#DD is such a cranky guy

[drifting-pieces-blog-blog]

Breaking Down the Comics: Teaming up with the Devil.

Moon Knight Issue #13: The Cream of the Jest. (1981) 

Moon Knight's first team up! Daredevil! 

At this point, he probably has appeared in the background of other comics and maybe even been badly sketched in one or two group shots. 

But this is the first Moon Knight comic that features another hero. 

And of course it's DareDevil. 

And thus we start Matt and Marc's long competition of who can be the most dramatically angst ridden. 

....I think Matt is winning. 

I'd also like to point out that ANY TIME Moon Knight teams up with someone, the issue always starts off with them fighting. (There is one hilarious exception and that is Franke Castle, who instantly bonded with Moon Knight and was like his BFF. That issue comes later). 

It's like anyone in the Avengers sees Moon Knight and kill bill sirens start playing. 

So the issue opens on Grand mansion and Jake (clothes and mustache make the man) is at the table reading the paper. He's not happy because someone he stopped as Moon Knight just got out on parole for being a 'model prisoner'. 

I want to point something out here: NEDDA THE COOK is better at respecting Jake than Marlene. 

She's still calling him Steven but whn Jake gets up to leave, Nedda takes the time to get it right: 

"Very well, master....ah, Jake." 

Little old granny Nedda! 

As Jake leaves, Marlene calls after Steven. 

"The name is Jake now, Lady." As he gets into his cab. 

Cut to two guys scheming together about what to do after they get out of jail. One promised to kill Moon Knight as his first act out of jail. The other is a villian named "The Jester '' because he had a poor stage performance and got booed off the stage once. 

He plans to ruin the director that fired him during his big big triumphant return to the stage. 

He also deeply hates DareDevil for putting him away. 

It's surprisingly easy to become a villain in the marvel universe. 

Yep, just as Moon Knight is planning to watch his guy, DareDevil plans to follow his own villain. I....I'm going to have to show you the glory of this age of DareDevil. 

Behold: 

Matt….What are you doing…. Was this the best way to do this? 

So the Jester is preparing for his scheme, putting together his 'deadly toys' and so on. 

He heads to the city and DareDevil follows. 

Meanwhile, Moon Knight is hot on the trail too. 

And he spots DareDevil, but he worries DareDevil is going to get in the way before the Jester leads him to his guy. 

Unfortunately the Jester nearly gets hit by a car and in New York fashion, the driver chews him out, leading to the Jester hitting him in the face with a Yo-yo. 

DareDevil assumes the worst and is ready to jump in and take him down. 

And so, Moon Knight is forced to interfere to keep DareDevil from ruining his plan. 

What does he do? Of course the most sensible thing and talks to him, right? NOPE. Throws one of his crescent darts at DareDevil and cuts his Billy Club Line. 

....And DareDevil lands in an arcade. Because of course he does. 

If you've read any DareDevil comics, you'll know that DD's greatest weakness (besides his crippling catholic guilt) is having his hearing overwhelmed. 

So while DareDevil is stunned and having a bad time with the loud sounds, Moon Knight straight up tackles him. 

Yeah, that's not how you make friends, Moon Knight. 

Jester stands outside the arcade watching the fight. 

I can't even imagine the citizen's of New York also watching these two idiots fight in an arcade. 

Jester runs off to carry out his plan. 

While DareDevil swings Moon Knight around on a billy club line. 

And Moon Knight throws his own Truncheon (big stick thing to hit people with). 

DareDevil is still off balance by the arcade sounds and gets whacked right in the face.

It's at this point that they've made a right mess of the arcade and the citizens decide they've had enough. 

Put to shame by the arcade patrons, Moon Knight FINALLY introduces himself. 

"The Name's Moon Knight, Daredevil, and it seems to me that enough is--"

"Right--Enough. We've almost hurt some innocent people as it is." 

They make up and decide to team up to stop the bad guys. 

Meanwhile, the Jester has made it to the theater and sends in his robots to cause chaos. 

They crash the play and take the audience hostage while the Jester does his thing. 

They proceed to rob the place. 

Running up to the theater, Moon Knight spots his man in the getaway car playing lookout. 

On a walkie talkie, he tells Jester that the cops are coming. 

They have a getaway plan, though. "Go get the helicopter, Taggert-and pick me up on the theater's roof in say, a half hour?" 

Look at my boy go. Sending people to ‘Dreamtime”. I’m not sure that makes sense. Did you mean Dreamland? I’ll give him the benefit of the doubt, he did take a few DareDevil hits to the head, after all. 

He calls Frenchie in his chopper and tells him to get ready for a plan. 

You gotta love the early comics. They were about fun and surprises. Even when you could see where they were going, you had no idea how they would pull off the gag. 

DareDevil meets with the police at the baracaid. 

"You can't go barging in there--He's got five hundred hostages!" 

You can't stop DareDevil when the law is being broken. 

"...And not even the Jester can laugh at the law. I'm bringing him to justice." 

And he dramatically vaults the baracaid. 

He's just so passionate about the law....

He runs in before the Jester can hurt someone and jumps through a background prop. 

And I do mean through. He busts through like the Kool-Aid-Man. 

"DareDevil! Bursting through the scenery! But I thought you were--" 

"Trading punches with Moon Knight? Sorry to disappoint you, but we kissed and made up -- Deciding our punches would be better spent on YOU, Jester!" 

Gotta love old comic dialogue. You just... You just have to appreciate it. 

The robots attack DareDevil and Moon Knight busts in to help take them out. 

It goes about as well as it usually does.

 Why does he always look so utterly helpless all the time? I’ve never seen someone spend so much time face down on the floor. That’s not just me, right? Does he splat on the floor a lot?

He jumps on a robot and just beats the shit out of it. 

Moon Knight has never been about elegance. He's not going to flip around like DD. He's always been about brute force. 

He just has no regard for his own limitations or safety. He always just goes into every fight hoping to dish out more hits than he takes. 

The Jester makes a run for it and Moon Knight lets him go. 

This is what I like about some of the older comics. You get a lot of dynamic poses. You just don’t see art like this too often anymore. 

Also, you get a lot of glimpses at Moon Knight’s sense of humor. 

Later, in the late 90s and early 2000s, a lot of comics took a dark turn and became more edgy. Moon Knight took that turn too, but Early Moon Knight really did have a sense of humor that was fun. 

You even see in some Marc Spector flash backs and side shorts that Marc was a bit of a doofus. Something I miss at times. Seeing how much of an goof he was. 

You see bits of that in modern Mr. Knight at times, but still not as carefree as it was. 

Anyways, Jester runs to the roof looking for his partner in crime to pick him up in a helicopter. 

And he sees one coming with a rope ladder! 

Getting on the ladder, he laughs about outwitting DD and MK. 

MK explains to DD who, when you think about it, has no idea what's going on, since he can't see the copter. 

"You see, that's MY helicopter... Piloted by MY partner, not his, and his ultimate destination is the True cream of the frothy jest..." 

He tells Frenchie to take him down. 

And the helicopter lands him right in the middle of the police line while he's screaming at what he thinks is his partner. 

I want to say that this issue was just outright fun. 

Even in the fun, you still get a Jake moment, asserting his identity and it was really nice to see someone in the Grant mansion acknowledge it and trying. 

ALso, Sienkiewicz went OFF on this issue. The lines and faces were just amazing and a real pleasure to look at. 

Marlene is no longer just a vague woman shape in a sexy pink nightgown like she is in SO MANY of the earlier issues. 

Gena, Jake, and Crawley are all carefully inked out and even the clothes and lines in the shirts are just stunning. 

I also REALLY enjoyed the way Moon Knight's eyes were so easy to read in the black void of his mask. 

I've always loved how the eyes are the only thing you can see and how they give away so much. It's like looking at an all black cat in the dark and suddenly big bright eyes look up at you. 

There are also a lot of new angles and action poses that you don't get in the earlier issues. I think after a few years, Sienkiewicz really came into his own and started experimenting and having fun. 

Hats off to this issue. While not a big important one, it is still a pretty good one in the Moon Knight history. 

#moon knight #moon knight comics #analyzing the comics #Marc Spector #Steven Grant #jake lockey #Why do I do these at midnight? #No one's even awake to read it? #wtf is a q #I love old comic humor #the art is so pretty here too #Moench #Sienkiewicz #Dare Devil #Team up #DD is such a cranky guy #Seriously every time MK meets someone he fights them #Marc no

[svechnikovvv]

drunken nights

pairing: jack hughes x fem!reader

warnings: profanity, mentions of drinking (if that bothers anyone)

summary: taking care of drunk jack hughes

a/n: drunk hughesy is something special

masterlist: here

"hey babe, i'm going out with a couple of the guys." i nod

"m'kay my love. just don't drink and drive." he walks over to me sitting on the couch and places a kiss atop my head.

"dougie's picking me up. he's the dd for tonight" i give him a thumbs up, too engrossed in my show.

