#otp: speak my name when you damn me

[rocketboots564]

Here is part one of my thoughts, notes, and reactions to Red Versus Blue Season 9 as a first time watcher!

Yes, I have heard the news about Rooster Teeth. No I will not let that stop me from binging this series one way or another!

The rest of each individual season will be posted separately instead of being a reblog of the first post… mainly because I saw how egregiously long my post on season 8 was.

Season 9 Part 1:

Epsilon… what do you mean nobody’s called you “Director” in a really long time? Sir, season 8 was probably just a couple months ago… I think…

I don’t know how much time has passed from S8 to S9

FIRST OF ALL TUCKER, CHURCH IS CABOOSE’S BEST FRIEND

Wait… how can you get winded if you’re an AI. I mean I know Epsilon is in a memory unit, but does that mean he relives everything in a human body too?

It does make sense that Epsilon doesn’t really know how to use a Rifle. Sure, Church (or Alpha? Imma stick with church) didn’t know how to properly use it either, but he did know how to adjust the scope.

“Torqued in my pants” pffft…

WOAH TUCKER?! You did WHAT IN ALONE TIME? WHAT THE HELL’S “ALONE TIME”? 😦

Erm… what the Metal Gear? I unironically love this stealth mission thing. And knowing South Dakota… I wonder how long it’ll take for this to go tits up…

I’m betting five to ten minutes

also, YESS THE BIG BUCKS BUDGET OF ANIMATED CG SCENES RETURNS.

South MY GOD LISTEN UP?! HAVE YOU NEVER PLAYED ANY STEALTH GAME?! Set up the MOTION DECTETORS!!!

As someone who’s had years of experience sneaking past light sleepers in the dead of night for snacks and video games… I could do this better than you South Dakota.

SOUTH THIS IS WHY WE SET OUR SOLITON RADAR!!! I mean motion detectors… sorry I got Metal Gear Solid on the brain

MY GOD THE ANIMATION?! THE TAG TEAMING?! What happened that got South Dakota to eventually abandon North Dakota?

I too could take 50 of them South… in a fight… definitely a fight

Oop I saw that in the background! Who’s that?!

OOH THEY BAITED ME WITH THE BLACK ARMOR! They almost made me think it Tex… it’s actually well… whoever this cyan lady is

Supportive Sarge? He WANTS to hear the blue perspective? He DOESN’T want to command and yell at his subordinates?

GRIF? CLEANING? Actually I could get behind Maid Grif.

“I actually like being talked down to” woah WOAH SIMMONS?! 🤨 real, me too…

I mean… at least Donut’s still kept his accidental yet somewhat intentional innuendos. And, also his diary apparently…

Damn SHUT UP SOUTH DAKOTA! SHUT UP!! NOBODY HEAR WANTS TO HEAR YOUR SHIT!

North? WHOAH ANIMATED FACES?! NORTH DAKOTA WITH THE CLUTCH!!

Medics = bad luck. Honestly… yeah for you guys they are.

THE PHOTOSHOPPED WET FLOOR SIGN AND MOP IS KILLING ME

The ultimate OTP battle: Caboose x Sheila versus Caboose x Email

Listen… Tucker… never in a million years will I ever call you Professor Fuck

Damn the Freelancer Program only has ranked mode? No wonder they’re all assholes

CONNECTICUT? SHE’S CT? Yeah I can see why you’re so mad about your low rank… you’ll get your shit rocked by Professor Fuck of all people. Fuck it… it’s a funny name

So like… you know you’ve got absolutely dogshit rizz when Caboose has a better shot at dating someone than you.

Speaking of which… Caboose is now in my top 5 of the most dateable guys in this show. Like take this quote from him:

“I just really want to meet someone nice. Someone who appreciates me for who I am not so much because I’m pretty but because they really want to get to know me…”

HOW HAS THIS MAN NOT WOOED THE HEARTS OF THOUSANDS?

Tucker has NO rizz…

Oh wow Epsilon, just drop the existential dread on your teammates like that with no warning. It is a damn good thing your teammates either don’t understand it or don’t care.

Huh… seems even in a memory unit in which everyone is different fate still finds a way to make Grif lazy and sarcastic again.

Then again, that’s kinda happening with the rest of Red Team as well, minus Simmons and Lopez

Also, LOPEZ IS BACK! And this time is immediately beefing with Simmons… or rather the other way around.

“I’ll show you who’s likable and funny, and who people like” SIMMONS BABY ITS YOU! YOUR THE ONE I LOVE! YOUR THE ONE I NEED!

I just like Simmons… a perfectly normal amount…

Conclusion: this season already fucking ROCKS I LOVE IT! HOLY SHIT THIS IS AWESOME!

#red versus blue #red vs blue #rvb #rvb caboose #rvb church #rvb sarge #rvb simmons #rvb tucker #rvb epsilon #rvb freelancers #rvb season 9 #rooster teeth #Carolina can step on me–WHO SAID THAT?!

[grassclippers]

❤︎

~TW-mentions of suicide, crude language ,and terrible grammer~

~AhkmenrahxFem!reader~

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AN-Dude is so fine.His eyeliner do be on fleek!The relationship is already established. ❤︎

         Y/N Pov:

I wake to a boring dull casket that people will look at and think of me if only they new me as the strong independent women I am instead of the whimpering   idiot I was in history books, playbills ,and biographies. Damn, I really love the depression color white on the tomb I was buried in it really shows how much my people care about me. As I slowly awake from my tomb and leave the marble slab that covered my body on the floor. i slowly think of ways to kill myself and wonder if i die would I come back to life the next morning or would it be the ultimate death.                                                                                               Then I realize i have the ~4th King of the 4th king of the Egyptians~ as a husband. Life is good. As i slowly walk out of my cinnamon colored room that is filled with incense ,depression ,and jars that were full of humanly organs. When i leave through the door~I get abruptly yelled at by Lancelot~ My dear lady be careful for the rabid beast called a monkey is beneath your feet.I slowly looked down and a saw the monkey who’s name was dexter spin and twist around my feet. ohh shit~ i slowly feel myself start to fall but feel a two warm hands catch me. I look up and see Ahkmenrah are you okay he asked with a pleasant smile. emotionally or physically because both are deteriorating i say with a weak smile.                                                                                                                                 He slowly lifts me up and brings me up to standing height. He stares in my eyes and slowly moves the hair that fell in my face behind my ear. I slowly blink back to reality when i hear Lancelot scream in the distance as he chases Dexter saying that is not a way you treat a lady and he should have been more gentle with a frail women like Y/N. I just stand there looking at Lancelot with a ~ Bitch how dare you stare~. My love Ahkmenrah said with positivity shall we go on a walk. I mumble yes as his arm takes my hand. My Love tho I truly enjoy your personality why have you been even more depressing than usual Ahkmenrah said.                                                                                                                               I slowly take my hand from his and stare both my hand with such disappointment. I guess i realized that there will be no callback or second chance that all my mistakes are ground with me .That i will forever have to  feel the anguish of all my mistakes and unruly choices. That even though i try my hardest there will be those who don’t have to to try at all and still accomplish more that when the tablet is gone i will fade from existence and all meaning. I said as the light faded from my eyes. I hear a mumble of word coming from Ahkmenrah as he slowly says you speak the truth as he slowly pulls you into a hug. As You both are drowning in each others embrace He whispers in your ear  But at least we are OTP.                                                                                                             You both pull out of the embrace giggling. Ahkmenrah slowly leads you two towards Teddy, Larry, and Lancelot since you see that they are talking probably about dexter. You slowly enter the perimeter of the three to here whispering and mumbling. You enter the conversation with a ~Are you guys talking about Pocahontas~? They all slowly shake there heads no .Immediately you loose intrest in this none Pochantas conversation as Ahkmenrah joins in with the whispering and mumbling. Larry noticing you haven’t talked our stare at any of them them asks Why do you care so much about Pocahntas? And how do you know who Pocahonast is? I make detract eye contacted with Larry and say I saw the picture show with your son and why don’t you care about the slaughter of the native Americans?                                                                                              Knowing you made everyone feel uncomfortable and the air feel awkward you smile. you feel a weight on your back and a whisper from Ahkmenrah saying ~know do you feel better? accompanied with a light kiss on the cheek. As you slowly answer yes.  -🌱✂️

#night at the museum x reader #ankxreader #ankmenrahxreader #Ankmenrah x reader #Ankmenrah #Ankhmenrahxreader

[longeyelashedtragedy]

granit and uhhhhhhhhh šime 😭

i was legit just thinking about šime earlier today 😭

@colorsofmyseason also asked me granit so i will answer š's here and then tag u in that one!

favorite thing about them: man, of everyone who's made an appearance on my favs list, he is absolutely the most mysterious, both because he is mysterious but also because he would rarely do an interview in a language i can understand (tyoma is monolingual but somehow very understandable anyway 😂). šime speaks spanish and english but would only really do interviews in croatian or italian i feel like. so i feel like i know so little about him! but of course: he has the absolute most beautiful footballer tattoos (that BUTTERFLY!!!), fantastic taste in music, and his sense of style--a little more alternative/edgy than other footballers. he's clearly a guy who did his own thing without seeking a lot of external validation, and it was fascinating how he comes across as very mysterious but very steady at once. he's also very uniquely beautiful--there is that "you can tell a lot about a person based on whether they think šime or dejan is hotter" concept 😂 and the whole tungelr knows where i stand on this, but, damn if šime's slutty pirate/širen self isn't captivating to stare at. i miss him SO much and think constantly about how he essentially gave his whole career to the 2018 world cup without realizing.

something else is how humble and normal he always came across. of course you can only know about these people what they put on social media, but back when he was active on there, he was never vacationing to dubai or ibiza or on some yacht--he'd go home to Zadar and repair old cars with a grungy tshirt tied around his head.

least favorite thing about them: that he knocked up some Instagram Hot Lady and got together with her! and disappeared off social media and is made of literal glass! promise i'm not showing favoritism--i don't think šejan had a dramatic and bad breakup, but i think science kind of proves that the breakup was driven by šime bc dej is persistent as fuck and clearly a very devoted long distance boyfriend 😂

favorite line: omg i can't remember the exact translation of it, but it was during the wc when he was like "you film me doing everything, you'd probably film me taking a piss" and dej was like "THAT'S RIGHT!!!" i mean, the šejan lajvs had a ton of classics that i could go back and find, but i'm contractually obligated to say that one

brOTP: ŠLUKA! i loved their drunk asses together at the Slutty Pirate Party in zadar after the wc

there's a lotta good photos but obviously this one has širtless content so... I also feel like šime and domo would make a great brotp.

notp (switching these next two around): probs will piss off some section of gen z tumblr saying this kind of thing but...his girlfriend/fiancee/wife/whoever. just...Not feelin the vibe

otp: i mean...

to see šejan, two grown ass men, in hysterical giggles in their own private world, is something else entirely. those 2 really had something going on. they kind of had "read each other's minds and finish each other's sentences" vibes, except they were usually laughing too hard to even finish a sentence. at the same time, šime's calm, even energy was obviously so healthy for dejan's uh, in the words of Mo, stormy head. it breaks my heart that it is over.

(PLUS. when deki said šime should get his name tattooed on him on šime's pornographic workout livestream...)

(i think all my other photos are on insta somewhere)

random headcanon: i don't think i have one? in mare liberum, i want to figure out the headcanon about how he uh...got Cursed to become...what he is (NO SPOILERS even though i think mare liberum only has one reader lol).

unpopular opinion: idk what would be unpopular? i think that like, his playing when he wasn't injured was super underrated.

song i associate with them: so these are songs i associate with him because i've seen him listening to them:

badr hari by grše | california love by dr dre/2pac | i'm still standing by elton john (LOL) | klinka by jala brat (the song in the background of the Pissing Video).

jgb edit of deixa a gira girar by os tincoãs because i listened to this on repeat while writing 5.VII lol. i think i wrote the entire bathroom porn scene in 1 sitting and i needed something awesome to power me through

and then also... song for the siren by this mortal coil | o meu amor marinheiro performed by carminho (this song makes me cRYYYYyyY...i think it played a big part in inspiring mare liberum)

favorite picture:

ok i know this seems like a copout because it doesn't have his face, but...there's something about it

#perfectpiety #answered #šime #THANK YOU #I MISS HIM...

[skyfallslayer]

The Daughter of The (Dare)Devil - Story 5

Series Masterlist

Series Summary: A Series of stories revolving around the MCU timeline of Matt Murdock and his Daughter, Kaila. Being the child of a vigilante can be hard and scary at times, but it doesn’t mean she ain’t going to enjoy the most of it.

(Can be read as Y/N if you’d like)’

Story Summary: Kaila knew she should have made up an excuse and pushed him away, but she knew she couldn't patch him up alone. She just hopes Foggy isn't going to pass out before strangling her father or herself (Set during S1E9 ,E10 & E11, "Speak of The Devil", "Nelson V Murdock" & “The Path of The Righteous” ).

Date: 10/7

Rating: Mature

Word Count: 9941 (Another long one, my friends)

Warning: Karedevil (My OTP); Changing POVs (?); Possible OOC (?); Lots of Blood; Traumatic Moments; Brief mention of Rape; Possible Medical Inaccuracy; Talks of Lying and Betrayal; Lots of Angst; References To Possible Abandonment; Panic Attacks; Talks of Disability; Talks About Dying/Murdering; Matt Being a Bad Dad (?); Slight Child Neglect; Kaila Being Drugged/Kidnapped. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!!

A/N: So, so sorry this took forever! I wrote most of the story and then I was having a bit trouble editing it. Plus, I just got done having Lasik and is in bed rest, so forgive me if there are some typos.

Everything was a giant blur from Josie’s to his friend’s apartment.

How he even got there without blacking out was beyond him, and maybe it was just the alcohol controlling his every move and thoughts, but he was burning with sadness and anger at what had occurred hours beforehand. He felt mentally drained. The fact that an innocent woman has lost her life because they told her to keep fighting struck him hard.

But he was not going to give up now. He -They- can’t let Fisk win. 

His fist pounded against the banged up door, hoping his voice wouldn’t quiver too much.

“Matt!” He yells, but the courage dies down as soon as he mutters his friend’s name. “Come on, Matt. I need to talk to you, Matt. Or… Kai, if you’re only there, can you let me in? I gotta… I need to talk to your dad.”

He chuckles nervously, sadly, when he receives no answer, but prays someone’s still there. “We need to keep going, Matt. We gotta nail that bastard to the wall.” He bares his teeth, anger coming back. “We gotta make him pay… for Elena… for everything.”

He heard what sounded like a crash coming on the other side, making him straighten up, spiraling emotions changing to concern. His brows pinched together, mind reeling at what could’ve just happened.

“Matt? Are you okay in there? Kai?” He calls out, and starts fiddling with the door knob, not budging at all.

Damn it! Why did I forget the spare key?! He scolds himself.

He tries one last time, pulling and shouting, “Murdocks?!”

When he didn’t get any indication they were okay, he turns and runs up the stairs for the roof. His heart was immediately in his throat, his palms sweaty, the alcohol induced fog was starting to lift and as the dam of bad thoughts came crashing through. 

