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i thought she was asleep and wanted to capture the noise she makes when i wake her up but she just gave me the softest lil baby face

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I hope your vibrator runs out of battery halfway through and that the charger is on the other side of the room. And also that you die

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gay sex

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gave myself bangs & dyed my hair at 1:00am

also bunny

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a kitten, frankly

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i swear to god she poses. i have never met a cat who facial expresses so much.

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i can still relisten to the first episode of welcome to night vale and feel homesick for a town i've never lived in and that's the power of resonant storytelling

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REVERSE TROPE WRITING PROMPTS

Too many beds

Accidentally kidnapping a mafia boss

Really nice guy who hates only you

Academic rivals except it’s two teachers who compete to have the best class

Divorce of convenience

Too much communication

True hate’s kiss (only kissing your enemy can break a curse)

Dating your enemy’s sibling

Lovers to enemies

Hate at first sight

Love triangle where the two love interests get together instead

Fake amnesia

Soulmates who are fated to kill each other

Strangers to enemies

Instead of fake dating, everyone is convinced that you aren’t actually dating

Too hot to cuddle

Love interest CEO is a himbo/bimbo who runs their company into the ground

Nursing home au

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i tried to play something for my dad who is going through a hamilton phase and neither i nor the ukulele were meant for this task

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sometimes i glance down and she's just

#cats

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a stray scene

Matt doesn’t stop working on his essay when Foggy comes back from the party but then he smells blood.

“Are you good, buddy?” he asks, turning slowly.

“Totally fine,” Foggy says, sitting heavily on his bed and groaning softly. “I mean, I might have a small head wound? But other than that, I’ve actually never been better.”

“What happened to your head?” Matt asks, laughing.

“Four shots of tequila happened, my handsome friend,” Foggy says, gravely. “Four shots of tequila and falling down half a flight of stairs.”

“Shit,” Matt says, standing up. “Are you bleeding?”

“Not copiously,” Foggy says.

“But you are bleeding.”

Foggy yawns and mutters something about it being a flesh wound and Matt sighs.

“Hold still,” he says, reaching out to find Foggy’s hair and then stepping in close to trace his fingers through it until Foggy makes a sharp pained noise. He drops a hand to Foggy’s shoulder, squeezing it gently when he runs his fingers over what appears to be a small gash. “Sorry—come on, come to the bathroom with me. I’ll clean it for you.”

“I forgot about your first aid skills,” Foggy says, following Matt willingly. “From your traumatic childhood.”

“That part wasn’t so traumatic,” Matt says, laughing.

“I don’t think I really have any trauma other than head trauma,” Foggy says, leaning against the bathroom wall while Matt rummages through his first aid kit for an alcohol wipe. “Does that make me boring?”

“I think it makes you lucky, technically,” Matt says, gently moving Foggy’s head so he can clean the cut.

When he’s done, Foggy leans forward to rest his forehead on Matt’s shoulder, their bodies pressing together. Matt automatically hugs him. He’s getting good at knowing when he’s supposed to do that but worse and worse at ignoring what he wants to do when the hug lingers like this.

“Thank you for saving my life,” Foggy says, yawning loudly, wrapping his arms around Matt loosely.

“Just saving you from a possible infection,” Matt says, rubbing his back. "Maybe try taking elevators when you go past shot number three in the future?"

"You're so smart," Foggy says, lifting his head and kissing Matt directly on the mouth before walking off to their room. Matt stands there for about a minute and Foggy's already passed out by the time he follows him back, leaving him to deal with the aftermath of the moment alone.

#mattfoggy #my fic #daredevil

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would love anything more you have for senator Foggy if you're willing!

(donate any amount of money to the palestinian children's relief fund, fundraisers for families in gaza, or any similar efforts and i will write you an unspecified amount of fic)

this is essentially a scene that exists in the original novel that sprung from the original senator fic so i'm writing matt/foggy fic based on an original novel that was based on a matt/foggy fic. inception.