"i'll be back tonight," jack calls out

"okay. have a nice time, i love you."

"i love you most." and with that, the door closes and i have the house to myself for a good few hours depending on how early they start drinking. i opt to watch this new murder docu-series that netflix released and that keeps me entertained until i decide to head to bed. who would've guessed that the girl's twin brother was the killer the whole time? not me.

around one in the morning is when i'm woken up to knocks on the door. must be jack. i slip out of bed and check the door and see a very smiley jack being propped up in dougie's arms. i open the door and dougie walks in with jack's arm slung over his shoulders.

"come on jack, let's get you to this couch."

"but douggggg, i want y/n," he whines and i quietly laugh to myself. i walk to crouch in front of the couch by jack. he turns his face to look at me.

"y/n!" he cheers and i smile, running my fingers through his soft hair. he closes his eyes in content.

"hi, j. c'mon, let me see those pretty eyes of yours so i can see how far gone you are." he gasps and tries his best to look at dougie.

"dude, she said i have pretty eyes!" dougie quietly laughs and nods

"i heard her, jack." he then looks at me "you can handle him?" i nod

"you think he's bad? try dealing with a drunk quinn, jack and trevor. that is like wrestling three toddlers." he shakes his head

"don't know how you do it, y/n. well you have a good night and fun time dealing with giggles." i nod and tell dougie goodnight, locking the door behind him. i go back to jack and take a seat beside him on the couch. i place his head in my lap and he looks up at me. his pupils are dilated. he's gonna have a fun little hangover in the morning. not looking forward to a cranky jack.

"holy shit, you're gorgeous. will you marry me?"

"not tonight, babe. maybe when you're sober."

"but i'm jack?" he says confused and it makes me laugh.

"let's get you to bed, yeah?" he smirks

"you can do whatever you want to me, baby." he giggles and it's taking everything in me not to laugh.

"jack, love, come on. you need to go to sleep."

"i'll sleep right here." i stand up and place both of his feet on the ground, then grabbing his hands. i pull him up and sling his arm over my shoulders. i manage to get him to the bedroom and he giggles.

"what's funny, j?"

"was jus' thinkin about the time quinn got in trouble for giving luke yellow snow as a kid saying it was lemon-flavored." he continues to laugh and i shake my head, a smile on my face as i found a devil's hoodie and some sweats to get jack into.

"okay. either you can change yourself into some different clothes, you sleep in your jeans, or i help you change." he calms down from his giggling fit.

"i'll change myself. i'm a big boy" i nod

"if you say so" i give him the clothes and he takes them. he stands up to take off his jeans and he falls and starts giggling some more.

"that hurt, but the sound it made was funny." he continues to laugh and i take a seat on the edge of our bed, my body shaking with silent laughter. he manages to get his jeans off and he waves them around in the air.

"jack hughes is up at the three-point line," he's lying on the ground. "he shoots... and he scores!" by shoots, he means he launched his jeans somewhere. and by scores, well, he didn't. he then slips on his sweats and starts to sing the hokey pokey as he does.

"you need help getting up?"

"i think i'll stay down here for a while." he hums and takes off his shirt, flinging it somewhere like his jeans. i feel like i'm at a frat. he then slips on a white tee, then his hoodie. he manages to get his head stuck in the arm sleeve of his hoodie.

"look, i'm an elephant!" he laughs and immitates an elephant to the best of his ability. i can't wait to tell him about this in the morning.

"c'mon, let's go to sleep now." i pull him up and he falls onto the bed.

"i wonder who made this mattress. 's very comfy," he says, face pressed against it.

"i don't know, j. but i'm sure they'll appreciate your feedback in the morning." he nods and i climb into my side beside him. just when i think he's asleep, he rolls over to face me.

"baby?" he asks

"yes?"

"would you love me if i had no eyes?"

"what brought you to asking me this?"

"i was just thinking my thoughts and i remembered hellen keller roamed the earth at one point, and she had no eyes-" i cut him off

"babe, she had eyes. she was just blind."

"oh. well, would you love me if i was blind?"

"absolutely"

"even if i couldn't see your beautiful face anymore?"

"jack, i would love you regardless of what was wrong with you. you'll always be my jack." he sleepily smiles

"i love you. so so much." i kiss his forehead

"and i love you. now get some sleep"

"mkay" shortly i hear his breath even out and he's out cold. at least he didn't cry and sing single ladies this time.

tags: @goldenbrokenheart @alhanna05 @woodruff-edwards @i-padfootblack-things

a/n: first request, feeling great

#jack hughes x reader #jack hughes #nhl hockey #nhl #new jersey devils

[factual-fantasy]

Heya Factual! Just saw the Pokemon post- and while obviously the art is amazing as always- it's even cooler seeing you do some on paper art! I've always just doodled on paper myself, so it's sweet seeing you making some art the ol'fashioned way- and despite you claiming to be rusty, it came out great regardless! I especially like that haunter- a haunter named Grimace is the best thing I've seen all week!

And Thanks a million for answering my last Ask regarding goombas despite your cold- and I greatly appreciated you letting us know how much you appreciate our Asks- even if I can get a bit long winded at times... And staying on the theme of Koopa Troop related questions, another thing I wonder is what place the hammer bros and their variants have in the main Mario AU?

I imagine if they were included, they would maintain their status as elite soldiers- but function more like their original cartoon interpretations rather than the modern ones- as its suggested the modern variants use power ups- and magic- which the average Koopa in the AU simply cannot do- so they'd probably just be unique sub species with perhaps specialized gear and training- but what do you imagine that would include? And would all the variants be included- such as fire, ice, boomerang, and sledge- or none at all?

Oh, and just a goofy little side question- you mentioned the quadrupedal, more animalistic Koopa breeds such as the Spineys and Buzzy Beetles would be kept and treated as pets by their more intelligent relatives- how do you think one would go about taking care of such a creature? Would they be more like dogs or cats? Would they perhaps still be used for battle like in the movie- where Bowser took advantage of the buzzy beetles great strength by mounting bullet bill blasters upon their shells? And, most importantly- would your AU perhaps include the long held fan head cannon that cross breeding of Spineys and Buzzy Beetles eventually lead to the creation of the most powerful, fire proof, spike bearing, and creatively named beast of all time- the Spike Top!?

(Pokemon post in question)

:DD Thank you so much! I'm glad that you like my traditional art! :}} The hardest part about it is trying to take a nice picture of the drawing with my phone- 😅

I'm also happy to hear that people like the name Grimace! I was inspired by the McDonalds guy- XDD

As for the hammer bros, you got a lot right. They can't use power ups so the fire and ice bros gotta go. I also don't intend for them to use magic so the hammer bros endless supply of hammers also has to go-

I pictured the hammer and boomerang bros being regular koopas that just happen to be big and brawny. They were probably selected based on their body type and given special training. The B-bros still have their usual boomerangs, but the H-bros would get one giant hammer. As opposed to a million tiny ones-

Their status is nowhere near blue shells. They're probably above standard koopas but below parakoopas. :0

As for the more "animal like" Koopa relatives.. I'm not sure what would go into taking care of them.. I assume a good diet, scrubbing their shells.. stuff like that? I also imagined them ranging in size. Some of the spiny breeds growing big enough to be used as cattle/worker/farm animals. :0 not so much dogs and cats- I pictured them being a bit grumpy and slow. Not really a great pet-

Also I don't know if mixing a Buzzy beetles with a spiny would make a spike top- at least in my au.. but I can see where the headcanon comes from!

Speaking of spike top, they could be the same as spinys. But perhaps they don't grow that big- These little cranky turtles that could be taken in as a pet. And perhaps some Koopa families have! Though most koopas aren't interested in adopting a grumpy spike top- 😅😅

Also thank you for the ask! Bringing stuff like this to my attention and really getting me to think my AU through more! :}}✨💞✨

#my response #super mario bros

[cdsnjkfsd]

hey sorry i havent been posting for the past couple days. i got really busy haha. there was a termite infestation the other day at work so i had gotten sent home early and didnt get to make alot of money at all. however !!!! i had a really good day with my boyfriend today !! he was supposed to have plans with his boys but they thought it was gonna rain so they cancelled, and instead he took me out to eat at a mexican place (i was feeling cranky and he knows i love mexican food). we got the birria tacos and i got a strawberry margarita and a mango margarita and OMG the mango one was so freaking good u guys. its so frustrating though because being drunk makes me so horny but then he doesnt want to fuck me if im drunk because i wont really be able to consent. i love him for being so respectful but i just really wanted dick today !! (i get it tho lol how is he supposed to be able to tell the difference) ANYWAYS !! then he drove me around downtown :DD we didnt stay long because the people there drive crazy and he also accidentally got on the highway (hes never driven on a highway before !) so he was feeling frantic, but he did really good !! then we went home and called on the phone and did our homework together :) today was a huge success and i feel very content.