He threw open the second entrance of his friend’s apartment, staring down into his pitch black living room. His eyes squinted as he tried to spot any kind of movement, but he was missing some key problems in the house that he wouldn’t discover until later (like the broken furniture and/or missing furniture). 

"Kai? Matt? It's me.” He calls out, cautiously, worriedly. “I heard a crash.” 

He got no answer as he slowly wandered down the stairs, still looking around for any shadows. He was practically gnawing at his cheek, hands shaking as they slid down the railing.

“Not like the fun, sexy-time kind, But…” He continues, getting closer to the bottom. “More like the… I've-fallen-and-I-can't-get-up variety." He frowns. “Sorry… you had to hear that, Kai, I just—”

On the last step, his foot nearly went straight through the floor. He takes a step up backwards, spotting that the last stair had been shattered by some unknown force. If his heart wasn’t already pounding like a drum then it sure is now. That’s when he starts to notice the out of place things, growing paler as he hops to the floor, frantically looking around.

Worriedly scaredly he grabs his friend’s guiding stick, holding it up like it was a baseball bat. He swallows, and announces, “If anyone who’s in here is not supposed to be, I will mess you up. I’m not kidding.”

He sounded nervous, sure, who else wouldn’t be? There was this potential that he was all alone with—

Then, a shadow from his left grew, and it was groaning quietly. Painfully. He watches as the man from the newspaper comes strolling out of the bedroom, one arm cradling their stomach. 

He surely feared the worst at this point.

"Where are they?” He says, trembling hands tightening his hold. “What have you done to the Murdocks?"

As soon as he said those words, the figure stumbled forward, and collapsed. Still tensed, yet almost surprised that that happened, he heedfully uses the stick to give the figure a couple of pokes, which got no response but he could see the chest moving very, very slowly.

“Shit…” He mutters, dropping his ‘weapon’.

He kept his eyes trained on the figure while he fished out his phone, dialing three numbers, letting it ring. But as the light from his phone illuminates the room, he finally has a real good look at the man in the mask. Besides being covered in blood, he could make out the figure’s five o’clock shadow, with a jawline he felt like he had seen before. 

Whether he was just being stupid, or maybe it was just his curiosity speaking, or his gut was telling him to hang up, but he did. He felt himself drawn to this man, mindfully looking over the injuries as he crouched down. Soon—

He took off the mask.

And that felt like a ton of bricks hitting the back of his skull.

A gasp fell from his lips as he leaned back.

No. No way… He tells himself, his brows scrunching together.

“Matt?” He said, wondering if he said his name out loud that it wouldn’t be true. There’s no way his best friend’s the—

“F-Foggy?”

Foggy’s heart skips a beat (and maybe there was a bit of relief hearing her). He lets his head snap towards her way, watching as she looks just as surprised, and scared as she is as she clenches what could be medical supplies in her arms. He makes a quick look over, noting she looked unharmed, just extremely pale and frazzled.

But is she even real? Foggy feels himself blinking a few times, checking if she really was.

“Kaila?” He said, and started looking between the two. There was still no way this was happening. “What… What is… H-How…?��

God, his chest was starting to feel so tight.

The young girl started shaking her head. “F-Foggy. Foggy l-look…” She begins, setting the things aside and coming his way. She makes sure she has his attention. “Look at me. I-I know this looks bad, and I-I promise I-I’ll explain everything afterwards, b-but you have to help me.”

His heart tightened at her words, the desperate tone. The lawyer finds himself between two worlds that were pulling on him hard. His eyes kept going back and forth again with disbelief because he still couldn't wrap his head around this. He wanted to just keep staring at his friend, but his niece was always bringing him back.

“Foggy! Please! Please. I’m begging you. Please.” Kaila pleads, tears in her eyes that he wanted to wipe away (He hated when she cried). “Please, help me. Please.”

Foggy looked at Matt again, it was almost less painful to look at him then a crying child. But still… They were both so chilling to see.

God, Matt. Is this what you’ve been doing to her? He mentally asks, and exhales rigidly.

He blink away the salt building his eyes, before locking eyes with her, trying to be the strong adult here, and says,

“Give me the first aid kit.” He watches her freeze, almost stunned by his answer (Did she really think he wouldn’t help?). “Kaila! The first aid kit!”

She jerks up to a standing position. “Right. Right. Right! Shit! Um–”

She scrambles back to where she dumped all the items, grabbing everything she could again as Foggy started to peel up Matt’s shirt. He nearly gags as the red ooze drips off the fabric, and from the smell of dirty water.

“Uh…” Foggy groans, swallowing the heavy bile in his throat. “Oh… please tell me your dad is just a nighttime swimmer.”

Kaila drops to her knees beside him, also swallowing as she attempts to keep her cool. “Okay, let’s see.”

“Kai, these are extremely deep.”

“I-I know! I Just… uh…” She starts fiddling around for the sewing kit. “I-I think I have enough to sew him all up.”

Foggy’s eyes widened. “What?!” He said, flabbergasted. “You’re not sewing him up!”

“Why not?! I’ve done it before!” Kaila retaliates.

“What?! Since when?!”

“Since my fucking father decided to do this! Now, go get me a washcloth.”

“No!” He yells back, shaking his head. “No, no, no, no, no, no. NO.”

She casts him a look of confusion and frustration. “Foggy?!”

“No, Kai! No! I mean— Jesus! He’s–” Foggy uses his clammy hands to check his friend’s pulse below his ear. There was a tiny, tiny flutter. “Shit. He needs to go to the hospital!”

It was her turn to shake her head. “No! No, He can’t go to the hospital!”

“He needs professional help! Not a quick patch up by an almost fifteen year old!”

“Foggy! He’s–”

“Kai. Hospital. He needs a hospital. Jesus–” He stands up bitterly, pulling out his phone again. “I’m going to call.”

“No!!” Kaila yells, bolting up and latching her hand on his bicep. “Foggy, listen, he… um…” Her eyes widened. “Wait. You said professional! That’s it!”

“What? What’s professional?”

“Th-That uh, that um, lady! The one you call Hottie McBurner-Phone! She’s…”

“She’s what?”

“She’s a nurse! That's why my dad gave her a phone! Just in case! I just need to find it! Um…” She cusses under her breath, gripping her hair as she racks her brain. “Shit, shit. Where did he put it? Um…”

Foggy practically broke seeing how messed up she looks like right now. So beyond scared. So pale and red eyed. This…

This isn’t right. He clenches his jaw, and was a split second of way disobeying her to call an ambulance before–

“Un… Und… Under th-the… f-floor…” Matt whispered out the blue.

“Matt?” Foggy chokes out in surprise.

“Un… under the fl-floor b-board. B-Bedroom…” 

Kaila perks up. “Right. Right! I’ll call her!” She says, and bolts into the bedroom.

“F-F-Foggy…” Matt slurred, getting his friend’s full attention.

The lawyer crawled closer, touching his shoulder gently. “Matt? Buddy? You with us?” He asked, worriedly, but all he got was a groan in response. “Come on, Matty, stay awake. Stay awake until that nurse friend of yours gets here.”

But his friend never opened his eyes. Instead, he just laid concernedly still. Foggy gives him a nudge, calling out his name.

“Shit!” 

“She’s on her way!” Kaila said, running back to their sides. “How’s dad?”

“Out of it again. He won’t respond. He’s…” Foggy checks his pulse once more, barely getting a flutter. “He’s barely hanging on.” He runs his hand through his hair. “God, he needs a hospital. How long until she gets here?”

“She says she doesn’t live that far. Probably ten, fifteen minutes, give or take.” She replies, voice shaking.

“Well… do you know what she looks like? A name?”

“No.”

“No?” He sighs heavily. “Jesus Christ. Matt didn’t tell you anything?!”

She hits him in the arm. “Will you stop yelling at me! My dad hardly tells me anything nowadays.”

His shoulders immediately slacked, guilt gnawing at him as he mentally cursed at himself.

Why to go, Nelson. You’re the asshole now. 

He sighs. “I’m sorry. I’m just really stressed and upset, and I’m taking it out on you.” He replies, bowing his head in shame. “But as we’re both waiting, let’s take his shirt off. It’ll make it easier for the nurse.”

“Okay.” She says, nodding. “I’ll grab some scissors so we don’t have to move him too much.”

“Good Idea.”

She starts searching around in the first aid kit, eyes soon finding the shiny black scissors. She hands it over to Foggy who carefully starts cutting Matt’s shirt open. 

“I’ll work on the shirt, you start taking boots off, then work on the pants.” Foggy begins, eyes plastered on his task. “We gotta see if he has any more injuries.”

She does what she’s told, quickly loosening the laces on her father’s boots just enough to slip them off before doing his socks. Meanwhile, Foggy had cut the whole thing open, and was slowly sliding the shredded fabric off his friend’s muscular arms and pulling it out from underneath him. Kaila manages to get the belt off when they hear a round of knocking.

“Go get it.” Foggy said, resuming the task for her. “I’ll finish up.”

Kalia springs up to her feet, running to the door and opening it on the second round of knocking. She was met with a very beautiful woman who had nothing on but some pajama pants and an oversize sweatshirt. She seemed surprised by the quick response.

“Um… Sorry!” Kaila said, opening the door more. “I'm a little out of it. Are you the nurse friend?”

The woman blinks, seemingly confused. “Uh, yes. I’m Claire.” She said with a little smile. “I’m assuming you’re Matt’s daughter?”

The teenager tilts her head. “He’s told you about me?”

“A few times after we got to know each other.” Claire gestures to the inside. “May I?”

“Oh… yes! Of course.” Kaila steps out of the way to let her in before shutting the door. “Now, uh, I must warn you, Miss Claire. A friend of my dad’s is here right now, and um… my dad never told him about his nightly activities. So excuse his outbursts, he’s just… stressed right now.”

Claire nods in understanding. “Sounds like your father.”

“I guess you really know him then.” Kaila gestures for her to follow. “We took most of his clothes off to make it a little easier for you. Hope that was the right call.”

“It was.” 

Foggy looks up from his spot on the floor after discarding Matt’s pants, leaving the beaten man only in his boxer. Claire held back a gasp as she crouched down next to him. 

“What the hell happened?” She asked, checking his pulse.

“I-I don’t know.” Foggy replies, watching her carefully, concernedly.

“I know my dad mentioned something about going after Fisk. But I’m not sure if this is his doing or somebody else's.” Kaila explains, before feeling her Uncle’s eyes on her.

“Fisk? Matt was going after Wilson Fisk?” He asked with anger not towards her. 

“These wounds look like knives. Or swords, maybe.” Claire says, ignoring the obvious tension in the air. “Has he coughed up any blood?”

“Not that I know of.” Kaila replies, thinking back.

“Well just in case he has some internal bleeding, we’re going to turn him on his side.” She locks eyes with the other adult. “Mr…?”

“Foggy.” He says, earning a nod.

“Foggy? Okay. I need you to turn and hold him on his side while I patch him. And sweetheart-” She looks at the teenager. “Go grab some towels for me.” Kaila leaves to do so, while Claire pokes around the near dead man some more. “He’s lost a lot of blood.”

“Do you think he needs a transfusion?” He asked while turning Matt on his side, keeping him still.

“Maybe.” She replies, pulling out her sewing kit. “Do you know his blood type?”

“Uh… A negative.”

“A Negative? That’s a little rare.”

“Got the towels.” Kaila said, kneeling back down. 

“Good.” Claire said, threading the needle. “Do you happen to have the same blood type as your Father?”

“Yeah. I do.”

“Okay, then. Be on standby, I might need you to give a transfusion.”

Both Foggy and Kaila stayed silent as she did her job as quickly, but professionally as possible (which they were incredibly thankful for). She cleaned and sewed, and put the gauzes around his wounds. Luckily, no bones were broken, just a few bruised ribs and a few small scraps. She finishes up by rubbing a clean cloth over his skin to soak up any remaining before facing them. 

“Alright, he’s all patched up. Help me move him to the couch.”

They nod, and carefully pick him up; Foggy by his head, Claire by his feet, and Kaila holding his torso up. Like a porcelain doll, Matt was placed so delicately on the used couch before covering him with a thin blanket. Once that was done, they all sighed with a heavy relief.

“So… my dad doesn’t need blood?” Kaila asked, quietly. It was hard to look at nothing but her father right now.

“Not for right now. But if you see one of the bigger wounds re-open or he starts coughing it up, call me and we might have to consider doing that. Okay?” Claire replies, making the younger Murdock nod.

Claire gives her shoulder a gentle squeeze before she slips past her to back up her things. Foggy following close by.

“So, you’re the mysterious burner phone lady.” He said, trying to lighten the mood a little.

She chuckles. “I am. And you're a close friend?”

He frowns. “After today? I’m not so sure.”

She copies his expression. “Listen, I’m sure Matt had his reasons. He sure had his reasons with me.”

“Yeah but… why?” He throws his hands up. “What’s his reason with you? How long have you known him?”

“That is for him to tell you. I’m sorry.” Claire touches his shoulder, whispering, “And go easy on her. Knowing the poor kid, she didn’t have a choice in her father’s… nightly activities.” She removes her hand. “Nice meeting you, Foggy. Take care of yourself.”

She bids the teenager goodbye, and leaves, which resulted in another long period of silence.

Kaila purses her lips, her coco orbs still glued to her father. “If you ask me something, go ahead.” She said, but he just shook his head.

“No. You’re not going to have the answers I’m looking for.” Foggy replies, and turns on his heels straight for the bathroom. 

•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°

When the sun was fully up it must have been a queue for Matt to wake up. He grunts awake in pain and discomfort, his fingers twitching under the blanket to snag the sticky bandages against his skin. Kaila snaps her head up from the sound, immediately springing up from her chair. 

“Dad!” She said, stumbling to his side.

He turns towards her, almost surprised. “K-Kaila…?” He gasps, while peeling back the gauze on his lower stomach, checking the damage.

“Whoa, whoa! Don’t do that.”

“Yeah, listen to you kid.” Foggy interrupted from the kitchen, closing the fridge. “Then again, maybe you wouldn’t. The hell do I know about Matt Murdock?”

Kaila frowns. “Foggy–”

“Did you guys stitch me up?” Matt cuts in, almost choking on his words because his best friend was here. His friend… finally knew his secret.

“Dad–”

“Nope.” Foggy butts in, taking a long sip of beer as he paced to the side of the couch they were on. “That was your nurse friend.”

Matt’s tensed shoulders relaxed a little. “Claire?”

“Yeah. Kai got a hold of her after begging me not to get you to a hospital.” He continues, sitting down on one of the chairs. “You told us where the burner phone was after she nearly had a panic attack trying to find it.”

“I don’t remember.” Matt frowns, memories still fuzzy. “Sorry.”

“Yeah, well tell that to your kid who covers your ass.”

Kaila’s heart clenched. “Foggy…” She said, watching him stare at the ground.

“She was hot, by the way.” Foggy says, bitterly, adding more salt to the wound. He scoffs quietly. “But I guess you already knew that, huh?”

Matt tries speaking before his daughter could. “Look, Foggy–”

“Just tell me one thing, Matt.” He stares back in his friend’s direction, the hurt stretching across his face. “Are you even really blind?”