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Foggy’s pretty sure that he blacked out somewhere in the middle of the debate but he knows that it went well by the look on Matt’s face when he goes backstage and the sudden feeling that he could maybe lift a car over his head when Matt surges forward to kiss the hell out of him. One arm around him, one in Foggy’s hair, dragging him close—a big movie moment. Nothing that Karen prepped them for in their PR romance boot camp sessions.

“Sorry,” Matt says, stepping back abruptly, blushing. “That was just—Foggy.”

“That was all you, buddy,” Foggy says, grinning. “I’m just the puppet.”

“Bullshit,” Matt says, but he’s smiling just as hard.

“Come on, boys,” Karen says, practically vibrating, hooking an arm through each of theirs and dragging them toward the door. “We’ve got to take a victory lap for the press. Try not to be too smug—it’s warranted but it’s usually a bad look on a white guy.”

“Was I that good?” Foggy asks, laughing.

“Hey, I would’ve kissed you if Matt didn’t get to you first,” Karen says, smiling sideways at him.

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“So,” Foggy says, when he’s finally alone with Matt later in their hotel room.

“So,” Matt echoes, smiling hesitantly from where he’s sitting on the edge of the bed, looking like he doesn’t quite know what to do with himself.

“That wasn’t a press kiss, was it?” Foggy asks.

“I was planning on kissing you,” Matt says, sighing, “but I ended up. . .”

“Kissing me,” Foggy says, biting his lip, standing in front of him.

“Yeah,” Matt says, making a face up at him. “Sorry. I think extremely competent political rhetoric is my kink.”

“Knew that already,” Foggy says, laughing a little before settling his hands on his hip, trying to figure out what’s happening with Matt’s face right now. He’s clearly got something to say but he’s either scared to or doesn’t have the right words—which is rare, for Matt.

“. . .I’m trying to figure out how to ask if you want to sleep with me that will give me plausible deniability if you don’t,” Matt says, scrubbing a hand over his face, “but it’s not coming to me.”

Foggy smiles slowly, sitting next to him and wrapping an arm around him.

“Well, we’re already pretending to sleep together,” he says. “It would add to the authenticity.”

Matt laughs.

“It’s what’s best for the campaign, really,” he says, turning so their faces are close.

“I also literally couldn’t sleep with anybody else without looking like I’m cheating on you,” Foggy says, leaning in to barely brush their lips together, aching at the soft noise that Matt makes, “and it’s way too early for me to have a sex scandal. I’m holding off for my second term for that.”

“Well, as your campaign manager,” Matt says, brushing Foggy’s hair away from his face, “I can’t allow that to happen.”

If the backstage kiss verged on a little too intimate, the way Matt kisses him now is pornographic.

#mattfoggy #my fic #daredevil

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i just spent an hour watching chappell roan's coachella set and crying because she is so talented and i am so happy that she's blowing up after following her on tiktok for a couple of years. all of her songs are perpetually the song of the summer regardless of the season. the chorus of hot to go is never not playing somewhere deep in my subconscious. the bridge of good luck, babe murdered me and then revived me and then murdered me again.

she should have been given a pulitzer for writing the lines i've heard you like magic / i've got a wand and a rabbit. frankly.

please listen to chappell roan, the savior of pop music.

#chappell roan

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I love them,,,

#looooove

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Dulé Hill as Burton Guster in PSYCH (2006—2014)

#he should've gotten an emmy for the delivery of the devil is white line alone

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you 🫵 can kiss 👩‍❤️‍💋‍👨💋 a hundred 💯 boys 👨⛹️♂️ in bars 🍸🍹✨ shoot 🔫🌠 another shot 💥🎉 try to stop 🚫✋the feeling 🤭 you 🫵 can say it's just ✨the way you are✨🤥 make a new excuse 🗣️🤕 another stupid 🤡 reason 🙄 good luck babe 😘👄 WELL GOOD LUCK BABE 💥✨🌠🏳️‍🌈

#my brain the last two days

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everything in moderation. except garlic

#one of many reasons i stopped talking to my dad's parents is they told my mom she uses too much garlic in her cooking #bad people in general