[after-nine-at-the-oasis]

AAAAHHHHHHHHH

Guys it's starting :DDD

ASLFKDAHFLKSGJDAS IT'S THAT COUPLE XDD

Oooope

(ik I already saw this but getting the show up made me like 50 seconds late so I'm pretending xD plus it's good I'd already seen it lol)

Something's happening o.o

UH OHHHH

O.O by sir xDD

Slfkfhsk xDD

AAAHHHH IT'S MY BABEYSSSS!!!! THEY'RE BACK :DDDD!!

Y'all they've come back to me 😭😭😭😭🥰🥰 :D!!

An olives debate xD of course

Anyway,

HI MARJAN 🥰

HI NANCY :D

HI PAUL :DD

HI MATEO :)))!

HI TOMMY ❤️❤️

HI TK 🥰🥰🥰🥰!!

LOL TK calm down xD

Ahhh here's right before the clip xD

It's givingggg the apartment lol

(not that I think they're gonna break up, obviously XDD)

But AAAHHHHHHHH WEDDING PLANNING :'DDDD 😭😭😭🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰

But also, Cranky TK xDD

HI JUDD :)!!!

Lol, oof xd poor Judd

LOL it's Owen isn't it (again I'm pretending, sh lol)

SLFJDHFKSL XDDDD IT IS OWEN

O W E N XDDD S I R SLFJDKFLDS

HI OWEN!!!

Lol, this idiot <33

XDD Owen TK's right this ain't your culture lol

And it's been like a week xDD dude, fr? Lol XD

But aight yeah fair live your best life lol xD

SLFJHDKJDS TK XDD

TK "Can Never Stop Talking About His Wedding" Strand XDDD

AAAHHHHHH

HI CARLOS :DDDDD!!!!

aAGHCK it's the scene :)))

And hi Andrea 🥰🥰

AAAAH awww wedding planningggg 🥰🥰🥰🥰

AYY venue :DD

Uh oh

UH OH

They're not gonna tell us what it is are they xdd

Nooope XD

How dare y'all lol

O p e

Not this green filter xD

OOOPE

Y'all better be careful xD

AAAAAAH

HI GRACE :)))!!

Uh ohhhh

OPE FJEDNDO BRO SWALLOWED THE FROG XDDD

Oh nooo xD

That's the guy for Tommy right 👀

#9-1-1 lone star #911 lone star #oasis's 9-1-1 chatter

[hikunn]

do trains honk?

college student!park jeongwoo and gn!reader spends a train ride together. lowercase intended, grammatical errors. fluff, no warnings. wc 588. you guys don’t actually hate each other, everything is said in a joking manner lol

nebly's note : why is it that in both of my jeongwoo fics someone’s phone is dead...

“calm down senior citizen,” jeongwoo judges you while you try your hardest to catch your breath.

“well maybe if you woke up on time i wouldn’t be in this situation,” you shot back, glaring at him.

jeongwoo shrugged, “no one said you had to wait for me!!”

you huff, sitting beside him, “whatever! why do you get the window seat anyways?”

you guys continue to bicker back and forth. it’s nothing new, you guys were used to it. you and jeongwoo have been friends for a long time. “friends since the womb!” your parents would say. you guys went to the same elementary, middle school, and same high school, too! much to your luck, jeongwoo coincidentally got accepted into the same college you did.

today, however, is the first day of a week long holiday break! you and jeongwoo decided to pay your families a surprise visit. the college you currently go to is in seoul, your hometown in iksan. that means you were stuck traveling with jeongwoo for nearly two hours. 

jeongwoo bought you two tickets for a train that was supposed to depart at three in the afternoon. but now here you are: cranky and highly sleep deprived. why? because jeongwoo had actually purchased tickets for a trip at three in the morning. you found out that refunds aren’t available, so you reluctantly woke up in the middle of the morning

you struggle to keep your eyes open, but eventually, you end up falling asleep. jeongwoo notices your head lolling. he giggles a bit and snaps a photo of you. 

“woah there-” he reaches for you as you fall forward suddenly. jeongwoo gently sits you up right. 

the sudden touch causes your eyes to flutter open. jeongwoo watches you situate yourself in a more comfortable position. “you better not have taken a picture of me, park jeongwoo.” you say, noticing the phone in his hands. 

“i didn’t!” he grumbles, slipping his phone in his pocket. 

a couple minutes have passed when a question popped up in his head, “hey, do you think trains go honk or do they-?” his question gets stopped short when he feels something fall on his shoulder. 

you had fallen back asleep and your head found its way on jeongwoo’s shoulder. jeongwoo studied your features for a bit, all of a sudden he just found you so... appealing? the way your eyes are slightly curved upward, the small shadows your eyelashes cast on your rosy cheeks, the perfect shape of your nose. all those years of friendship, and yet this was the only time he paid attention to your features. 

and idea came to jeongwoo. he reached for his pocket carefully, not daring to wake you up. he opened the camera app and angled the phone to include both of you in frame. he smiled brightly while you were sleeping peacefully on his shoulder. oh, how mad you’d be if you found out he took a picture. 

jeongwoo woke you up when you arrived in iksan. you were too groggy to realize you were sleeping on his shoulder. 

you take out your phone to notify your parents you arrived safely. “aww my phone’s dead. can i use yours?” you ask jeongwoo.

he hands you his. the first thing you see after unlocking it is a photo of jeongwoo smiling...with you sleeping on his shoulder. you didn’t get mad like you usually did, you smiled softly and sent it to yourself.

“hey, park jeongwoo. taking pictures without permission is an invasion of privacy.”

masterlist

© 2022 by hikunn

requested by @yogurteume !! tysm for liking and reposting my works <3 i hope you liked this one :DD

#treasure #treasure fluff #jeongwoo #park jeongwoo #treasure jeongwoo #jeongwoo fluff #jeongwoo imagines #treasure imagines #treasure scenarios #treasure drabbles #treasure x reader #jeongwoo x reader

[anika-ann]

The Troubles Are Lurking in Queens - Pt.2

Of  Not So Funny Billionaires and Terrified Husbands

Pairing: Matt Murdock x reader        Word count: 2960

Type: Two-shot, reader insert

Summary: When an arrogant lawyer demands his paperwork right now or better yet this very moment, you’re a good wife to Matt and decide to deliver the documents yourself – for your husband’s mental health sake (and for the sake of the meeting he’s running to).

The catch is the said lawyer has his office in Queens – and whoever said Hell’s Kitchen was the least safe place in NYC was clearly lying. Also, Tony Stark is... Tony Stark.

Warnings: swearing, mention of attempted assault, mention of past torture, some blood, Tony being a jerk

Part 1

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Spiderman apparently didn’t take no for an answer.

The office wasn’t on the way, but Spiderman delivered the papers anyway; you thought Davidson’s secretary’s face was priceless at least as Spiderman with a woman in his arms knocked on the window of her office, but anyway. Your way included a lot of not exactly secure flying around in the vigilante’s thin and somehow strong arms (enhanced strength?), only holding onto buildings via some sort of a web fibre and it was a fucking wonder you hadn’t either ended up smashed on a side of some building or hadn’t puked by the time you magically landed on the roof of the Avengers Tower.

Also, you were pretty sure some of your blood had rained down on someone and it was an awful idea you couldn’t shake off.

You were clutching your chest trying to catch your breath as the kid let go of you slowly, gentlemanly making sure you wouldn’t faint. Well. Now he was concerned about that?

“Welcome, sweetheart!” Stark’s voice sounded behind you as the billionaire walked in your direction with his arms wide open.

You on the other hand looked at him murderously. Was this really necessary?

“You know Mr. Stark?” the kid asked in awe.

You swallowed the ‘unfortunately’ line and pressed your lips together.

“Tony. What a wonderful surprise. How are you these days?” you wondered with a fake smile and he grinned wider, enveloping you in a hug. You didn’t reciprocate the gesture too happily, but you… tried.

“On a first name basis with Mr. Stark and hugging him? Holy hell!”

You rolled her eyes and spent a precious second thinking what the kid would say to what was coming next. The moment Tony withdrew, you slapped him, because you really needed to slap someone today. Tony was lucky your dominant hand was cut and you used your weaker one.

He tried to set his jaw right as if it really hurt anyway. The Spiderkid fell into shocked silence.

“That’s for using a poor kid for dragging me where I don’t want to go just for your fun or whatever,” you hissed and Tony licked his lips.

“Yeah, okay, I deserved this one.”

“Glad you acknowledge that.”

You tried not to think too hard about that you slapped a man who had once saved your husband’s life. You sighed, coming for another, this time gentler, hug, still wary of not staining his t-shirt with your blood. You probably failed.

“Sorry I couldn’t make it to the wedding.”

“We were hoping you wouldn’t,” you teased, feeling a bit guilty for a) slapping him and b) being cranky. Tony was a bit of a dick, but a good guy. That was why you had decided to send him an invitation along with the other Avengers, who had saved Matt’s life one of the times he had got over his head and you walked into the Avengers Tower begging for help.