Kaila chuckles in shock. “Foggy! Of course he can’t see! Are you serious?!” She asks, as he holds up his hand.

“Kai, I love you, but let this conversation be between me and your dad, please.” Foggy replies, standing up and starts pacing again.

Shortly after doing so, the blind man explains how his vision works, which get’s the other Lawyer all wound up at this… insane answer.

“So, you can see.” He said, running his hand through his hair.

“That’s not… you’re not– Are you even listening to what I’m saying?” Matt asked back, a bitterness on his tongue.

“Yeah, world on fire, I got it! But you can see, right?”

“Yeah, in a manner of speaking. But I–”

“No! No manner!!” Foggy yells, waving around his angry fist. He exhales loudly, turning around and flashing an inappropriate hand gesture. “How many fingers am I holding up?”

Matt exhales too, ignoring the sharpness in his chest. “One.”

Foggy stands back in shock, shoulders slacking. Kaila could see the gears in his turning; processing all the shit he’s just seen and heard. 

She frowns. “Foggy?” She says, concernedly as he sits in the chair she once occupied. 

“All these years, I actually felt sorry for you.” Was his reply.

“I didn’t ask for that. I never… I never asked for that.” Matt counters back, voice leveling out again.

Foggy’s jaw tightens. “Yeah, I didn’t ask to be lied to. I thought we were friends.”

“We are.”

“You lied to me, Matt, since the day we met!”

“What did you expect me to say, Foggy?” Matt asked, irritated. “‘Hi, I’m Matt. I got some chemicals splashed in my eyes when I was a kid that gave me heightened senses’.”

“Well, maybe not lead with that!” Foggy said, jumping out of his seat, and started pacing. “Jesus. Is that how you told Kai?” 

“I didn’t even tell my dad after it happened.” Matt says, ignoring that comment about his kid.

“But you told that nurse, Claire!”

“Because I didn’t have a choice.” He sighs. “She found me in the dumpster, All right? Half dead. She didn’t… she didn’t tell you?”

“She wouldn’t say anything about all this.” Foggy admits, relaxing a little again. “She seems nice.”

“She is.”

“I liked her.” Kaila whispers, and grabs her dad’s hand; A silent way of telling him she’s still here. 

He gives a weak squeeze back, and listens to his friend wandering towards the window, sighing heavily. His brain was back to spinning like a top. It took him a long time to work up the courage to ask something.

“Did you blow up those buildings? Shoot those cops?” Foggy finally asked, praying that his best friend would say ‘no’.

“Do you really need to ask that?” Kaila asked, irritated as well. How could he even say something like that?

“Yeah, Kai, I think I do.” He plops back down in the chair, becoming all tense again.

Matt’s heart was about to snap at that question, even sparing a small tear down his face. “I-It w-was F-Fis-sk. It w-was all Fisk.”

“He did this to you?”

“He and Nobu.”

“Nobu?”

“Yeah, I think he’s some kind of… ninja.”

Foggy blinks. “A ninja?”

“I think.”

The man threw his hands up, shooting off his chair once more. “What are you doing, Matt? You’re a lawyer. You’re supposed to be helping people.”

Matt clenches his jaw again. “I am.” 

“In a mask! Do you know what they call that? A vigilante. Someone who acts outside of the law.”

Suddenly there was a quiet ringing of someone’s cell phone.

.

[Karen] 

[Karen]

[Karen]

.

Kaila immediately perks up, letting go of her father’s hand to grab his phone off the floor, unfortunately she wasn’t quick enough.

“Foggy!” She says, standing up and following him. She mentally curses how short she is as he starts holding the phone obnoxiously high, and uses his free hand to keep her away. “Foggy, please! You can’t!”

“She deserves to know, Kai. And I think you know that.” Foggy replies, which halts his niece a little.

Did she secretly want Karen to know?

“You can’t tell her, Foggy, please.” Matt begs when his daughter stops protesting.

“Is this what you do?” He asks, silencing the phone with a hurtfulness in his voice. “When we call, trying to get you to come out for drinks? Trying to find you when bombs are going off and we’re worried? Is this what you do to me and Karen? Do you ghost your own daughter who’s probably more worried then me and Karen combined? Do you?”

Both Murdocks stayed silent for two separate reasons as they heard the tiny voice on the phone.

.

[Voicemail]

.

Foggy casts a sad look to the device, before looking at the other adult. “Do you just hit ignore?” He asks, and tosses the phone back onto the floor. 

Matt shakes his head. “No.”

On cue the teenager’s phone started playing a song.

.

[I Dare You,

 To Be Yourself,

 To See Yourself–]

.

Kaila scrambled to fish it out of her pocket, seeing a silly picture of Karen on her screen. She moves to decline it, but–

“Don’t decline it.” Foggy says, harsher than he wanted it to. 

She blinks. “What?” 

“I said don’t decline it. Tell her what’s going on.”

“But I–”

“Kai, please don’t.” Matt croaked, sternly.

“Matt, for Christ's sake! She deserves to know!” Foggy counters back.

Matt shakes his head. “No… not yet, just… don’t answer it.”

“Matt, come on! She–”

“Foggy, she doesn't! She–”

“Matt!” 

The two adults started to argue, which seemed to get louder and louder with each syllable. It was suffocating. Confusing. Kaila didn’t even realize that her breathing was getting a bit heavier, and started bringing her hands up to the side of her head. Her chest felt like it was getting tighter, and tighter, and tighter–

The adults must have noticed because now they were starting to panic.

“Hey, hey, hey. Kiddo, hey.” Foggy said, coming over worriedly.

“Kaila…” Matt groans, trying to get up but is shot down by a wave of pain. “Kai. Breath. Make sure she’s breathing, Foggy.”

“Yeah, yeah. Of course. Hey-” He touches her shoulder slowly, getting her dazed expression on him. “Hey, K-Pop. Breath for me, okay? Like this.”

He shows her how to inhale and exhale steadily, encouraging her softly to do so. The teenager begins to follow, chest becoming stiller, panting becoming quieter, hands loosening on her hair. Foggy smiles bittersweetly.

“Good.” He says, patting her shoulders.

Matt sighs with relief. “Oh, thank god…”

Kaila sinks back to the floor afterwards, bringing her knees up to her chest and starts zoning out from the embarrassment. But even zoned out she kept her now silent cell phone close, and out of reach from her Uncle. But the string of calls would never end when another phone started to ring.

“It’s her again.” Foggy whispers, waving his device.

Matt’s frown deepens. “Please, Foggy.”

He almost, almost considers listening to his friend, but when he takes one good look at his Niece, he decides against it. He accepts, and brings it up to his ear. “Hey.”

Karen perked up on the other end of the line, shocked she finally got a call back.

‘Hey. I tried calling Matt and Kai. Where are you guys?’

“I’m at their place.”

‘Is everything okay?’

“No, Matt was…” He takes another look at the Murdocks. “Matt was in an accident.

‘Oh, my god. What happened?’

“He was in a car accident.”

‘Matt was driving?’

She sounded skeptical, way too skeptical for his liking. 

He bites his lip. “No, he, um… he got hit.”

‘Well, is he all right?’

Foggy heard her sigh.

Look, I… I’m coming over.’

“No, stay at the office. We need you there. There’s nothing you can do here.”

‘Okay… Well is Kaila okay? I can get her if you–’

“I got this, Karen. I’ll call you if we need anything.” He hangs up the phone.

“Thank you.” Matt said, just above a whisper.

Foggy fights back angry tears. “Screw you. I just lied to somebody that I care about. I want to know everything. And don’t you leave a damn thing out.”

Matt sucked in a breath, and then quietly said, “Kai, maybe you should sit this one out.”

The tension in the air you could cut with a knife, Kaila could see it. I think really anyone could. And as much as she wanted to play referee, she knows that Foggy wants to know everything. Every little detail about her father’s work; His work that… 

Well…

She doesn’t even know half of it. 

And as much as that seems unfair, she decides to leave anyone. She was the last calm thing before the storm.

•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°

Is it still eavesdropping if she was sitting in her room? I mean she wasn’t trying to listen to their very important conversation, but it was kind of hard not to when they’re being so damn loud. 

It started off being quiet for the most part, until her Uncle started pacing around, looking for something…

.

.

.

Foggy opens up the living room wardrobe. He moves the top half of the box that was filled with Grandpa Murdock’s boxer robe, revealing some extra knee pads and military combat boots.

“How the hell do you get all this crap?” He asked, watching his partner half upright on the couch, looking sluggish. 

“The internet.” Was Matt’s response, which seemed to piss off his friend more.

“The internet.” Foggy inhales and closes the box and doors. “Thought you long-underwear types stitched these together yourselves.”

“I never learned how to sew.”

“But you learned how to fight. That news footage of you in the alley, after the bombing, the way you were flipping around; Your dad was a boxer. He didn’t teach you any of that stuff, did he?”

“He didn’t want me to fight. You know that.”

“So how’d you get so good at it?”

Matt pushes himself completely up, hissing through his teeth at the pain. “An old man named Stick.”

Foggy scoffed, shaking his head in disbelief. “You’re shitting me.”

“He found me at the orphanage. Blind like me. Well…” He brings his water bottle close to his lips. “Almost like me.”

“A blind old man… taught you the ancient ways of martial arts.” Foggy raises an eyebrow. “Isn’t that the plot to Kung fu?”

“I know how it sounds.” 

He smacks his lips. “I don’t think you do.”

“He did more than start my training. He taught me that my blindness wasn’t a disability, that…” Matt says, listening as his friend sits down (And his daughter shifts on her bed too). “Sight was a distraction. He helped me understand everything I could do.”

“Define ‘everything’.” Foggy replies, still not buying it. 

“It’s hard to explain, Foggy. M-My abilities… I-I j-just know things, okay.”

“No, not okay. Can you read my mind? Can you predict the future? What? What things do you just know?”

“I know you haven’t showered since yesterday morning. But you rinsed your face in my kitchen sink.” Matt explains, slowly, hearing as his friend sits back in shock. “I know you had onions in your lunch two days ago. I know you’re hungry… and tired.” Foggy stands up, gripping his head. “And I know the more I say, the faster your heart beats.”

Now that got the other lawyer to stop.

Foggy froze, and drew his attention back to the nearly dead man on the couch. “You can hear a heartbeat? From across the room?” He asked, voice cracking at the end.

“Helps to anticipate behavior. When someone’s gonna attack…” Matt frowns, and implies, “When they’re lying.”

“That’s… how you knew Karen was telling the truth… when we first met her at the precinct.”

“Yeah.”

“You listened to her heartbeat without her permission?” Foggy throws his hands up. “We’re lawyers! Y-You can’t do that! Th-There’s a system in place, and it’s weird and invasive and…”

If you could hear a heart breaking in half, then that’s what happened at this moment.

Foggy’s face morphed into something between pain and betrayal. “Wait. Are you telling me that since I’ve known you, any time I wasn’t telling the truth, you knew?” He asked, his friend looking away. “And what? You just played along?”

Matt nodded slowly. “Basically.”

His face was back to anger. “If you weren’t half dead, I would kick your ass, Murdock.” Foggy said, furiously pointing. “Am I lying about that?!”

“No.”

“Was anything ever real with us?”

After those words were spoken…

The whole house went into an uncomfortable silence.

•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°

The adults couldn’t deny the girl to eat, so at some time after noon she slithered out of her room, back into the lion’s den. Kai was in the kitchen making soup for everyone (pretending not to listen while doing so), while Matt was sliding some comfortable clothes on, and Foggy was finishing up on the phone.

“Yeah. Yeah, okay. Thank you, buddy.” Foggy exits the bedroom, eyes beelining to Matt who was now fully dressed. “That was Brett.”

“What’d he say?” The blind man asked, fixing his wool sock.

“You couldn’t hear, with your… super whatever?”

“It doesn’t work like that. I-I have to concentrate. Focus on letting it in.”

“That junkie that killed Elena… they found him.”

“Good.”

“Brett says he took a dive off the roof, building he was shooting up in. They had to sponge him off the sidewalk.” Foggy cocks his head. “Did you do that?”

Matt heard his daughter’s pulse spike at the question. 

“No.” He said, honestly. “I told him to turn himself in.”

“I can’t hear your heartbeat. Are you telling me the truth?”

“I didn’t kill him, Foggy. It’s Fisk, covering his ass.”

“So, you’ve never… you’ve never gone that far?”

“No. But I… I wanted to…” Another spike. “After Elena…” And another. “After everything Fisk had done, I went to a warehouse I thought he'd be at. I went to kill him.

Foggy clenches his jaw. “It’s not enough playing judge and jury? You gotta add executioner to the list?”

Matt shrugs nonchalantly. “I didn’t think I had a choice.”

Kaila bit her tongue, and squeezed the ladle in her hand. She couldn’t even believe what she was hearing. Her dad… 

Her dad really did want to kill him after all. Why did she even bother with her words of wisdom last night if he wasn’t even going to listen?

She got lost in the tiny waves of the chicken broth as the two adults continued their banter.

“What happened to all that talk about going after him through the system?” Foggy asked, confused. “Making the law work for us?”

“Sometimes the law isn’t enough.” Matt replied, a solemn expression.

Foggy opens and closes his mouth, saying nothing as shakes his head. He ends up going to the kitchen to eat with the kid, which might still be the only sane moment left in his entire life. 

•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°

Night time rolled around once more, and the family home felt broken up again. Kaila sat at the kitchen table, attempting to do homework that's due tomorrow; Matt was resting his eyes on the couch, laying in a fetal position; Foggy was zoning off into the billboard across the way. Ignoring as the burning bright lights crossed his brown orbs. He didn’t even seem to mind the sting, it couldn’t be worse than the emotional pain he was feeling right now.

The silence had gone on for hours, and hours until…

“You wanna say something.” Matt said, not as a question but a fact.

“Really don’t.” Was Foggy’s reply.

“Your breathing changes when you’re about to.”

“Now you’re just showing off.”

“Say what you need to say.”

Which would be words he would regret. 

Kaila pretty much broke her pencil from gripping it so hard as their volume started to escalate like this morning. They soon started shouting nonsense, and full on argument returning for another round. She felt her eye twitch when she felt a migraine starting to bloom in her temple.

Why am I in the middle of this again? She wonders, barely tuning into their words. 

“You run around dressed like a fucking moron, beating people up!” Foggy yells, using his hands again.

“It’s not that simple and you know it!” Matt snaps back, sitting up now.

“No. I don’t know shit! Not about this. I mean, how…” He groans. “Okay, so you get these whatever-you-call-thems when you’re a kid. How do you go from that to what you’re doing now?”

Matt took a minute to come up with something. “When I was a kid, before the accident, I’d lay awake at night listening to the sirens. I liked to put stories to them. Trying to figure out what they were for, ambulance or cops, robbery or fire.” 

He shrugs, “I don't know, just a stupid game. But after I lost my sight, after my abilities developed, I… I realized how many sirens there actually were… how much this city suffered every single night.”

“You've been running around doing this since you were a kid?” Foggy asked, sounding more betrayed than earlier.

