission complete, no casualties ... ... ❜ and he laughs in earnest, his hand clasped tightly in norman’s, fingers intertwined. he’s warm, matt thinks; a shield against the chill of the afternoon. a shield against a great many things. absentmindedly, his grip squeezes, as he himself grins almost sheepishly. ❛ granted, we might not’ve found what you came in here looking for, but, ah -- i’d still call it a win. ... what? you wouldn’t? ❜
personal headcanon time!! post-season three, matt does, in fact, take an extended hiatus from his daredevil-esque activities. primarily this has much to do with the fact that at that point, dex has all but soiled the name of daredevil with all the indiscriminate killing he’d done -- in hell’s kitchen especially, the name “daredevil” is synonymous with murder for a long time after season three, and though matt is no longer donning the devil mask specifically, he also doesn’t think it wise to be running around in his original / “devil of hell’s kitchen” suit given the dust still settling and etc.
but in addition to that, a lot of this decision has to do with the fact that matt’s gone through such a turbulent time all throughout season three. the season’s got much to do with his struggles with his identity, with his value as a person, with his shaken faith and finding his footing in his religion and god again, with finding his “real self” and discarding his “facade” -- almost leading him over the edge and to the point of committing murder himself, which would absolutely have not been him. the truth of it is, there was never a facade. i know i’ve said this before, and i’ll say it again: season three confirms not just for me, but also for matt, that there is no daredevil without matt murdock, and no matt murdock without daredevil. the two are one and the same, one cohesive unit, and while it does take him a lot of turmoil and angst and literal blood to come to the conclusion, he does manage.
the end of season three isn’t the resolution, though. i personally feel that there’s a lot in matt’s life / his mind that is left unresolved, and a lot of it has to do with daredevil, and the night with fisk, and rediscovering his own identity. he doesn’t want to put himself back in a position where he may just fly off the edge again. when he goes back out onto the streets to fight for the people, he wants to do it while secure in himself and his convictions.
and while he does ultimately go back to being the devilish protector of the city he so loves, i think that he does it only when he’s certain of who he is and what he needs to do. that takes time, and thought, and self-care especially, which he’d severely neglected in giving himself for the last three seasons, and especially in season three in particular.
he will instead continue to use his heightened senses for good, and in the best, non-violent ways / legal ways that he possibly can, during this time.
` imperaetor ⊹ ( ‘the penguin’ ) ;
@vigilawyer is under the umbrella
“ I , SIR , AM AFFRONTED .” his lips pulled back to reveal teeth , a wheeze of laughter huffing past his lips . he doubled over , an exaggerated , mocking picture of amusement , leaning heavily against his cane as his torso shuddered with another laugh . “it took you long enough !” as if oswald were a common criminal ! it did not befit a RESPECTABLE vigilante to neglect a king . “what is it ? devil ? mr. devil ? you’ve been terrible for business , sir . it’s about time .”
❛ 'figured i’d do it the right way, this time. you know, fight my way from the bottom-up. ❜ and he’s done a damn good job of it, of that much, the devil is certain. he’s stirred up more than just a vague sense of unease within the ranks of the other man’s crime syndicate. rather, he’s broken bones, destroyed product, stolen weapons and tossed them into the depths of the bay. all of it, to get at him -- the man he knows is causing trouble in his city, causing trouble for his people. he cracks an amused smile, shows his teeth, but it’s only a ruse. he means business. he means to take oswald down a few notches. so be it. ❛ it’s daredevil. and you and i -- we need to have a talk, penguin. one on one. ❜
don’t call for the men stationed outside, the tone says. they’re already out cold.
sorry it got all quiet here again; i’ve been busy re: end of the semester stuff and work, and i also haven’t really been feeling that well lately. but i’ll be back come this weekend to get some more stuff rolling! thank you for your patience!!
@overindulges is the husband,
` tirelessheart ⊹ ( karen page ) ;
“won’t know till you do it, hm?” they’re sitting side by side while foggy’s in the other room negotiating what will be the future office of nelson, murdock & page. she can barely hear them through the wall but knows that matt can, but she doesn’t ask to know what they’re saying–whatever’s going on in there will be relayed back to them once foggy’s done. so far, judging by what she can discern from the tones of voices, it seems promising.
“hey matt–remember what i told you? about not coming back right away? are we still okay on that?” getting back into the swing of things, allowing herself to fall into routine again–she needs it, but she’s not sure she needs it right away.
❛ 'tell the truth, i think i’ve already got a pretty good idea, actually. ❜ these last weeks, last months, have been nothing if not a continuous downward spiral, after all. fall after fall after fall into darkness, the likes of which he’d only just escaped. there were moments then that he’d believed he’d really take that final step over the edge, that he’d go beyond the point of return -- truth be told, he’s glad he didn’t. it would not have been him, would not have been daredevil. they stood for justice, not vengeance. he knows that now. and he happens to be sitting just beside one of the three biggest reasons for that.
( in the next room over, foggy’s father claps the aforementioned’s back enthusiastically, laughing, reveling in agreement. the deal’s done; they’ll have the space for their new office: nelson, murdock and page. foggy’ll be back in to tell them -- or just karen, really -- in a few minutes. matt will let him have the pleasure. )
❛ anyway, yeah -- yeah, of course we’re still good on that, karen. i mean, i know foggy got a little ... enthusiastic, what with the napkin. i know i want to be working with you again, too -- with the both of you. it just -- it feels right. but ... ❜ his head lowers, a small smile forms upon his lips. it’s relieved, the sort someone might wear when the elephant in the room’s finally been addressed, but it’s also tired. he imagines karen must look the same way. he’s not the only one this year’s been hell for; in fact, he’s been the source of it, in some cases. ❛ ... as long as it’s on your own terms. however long you need, take it. we’ll be here, karen. we ... ... -- i’m not going anywhere. ❜ not again. never again.
netflix’s daredevil: a summary in two acts
` foolheartedly ⊹ ( foggy nelson ) ;
@vigilawyer
❛ why do i get the feeling you’re about to ask me to do something i really don’t want to do ? ❜
❛ what? no. name one time i’ve asked for something so outlandish that even foggy nelson himself wouldn’t do it. ❜ actually, don’t answer that question, because it’s probable that he’d asked for something of the sort just the other day.
sorry for the sporadic activity!! i’ve had a long week at work, and between that and finals season just around the corner i have had a lot on my plate. if i finish my final dissertation this weekend i will definitely try to pop on and write some things! thank you for your patience. ~
Marvel’s Daredevil (2018) dir. Sam Miller