“I bet it was boring without me.”

“Totally,” you laughed, letting go of him.

“So… I understand this is some sort of a reunion, but a) I’m not a kid,” the teenage vigilante defended himself and you bit your cheek to stop yourself from protesting. “And b) shouldn’t her hand be handled? I mean, that’s why I brought her here?”

You smiled at the kid. He was cute. “Yeah, Tony. Shouldn’t my hand be handled?”

It was handled, by doctor Cho, who was usually taking care of bullet wounds, knife-in-liver wounds and stuff like that. She was incredibly nice, especially when you considered the shit she was dealing with.

The doc was just finishing your bandage – you only needed two stiches – when your ringtone cut the air and all four present – you, Doctor Cho, Tony and Spiderman – jumped a little.

“Hand me the phone someone, please?”

“FRIDAY, who’s calling?” Stark called out and you were kinda hoping it was just for show. They wouldn’t know that without looking, right?

“Contact saved as Matt, sir.”

How the fuck the AI could tell that? Also… ah-oh.

“That’s a little boring  I was expecting something more original. Sugar-bear. Bumblebee. FRIDAY, put it on speaker.”

You just gaped. How?! And was he serious?

“Oh, and mute her voice.”

“What?!”

“Are you okay?” Matt’s panicked voice demanded from the speakers in the corners of the room and you breathed in to calm his fright – wherever it came from. “Davidson called there was blood on the papers and-“

Oh crap, learning that must have been terrible. Also, you were sure Davidson had been a dick about it as well, probably complaining about dangerous biological material in his office.

“I’m fine, Matt,” you reassured him.

His terrified voice called out your name. “Are you there? Can you hear me?”

You opened your mouth uselessly. Was this for real? Could he really not hear you somehow? What the fuck?! Why would-

“Hey, buddy!” Tony chipped enthusiastically and your blood ran cold. Oh no. No, no, no, no…

Even through the phone, you could hear your husband’s breath hitch. “Who are you? How did you get this phone?”

You could only imagine Matt’s sightless eyes flickering wildly as he was trying to figure out the worst possible bloody scenario.

“I’m-“ you started, but Tony rolled his eyes at your attempts.

“Relax. I’m just having a little fun-“

Spiderman rose to his feet as he apparently wanted to protest too, but Tony shushed him.

“Who are you? What did you do? What do you want?” Matt’s voice changed dangerously, switching to the Daredevil persona and demanding answers. “I swear if you touch one hair on her head, I’m going to tear your limbs off one after another-“

Spiderman shrieked at the cruel threat and the way it was delivered. You gently pushed away Doctor Cho, standing up and making your way to the billionaire with your blood boiling.

“Tony, stop this right now,” you growled, your voice resembling the one speaking through the phone. He was scaring Matt out of his mind. Couldn’t he see that this wasn’t fun?

“Come on! Light up! I’m just gonna-”

“Don’t you dare to hurt her!” Matt thundered and Tony actually jumped at the sound of Matt’s teeth grinding.

“Alright, alright! Jeez, can’t you recognize an old pal? Jesus, DD,” Tony complained and the room was suddenly very quiet.  

“Tony, let me to talk to him.”

“Let her talk to him, Mr. Stark,” the kid supported you and you were sure he made some sort of puppy eyes behind his mask.

Matt didn’t react to learning the name of your ‘captor’. Which meant he was probably really pissed or too shocked. Or that Stark somehow blocked his voice too.

“Tony-“ you pressed and he sighed in defeat.

“Yeah, yeah, FRIDAY-“

There was a beep.

“Matt, it’s me. Are you there?” you asked softly, hearing his sharp inhale. “I’m okay-“

“She’s injured-“

“Shut up!” you shouted Tony down, spinning to him with your hand raised in warning. He had already said enough.

“Well, you are,” Spiderkid noted carefully and you gritted your teeth.

“I’m okay, Matt. I’m in the Avengers tower-“

“Medical wing,” Tony supplied helpfully and you grabbed the nearest thing – which happened to be a metal platter – and lashed it his direction. He shielded his face, silent ‘ow’ escaping him as the improvised weapon hit his hands.

“I’m on my way,” Matt exclaimed.

“Wait-“

There was only a dialling tone and you whined. You measured to Tony with fire in your eyes.

“I’m sorry?” he offered, shrugging with his palms up.

“You are such a dick! Complete and utter dick! You scared the shit out of him!” you yelled at the man who wore almost genuinely apologetic expression. But you didn’t care if he was sorry. He almost gave Matt a freaking heart attack! He had no idea what had-- you squatted for the platter, fully intending to use it again as the idiot was in your reach. “You fucker, you dickhead! You careless fuck-up!”

Each of the insults was accompanied by a hit with the platter. No one stopped you. Tony wisely covered his head. You were sure you it hurt as hell anyway, but somehow it didn’t sooth your nerves.

“I’m sorry, okay?”

“The last fucking time someone had my phone and talked to Matt was when I was kidnapped by Wilson. Fucking. Fisk! He threatened to break my spine to paralyse me, you. Selfish. Arrogant. Bastard!”

Fuck, you were crying and your hands were shaking, suddenly feeling too weak.

You let go of the platter, overwhelmed by the memory yourself; the knife cutting through your skin when the huge man hadn’t liked your answers to his questions, his threats, Matt’s terrified voice on the other end of the line-

The clatter of the platter on the floor snapped you back into reality, but the images didn’t disappear. You brought your hands to your mouth to muffle the scream that drew to your lips.

“Madam?” sounded hesitantly behind you and you tried to blink away the freaking tears and chase away the nasty memory, unable to respond to the kid. It’s gone now, it’s in the past, I’m okay, I’m okay, Matt’s okay— just give me a fucking minute dammit. “Madam, can I hug you?”

You burst out laughing at the request; hysterical laugh during an emotionally heavy situation, the first sign of insanity.

“Oh my god. Yeah, yeah, you can, kid.”

The vigilante obediently wrapped his strong but toothpicks-like arms around your shoulders, embracing you tightly yet gently. He avoided applying a pressure against your belly with surprising grace. He didn’t even call you out on the ‘kid’ addressing. You were really starting to like him.

Maybe it was the costume – the armour – but it was kinda soothing. Maybe it was the knowledge he had to deal with Tony too often, so it felt like he was an ally of yours. You leaned into the hug gratefully and he caressed your back.

“You’re good at this,” you mumbled into the strange material of his suit.

“Thanks, madam.”

You chuckled at the addressing and asked him to call you your first name.

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Tony bullied you into a check-up; like the periodical check-up all pregnant women had to attend.

“Tony, I was at doctor’s three days ago-“

“But I upset you and stressed you big time. Don’t you think you should have another examination? Just to be sure?” he pressed, trying to make puppy eyes. Vainly – you had enough training at resisting the puppy eyes master Matt Murdock himself, Tony’s attempts were nothing compared to that.

“Tony, honestly, I just want to get the hell out of here ASAP,” you cooled him down. You were still pissed at him. A lot.

“FRIDAY! Call Doctor Cho back!”

And just like that, the poor doc who had silently disappeared during the fight had to come back and examine you again. With USG and everything. You didn’t have the strength to argue anymore and you didn’t want to make Doctor Cho’s job harder than it already was by working for Tony Stark in the first place.

You didn’t expect anything being wrong – yet, you couldn’t supress the relief washing through your body as the doctor told you both you and your baby were fine.

Also, the check-up filled the time, so you didn’t get the opportunity to pace nervously. You were getting dressed again when Matt’s voice entered the room.

“(Y/N)!” he called out and you wordlessly asked the doctor to get rid of the curtain separating your and the rest of the world. Not that it made a difference to Matt – it did to you.

“Matt, hey!” you greeted him, rising from the bed so he could see you were perfectly healthy. The impression was ruined a bit by your head spinning and the need to support yourself onto the bed, but hey, you tried.

Matt was crossing the distance between you two in rapid pace, his cane folded in his hand, his glasses covering too little of his worried expression.

“What happened? Are you okay? I mean, of course you’re not-“

“I’m okay, Matt,” you assured his softly as he threw the cane away carelessly and enclosed you in a bone-crushing hug. He nuzzled his nose in your hair, breathing in deeply. You kissed the side of his neck. “I’m fine, Matt, I swear.”

“I smell blood,” he protested, wounded by the lie. “When I heard someone else on the phone, I— I-“

You wrapped your arms around him gently, one of your hands interweaving in his hair, stroking comfortingly. He squeezed a little tighter.

“Tony is a dick. I’m so sorry he scared you. And… I’m sorry if Davidson was being an asshole about the papers-“

“Do you really think I care about some arrogant self-important asshole right now?” he asked hoarsely and you sighed, your lips caressing his skin again.

“No. But I’m still sorry.”