“No.” Matt said, shaking his head. “I-I tried not to fight… to make my dad proud. To-To block it out. The sirens, the pain, the fear, all strangling Hell's Kitchen. For years, I buried my head and turned away. Then one night right after we quit Landman and Zack, I heard it.”

“Heard what?”

“I…” Matt swallows, before tilting his head in his daughter’s direction. “Kai, maybe you skip this one too.”

Kaila’s shoulders slacked. “What?

“No.” Foggy cuts in before he could speak. “No. She stays. She needs to listen.”

Matt shook his head again. “Foggy, she-”

“She stays. Stop tip-toeing around your own daughter. Out of everyone present here, she deserves to know what’s really going on in your life. She stays.” His eyes flicker to the girl. “Right?”

Kaila takes a deep breath before nodding. “Yeah. I’m staying.” She says, sternly. “Continue, Dad.”

Matt closes his eyes, sighing. He really didn’t want to spill the truth. He really–

“Fine.” He mumbles, and starts again. “I heard a little girl crying in her bed, in a building down the block.” He clenches his jaw. “Her father liked to go to her room late at night… when his wife was asleep.

Foggy shuts his eyes, holding back the pain. “Oh, Jesus.” He whispers, and sinks down into a nearby chair. All while Kaila felt her stomach turn and looked away.

My dad never mentioned… 

“I called Child Services like you're supposed to.” Matt continues. “But the mom, she wouldn't believe it. Said it wasn't true. And the dad, he was smart.” He scoffs. “He made sure what he did, how he did it, didn't leave a mark. The law couldn't do anything to help that little girl. But I could.

“I knew his routine. Waited till he was alone… I beat him, threatened him. Then he spent the next month in a hospital, eating through a straw.” He smiles. “And I never slept better.”

“You say all this, like…” Foggy trails off, trying to phrase this right. “One day you'd just had it with how things are. But to do what you do you had to keep training, all those years since that Stick guy, knowing you would do something like this.”

He learns forward, body stiff. “Maybe it isn't only about justice, Matt. Maybe it's about you having an excuse to hit someone. Maybe you just can't stop yourself.”

There was a brief pause, and both Kaila and Foggy held their breaths as–

“I don't want to stop.” Matt admits, and he could feel their hearts break right then and there.

Foggy fell back in his chair, eyes starting to sting as he held back the tears. He gave himself a minute to finally look at Kaila who seemed torn between many different worlds and emotions. 

He really, really hates seeing her so hurt.

His hands ball up into fists. “You're going to get yourself killed, you keep this up. You know that, right?” He said, voice laced with venom. 

“I can take care of myself.” Was Matt’s flat answer.

Foggy shakes his head. “Oh, really? Doesn’t fucking seem like it. And what about the rest of us? Me, Karen, Kaila, we're a part of this now, because of you. And we didn't get a say in that.”

“What do you think's gonna happen if I give up now, Foggy? Who's going to stop Fisk?”

“Oh, I don't know… the law?”

“Tell that to Elena.” Matt said, making his friend sigh. “If you could have put on a mask and prevented what happened to her… you telling me you wouldn't have?”

Foggy’s fists grew tighter. “It's not fair, Matt.”

“We don't live in a world that's fair. We live in this fucking one. And I'm doing everything I can to make it a better place.”

“‘A better place’.” Foggy bolted up, anger seeping back onto his face. “That kind of sounds like what Fisk keeps saying.”

“Don't say that.” Matt bites back. “Don't twist it around.”

“You tried to kill him, Matt. You told me yourself.” He throws his hands up in the air. “How is that any different than the way he solves his problems?”

“I made a mistake. I know that.”

“Misspelling ‘Hanukkah’ is a mistake. Attempted murder is a little something else.” Foggy chuckles dryly, in denial. “You ever stop to think what would happen if you went to jail? Or worse? You really think that anyone would believe that I didn't know what you were doing? That Karen didn't know? That your daughter didn’t know?!”

That sentence seemed to strike something in Matt, making his lip quiver. “This city needs me in that mask, Foggy.” He chokes out, holding back a sob.

Foggy frowns, eyes getting teary. “Maybe you're right. Maybe it does. But I don't!” He replies, pointing to himself. “I only ever needed my friend.” 

A sob. “Foggy…” 

“You know what, Matt?” Foggy begins, letting a few stray tears let loose. “Go ahead. Do what you want to do. And for that, I’ll make you a promise, not because I feel sorry for you, but I feel sorry for your daughter who by the way, which you probably already know, is crying in the background right now.”

His eyes flicker to the teenager, who’s covering her mouth with her hand, bloodshot eyes staring at the table. Foggy hated it. Matt hated hearing it, but his mind was too cloudy to even manage to say something comforting or useful. 

Foggy sniffles, and looks back at Matt. “So, the promise is this. If you go out there and never come back, I’ll do you an honor and become her guardian. I’ll take her to school, doctor appointments, sporting events, anywhere she needs to go. I’ll be there for her 24/7.”

He swallows, his chest starting to feel achy, but he continues. “Because I love her like she is my own.” He pauses when he hears the two Murdock sob at his proposal. “However, I’m not her father. I’m not you. So for her big moments, like graduation, or her dream job, or walking her down the aisle towards her future partner, all those moments… I’ll feel like a fraud. I’ll feel guilty for being in a spot that’s not mine.”

Kaila shuts her eyes, and Matt chokes on another sob.

Foggy does too, throat closing up. “If I were in your shoes, I would’ve told you.” He said, truthfully because he would have. He would have told his friends, his family that he was doing such a dangerous deed.

“You don’t know that.” Matt said, shaking his head. “You don’t know that.”

“Yeah. I do.” He says, looking one last time at the teenager before grabbing his jacket to leave.

“Foggy. Foggy, wait.” Matt said, trying to get up, but the pain shoots throughout his body, stopping him. “Foggy.”

He heard the door shut, the door frame rattling from the brute force. He sighs in defeat, mentally cussing at himself until–

He hears the dining room chair scratch across the floor, and light footsteps walk past him. He holds his hand out, searching for her arm.

“Kai? Kai, listen to me…” He begs, hearing her stop in front of her door. He could sense she wasn’t even looking his way. “Kai, I just… I’m…”

He could smell the tears rolling down her cheek, and muttered nothing as she entered her room…

Slamming the door.

•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°

Matt groaned uncomfortably upon hearing the knocking on the front door. He was not in the mood when he heard Karen’s worried voice on the other side. Seems the universe hates him today. Foggy’s mad at him, his daughter left this morning barely muttering a ‘goodbye’, and now Karen is here, probably ready to ask him 20 questions about his ‘accident’.

Yeah…

Today was not a good day.

When he unlocked the door, he could smell helium and rubber coming from her hand– A balloon, as he felt her eyes scan him from head to toe.

“Oh, my god.” She said, as lets her in. “You look like shit.”

“Then I look better than I feel.” He replies, letting her close the door and walk back to his living area.

“Are you going to sue? We should sue.” Karen said, taking off her jacket and hanging it up. “You know, whoever hit you, we should go after ‘em and…” She trails off when she sees the damages done in his apartment. “What kind of car was it? Please tell me it was, uh, expensive and German.”

“Japanese.” He says, glasses on and hand holding a beer. “And it was my fault. I, uh… should have been more careful.”

“What the hell happened here?”

He clenched his jaw subtly. “If I told you it was Kai just roughhousing, would you believe me?”

Karen raises an eyebrow. “You’re going to tell me your… five foot-four, barely a hundred pound daughter knocked and punched a humongous hole into your barn doors and made your coffee table disappear?”

“So… No?”

“No.”

“Then don’t worry about it right now.”

She sighs, crossing her arms. “Fine. Where is she anyway?”

“School. Hopefully.”

“Now I’m aching to know, Matt.”

“Don’t worry about it. Please.” He pops the cap to his drink and starts chugging half of it.

“Little early for beer, isn’t it?” Karen asked, underlying concern. It wasn’t exactly usual to see him washing away his emotions with alcohol.

Matt shrugs. “Depends on the kind of day you’re having. You, uh… you want one?”

“Um, uh no. No thanks. So…” She tilts her head, listening closely, turning her investigating skills on. “Where were you when this car hit you?”

“Uh… doesn’t matter.” He replies, coming over to sit at his table.

She nearly sighs at his response, but holds her tongue. “I’m thinking it might… if there really wasn’t a car.”

He groans, throwing his head back. “Karen-”

“Does this have anything to do with Fisk? With your going to see that… Vanessa woman?”

“I told you, it’s my–”

“What about Kai? Is she okay? I know she went with you so…”

Matt’s frown deepens. “She’s…” He looks away. “She’s fine. I think.”

Karen perks up. “You think?”

“We had a fight. Well… Foggy and I did, and…” He throws his open hand up. “She got wrapped in the middle of it, which started something with me and her. That’s all.” He sighs, bringing the bottle close to his lips. “She didn’t even say goodbye to me this morning.”

Karen’s shoulder sag. “So… you and Foggy did fight like I thought.”

“Look, let’s just leave it at that, okay?”

“No. No, not okay.” She gestures to him, to all the bruises and cuts on his face. “Definitely not okay. Look at you. Besides the argument, did someone break in?”

Matt felt his chest grow tight. “No one broke in.”

“And no one beat the crap out of you either, I’m guessing.” She gets nothing but a sigh from him, and decides to join him at the table. “Do you remember the last time I was here?”

He nods. “Yeah, I remember.”

“And I was scared… terrified. But then, you, you gave me your shirt and you made me feel safe. You made me feel like I could trust everything that you said.”

“And you lied to me.” He scoffs. “About having the Union Allied pension file.”

“I didn’t want anyone to get hurt… like Daniel Fisher, because of what I was doing.”

He sighs. “Yeah, I know the feeling.”

“So that’s it?” She asked, hurt. “That’s all you’re giving me?”

“That’s all that I have right now, Karen.” He replies, holding his wounded side as he stands up and walks away, venturing into his living room.

“Well, that's not all I have.” She stands up too, following with determination. If she can’t get him to talk she’ll just tell him what she found. “I found something. Just a scrap of paper at the county clerk’s office… misfiled. It’s probably why Fisk didn’t get sucked into a black hole.”

“What was it?” Matt asked, genuinely interested. 

“A marriage certificate…” Karen explains, watching him take a seat on the couch’s armrest. “For his mother, Marlene.”

“How does that help?”

“Because it’s not to his father. It’s for when she remarried, which was two years after all the reports say she died.”

Matt’s eyebrows shot up. “She’s still alive?”

“Yeah, she’s living at a care facility upstate.” She bits the inside of her cheek, preparing for an outburst. “Now, Ben and I took a drive-”

He sighs once more. “Oh, Karen, Karen. Fisk could have people watching.”

“I know.” She holds her hands up in defense. “I know. I didn’t leave my real name.”

“You should have…” His jaw tightens. “You should have talked to me or Foggy before you ran off like that.”

She shakes her head, looking frustrated. “I tried. But you weren’t picking up.”

Guilt creeped into his gut, and cast his empty gaze to the ground. “Did you speak to her? Fisk’s mother?”

“Yeah. She’s not all there, but…” She shifts in her place. “Matt, what she said about Fisk…” She frowns. “He killed his father. When he was 12. Bashed his head in with a hammer, and then she helped him cover it up.”

Matt shrugs. “Well, he was a minor. It’s not gonna be enough.”

“To put him in jail? No. But it doesn’t line up with everything that Fisk has been saying. Everything that he has altered on the internet, and.. At the county clerk’s. It might be enough to at least get people looking at him more closely.”

“From an old woman who’s not all there.”

Karen scoffs quietly, and crosses her arms. “Well, I’m not hearing you and Foggy come up with anything better.”

“Did you… did you speak to him? To Foggy?”

“Not since yesterday on the phone when I guess he was covering for whatever it is you’re not telling me.”

“Alright, go to the office and… wait for him. Tell him what you found, and Karen, tell him… tell him that I said…” He sighs, second guessing himself. “No, don’t bother. Just tell him what you found. Karen, be careful, please.”

A brief pause between them before the blonde takes a step forward, and cups his cheek softly.

“You know, maybe you should take your own advice. I mean…” Her lips quirks in a sad smile. “You have a kid, and for the sake of her, you shouldn’t get yourself hurt so much.”

Matt felt his cheeks turn hot just as Karen realized her actions.

“I-I.. I got you a…” She stutters, and walks back towards the front door blushing. She carefully takes the balloon by the string, holding it close as she makes her way back over towards him. “It’s a… it's a balloon. I, um…” She takes his open hand, letting him take it. “It’s got a monkey on it.”

He gives her a quick smile before she leaves abruptly. Once the door closed and he heard her traveling down the stairs, Matt let out a sigh.

Maybe she was right. Maybe Foggy was too. He needed to take better care of himself if he was going to continue this dangerous lifestyle. For the sake of staying alive for them, for staying alive for his daughter’s sake, he’s gotta make a change.

But what would that be exactly?

•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°

Life got complicated after that. Life decided to take a few beatings at older Murdock.

Claire put a stop on whatever was blossoming between them, patched him up one last time as she threw him a curve ball, claiming she was taking a break from HK. But before she left she made an interesting statement that if ain’t careful with his ‘savior complex’, he’ll end up bloody and alone. 

Then…

The interesting conversation with Father Lanthom. His sinking suspension that the Father knew who he was, and which was indirectly confirmed. Matt begged to understand why he had the devil put inside of him yet again, and the Father replied with, ‘Even the devil was once an angel. Maybe he was even set on a path of the righteous’.

Which led to his nightly activity. He managed to track down one of the men affiliated with Fisk, demanding where the devil spawn in a white suit get’s his body armor. And that’s what led him to Melvin Potter, and with a promise to protect a woman named Betsy for him, Melvin agreed to make a durable suit.

Once it was taken care of, Matt slipped back through his bedroom window, praying hopefully for his new suit, one that’ll give him the protection he needed. For himself, and for most importantly, for all the people he cares about. He needs to stay alive for Foggy, for Karen. Hell, he really needs to stay alive for his own kid. 

Speaking of, he knows she’s here. He could smell the lavender soap on her body, and the light rhythm of her heart beat. He could even hear the small rumbles in her stomach, which he could use to his advantage to fully apologize for putting her through all this.

“Kai?” He calls out, slipping his mask off. He starts walking towards the living room. “Kai. Sorry I’m late. If you’re hungry, we can go get dinner if you’d like.”

He hears her coming out of her bedroom like he expected, but what he wasn’t expecting was that she had a duffle bag stuffed full in her hand. He raises an eyebrow, feeling her neutral gaze on him.

“What’s with the bag?” He asked, confused.

“Why don’t you tell me anything?” She asked, her voice unnervingly calm.

“What?”

“Why don’t you tell me anything?” She takes a giant step forward towards him. “I know I’m your daughter, and I know you want to protect me, but you don’t tell me anything you do in the night!”

He tilts his head, confused by her words. Where was this even coming from? “Kai, what are you… what are you talking about?”

She stays silent for a moment, before muttering something just above a whisper. “You said you were going to kill him. Fisk.”

He tenses. “Kai–”

“We had that long talk last night. We talked about if killing him was logical for yourself. You made it sound like you weren’t going through with it! And now you don’t want to stop at all?!”