“ ‘kay. Noted. God, I’m glad you’re okay, sweetheart. I shouldn’t have let you-“

“Don’t even finish that thought,” you warned him, smacking his back a little. He caressed your lower back in return as an apology for trying to make a guilt trip. You knew he would be still blaming himself even when not saying it out loud, but you could work with that better. And later. In private.

“So… this is the guy who threatened to tear your limbs off, Mr. Stark?” the kid asked slowly and you bit your lip, loosening the hug just slightly in favour to glance his direction over Matt’s shoulder.

Yeah, you could see how this was confusing. After all, Matt was blind and right now looking like a cuddly teddy bear. God, you loved him for how caring and loving he was.

“This is the guy who saved me from getting mugged… potentially shot,” you whispered, feeling Matt’s body going tense at the reminder of the danger you had been in. His hand clutched at your shirt before letting go of you, turning in the direction of the young man’s voice.

“Thank you,” Matt said in earnest, extending his hand for the Spiderkid to shake. The vigilante squeaked, but lost his glove and accepted Matt’s hand.

“You’re— you’re welcome, sir. She… she was a great help actually, it was pleasure to save her, though she almost saved herself on her own-” he babbled nervously and Matt covered the back of kid’s hand with his left palm.

“I’m still grateful. And it’s Matt.”

The younger vigilante let out a surprised sound. “No prob, sir— Matt, sir.” The corners of your lips twitched. “I’m Spiderman. But you probably know that… or not. ‘cause you haven’t seen me in the news— oh god, oh frack, I’m really putting my foot in my mouth-“

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Spiderman. Thank you again for saving my wife’s life.”

The two men finally released each other’s hands and Matt immediately turned back to you as you approached him. He wrapped his arm around your waist, kissing your temple lovingly, his thumb stroking your hip.

“So…” Stark started, making you both spun in his direction involuntarily. You couldn’t help but shot him an annoyed and angry look. Matt was significantly better seeing you were okay, but make no mistake, you were still incredibly pissed.

“Mr. Stark-“

“Alright! I’m really sorry, okay? Really, really sorry. It was a dick move!” Tony admitted and you were almost surprised at him acknowledging his mistake so openly. He turned rather to Matt then. “But you don’t need to worry, Murdock, I got her checked up and both of your girls are fine.”

Your heart stopped. Matt froze in the middle of his soothing periodical motions. The room fell into silence. You were afraid to even breathe in.

Did he just… did he-

“Both— both of my girls?” Matt choked out at your side and your slow brain was still processing the information you were just given. Oh my god.

“Yeah, Cho managed to check them up both.”

“Both… my— my-- girls,” Matt stuttered and his posture shifted slightly so he could face you without stopping touching you. “We’re-“

You and Matt had never asked your doctor whether you were having a boy or a girl. You had refused to know when the doctor had offered, because you didn’t want to know before Matt would and then you had talked to Matt, learning he wouldn’t want to know either.

Well.

Hell.

You were… having a girl. You didn’t know which option you had wanted until this moment, you just knew you somehow felt you were having a boy. Apparently, you were wrong.

And it was beautiful. So beautiful you felt tears in your eyes. You were having a girl.

You gulped, reaching out to uncover Matt’s eyes, putting his glasses away before squeezing his hand on you lightly. You raised your face to his; his brown eyes were… shining with gold threads and twinkling with tears just like yours.  

You couldn’t let out a single word. It turned out you didn’t have to.

Matt’s free hand reached for your cheek, cupping it tenderly and his lips met yours in a careful light touch. And another one, And one more.

“…they didn’t know the sex and I just told them, didn’t I?” Tony’s voice sounded from an awfully huge distance and you smiled into the kisses you kept receiving, curling your fingers in Matt’s hair, returning his affection.

“I think so, Mr. Stark. I don’t think they mind too much though,” Spiderman hummed, sounding a bit amused and absolutely moved by the scene in front of him.

“Cover your eyes kid, the adults are having a moment.”  

“Cover your eyes yourself… this is way better than a movie,” the teenage vigilante mumbled and they all pretended they didn’t hear it. You just secretly decided you adored the kid.

But you could never love the kid more than your own; your own babygirl.

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So… this happened? Somehow? Oh no, I made it fluffy… :D

Thank you for reading!

#marvel #fanfiction #matt murdock #matt murdock imagine #matt murdock x reader #matt murdock x you #daredevil #daredevil x you #daredevil x reader #daredevil imagine #peter parker imagine #peter parker #spiderman #spiderman imagine #the troubles are lurking in queens #anika ann

[zhansww]

I cant seem to find info on this anywhere else. Was this a popular bjyx theory about wyb being jealous about OOL bts? I ask coz i just saw some bts of OOL, coz a lot of xfxs are trying to push this CP, and i can see why WYB might be cranky!!

Haha, thanks for sending it like this again~

I have no idea if that was a big theory or not. Back then, I did not believe ggdd were more than friends so that kind of speculation was something that I just rolled my eyes at and scrolled past. It wasn’t until half a year later - in May of this year - that I finally even watched that full live stream. I thought for sure that cp fans were just seeing something where there was nothing. Anyway, this happened just two days before gg wrapped up filming YS. XZ’s name was trending for like the whole day cuz a lot of photos of some of the kiss scenes that he and YangZi shot had leaked online and fans of that cp were freaking out. I don’t know what the exact trend was but basically, if you clicked on it, you’d see lq behind the scenes photos of XZ and YZ kissing, it was full of that. I don’t think that the photos per se are what made Yibo act the way he did that evening. I think it was probably the reaction from people cuz you know, he and gg can’t have that. Not really. They couldn’t play roles where they’d kiss and they can’t be out, either which I think must be more difficult for dd cuz he himself said that he'd be jealous in a relationship but he couldn’t just say “that man is mine btw” when XZ/YZ cp fans were celebrating. That, at least, is the only explanation I can see/think of as to why he was so damn depressed. It’s actually hard to watch, for me at least. His smiles looked forced and his answers were curt and listless. He gave the mc a hard job, poor guy. You can see for yourself if you want to.

#ask #jiyamjain-blog

[theworldoffostering]

Almost Home

We ended up crashing at a hotel just south of Nashville around 1am. Check in was a bit of a nightmare. We called before arriving to ensure that they had a room and a pack n play. The front desk clerk did not know what a pack n play was. 👀 DH explained that it was a portable crib. Clerk was still confused. That was a first clue that this wasn’t going to be smooth sailing.

We couldn’t stay there if they didn’t have one so DH asked him over the phone to check and said he would call back. We called back and the clerk still hadn’t checked. It’s not like they were busy, the clerk just didn’t do it. Sigh. At that point, we were already exiting so DH just showed up and went inside.

We asked for adjoining rooms. Took the new guy who was clearly being trained 20 minutes to determine there were no adjoining rooms available. They did have two pack n plays, but it took them 45 minutes to get us a room key. Not ideal given the late hour and all sorts of cranky people that just wanted to go to bed.

The guy finally gave us a key and a pack n play, but didn’t want to bring the pack n play to the room, so just sort of balanced it on top of a pile of blankets the kids were bringing up (they are all particular about their blankets and pillows). I was like, “That’s not going to work so just leave it there and DH will grab it.”

We then went up to the room, and found out that they gave us the wrong room. At that point, we were too exhausted to deal with it. However, DH eventually went back downstairs to get everything. He found the employee legit laying on a couch in the lobby making personal phone calls.

This morning, he complained and they took $40 off our room. However, once we were about an hour down the road, the GM called and said he had reviewed the video footage (I didn’t even know they had video footage) and saw that his new employee was lounging on the couch making personal phone calls instead of working. The GM told us that he fired the guy this morning and comped us our room.

We went to McDs this morning to meet up with my cousin who lives near Nashville. Kids got smoothies. One got a soda. There were no soda lids out. We asked for some. An employee said that they would get some. We waited. No one did. Eventually, DD jumped into action and grabbed some out from under the counter where the soda fountain is. She used to work at a McDs so sort of knows the routine. A younger employee then came out and watched her get them out and once he saw DD was handling it, went back to behind the counter. DH called him out and was like, “You work here. She doesn’t. You can’t leave a customer to manage this. You see that it needs to be done. You should be doing it.” He basically had the same convo with the hotel employee last night.

I don’t know y’all, customer service these days. I mean, I realize we aren’t frequenting upscale places, but seems like these things are pretty basic.

We’ve been on the road for about nine hours. Less than two to go now. It’s the home stretch. NB is screaming. Baby is coughing. Urgent care for them tomorrow. Can’t wait to sleep in my own bed next to my husband tonight.

#travel #road trip #two hours to go

[pluckyredhead]

Daredevil 101: The Devil in Cell Block D, Part 1

Y’all, I am so excited. “The Devil in Cell Block D” is one of my all-time favorite Daredevil stories and I have been chomping at the bit waiting to share it with you for...*checks watch* four years. Um. *cough*

Anyway, we ended the last Daredevil 101 with Matt in Riker’s Island, awaiting trial for charges of, essentially, Being Daredevil and Thus Annoying the FBI. We also ended with the final Bendis/Maleev issue of the regular series, which means we have a new creative team: Ed Brubaker and Michael Lark, who provide a very seamless transition, not least because Lark’s art is very similar to Maleev’s in style.

This storyline covers DD v2 #82-87.

Content Warnings: There are two incidences of murder that are made to look like suicide in this story. I have not included the images here but if you look up the storyline for yourself be warned that both “suicides” are shown on the page. Also, there’s a lot of prison violence, unsurprisingly.

We begin with Matt, unsurprisingly, not having a very good time:

No one in jail believes that he’s not Daredevil and pretty much everyone is looking forward to him inevitably being killed, guards and supervillains and regular prisoners alike. Poor Matt.

Also, there’s someone else running around on the outside as Daredevil, and Matt has no idea who. And neither do his friends:

EVERYONE IS SO CRANKY. But yeah, as Ben points out, obviously having someone operating as Daredevil while Matt’s demonstrably in jail reinforces their defense that Matt isn’t Daredevil, but it would be profoundly unethical for Foggy to be involved with that. Which he tells the Fake Daredevil when he runs into him:

Foggy going “LA LA LA I LEGALLY CAN’T HEAR YOU” is a very wonderful thing for my heart. Anyway Fake Daredevil will stay a mystery for now!

But the next morning, it’s more bad news:

Of course Foggy, old-fashioned bougie fussbudget, shaves with a straight razor. And of course Foggy, exhausted workaholic, shaves in his office.

The woman is Dakota North. She was a preexisting Marvel character who’d debuted in her own miniseries about 15 years earlier before bopping around with cameos and supporting roles in other heroes’ books. Basically, she’s a former model turned PI, and right now she’s working as Nelson and Murdock’s investigator.

Anyway, she’s here to warn Foggy that the feds are going to argue that Matt can be put in gen pop (general population) with the regular prisoners, since if he’s really Daredevil, he’ll be fine. Of course, even if he is Daredevil, sticking him in the middle of 10,000 other inmates, most of whom have it out for him, is not going to end well - but then, the FBI has made it clear that they’d be as happy with a prison death as a conviction.

Meanwhile, things continue to go poorly for Matt. On his way back from a doctor’s visit, the guard tasked with returning him to his cell instead leads him into a room full of other prisoners. They work for the supervillain Hammerhead and are very much there to beat the crap out of him. Matt manages to defend himself, but then has to explain how he defended himself:

So Matt has been manipulated into solitary. But why?

He’s let out to meet with his lawyer:

I love this beat, because, like, neither one of them wants to commit perjury or fraud, but they also want to get Matt out of there. It’s rare that we see Matt and Foggy wrestling with an ethical issue from the same side because as a narrative device it makes so much more sense for them to argue it with each other, but I love this moment where they’re trying to figure out, together, how to solve this problem without sacrificing their souls. Which will become thematically important later.

Also, they’re in love:

I’M NOT CRYING YOU’RE CRYING etc etc

Anyway. Matt is led back to solitary. Foggy and Dakota are escorted towards the exit.

And then Foggy is attacked.

Foggy’s heart stops beating. And deep within the bowels of Rikers, Fisk laughs.

What a way to attend your best friend’s funeral, jeez.

(Also, I believe this, like Foggy’s wedding, is confirmation that he is at least nominally Catholic as well.)

I always like scanning the crowds in funeral scenes to see who turned up, and there’s some noteworthy appearances and omissions in this one:

So we’ve got Jessica, Luke, Danny with some very Robert Redford hair. Becky and Dakota and Ben are juuuust barely visible in the very last panel (and Ben is narrating). And Rosalind is here, in her last appearance ever, and touchingly, she’s clearly deeply upset over Foggy’s death.

Not in attendance? Literally any Nelson. Also any of Foggy’s other superhero clients, including the Fantastic Four, Tony, and Carol. Nice, guys.

Matt returns to jail with only one thing on his mind: vengeance.

“He was so scared.” NOOOO FOGGY. SOMEONE HUG HIM. SOMEONE HUG EVERYONE.

Becky Blake - remember her? - has gotten a law degree and taken over as Matt’s lawyer now that Foggy’s dead. They go to the hearing to determine whether or not Matt will remain in protective custody, and, well...

I! LOVE! THIS! MOMENT! It is some POWERFUL “I’m not trapped in here with you. You’re trapped in here with me” realness. Matt’s going to gen pop, and that means he can finally start beating up anyone who knows anything about Foggy’s death.

Also the Owl, just for fun:

I mean, not really for fun, but the level of viciousness at play here shows you where Matt’s head is at.

Meanwhile, Ben and Dakota team up to discuss the case:

So: whoever has Foggy killed is cleaning house, and Matt has gone totally apeshit in prison. Neither of these things are great news.

And in more not-great news, guess who’s coming to Rikers!

Party in jail! Bullseye’s bringing the beer! Uh, maybe don’t drink it, though.

Meanwhile, Matt’s reign of terror has even spread to the guards:

As you’ll recall, Hammerhead’s goons attacking Matt was the reason Matt got put in solitary, where he was unable to help Foggy or contact anyone who could help. So Matt puts on a mask, avoids the security cameras, and pays Hammerhead a visit to find out why:

Matt makes it very clear here that the nerve pinches he’s used on Hammerhead are basically torture, and usually he doesn’t use them for that reason. But with Foggy dead, all bets are off. I LOVE MATT GOING FERAL OVER FOGGY. But it does him no good - Hammerhead doesn’t know anything.

Meanwhile, Ben and Dakota get a lead:

This lawyer, Alton Lennox, is the person who hired the prisoner who shanked Foggy. But why?

I’m going to pause here because this is getting looong, but we have a lot of questions on the table: Who is Alton Lennox, and who hired him to have Foggy killed? Where is the prisoner who actually did the stabbing? Has Matt gone irrevocably over the edge? And who is Fake Daredevil?

Next up: Milla, the Punisher, and a prison riot!

#daredevil #daredevil 101

[rugrat-club]

Little girl

Please if you uncomfortable with this concept do not read! And no the reader is NOT underage.

Also pls be prepared it’s VERY shity and I might delete.

Warning: dd/lg kink, choking, smut, spanking, mentions of abandonment and abuse, rated R.

Summary: in which diego and y/n have a dd/lg relationship.

Pairing: diego hargreeves x female reader!

The only sound was silence in the room, besides the sound of you humming along to a song stuck in your head, as you tied up your shoelaces. When diego’s foot steps was known walking towards the bedroom, you took off running to the first hiding place. loud waddling, shoes scuffing the floor. Crawling to hide under the bed. “Hey, princess! I’m home.” His voice was filled with concern. He paced the room, but finally catching up because you did this a lot. “Come on, cuddle bug. I know your hiding somewhere.” His voice creeped in a lower tone.

Yours and diego’s relationship wasn’t always kinky, it became in a loving way with dd/lg. And it all when with was with a simple accidental name “daddy”. Calling diego daddy by accident, triggered a very huge mile stone. Never having a dad in your childhood life, made you crave it since you was a little girl. Seeing most kids have a father figure, meanwhile your father abandoned you without a reason. It was a issue you tried to ignore but you couldn’t ignore the love you craved. When meeting diego at a older age things changed, he was well known to your issues. Having him sorta as a father figure filled a void, he never minded it. This side of the relationship wasn’t so public, everyone knew you guy was dating, but never this side. “What does daddy have to do to get you to come out?” He huffed. You cuped your mouth over you hand, disguising your breathing. He made effort looking into the closest. But finding you nowhere. “Listen, baby. I’m sorry for coming home late. Just please stop hiding.” Diego defeatedly shouted. Pulling yourself from under the bed, showing him exactly where you was hiding. “There you are! Cuddle bug. You gotta stop hiding from daddy.” He grinned, just like it was any other day. Crossing your arms over your chest, ciss-crossing your short legs, with a pout in your lips. “Your late again.” Voice laced with sadness. His smile soon turned to a fown. He crouched down to your level. Your eyes tinted in pure anger. “I’m sorry, mama. I’ll make it up to you.” Diego lifted his hand, pushing your loose hair behind your ear. Putting your thumb into your mouth. “You always say that.” You muffed over. He grabbed you, standing from the ground to his full height. Wrapping your legs around his waist with your head on his shoulder, rubbing your face into the crook of his neck. “Why are you so cranky?” He chuckled, rubbing your back in slow circles. As a response you did nothing but sit silently. He stood still for a second, thinking of your cranky behavior and ways to get you out of it. He knew coming home late always upsetted you. “Do you wanna play?” He questioned quietly, looking down for your reaction. You softly hummed a “yes.” He leaded fown to the bed, dropping you on it. A giggle flew from your lips, immediately changing the mood in the room. He hovered over you, peaking your lips. “see that’s the smile I’m looking for.” You tugged at his shirt. “I wanna play with you.” He nodded his head understanding perfectly. Diego peeled his shirt off his body, throwing somewhere around the room. His nicely toned body made you squeezed your legs together, rubbing trying to release some of the pressure. His eyes met you only wearing a tiny skirt and a tank top, sucking on your thumb. He craved your pretty mouth on him, your hands soft like butter all over him. “Are you gonna be a good little girl for daddy?” He cooed at you. “Yes. Daddy.” You nodded quickly. Diego’s hands creeped to your skirt, taking his time to pull it down. His eyes met your wet heat, obviously not wearing any panties. “Now What have I told you about not wearing any panties?” He tsked, running his middle finger down your thigh. Feeling chills creep up your spine. “It’s b-bad.” You stuttered, losing control over your words. “I think this owns you a punishment.” He smirked. Your chest tightened at his words. Face flustered at the thought. He sat on the edge of the bed. “Come on.” He patted his lap loudly making you gulp. Slowly waddling over to him, he placed you over his lap, bending you over on his leg. Rubbing over your left cheek. “Are you gonna count?” He asked sincerely. You nodded, slowly. “I didn’t hear you!” He cupped his hand behind his ear. “Yes. Daddy.” He let out a small growl, smacking. You jerked up at sudden connection. “One!” You squeaked out.