He sighs, shifting his weight. “Kai, where the hell…” Another sigh. “Where is this even coming from?”

“Because Foggy has a point!” She spits out, throwing her bag down and stepping a bit closer. “I mean what if you go through with it? What if you get caught and go to jail? Then what? You rot in there for a lifetime while I have deal with the fact my dad’s a murderer?”

He clenches his jaw. “Then I go to jail if I’m caught.” Matt replies, voice trailing off with a bit of bitterness.

“IF you get caught. But if don’t, then what? I have to live with the fact my Dad’s a killer? A secret I’ll have to keep for you?” Kaila scoffs. “And what if your plan fails and you end up in a coffin six feet under? Then what?”

Matt pauses, and even he can’t believe the next words coming out of his mouth.

“Then you live with Foggy.” Was his reply, and even though he couldn’t see it, he knew the look of pain on his child’s face.

Her lower lip twitched. “No.” She chokes, slowly shaking her head as her eyes start to sting. “No. No. No! I don’t want to live with Foggy! I want to live with you!! Always you! No one else could ever replace you! No one! Can’t you understand that?!”

Matt stayed silent, even his face didn’t even wash over with any kind of expression. Kaila’s heart cracked into a million pieces, and she shook her head again.

“Unbelievable…” She mumbles, grabbing her bag again and walks away. That seemed to knock him out of his trance.

“Where are you g-going?” He asked, voice breaking at the end for a millisecond.

“To Karen’s.” She replies, looking back at him. “I need a break. And while I’m gone you need to pull your head out of your ass, and then go make up with Foggy. Even if he doesn't accept your apology, somehow work out for the sake of your business and the sake of Karen who’s caught between this as well.”

Kaila frowns, and adds, “The poor woman’s probably being ghosted by Foggy too. She deserves some kind of answer here, you know. Even if it isn’t the full truth. The two of you need to give her something.”

She retightens the grip on the handle and continues down the hallway for the door. As she unlocks it and pries it open a quarter of the way, she hears:

“Just text me when you get there, please.” Her father replies, his emotion was tricky to decipher. “I know you're mad, but I still want to know if you're safe. Okay?”

Kaila grips the doorknob, closing her eyes. 

A few seconds pass, until–

“I will.”

And the door shuts behind her quietly.

•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°

Kaila felt like she was going to start crying again. Or maybe try screaming. Or…

Maybe she could do both.

At this very moment, the poor girl wasn’t even sure what to think about any of this. This whole… vigilante lifestyle of her father’s, the whole lawyer lifestyle, the Nelson & Murdock battle, secrets, lies. Everything! Everything was starting to get to her in ways she wasn’t expecting, something she didn't even think was possible. Something she could only wish would go away.

Is this… it for all of us? She wonders, because this whole family thing started when her father met Foggy at school. They worked together to help raise her, start a business of their dreams, and met another person to call a friend, a family member. But now…

It’s all coming undone in one night. And what could one teenage girl do about it?

Kaila practically sighs with relief when she sees Karen’s apartment coming into view. Her mind was already racing at what could happen, and what she could and cannot say to the blonde. Could she tell Karen the truth? Should she tell her that the mask man who saved her from day one was actually her dad? Or would this ruin everything they’ve all built?

Kaila jogs up the few steps, hand already reaching for the call box. She quickly buzzes for Karen’s apartment a few times, awaiting for a response–

She felt a rough cloth cover her mouth and someone’s arm wrapping around her small frame. Her muffled screams and thrashing started to die down as her nose filled up with the smell of strong chemicals.

Chloroform.

She’s being chloroformed.

She started to sag under the person’s arms, eyelids drooping, and praying that maybe, 

Just maybe…

.

.

.

.

She’s still asleep at home.

A/N: Y'all know what happens at the end of Season 1 Episode 11, right? *Evil laugh* Sorry if this one was kind of lame, this wasn't exactly my favorite story I wrote.

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[spurious]

vowels, N, Q, and R, please?

already answered E, U, and R sooooo!!!

A - Ships that you currently like a lot. (They don’t have to be OTPs because not everyone has OTPs.) Friendships, pairings, threesomes, etc. are allowed.

McSheppppp, Kokokae (the parallels!), Sylvix and Narumitsu. Leverage OT3.

I - Has Tumblr caused you to stop liking any fandoms, if so, which and why?

I don't think so. Probably has put me off some things that I might've ended up getting into otherwise, but not stopped me from anything I already liked.

O - Choose a song at random. Which ship or character does it remind you of?

Shuffled my liked songs and got The Mountain Goats - Isaiah 45:23. First thought: Rodney McKay.

N - Name three things you wish you saw more or in your main fandom (or a fandom of choice).

My eternal lament: why isn't there more doujinshi where Hina tops, god damn it

Speaking of doujinshi I would LOVE to see Stargate doujin, and I SWEAr I used to find it all the time before I was into it but now when I look there is none??? Did I imagine it??????

Struggling to think of a third thing so. I give up.

Q - A fandom you’ve abandoned and why.

"Abandoned" is such a strong word! My past fandoms are merely resting. I guess maybe HP is the only one I'd say I've abandoned, due to...ya know.

Sometimes Y - What are your secondhand fandoms (i.e., fandoms you aren’t in personally but are tangentially familiar with because your friends/people on your dash are in them)?

SO MANY. homestuck, 911, due south, mash, genshin, TLT, mcu, supernatural, good omens (tv)...

#ask meme

[hrokkall]

I've considered it before tbh but also its fun to come up with different ways to ask for my faves

Speaking of faves~ how about ????

-🥊

They’re my favorite Hex character too (not counting Rebecha) so I’m more than happy to do this for them

Favorite thing about them: I genuinely love their character design—the use of the missing texture “?” that appears with some engines for their face is really clever (and also I just like “silhouette” type characters in general—a character who is mostly just a black featureless figure but with maybe one or two defining characteristics is my favorite sort of character design. So maybe I’m biased in that regard).

Least favorite thing about them: You can’t see their shoes in Walk? That was one of two parts of their character model that are actually textured—we should be able to look down and see their shoes when they walk too (then again I haven’t played a lot of actual walking simulators so I don’t know if that’s par-for-the-course or not. Still though, it was shown on their 2D model, it should be shown on their 3D model too, damn it!)

Favorite line: I’d love to be funny here but ???, by merit of not having a mouth, doesn’t speak. I will say though I think it’s incredible how they still manage to have so much personality despite not actually having any dialogue. The subtle variation in the length of ellipsis/the text speed was a really cool way of showing that without expressions.

(Though why they didn’t just… write things down though is beyond me—guess the Six-Pint Inn doesn’t have any pens and cocktail napkins).

brOTP: I already talked about this in the Rebecha post, but I genuinely think the two of them would be good friends. Rebecha’s pretty neutral on everyone, it’d be nice if she actually had someone she could talk casually with instead of everyone else talking at her like usual. Plus she’s the only one who actually refers to FPP with a name (even if it’s pretty clearly a placeholder, “Faceless Joe” definitely isn’t something FPP picked personally) and acknowledges their existence outside of extreme suspicion. They interact Literally Once so there’s no real basis for it but I just think they should be friends, y’know?

OTP: I don’t ship them with anyone. (To the surprise of everyone reading this, I’m sure (I say that sarcastically))

nOTP: Haven’t seen any ships for this guy at all. As per usual I probably wouldn’t hate any if I saw them either (provided people aren’t being freaks but I hope that’s a given).

Random headcanon: I’m sure this is a pretty standard headcanon among all 3.5 people who have played the Hex but I generally use they/them for this guy just because I feel they’d want to establish themself as a separate person from just “stand-in for Lionel” and for them pronouns are a part of that—just to say “I’m not Lionel and I’m not really a man either.” I don’t know, it just feels right.

Unpopular opinion: Considering there’s maybe five people total who played the Hex I don’t think there’s any unpopular opinions for this guy.

Song I associate with them: The obvious joke answer is I’m Gonna Be (500 Miles) by The Proclaimers but I’d rather give an actual answer too. I’ll tentatively say Protagonist by They Might Be Giants (which is equally a Lionel song, but it feels like something they’d have to hear about on the daily). And I’ll add Vow of Silence by Lemon Demon too, why not.

Favorite picture of them: There’s unfortunately not many pictures of FPP; I’d love to snag a picture of their model from Walk because that’s my favorite part of the Hex stylistically, but… that’s not exactly feasible on account of the fact that they’re Just Hands. So instead here’s their equally minimalist steam emote.

#Re: Inbox #🥊 Anon #Ask meme #Hexposting

[effervescentdragon]

my brain is working today!! so!! i will put some ship names here.

twinklaren

sico

valewis

farawyn

gigolas

sculder

darklina

malina

like go off u pick whatever u want mwah

Hiii bestiiiie im glad your brain works okay lets go!

Sico - my beloved german twincest. Same person different fonts. Insane abiut them, only saw it done right once by the other C.

Valewis - the definition of meh and consolation prize and "you just want good things for lewis, and really, who wouldnt". Will only read niamh and nailas bcs i know their characterisations and theyre right.

Farawyn - my otp from when i first read lotr. I literally couldnt care less about aragorn and arwen when malewife girlboss pairing was right there. When he speaks to her in the hiuses of healing my heart weeps and so do my eyes.

Gigolas - oooh i love them! Didnt discover them till like 2020?? But i fell in love, and honeatly its mostly the fault of this amazing fic called Sansûkh. Damn i should reread lotr sometime when the mere thought doesnt make me wanna cry like a baby and miss my dad more than i need to breathe.

Sculder - i was hooked from the first episode. Absolute yes. Im teying not to spoiler the show for myself so im refraining feom reading fics but like. Absolute yes. Malewife girlboss. I... may have a type.

Darklina - ... i mean. :) yes. Honestly it makes more sense to me than Malina, which is just boring as fuck. Nobody cares. Go be the dark lady, Alina, maybe then i'd appreciate you more.

LOVE YOU ❤️

Edit: shit i forgot twinklaren! Okay so. I get annoyed by lando very frequently and hes somehow less annoying w oscar? Idk. I have a prompt and im thinking of making it a bit dark. Not sure yet. Im weird abt those twinks.

#akira answers asks #c tag <3 #the fake russian series #uhhhh i aint tagging the rest but theres a lot xD

[quirkthieves]

SHIPPING INFO // ANSWER THE FOLLOWING FOR YOUR MUSE(S) SO PEOPLE KNOW HOW SHIPPING WORKS ON YOUR BLOG.

tagged by: stole from @ofgravitation

tagging: YOU READING THIS.

WHAT IS YOUR OTP FOR YOUR CHARACTER(S)? cracks my knuckles. davai lets go

Nobimaru: Umenobi. If you saw you would know. Hinata: my friends oc, honestly, it really depends more on the other person's muse. Hinata is my special princess and I want her to be happy Monoma: monoshin, monotetsu, monomido... Ibara: kamibara, shishibara, momobara, serobara, jirobara, ibaiida, togabara (PLOT TWIST) (ibaras name is really easy to shipmash damn) Hound Dog: Bloodhound....whatever him and tensei is. Natsuo: him x his girlfriend... shiganatsu i guess? Curious: curious x skeptic Setsuna: Momosetsu, setsumina

HOW LARGE DOES THE AGE GAP HAVE TO BE TO MAKE IT UNCOMFORTABLE?

for the students, i wont ship them with third years and up. for nobimaru, i'm willing to go up to ~25 (same with natsuo), but i think characters like inugami are way too old for him. characters in their late 20s+ im willing to give a lot more leeway, it's more about the dynamic they have together.

HOW FAR DO STEAMY MOMENTS HAVE TO GO BEFORE THEY ARE CONSIDERED NSFW?

cosigning the "you know when you know". that being said i wont go beyond light kissing with the kids i aint about that. im 21.

ARE YOU SELECTIVE WHEN SHIPPING?

it's entirely chemistry-based for me, but i want it to grow organically. i prefer to have a plan beforehand, but i wont force my character to fit the plan if its out of character.

WHO ARE OTHER CHARACTERS YOU SHIP YOUR CHARACTER WITH?

@ofgravitation got me shockingly hooked on monochako. im willing to do monobaku, but good LORD does that need dev. ibara im willing to ship with almost anyone who is willing to handle her everything, same with monoma.

DOES ONE HAVE TO ASK TO SHIP WITH YOU?

PLEASE let me know if you want to ship i get so so shy trying to ask and never do. theres a high chance im down to at least discuss it. please

ARE YOU SHIP OBSESSED OR SHIP MORE-OR-LESS?

more-or-less. its about the dynamic for me-- once again, i want chemistry.

ARE YOU MULTISHIP?

absolutely. fuck it we ball

WHAT IS YOUR FAVOURITE SHIP IN YOUR CURRENT FANDOM?

didnt i answer that up top?? if i had to pick a top fave i guess for each fandom itd be umenobi and kamibara(?) idk. love wins

FINALLY, HOW DOES ONE SHIP WITH YOU?

literally just ask me please. pwease. oh yeah and we have to have at least a few threads & speak ooc that is the other thing.

#HOLY CHILD SPLIT AT THE CORE++ ;OOC

[takaraphoenix]

C, M, and W?

Thanks for playing! :3

C - A ship you have never liked and probably never will (be nice)

The probably never will is the tricky part. There's pleeenty of NOTPs to go around, but I have also encountered versions of ships I didn't like that made me like them in the end, or there are aspects of the ships that I do appreciate.

So something that I'm really sure of nobody/nothing could make me like and I never liked. Let's go with the very first ship that comes to mind there. Bruce Wayne and Diana Prince. Just does not work for me and I'm very sure I'll never come around on it. I also have veeery solid OTPs for both characters too; I'm a multishipper at heart so it's rare for me to have an actual One True Pairing for a character and those are both characters where this rare instance applies, so that weighs heavy in too.

M - Say something genuinely nice about a ship that you don’t ship (or its shippers, or anything related to you)

This is way harder unprompted, like that I'd have to think of a ship too, to say something nice about. xD

Uuuhm so let's go with shippers. Despite not sailing the ship itself, I do like Karadox shippers - Brainy/Kara - because they're a real nice bunch, the ones I've met through the Supergirl fandom? And I also think they're really, really chill.

Because their ship, despite being a major ship for Kara in the comics, was not endgame - or even a brief ship - on the TV show. And they didn't go about harassing actors and fans about it. They're happy with the crumbs they get and while obviously disappointed their ship didn't sail, they didn't get nasty about it?

That just stood out all the more prominently in comparison to certain other shippers within that fandom? Not to name names, but I think if you are familiar with the Arrowverse, you know which shippers in the same situation acted wildly different. *clears throat*

So, especially contrasted by these, it really stood out to me how friendly Karadox shippers are? And generally also more open to other ships, like multishipping themselves or generally accepting that other people may ship these characters with other characters.

(Mind you, I can not speak for all of them, I'm sure there are some rotten apples in the bunch too, but that's always the case. The overall fandom behavior though, and the lovely individuals I've met have given the ship a very good name.)

W - 5 favorite ships and 5 kinks you like best for said ships

Oooh. Huh. Mh. Damn these are very hard when I have to also decide on ships. It's like suddenly my brain remembers not a single ship I have ever sailed... xDDD

Okay, let's go for five ships with different kinks too. Since I, uh, like to pile my favorite kinks onto my favorite ships... <_<

Shadowhunters: Malace + pet-play.

PJatO: Nicercy + praise kink.

BtVS: Spuffy + strength kink? I dunno what you'd call it but you can't tell me that Spike doesn't totally get off on seeing Buffy throw people around and stuff

RotG/HTTYD: HiJack + temperature play

DCMK: KaiShin + Shinichi having a thing for Kaito's hands, I don't know what you'd call that, but I know that's a thing and I'm sure our very talented thief would make that work ;D

Fandom Ask Game

#Fandom Ask Game #send me asks #DC Comics #Malace #Nicercy #Spuffy #HiJack #KaiShin

[crescentcityhellmouth-rpg]

Out Of Character

Name/Alias: Koya Age: 29 NSFW Personal Preference: I’m comfortable with smut, but I prefer to keep it short and sweet under most circumstances or we can fade to black. Series/Season: S6. Canon Changes: Never turns into a heretic. Activity Level: Mostly on afternoons. Time Zone: EST. RP Experience: 17yrs on various sites. Best Mode of Contact: Discord.

In-Character

Desired Character: Malachai Parker Age: 22 OTP / NOTP: Malachai x Bonnie Housing: Hyperion Hotel. Room 222.

Interview questions.

01. Give us your thoughts on New Orleans?

☆°•》 "Overrated... Too many tourists and prop magic shops. The parties do get pretty wild though, I'll give it that." 《•°☆

02. Tell us how you feel about your species, and if you could change it what would you choose to be and why?

☆°•》 "I'm a witch with no magic. Do you really have to ask?" 《•°☆ ?

03. Please describe the most important person to you and why?

☆°•》 "Me, of course... I know, shocker." 《•°☆

04. Detail a specific point in time that has detrimentally changed you?

☆°•》 "I think it was more a series of events really. The day I found out I was a siphon, the day my parents and the rest of my coven found out, the day I learned I would never be allowed to merge with Jo, the day I killed my family... y'know.. The usual." 《•°☆

05. Explain (a few) bad habit(s) in detail that you’ve picked up over the years, if you remember when you started it describe that pivotal moment as well as what you’ve tried to do to cope with it?

☆°•》 "Compartmentalization. Which innately my therapist said wasn't such a bad thing. Until around eight years old when I started repressing all of my emotions. Then when mom and dad found out what I was counseling was no longer an option to try and fix me. So, y'know, I didn't really care to cope anymore." 《•°☆

Playlist.  

• Blood // Water — grandson • parents — YUNGBLUD • I WANNA BE YOUR SLAVE — Måneskin

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Malachai was intrigued by the big easy. As far as he could tell it was nothing like Portland or Mystic Falls. Magic seeped from the earth and there was a shop on nearly every corner. He wandered into quite a few, but none held quite the legitimate stockpile of goodies like the Magic Box. & the owner, a petite little blonde thing, radiated something of a magical energy herself. One in which he never quite encountered before, what struck him as odd though is that she hardly seemed bothered by his mannerisms and as she hurriedly made her way into the back room to grab a restock of low inventory items, he briefly thought on how these damned emotions caused him to lose his touch. Minutes after that someone else made their way into the neat little shop, but he was almost too distracted to turnaround. That is, of course, until he heard her voice. & for a moment he stood there almost too stunned to speak. As if struck by some kind of a feeling he couldn't even quite accurately describe to turn around and face her, his heart racing as small beads of sweat pooled at his temples. ☆°•》"Bonnie," he breathed out her name, an inaudible whisper before he managed to muster up the courage to face her now. "Wolfsbane, huh," He mused weakly at first. "Regular fencing not doing its job? You decide to take matters into your own hands and put down that aggressive dog? I could help, y'know.. If you want me to." 《•°☆ 《☆°• 'If you want me to?' He thought. 'Dammit.' The swell of unidentifiable emotions now whirling inside him as he looked down at her, his cobalt blue eyes now bore into her emerald, green ones. Hoping she could see what he was struggling to feel. •°☆》

#admin koya application

[highgaarden]

a rush of blood to the head

this was written a long time ago and did not survive the mass exodus of my fic (into my dustbin) because i had a menty b and hated my writing ✌️🤪🤘

upon request from @morningstargirl666 i am reposting this. hope you all enjoy x

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a rush of blood to the head;

They are, of course, in the other room.

Footsteps come in thundering booms and you might think the thump of a body will follow, a scream, a well-pronounced curse, but Caroline emerges with her bags packed and hat firmly veiled over her curls, and she announces, quite calmly, that she is leaving.

“Where is the screaming?” Rebekah wonders in, quietly appalled, “The orchestra, the pallid strings? The cracked lightning of Nik’s head against a broken mirror? Where are the broken mirrors?”

“Sister dear,” Klaus coos from his spot in the corner of the room, “do shut up.”

“Can you all just be reasonable!” Rebekah stands in the middle of the room, waves her spatula around—she’d been in the middle of making Christmas dessert, for God’s sake—and points a berry-stained finger at Caroline. “You. Throw something.”

All Caroline does is check her lipstick in the still-whole mirror, and all Klaus does is draw, and it’s quite different than the cacophony she usually bears witness to, the hoarse throats and the thirsty crying and the bloodshed, all the blood. Caroline gives herself an appraising nod, Klaus flips a page, and Rebekah, well. Rebekah wants to yell.

“Someone needs to be yelling!” Rebekah yells.

Caroline flicks Klaus a glance. He’s looking back at her rather witheringly. Caroline smiles, “Good bye, you old lard.”

“I hope you remember how the door works. It shuts after you leave.” Klaus’ returning smile is an easy one, and he stands, offering her his hand. “Do you need change for the cab?”

As expected, the jibe is ignored. Caroline ruffles his hair in a show of fondness. “Get yourself a decent haircut for once, alright?”

And then she’s gone and so is her perfume and the oven dings and Klaus goes back to his seat, and the music in the room keeps crooning something chirpy and sweet. There is no crescendo, there is no crash, there is just the sound of the door shutting after Caroline leaves.

—

“You are a bloody fool,” Rebekah says, resetting the table for two. Klaus puts a cut of turkey in his plate, humming under his breath, but his jaw is clenched and the silverware gripped in his hands look a little bent. “You God awful, bloody, bloody fool. What the hell did you do now?”

The silence stretches to fill the room and Rebekah hardly touches her dinner, her perfectly cooked roast, the glistening plum and raspberry jam, the light biscuit jaconde Caroline always loved layering with dark chocolate. She sucks her wine through tightly pursed lips, placing upon her brother a gaze so severe the clouds outside scatter.

Klaus slops wine into his mouth, chews furiously on his dinner, wipes his mouth with the back of his hand. He returns her gaze in kind, and the town shivers around them.

At long last, quietly, miserably—

“Must it always be me?”

—

“And must it always be me,” Rebekah sighs, “the most amazing sister you will ever have, to give you lessons on how to court your own wife.”

Klaus, biting through the neck of a brunette, mutters something incorrigible, which Rebekah elects to ignore on account of him being an idiot. She blows a piece of hair out of her face and taps her foot impatiently until Klaus is quite finished. It isn’t long before Rebekah gives him a thorough dressing down, pushes him out the door and threatens eviction, and he exclaims, “It’s my bloody house!”, but pretends he hasn’t already booked his flight tickets.

When Caroline swings open her hotel room she isn’t surprised to find Klaus there, scowl on his face that matched her own.

“Come home,” is the first thing he says. The second: “Did you really charge five different hotels to my account? How much of a head start did you think that would give you?”

“I will not,” is her first response. And her second: “I was just in the middle of packing, actually.”

But she steps aside and he follows her in, her perfume dizzying, and he realizes with a strange despondency that she’s changed it without him realizing. He pauses just inside the room, leaning a shoulder against the wall, and watches her. Her hair is longer, falling down her shoulders when she leans over her suitcase, but it still held the same curls, moonlit and magicked, he used to say, the way they always caught the light. Suddenly he sees that same hair sopping with blood, matted to her cheeks, his hands pushing them away clumsily, his lips searching, his body hungry—

—and he says, voice thick, “You’re beautiful.”

If Caroline is suspicious he doesn’t blame her, because he had forgotten, and he doesn’t know how he can possibly forgive himself, especially when he notices the bracelet she’s wearing. And he can’t stop himself then, surging forward to wrap a hand around her neck, to press his forehead against the soft cushion of her curls. “I’ve fucking missed you.”

Stiff in his arms she does nothing to push him away, and she sounds puzzled when she says, “It’s only been three days, asshole.”

Mouth still buried in so much her, he says, “You know what I mean.”

She still hasn’t moved. Klaus closes his eyes to the hotness building in them and his hand roves from her neck to the notches of her spine, the slope of her back, coming to rest on her hip. His other hand he uses to bring her fingers to his lips, a soft graze of a kiss. And then he sways her.

“What the hell—“ Caroline falls into step with him after the initial clattering of her heels, “—are you doing?”

“Dancing with you,” Klaus replies.

Caroline frowns. “Why?”

Klaus sighs. “I’m trying to romance you.”

There are about a dozen questions in Caroline’s eyes, he can see: she’s angry, she’s confused, she’s resigned, she’s—she’s nodding, and she’s resting her head on his chest. “I do like to be romanced.”

“And I do like to romance you,” Klaus says. He closes his eyes to the press of her body against his, “I just – forgot. How to. When to.”

“Please tell me this isn’t your entire apology,” Caroline mutters, and he chuckles then, though it sounds thick, clogged and wet in the back of his throat. The urge to kiss her is sudden and suffocating.

“Caroline,” he says, and then changes his mind. “Love,” he decides, and nods – it sounded better, and if his senses weren’t deceiving him he feels Caroline melt easier into his touch. “I’m sorry I’ve been—“

“—a total dick,” she interrupts. “An absolute asshole, a nightmare to share a bed with, when you’re even there to share a bed with—“

He tries again. “I got caught up in—”

“Things that totally do not concern our marriage—adding to New Orleans’ already alarming body count, for example—”

“—business cropping up that required attention—“

“—away from me, and I’ve been nothing but supportive—“

“And overbearing,” he reminds, “and bloody difficult to be with as well—“

“Only because you stopped loving me,” she hisses, and there it is – the cracking in his chest, the clenching of his heart.

He asks, suddenly, desperately, “Do you hate me now?”

“Klaus…” Her eyes shutter and she exhales slowly and definitely. It strikes him in the gut the way her shoulders sag, but not from relief, when she says, “I had to do something, do you know how terrifying, how all-encompassing it felt to share a bed with a stranger every night? I’ve had—this isn’t the first time…” she’s having trouble looking at him now, blinking rapidly, “You stopped loving me.”

“Never,” Klaus says harshly, pulling her so close there is no telling where she ended and he began, “Don’t you dare think that.”

“But I did,” Caroline says so sadly, and her eyes are so big and so wet and he feels the same welling inside him as well, and he can’t help it anymore: he kisses her, tastes the salt of her unshed tears, tastes the blood on her tongue and the syrup of her teeth, the sharp of them. He kisses her with the heat of a fever, feeling the same dam breaking inside him. They fall into bed, him on top of her, her suitcase upsetting itself onto the floor, her hands in his hair, his heart entirely not his own anymore. She cries into his shoulder and he holds her, cries with her, a bittersweet relief seeping from him, regret and remembrance and denial and defeat crushing his insides, but when she lifts her head and looks at him through tear-crushed lashes, when she smiles at him, he feels his heart returning, he feels a yearning for home, for her.

“I love you, Caroline,” he says, burying it with a kiss.

“And don’t you forget that,” she says, or she threatens, but it sounds so sweet coming from her.

#klaroline #klaus x caroline #otp: speak my name when you damn me #hannah writes things

[euthoriaz]

Cleon in Infinite Darkness Ted-Talk

Don't mind me but I want to let this out to y'all.

I've seen the newest Infinite Darkness trailer 10000000 times ( well, duh, of course. I'm there for Cleon moments ) and yet I've realized these all just now. But y'all gotta bear with me because this post is gonna be looong. Like I mean, LONG.

Can y'all see his little smile when he says "Claire?"🥺

I think that speaks alone of how happy he is when Claire's there out of the blue. It's always nice whenever someone sees a familiar face in their work place. Especially if that familiar face doesn't work in the same place as him and that familiar face is someone he trusts a lot.

I'm sure Leon's expression here means they're comfortable with each other. At least they are. They trust each other and most importantly they support each other. I'm not saying they act like lovers but this could lead to something more than just ordinary friends. Best friend? Could be. Lovers? This also could happen and has lots of potentials since in RE2 REMAKE, he also flirts with her. And it's very obvious that Claire is also into him A LOT ( honestly, who doesn't? ). That fence scene is one helluva big hit, ahem 👀

Anyway, back to Infinite Darkness, I legit screamed that Capcom gives this subtle hint. Maybe I was blinded by my excitement the first time I saw the newest trailer so I didn't realize it. But yeah, homeboy actually smiles genuinely when he calls her name. His expression is like he can't believe she's really there in front of him. NOT TO MENTION HIS HEAD NOD WHEN HE SAYS HER NAME🥺

NGL, I thought I was tripping when I first saw it. I thought I was blinded by my Cleon obsession so my eyes tricked me🤣. I replayed the scene backward again and again and again (I didn't regret it ofc).

But yes, dear God, my eyes didn't trick me and this is real😭😭. I WAS SO FREAKING HAPPY YET I WAS SHOCKED. I had to pause the trailer to find the right moment to screen capture it.

Beside, c'mon y'all. When's the last time Leon smiles genuinely to a woman that's not Claire? Yeah he smiles to lots of women. BUT it's always a smirk or a teasing one. Never once a genuine smile. But not to Claire. He always genuinely smiles at her. In Re2Make, Darkside Chronicles, even in Degeneration.

Hell, Degeneration is full of Cleon moment even though they only share several scenes together. I'll talk about this in different post so keep your eyes on it!

Look at his left hand. LOOK AT IT.

I can assure y'all that this is not because of inertia ( one of physics law which makes our body move because of a sudden stop ). Leon is also not gonna grab the damn document in Claire's hand. That's not a gesture someone would make if that were the case.

I'm not sure but to me it feels like he wants to shake her hand? Or maybe hugging her or grab her shoulder? It looks like it because his arm stops mid-air as if he has another intention to her. Not just because he stops in front of her. It's such an awkward movement if there isn't any reason behind it. So, at least, there must be one. I could be wrong or I probably read it too much tho so I leave it to your own interpretation.

Homeboy wanna say something else

Homeboy with infinite hair wants a conversation 100%. IMO, Leon clearly wants to say something else to Claire but for whatever reason, he chooses not to. Dammit Leon. His body language and the way he doesn't break his eye contact with Claire says it all. There's this moment of silence before he says "don't do anything stupid" to her. And by looking at his expression, it's clear that he has something on his mind but decides to keep it to himself in the end. This is more emphasized by the way his mouth opens a little bit while he slightly leans to Claire. If y'all want more, his face after he tells Claire to not do something reckless clearly states that he actually wants to continue their convo but he has another obligation he needs to fulfill. His smiling face before he goes is like saying "Look, believe me I want to keep talking to you. But you know the drill and how it goes. I'm sorry, Claire. Gotta run. It's great seeing your face tho"

FURTHERMORE, the fact that he says "don't do anything stupid" to her speaks that he actually knows her well and how she is as a person. He knows what lengths Claire is willing to go to prevent another outbreak. He telling her not to be reckless means he cares about her. If he's not, he can just say "gotta go" to her and that's it. But no. He didn't do that even tho it's clear that he's in a rush.