Then another, hard. “Two!” You shakily breathed. Dripping wetness onto his pants, he slapped again, it was much harder then the other times. Jumping up, “Three.” You cried out, breathless. Closing your eyes tightly at the fourth, feeling your legs twitching. “Four.” You sucked in a breath trying to stand, thinking he was done. “Sorry princess.” He planted a loud and rough smack. You jumped, breathing unevenly. “Five.” He rubbed over the red burning hand print leave on your left ass cheek. He plopped you back on your feet, legs feeling like jelly, and lastly turned on. “You good? Mama” he stared at you in awe at your cherry red cheeks, along with tough breaths. You nodded, not having a word to say. He pointed at the bed. You easily climbed up, sitting on your knees. “Take it all off.” He motioned to your tank top and bra. Doing just as he said. Getting comfortable in between the pillows, spreading your legs, as they was bend upwards. Giving him a full view of your heat dripping wet onto the bed. He grunted palming himself through his pants. “Daddy, I want it.” You whined, making his cock twitch. Dropping his pants to the ground. “Come get it.” He smirked, freeing his hard member out from his boxer, it was leaking precum. Your stomach doing backflips at the sight, aching for him to be inside of you. Crawling to the edge of the bed, he watched every move closely. Bending a leg up, he got closer. You batted your lashes at him. Teasing your entrance with the tip of his cock. “Daddy.” You dragged it out, shaking your head. “Beg for it, princess.” Diego kept rubbing against your clit. “Please. Daddy, treat me like a good girl and fuck me till my pretty legs can’t walk.” The dirty words was laced with such a innocent voice. He slipped himself in making you tingle at the feeling. Giving you a couple seconds to adjust, you gave him a nod. Diego began thrusting in and out, making you wimper. Eyes closing tightly as he stretched you out, legs bend in the air. “Daddy.” You moaned when he picked up the pace, making the whole bedfame rock. His hand was in between you two rubbing your clit. A scream left your lips, letting the neighborhood know what’s doing on in your bedroom. “Fuck, Your so tight.” Diego groaned, your wetness coating his cock. “Your taking me so good.” He moaned throwing his head back, his full length was in you. “Faster daddy.” His fingers worked magic making you clutch. “Shit.” He mumbled at your action, wiping the sweat off his forehead, fire burning in his vains. “D-d-daddy!” You shook coming close to your orgasm. Aching your back off the bed, buckleing your hips, it was like your body wasn’t on the hot bed anymore. Eyes rolling to the back of your head, diego couldn’t help but be amazed at the girl under him close to a orgasm looking sexy as hell. “Fuck, daddy. I’m close.” You panted, focused on your approaching orgasm. “Me too, princess.” Diego’s thrusts slowed as his climax was near. Still rubbing the tiny nerve bud. His other hand found itself wrapped around your neck, applying slightly pressure. Your legs shook, at both pleasures. “Ah-shit! I’m cumming.” You cried out, squirming around the bed, humping against him, trying to ride out your orgasm. Diego grunted, mumbling cuss words then soon feeling his warm liquid shoot into you, filling you up. He thrusted slow, only riding out his too before pulling out, while you spill on the bed. “You still mad at me? Cuddle bug.” Diego fell next to you, roughly breathing. “No, like you said I was cranky.” You stated like it was a fact. “Baby just missed daddy right?” He flicked his tongue against the top of his mouth. You giggled in response, turning to him. “I’ll run you a bath to get you cleaned up.” Diego kissed your forehead before standing from the bed. “A lot of bubbles please!”

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[abandoned-as-mustard]

DD, 2x06

THAT WAS SOME GOOD SHIT I TELL YA, SOME GOOD SHIT👌🏻👌🏻👌🏻 I LOVE THIS 

The cranky evil japs ain’t happy

Seriously, what is it with bad guys and only going at the heroes one or two at a time?? Why not all??

They just literally sit back until their buddies are down and then jump in

Defeated!!! All elektra says is “hungry?”

That girl definitely has a kink for violence

I bet she handcuffs her men to the bed

“How did you know it was me? I wear a mask.” “you can’t mask that ass. I’d know it anywhere. You’ve been woking out, by the way.”

LOL #priorities

the reason why elektra won’t leave is because she has a kink for men telling her to leave them alone

What’s matt done with the Yakuza before??? Why haven’t we seen that before?

“Public defender” ooh another name drop

Ok this new guy is an ass

Hang on, why isn’t MATT telling foggy about what frank told him??  He has no reason not to since foggy knows his identity

oooh Mahoney got a promotion for bringing in frank

Whoooa holy shit this is finally happening

Frank must recognise matt’s voice!!!!!!

THE WAY FRANK IS LOOKING AT KAREN WHEN SHE SHOWED HIM THE PHOTO OF HIS FAMILY

I ALREADY SHIP IT

I HATE THIS DA

EYYY MATT SLAP HER WITH THE FACTS AND THE ETHICAL SHIT SHE’S DONE

I THINK FOGGY IS JELLLLYYYYYYYY EYY

Clever, elektra, making matt change in the car so you get to see him shirtless

HOLY SHIT frank has killed so many people he’s like John wick

“I’m not talking to you. her. I need to talk to her alone.” SHIP SHIP SHIP

“My job was to keep them safe. But I didn’t. I didn’t do it.”

MY HEART

“you stay. please.”  Ajkfskjfskjdf

DAAAAAMN MATT LOOKS GOOD IN THAT BOWTIE

Matt is a “90s top 40” music kind of guy

Eyyy matt played the blind card and spilt the wine on him!!! Smart boy

“You never were in any danger. That other night… I only hurt people that deserve it.”

“Point is, you were safe. I just wanted you to know that.”

“Why did you want me to stay?” “I guess I worry that the memories are just gonna.. go away.”

Mmmm karen is crossing the tape line

MY HEART

THEY’RE BONDING OVER HER TELLING HIM WHAT SHE SAW IN THE HOUSE

THE FREAKING WAY SHE’S LOOKING AT HIM

AWW SHE GAVE HIM THE PHOTO BACK

“Thank you, ma’am”

AND SHE HADN’T EVEN ASKED HER LAWYER QUESTIONS YET

That was smooth, a quick takedown in the bathroom where there are no cameras

Reyes you little shit. You wanting frank in gen pop so that people will kill him.

I knew that frank was gonna change his mind, he can’t just be locked away forever

Ooh they still don’t know what matt has done to Gibson…. How bloody long must they think he takes to pee?

Ohhhh I hope they get out in time!! This gives me actual anxiety

STOP DAWDLING

OOOH THAT IS A COOL SHOT OF PEOPLE RUNNING UP THE STAIRWELL

AND SO WAS THAT FIGHTING IN THE OFFICE WITH THE SMOKED GLASS WINDOWS

Ofc, they’re pretending they’e getting it on, and it worked!

And they checked his eyesight, he’s non responsive to light, so they know he’s actually, really blind and not faking it

The best part about being blind is that no one suspects a damn thing

Elektra’s methods may be questionable, but she wants to do good in the end

AAAAAHH HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO SLEEP AFTER THAT EPISODE?????????????

#brc watches daredevil #the suspense #the action #the ships #like kastle #i'm already trash #and my boy matt #i love him #kastle #kastle kastle

[atigressplayground]

I've recently begun a DD/lg relationship with my girlfriend and we're trying to figure out some rules to set down. Do you have any suggestions for beginners? 😊💜🎀

Well you need to really pay attention to her and understand what she needs. Every little is different. Some may need early bed times so they won't be so cranky, or they have trouble eating so you set up a rule that they have to eat 3 times a day. Make sure your rules fit you guys! That's very important. Need anymore help don't be afraid to message me.