Claire teases him and he smiles back at her

Believe me or not but if y'all see his face closely, he actually does respond to her by smiling before it cuts to "A Netflix Original Anime Series" text. Damn Capcom always gives us the subtle hints. And again, I didn't realize this at the first because it only plays for a brief moment.

Yup. Thank me later because I'm not done yet🤣

THIS

Can we talk that Leon practically jumps and runs on a collapsing bridge? Not to mention, there's a pool of acid below it. Homeboy really gives it all out.

I just love the fact that Capcom highlights this scene before it cuts to Resident Evil Infinite Darkness title text. Like it's something so dramatic.

Want something more?

This

AND FINALLY THIS

THESE SUBTLE HINTS ARE GOING TO SEND ME TO MY DEATH. CAPCOM DON'T FREAKING TEASE US LET THEM BE TOGETHER FOR PETE'S SAKE!

Anyway, reason why I ship both of them together is because their relationship is always based on trust. Leon is always sincere to Claire everytime they meet. And it seems like at the end of the day, Claire will always be the person he trusts no matter what. They have such a natural and healthy relationship. Claire never lies to him and has shown great concern to him several times in RE 2 REMAKE. On the other hand, Leon too has shown his concern of her in Degeneration. But let's continue that in other post.

I know this post is veryyy looooong. Please don't mind me because they're my otp for a very long goddamn time, dammit🤣

I lost count of it.

Thanks for coming to my TED talk✨

#cleon #claire redfield #leon s kennedy #leon kennedy #give us the cleon we want god dammit capcom #leon x claire #leon and claire #claire and leon #claire x leon #resident evil infinite darkness #re infinite darkness #now is the time for cleon #even sherry ships them #it's been years goddammit

[odetojeons]

Hello! If this isn't a bother, what do you think Joshua's biggest kinks are? You did It with Jeonghan and Wonwoo, so I was just curious! Thank you :)

Nooo, it’s never a bother, don’t worry!! It’s the purpose of this account after all hehe

Role Play — Okay, I don’t know if you’re gonna agree with me on this but Joshua’s so into role play. He wouldn’t be too much into the heavy ones though, would like you to wear pretty clothes for him as he wears a suit (why a suit I have no idea, but I can imagine him sitting on the edge of the bed while dressed in a suit, manspreading as he waits for you to crawl over at him and kneel between his legs, big and veiny hands caressing your cheek before he pulls you closer to mouth at his clothed cock).

Over Knee Stockings — Damn it, I just think Joshua gets so turned on with pretty clothes. He would love when his partner uses stockings for him, and if you put a garther too... Oh, he would go absolutely insane. He would pull on the strap and let it snap back on your skin as you sit on his lap, and to be honest he would admire you so much wearing this kind of stuff for him.

Lace Kink — I SWEAR THIS IS THE LAST CLOTHING KINK,, I think. Just. You wearing lace. Not much of a explanation other than Joshua loving to see the soft fabric on you. Lace underwear or lace bra, if his partner has boobs or likes to wear bras; any type of lace, really. Especially if it’s a lace choker. Something about your neck looking delicious and extremely inviting with it.

Body Worship — Oooh, Joshua is such a body worshiper. My heart clenches just thinking about it. He would lay you down on the bed, completely naked, and just stay there looking at every centimeter of your skin like it’s his new favorite thing. Would trail his fingers from the tip of your toes, passing through your calfs, knees, thighs, even teasingly brush against your private parts before he goes to the belly button, circles his finger around it to watch your lower stomach clench, and then pinch your nipples suddenly, all in the while he praises you gently. Which brings to the next kink:

Praise Kink — Joshua is all about praising you. Every few seconds he would tell you how beautiful you are, how you look so pretty on the clothes you’re wearing, so stunning falling apart just for him. He’s very gentle with words (emphasizes on words, Joshua is only gentle when he speaks, but his actions says otherwise, whether it’s when he manhandles you around when you’re having sex or fucks you so hard you think the bed might break).

Face Sitting — Haha. I think I might start crying from unholy places very soon. Um. I just think he would love when you ride his face, and it’s actually one of his major kinks. Whether it’s for rimming or cunnilingus, Joshua would want you to sit on his tongue and move those beautiful hips of yours until you’re a moaning mess and coming all over him. He’s all about giving you pleasure instead of pleasuring himself, because every time he sees you feeling good it’s like he’s getting a personal stroke to his cock.

Spanking — His HANDS. They are the reason. Joshua has such big hands, would love to watch them all over you, especially if it meant to have a red mark adorning your pretty ass. He wouldn’t do it for the sadistic part though, but wether to see the flesh jiggle when he slaps it hard, or your needy little whine after it. He would actually feel pleasure to see the print he just left on you.

Choking — His HANDS part 2. Just. Yes. His hands on your neck. I don’t think Joshua would do to the point of cutting your airflow, but rather squeezing at the sides to leave you light headed and possibly make you cry from it. I mostly think he’s a soft dom, but there’s this evil part of him that wants to see tears of pleasure on your face, although I don’t think it’s big enough that I add dacryphilia on this list.

Cock Warming — Oh shit Joshua and cock warning skyrocketing on my list of otps,, in general, his partner on top of him as he tells them what to do is such a turn on for him. Now you sitting on his cock, all pretty and quiet for him, isn’t different. Joshua would even put a movie just so you could cock warming him as he watches it, because he wants to feel the heat of your body close to his in a moment of calmness in which the both of you become one. Does that make sense?

Overstimulation — Joshua wants to pleasure you as many times as you want, so I don’t think he would be much of a edger (since it’s mostly for teasing and punishment purposes). He just wants you to feel so good you don’t know what to do with yourself anymore, be a crying and moaning mess and writhing all over the bed.

Pet Names — Well, not really a kink but I just think Joshua would be so into cute pet names. Such as sweetheart, darling, baby, my love, princess, prince, pup, sunshine, any of that kind. Especially the first two. He just exhales the sweetheart energy, calling you softly by it like he’s not fucking your soul out of your body.

Shibari — Oh yes. YES. I have even written a short imagine about this already (you can search for it on my pinned, if you want) and I think it’s such a Joshua thing. Not all types of bondage, but shibari especially, because he thinks the rope patterns are beautiful and interesting, even more so if they are sitting across your skin. There’s this deep part of him that gives a feral satisfaction on watching you try to squirm away, only able to take what he gives you, but you didn’t hear it from me.

Love Making — Not precisely a kink again, but I felt the need to put this here. I think no matter how kinky things get with him, everything will be done with so much love you sometimes might even feel (positively) overwhelmed. Joshua would tell you how much he loves you all the way through, make sure you’re okay and take care of you, and something tells me his aftercare is so damn loving. As always a gentleman.

The end!! I hope you liked this one too, I really love the concept of soft dom Joshua when it comes to sex JKWSKSK

#seventeen x reader #seventeen imagine #seventeen smut #svt smut #svt imagines #joshua imagine #joshua x reader #joshua smut #hong jisoo smut

[hopefulobjectmiracle]

A quick analysis of the puppy scene in 3x15, because my OTP is perfect.

This is honestly just a whole lot of gushing and flailing, tbh. Because Kurt and Blaine and their relationship are wonderful and I love them so, so much. So much so that I can write paragraphs on a scene that is barely one minute long. 

This somehow ended up being much longer than I intended, oops. Hope you enjoy it :)

We start off this scene with Blaine alone at his locker, presumably putting away his belongings from his last class, and you can still see Kurt’s ‘Gay-diddy-gay-gay-gay’ class council election poster on the inside of Blaine’s locker, even months after Kurt lost the election. But Blaine still keeps it up, because he loves Kurt, and if he had it his way, Kurt would win everything. Awww. He appears to be deep in thought, and when Kurt hides behind Blaine’s locker, speaking in the world’s most adorably terrible British accent, it startles Blaine for a second.

And man, does that make me sad. This is a kid that has been bullied, undoubtedly shoved into lockers and pushed here and there just like Kurt was. He hears an unfamiliar voice and immediately flinches back in fear, expecting the worst. 

But it isn’t the worst - it’s the best. Because it’s Kurt, the person Blaine loves more than anything, hiding behind the locker, and it’s Kurt speaking in that cute-ass accent holding a stuffed puppy in front of his face. 

(Side note - I once read that Chris Colfer improvised the dialogue and accent of this scene, as well as coming up with the name for the puppy, which totally checks out since Chris is a huge Anglophile.)

And as soon as Blaine recognizes his boyfriend, his face breaks out into the sunniest smile, and he does his signature “Kurt-made-me-laugh” move, the blushy head-duck (see here for reference). 

Kurt also looks similarly delighted to see Blaine, because Blaine is lovely and Kurt loves him so, so much, and because he’s also excited to show Blaine the gift he got him and help Blaine out with his problems. Kurt really loves Blaine, y’all. He looks so damn proud of the stuffed animal he got for him and equally proud of his own ability to make Blaine laugh with his clever puns. 

Kurt goes on to explain that Finn won the stuffed puppy while out at the amusement park for Senior Skip Day, along with thirteen others for Rachel, and as soon as he says this, Blaine nods along as if to say - oh, of course, that Rachel - because Blaine is considerate as hell and knows his friends very well. And in honest-to-god Kurt fashion, bb stole the puppy from his brother, because Kurt is the definition of Be Gay, Do Crime, and he also recognizes that Rachel does not need 14 different stuffed animals. 

He pouts a little right then, telling Blaine that he wanted to give it to him so that Blaine would have something, since Kurt wasn’t able to convince Blaine to go with them on the field trip. I wonder how that conversation went. 

Also, pouty Kurt is fucking adorable. Protect him at all costs.

Blaine is melancholy again, telling Kurt that he would have just brought the mood down for the group. And when Blaine says this? Kurt stops beating around the bush and gets straight to the point. 

Sweetly stroking the stuffed puppy, Kurt tells Blaine that he understands him. That he gets that family problems are hard, because they’re hard for him too. He uses himself as an example to try and get his point across to Blaine more effectively, and mentions that he and Finn disagree on nearly everything, but at the end of the day, they love one another and are always there for one another despite their differences. 

I’m also getting so many brotherly Furt feelings from Kurt referring to Finn as “the big lug” and talking about how much he loves him. Ugh. I also cry at the line where Kurt tells Blaine that he only has one brother and shouldn’t give up on that, given what happens to Finn. I wish we’d gotten more of that relationship in canon before Cory’s untimely passing, because they clearly had so much love for one another, both on-screen and off.

Anyway, Kurt sees the love he has with his brother and wants Blaine to be able to experience the same thing, because he loves Blaine so, so much and he thinks that Blaine deserves everything great in this world. He also brings back the cute-ass accent, and upon seeing Blaine look upset, bumps Margaret Thatcher Dog against Blaine’s cheek to get him to smile again - which Blaine absolutely does; his face is bright and sunny again because of Kurt’s silliness. Awww. 

Kurt tells Blaine never to give up, and Blaine indignantly responds that Cooper is the one who is leaving for a big audition. Kurt pauses, and tells Blaine that Cooper hasn’t actually left him yet. He says that Cooper is waiting in the auditorium, hoping that Blaine will come and talk to him and make things right. This line very strongly implies that Kurt and Cooper coordinated this, and that Kurt made an effort of talking to Cooper to try and arrange a meeting with Blaine - because in a matter of mere days, Kurt was able to glean how important their relationship was to Blaine and wanted to do everything he could to fix it. Give him all the boyfriend awards, folks.

I’m kidding. Please don’t start the Better Boyfriend Olympics again, lol.

Blaine huffs out that talking doesn’t actually work with Cooper, and that he’s tried it to no avail. And Kurt just nods knowingly, as if he was aware that Blaine would say that. And though it isn’t explicitly mentioned, I bet he did know. He then goes on to say that perhaps talking isn’t the best answer for Blaine. Maybe there’s something else, a better method of communicating his feelings that would work more for Blaine. 

Okay. You know what this reminds me of? Flash back a year, to Silly Love Songs. This is (perhaps unintentionally) a direct callback to 2x12. Back when Blaine was still crushing on someone who is not Kurt, he said this to the Warblers about his idea to serenade Jeremiah. 

Blaine (2011): I'm not really good at talking about my feelings. I'm much better at singing them.

And here are Kurt’s words, from more than a year later. 

Kurt (2012): Maybe talking is not the answer. Maybe you need to show him how you really feel in the best, most honest way you know how. 

Can I just stop right here and squeal a little bit? Because Kurt knows his boyfriend so, so well. He remembers the things that Blaine tells him, even things from over a year ago. He holds onto this key piece of information about Blaine, because Blaine is important to him and the things he tells Kurt are worth remembering. And here, in this scene, he puts his memory to good use to try and remind Blaine of his most effective and heartfelt form of communication so that he can help Blaine mend fences with his brother. 

GIVE HIM THE BOYFRIEND AWARDS, FOLKS!

Kurt is so, supportive of Blaine and just wants the best for him, and it just boggles my mind when people claim that Kurt didn’t love Blaine as much as Blaine loved him, because from even short simple scenes like this one, anyone can tell that it isn’t true. 

After listening to Kurt, Blaine stops, and for the first time, genuinely considers it. Prior to this, all of Cooper’s attempts at talking couldn’t get through to him. Blaine still felt the jealousy and resentment from all those years growing up. But after hearing Kurt’s advice, he puts that aside and realizes that some things, like family, are more important, and so he makes that decision to go see his brother and try and express his feelings in a different way. 

Blaine turns to go meet Cooper, and Kurt watches him go, looking so damn proud of his boyfriend and so, so hopeful...

Y’all know what happens next. Blaine and Cooper, a pair of brothers, sing a breakup song. Yet somehow, it works. Singing manages to communicate all of those emotions that were suppressed before, and opens the doors for real conversation between the two of them. They do successfully patch things up, with Cooper finally recognizing Blaine’s talent and Blaine trying to support Cooper in future endeavors. They are on a path to a close relationship, which is all both of them had ever really wanted in the first place. 

And if not for Kurt’s advice, this may not have happened. Y’all heard that right - Kurt Hummel helped Blaine patch things up with a member of his family because he knew how important it was to Blaine, and he knew how badly Blaine wanted this even if Blaine didn’t let it show. From all the bits and pieces of information we’ve gathered over the years about Blaine’s family, they don’t appear to be all that close, which is why it’s even more important for Blaine that he is able to reconcile with his brother.

(For more of my thoughts on Blaine’s family, feel free to check out this analysis of mine. Yeah, this is a shameless self promo. Deal with it.)

So...what was the point of this analysis? I’m not quite sure. I suppose I just had a lot of feelings about Blaine, Klaine, family, and the way that Kurt shows love. Like I’ve said millions of times, just because Kurt is more subtle in the way that he shows love to Blaine, doesn’t mean that it’s any less powerful. Scenes like this, in which he handpicks Blaine’s own words and uses them to push Blaine towards something he was too afraid to admit he really wanted? Kurt helping reconcile Blaine with his family? This is Klaine at its best, and scenes like this are why I will always, always ship this couple. 

Kurt and Blaine are incredible, y’all. 

Peace. 

#idiots think blaine loved kurt more than kurt loved him #klaine #klaine meta #glee 3.15 #blaine anderson #kurt hummel #cooper anderson

[hillnerd]

Hey Hilly :) Sokka x Zuko for the ship game. And Happy new year! 💛

HAPPY NEW YEAR!

ULTIMATE SHIP MEME! Send in two (or more) names and I’ll fill all this out about the ship!

General:

Rate the Ship -   Awful | Ew | No pics pls | I’m not comfortable | Alright | I like it! | Got Pics? | Let’s do it! | Why is this not getting more attention?! | The OTP to rule all other OTPs

How long will they last? -FOREVER

How quickly did/will they fall in love? -It took time- I think Sokka is the first to recognize it as he has the most self awareness. Zuko is doing something soft or hawt and Sokka is like 'oh....... Wait I don't have those feelings for Zu--- Oh spirits I DO!what? damn!' and Zuko is all 'I have never, a day in my life, known what's going on in my own head for more than about 5% of the time because I repressed that part of my brain-- but I know I like men which father and his ilk said was shameful so I have never, a day in my life, listened to those feelings because I repressed that part of my brain... And Sokka is beautiful and makes me want to be soft in ways I didn't know I COULD. I probably have a head cold... ' So it takes a long time for the two to actually communicate anything- because Sokka is convinced Zuko doesn't like him that way and any of his 'patented moves' to test the waters are not working, and Zuko is convinced no one likes him that way unless they say something or kiss him- so yeah- pining 250k after years of knowing one another Zuko accidentally explodes saying he loves Sokka and Sokka is like 'well then let's do this! I didn't know but I had a spreadsheet of data I was considering!' A Zuko is melting into the floor because feelings.

How was their first kiss? passion, burning, sokka might still have a tiny scar from Zuko's thumbs on his hips.

Wedding:

Who proposed? Sokka- and Zuko did not know it for like 2 weeks

Who is the best man/men? Toph Aang Katara Suki and Mai

Who is the braid’s maid(s)? -

Who did the most planning? Sokka- he IS the plan guy- Zuko more complies with the traditions he is expected to so he doesn't disappoint anyone

Who stressed the most? Zuko

How fancy was the ceremony? - Back of a pickup truck | 2 | 3 | 4 | Normal Church Wedding | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | Kate and William wish they were this big. I'm convinced Sokka would try to keep is small but Zuko is like 'but the priests and council are saying' so it ends up being fancy but without a lot of people bc Sokka and public speaking is not the kind of stress he wants on a wedding day- and I'm pretty sure the fire nation wouldn't be like 'gay wedding? let's make this super public' since they didn't even like DANCING - so yeah.

Who was specifically not invited to the wedding? ozai and azula (depending on her mental health at the time)

Sex:

Who is on top? I think they switch it up more when they're younger, but Sokka tops like 75% of the time when they're older

Who is the one to instigate things? Sokka is much more likely to instigate earlier in their relationship as Zuko is so uptight- but as he relaxes and realizes 'no, sokka wants you to do this' he's like- 'oh! okay- well then I'm happy to initiate kissing/more' and it becomes very even

How healthy is their sex life? - Barely touch themselves let alone each other | 2 | 3 | 4 | Once a couple weeks, nothing overboard | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | They are humping each other on the couch right now

How kinky are they? - Straight missionary with the lights off | 2 | 3 | 4 | Might try some butt stuff and toys | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | Don’t go into the sex dungeon without a horse’s head

How long do they normally last? like 10-12 minutes or so on average- but other times it's languorous and long, or marathon sessions- they switch it up depending on time and mood

Do they make sure each person gets an equal amount of orgasms? Try to! Though I think Sokka is very much the sort to be like 'no it's about you tonight' and after Zuko realizes that Sokka does that a lot he's like 'No tonight is about YOU' - and eventually they're like 'ya know what? it's about both of us like 93% of the time.'

How rough are they in bed? - Softer than a butterfly on the back of a bunny | 2 | 3 | 4 | The bed’s shaking and squeaking every time | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | Their dirty talk is so vulgar it’d make Dwayne Johnson blush. Also, the wall’s so weak it could collapse the next time they do it. I see Sokka as having a variety of dirty talks he brings out, and that dueling/combat could be a bit of a turn on- so yeah- I can see it being a bit rough at times :)

How much cuddling/snuggling do they do? - No touching after sex | 2 | 3 | 4 | A little spooning at night, or on the couch, but not in public | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | They snuggle and kiss more often than a teen couple on their fifth date to a pillow factory. Sokka is a cuddler- Zuko won't do so in public very often.

Children:

How many children will they have naturally? 0 or perhaps Mai or Suki helps them out- so 1

How many children will they adopt? 1-2

Who gets stuck with the most diapers? they try to keep it even- but Zuko is better at not being dramatic about it so he will take the worst ones

Who is the stricter parent? Zuko

Who stops the kid(s) from doing dangerous stunts after school? Sokka as he's pretty good at precaution vs Zuko is not the best at knowing when something is too extreme as he's like 'i was doing that when I was 5' 'and whose Idea was that?' '...... my father's....' 'and your father--' 'is not an example of proper human interactions or standards.... I know >:( ..... 8('

Who remembers to pack the lunch(es)? Sokka- first off he's the one who remembers most things- and second it's FOOD

Who is the more loved parent? equal

Who is more likely to attend the PTA meetings? Sokka- sometimes with a beard- but Zuko would show up too and be like 'why are you wearing a beard'- 'I'm on the board' 'that doesn't explain the beard---' *random person comes up* 'Ah! Mr Fire!' 'That's right. Wang Fire!' Sokka crows in a deep voice and Zuko's jaw hits the floor as horror washes over him as Sokka proceeds to do PTA stuff in a beard and silly voice under the name Wang Fire for an hour.

Who cried the most at graduation? Sokka, with Zuko being like 'why are you crying?' 'she's all grown up and <blah blah blah describes the end of an era etc> *Zuko tears up* 'oh wait, Zuko are YOU crying?' 'WHAT?! NO! I'VE NEVER CRIED A DAY IN MY LIFE *YOU* ARE CRYING- SHUT UP.'

Who is more likely to bail the child(ren) out of trouble with the law? Sokka loves this stuff- but Zuko usually just firelords it and lets Sokka think it was all thanks to his brilliant gift of the gab

Cooking:

Who does the most cooking? Sokka

Who is the most picky in their food choice? Zuko

Who does the grocery shopping? -Sokka

How often do they bake desserts? -not that often- they more buy it than make it themselves

Are they more of a meat lover or a salad eater? -hahahah MEAT

Who is more likely to surprise the other(s) with an anniversary dinner? -Zuko getting Sokka his face foods of the water tribe- even though he hates them personally

Who is more likely to suggest going out? Sokka- he loves trying new food

Who is more likely to burn the house down accidently while cooking? Zuko in frustration

Chores:

Who cleans the room? Zuko- did you see how sparse his rooms were? vs Sokka is the sloppy sort who has plans everywhere

Who is really against chores? -neither likes them- sokka hates them more

Who cleans up after the pets? Zuko

Who is more likely to sweep everything under the rug? Sokka

Who stresses the most when guests are coming over? Zuko

Who found a dollar between the couch cushions while cleaning? Sokka- he was VERRRY pleased with himself

Misc:

Who takes the longer showers/baths? Sokka loves long relaxing baths - they also help with the chronic pain in his leg

Who takes the dog out for a walk? -dragon, and Zuko

How often do they decorate the room/house for the holidays? -Sokka doesn't do it until he DOES and then he goes HARDCORE- so either there is nothing for like 2 years, or he makes a working moving model to celebrate a festival and goes full extra. Zuko goes along with whatever makes Sokka and Izumi happy

What are their goals for the relationship? -

Who is most likely to sleep till noon? Sokka

Who plays the most pranks? Sokka

#zukka #sokka #zuko #Avatar The Last Airbender

[youranxiousnerd]

Spring Break Thoughts

bc i want to get stuck in an airport and break into first class

spoilers below

EJ DOING THE INTRO

the most...profound intro?

“maybe it’s really about other people” looks at gina

i have jumped on the portwell train

when i first saw they were doing zoom backgrounds i was not on board, but they’ve grown on me carlos’ sucks

miss jenn and the zoom backgrounds

NI NI HEL LO

nini didn’t you get cut?

you know miss jenn they could get together out side of school (at least the kids who are here)

olivia is so pretty

aww carlos called miss jenn his madrina

HA I KNEW IT OF COURSE CARLOS INVITED SEB

seblos tension, ill get to that later

they’re so passive aggressive guys i love it

ASH AND EJ

CASWELL COUSINS YESSS

“You guys are watching like, old, old movies”

“This is why we’re soulmates” the redyln goal has been reached bye

this...this is the only line they get?

miss jenn has obviously not gotten the memo

three weeks and you havent blocked act two

“not it”

of course sebby is the last one to leave

“bye” awww miss jenn

GINA THAT LITTLE GIG YESSSS

just one complement after another ej

AHHHH EJ WITH PAINTED NAILS YESSSSS

he looks so good ej should do it more often

ej fell hard guys

jack in the background doing tik toks i cant

gina and signs

RICKY IN A BLANKET

ugh its lynne

i dont care enough to spell her name right

“just being a burrito here”

bitter ricky, i feel ya

“I’m sorry to hear that’s it over” *smiles*

nini you should have just posted a video

ope empty notebook

awww ej’s insta

gina and jack

thats it

“she changed her name” nina is literally her real name 

the leg pull away

ricky and bedding is my new favorite ship besides therapy

“Your boy Jack”

when i first saw the promo for this nini scene i was worried it was gonna be another solo (shes had like 16)

I SPY WITH MY LITTLE EYE A RAINBOW HEART

my gay heart is bursting

nina really said “rainbows are awesome” this episode

and the necklace is off

guys i love improv scenes

it was so goood

soooo howie and kourt just get no closure after that killer song last week? no nothing? 

BAHAHAHA KOURTNEY BREAKING UP

i love kourtney

sofia is so pretty

okay i dont ship jack and gina but they’re fun together, little chaos demons

THE DUKE SWEATSHIRT AHHHH

“my friends, like, my castmates, they think it sucks what you did on opening night”

good talk, long overdo. nothing is solved by any means but little steps

the therapy line omfg 

“HI, CUPCAKE”

“I’ll meet you in the pool” there is an ocean right behind you

 “Don’t ask me”

“Ashlyn, Big Red, Miss. Jenn, Carlos”

the way seb’s face just DROPS when he mentions carlos

“Are you guys fighting” big red looked so happy omfg

“That would imply that we’re speaking”

“Who has time to talk when you’re busy posting selfies with random guys in a cabana”

guys i had to pause for five minutes because i was dying

jealous seb... where did you come from?

ALRIGHT IT IS TIME TO TALK ABOUT SEBLOS!!!!

first off, it seems the writers love to make major seblos things happen off screen. examples include there pinning and officially getting together

where... where did all this tension come from? it has been light the past two episodes then bam, everything they say to each other is bitter. since when is seb jealous? the writers have so many other conflicts to talk about and they choose jealous seb? off all thing?!?! im honestly kind of disappointed because there are so many other things to talk about from previous episodes and instead they choose this?!?!?! hopefully this isn’t the only thing that is addressed next week, it cant be. they better talk about the constant “no seb” because its an issue. 

moral of the story is i hope the fight next episode isn’t about seb being jealous bc there is so much more to talk about

i am loving passive aggressive seb like i hope that doesn’t go away when their conflict is resolved bc it’s awesome

HERE are my thoughts on the zoom call

okay seb’s line about doing public makes sense with the full episode

everyone on the call is just like “wtf happened to my otp”

EJJJJ

EJJJJ I LOVE YOU

THE BEST EJ SCENE 

“Hi Nini!” ejjjj

you have to watch the scene twice, one to watch nini and ashlyn and another for ej

EJ AND THE PUPPET THATS IT IM DONE

sassy gina i love her

guys i just love everybody

ASHLYN AND NINI I MISSED THIS DUO GAHHHHHH THEY’RE ADORABLE

ej is a child i love it

ricky i feel you with the songwriting

look at big red being best friend of the year now give him a plot line

i am under the impression jack recorded gina 

SHIT THE CANDLE TO LAMP TRANSITION YESSSSS

i love transitions and that was it

matt is ripped

julia lester showed up this season. queen shit 

she is perfect

YES BIG RED AND KOURTNEY DANCING I WANT MOREEEE

i am so confused with seb’s gloves

that has been bugging me for two days 

carlos has more style then a hawaiian shirt and khakis

im in heaven the harmonies are soooo good

they are amazing they sound so good

you can hear all there voices

julia popped off

aint seen nothin is really good, i wasn’t sure about it at first but its grown. they sound so damn good the talent they hold. not the best song but its fun

the video actually looks better than i thought it would

“Wow” me too richard

jack is fun, i’d be okay if he comes back. he is a little chaos demon.

i like how the writers didn’t make them romantic (for once), hopefully gina got his number bc i would

i want to be stuck at an airport with jack

“let you go” is genius. so far the best original song this season. josh has been killing it lately. this is the ballad ricky deserves. lyrical genius. he sounds sooo good.

the one time i agree with lynne

EJ YOU CAMEEEEEE

OMFG THEY’RE ADORABLE

PORTWELLLLLLL BABY WHOOOP

HE IS GONNA TREAT YOU SO GOOD GINA 

HE BROUGHT YOU FOOD AND TOOK YOUR BAG 

GAHHHHHH 

nOoOoOoOo thats it?!?! i cannot wait a week i refuse

i normally don’t talk about promos but episode 10 (im a sucker for sleepover episodes) is my most anticipated episode so we gonna do it. 

for starters ricky has a guitar, so he might sing?

AWW THE SETS THEY ARE SO PRETTY

ooo lily is back?

blueprint?

ashlyn and ricky where have you been?!?!

seb and the girls yesss

since in a heartbeat is next episode seb probably leaves? i hope it is a private moment

oh please talk about your other issues pleaseee

“why did i never hear about this?” nina no, it was an accident alright?

gina and nini haven’t interacted this season and the first thing they do is fight.

lets hope there “beef” doesn’t take the a slot 

maybe another seblos kiss?

did you know i love seblos

i have stocked up my tears for next week

#hsm the series #hsm the musical #hsmtsts #high school musical the series #hsmtmts season 2 #nini salazar roberts #nini #nina #ricky #ricky bowen #rini #gina #gina porter #ej #ej caswell #portwell #ashlyn moon caswell #ashlyn moon #ashlyn #ashlyn caswell #big red #redlyn #seb #seb mathew smith #carlos #carlos rodriguez #miss jenn #seblos #mr mazzara #Jack