[anika-ann]

Hands Too Cold, but Heart of Gold - Pt.1

The Recruitment

Pairing: Steve Rogers x reader, Matt Murdock x reader (no SR x MM x r)

Word count: 2120

Summary: Avenger!reader AU, love triangle. Every hero has an origin story. Yours not soall that great. One more reason not to mention it during the first face to face meeting with DD. ...right.

Warnings: mention of death, mentions of violence, swearing, fluff, mild angst…?

Story Mastelist

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“No, no way. I’m not doing it,” you exclaimed resolutely, spinning on your heels.

Heavy, yet somewhat gentle hand fell on your shoulder, turning you back. You bit your lip and looked up at your boss and the closest friend in one person.

His eyebrow was raised in challenge. “Are disobeying your orders?”

You could hear his light teasing just like the serious note in his tone. And of course, Captain America’s authoritative voice was unmistakable. You just gaped.

“It’s a waste of time, St— Captain,” you bit back wryly and he made a disapproving face.

“Don’t pull that out, you know I-“

“Yes, Captain?”

His expression turned annoyed at the interruption and your snarky tone.

You knew you were being cranky, but trying to convince Daredevil, freaking Daredevil, the patron not-exactly-saint of Hell’s Kitchen, was not on your I’d-love-to-do-this list. More like the opposite. That guy was very obviously a lone wolf who loved playing on his own playground and you were not judgemental of that – he was dedicated to his home and that was fine. His way of saying no to joining the Avengers might be a bit rude, but given how many people – well, people – had been trying to convince him to step up to the plate and think on a larger scale than ten blocks, you couldn’t really blame him.

Steve’s hands caressed your shoulders and you bit your lip harder. His baby blue eyes were staring at the bottom of your soul, making you shiver. He had beautiful eyes, serious most of the time, getting incredibly charming when a spark of mischief appeared in them; and make no mistake, Captain America had a lot of mischief in himself despite the righteousness radiating from him to miles.

You blinked, trying to escape his gaze; it was annoying how it always sent your heart racing.

“Just give it a try. No one will be angry with you if you fail. I won’t either. But I believe in you,” he pronounced softly, making you swallow embarrassingly loudly when his thumbs caressed your shoulders.

Jeez, you were such a sucker for his ‘I believe in you’.

Of course, you had a good reason. His speech had been the one that inspired you to join the team. To stop pitying yourself and woman up – yes, that was exactly the term he had used, because his love for strong women was infinite –, to use your accidently gained powers to do some good. He had been the one to find you almost five months ago in the completely frozen lab – your work, not that you had intended it –, shaking, but not from cold. You had been scared to death – you had killed people. You had killed the people who had been trying to help you-- and he had come to you, slowly, putting his shield away despite your warnings and offered you a literal helping hand, promising he hadn’t been there to harm you and he had believed you wouldn’t have hurt him. That he had believed in you.

You fought tears at the memory – you always had. You had hurt him in the end – just a little frostbite really, nothing his super-soldier’s body couldn’t handle – and yet, you had felt almost as sorry as for taking the other people’s lives. But Steve Rogers hadn’t been mad at you. He had stuck around, helped you to get a hold of your powers and the two of you had become colleagues slash friends. Very close friends, actually. Also, you had a bit of a crush on him, but who hadn’t.

“Goddammit, Steve,” you whined silently and his face lit up as he realized he had won. Not from his boss position, no; he had won the way he always had, as a friend of yours.

“I knew I could count on you, Frosty,” he whispered, enclosing you in a short gentle hug.

You rolled your eyes. “You know, Rogers, for someone who napped for about seventy years in ice, you really are pushing your luck.”

Secretly, you loved the nickname he gave you. People called you Frostbite, but Steve never had, aware what kind of a painful reminder of what you had done to him and everyone else the first time using your uncontrollable powers it was. No, he called you Frosty or Snowflake, because he was a sweetheart. Tony, on the other hand, was a dick, calling you Elsa. The others called you either your first name, or your last name. And then there was Thor, calling you the Lady of Ice. You loved your team. It was a delight to work with them. A very exhausting delight.

“Nah, you like me too much.”

You scoffed. He was perfectly on point of course. “I still don’t understand why it’s not you coming, Captain Righteousness. I’m sure you would have handled him better, oh Star Spangled Man with a Plan.”

He let go of you, ruffling your hair to show how much he was still cranky about Clint showing you the videos, both old and rather recent ones. To be fair, you deserved that; but you couldn’t help but tease him about it; some of them were cute, while the others were just hilarious.

“Careful, you still have a problem for saying a bad word.” You rolled your eyes. You had said ‘goddammit.’ Wuss. “And I do have a plan.”

You expectantly raised your eyebrows, curious. He winked.

“I have you.”

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‘This is ridiculous. I’m tracking a man in a Devil suit in, myself in an icily blue catsuit, Captain America’s voice in my ear. What is my life?’

“Still copy?”

“Yep.”

“He’s around the Piers 42/44, heading North.”

“Rogers that,” you mumbled, not fighting the smirk that always found its way to your lips when talking to Steve via comms, saying ‘Rogers that’ instead of just ‘Roger’. It was just too funny and you needed funny in your life. Even if you could basically hear him rolling his eyes at that. Rude.

You created an ice slide, rising and falling to help you to move faster. Tony had designed special shoes for you to move easily on it, while not giving yourself a shiner – it had taken quite a lot of tries and lots of black-eyes plus one broken radius, but hell if it hadn’t been worth it. Ha, hell.

Never mind. You had a task to complete.

You saw him now, the Devil. He slowed down visibly, which surprised you. He had actually managed to disappear on Tony in the sewers once. He had walked away in the middle of Cap’s recruitment speech, ignorant. Sure, he hadn’t shaken Natasha off, but hadn’t agreed either. Thor and Clint hadn’t tried yet. You wondered what Devil’s strategy was this time.

He stopped completely then and you landed few steps from him, a bit wary. You had done your reading on the Devil; he was fast, efficient and didn’t hesitate to break a bone or two. Or six. To be fair, you read about why he did it, on what occasions, and you truly weren’t judgemental.

“Wasn’t expecting any black ice tonight. It’s only September,” he commented nonchalantly, his voice deep. Not necessarily hostile though – you took that as a win.

Perhaps Steve knew what he was doing, sending you – you weren’t as notoriously famous as the others who had actually been present during The Battle of New York were, so maybe the Devil found it refreshing or something.

You wordlessly let your icy toboggan-bridge disappear. “Daredevil.”

“Why are you here? Have your teammates not gotten the message yet? Did you draw the shortest straw today?”

“Something like that.”

“The answer is still no.”

“Why?” you asked, already guessing the answer.

Because he belonged in the Hell’s Kitchen. Because he was a vigilante, not a hero, not an Avenger.

“I don’t really feel like fighting aliens. And someone needs to take down drug rings and smaller things that escape your notice,” he replied wryly and you sighed.

“You think we don’t see that?”

“Press harder.”

“Sounds like you don’t, given what your friend is saying,” he noted and you closed your eyes in defeat.

Steve’s voice was quiet, for you only, but it wasn’t news the Devil had extraordinary hearing. You couldn’t quite blame him for not liking you coming alone and not alone at all. You reached to your ear, turning your communicator off.

Daredevil tilted his head, seemingly confused.

“You think they don’t see that?” you corrected yourself, letting out the doubts you had despite the warm (ha) welcome the Avengers gave you. “You’re needed here. What you do matters, which is why they are letting you.”

“Why are you saying ‘them’?”

“Do I look like an Avenger to you?”

“You sure call yourself that.”

“Well, I don’t feel like one. But I let them talk me down. I’m a destroyer, yet, they convinced me I can help. And maybe I found a calling. Maybe I found a way to possibly redeem myself,” you whispered, being sure the Devil would hear you. He heard everything.

“I am answering a calling. By doing what I do,” he replied, aiming for firm, but failing. Could he tell the emotion behind your voice, the way you opened unexpectedly (to your own surprise too)? Could he hear the regret? Did he imagine what had caused it? Did it move him?

“And I understand that. Actually, kudos for aiming for achievable goal of managing ten blocks of Manhattan and not letting your ego get in the way too much. I mean, these guys are trying to save the world, talk about unrealistic goals,” you noted, lightening up the mood a little.

You imagined the man behind the mask frowned. “I’m sorry, I’m confused now. Are you still trying to get me to join, or…?”

You chuckled. “Doesn’t look like it, huh? I guess that’s fair.”

The corner of his lips quirked in an approximation of a smile. Your heart skipped a beat. You bet neither of your Avenging friends managed to do that. Not that this was a competition or a manipulation – you were being completely honest. Painfully so.

“I… I’m gonna be honest with you. Steve wants you on this one. And frankly, I have no idea why-“ you paused, realizing how it sounded. “I mean— I know why, we can always use some help saving the world and stuff, but... yeah. So just once for now, let’s team up. No strings attached.”

“That was quite a direct strike. Didn’t see that coming,” he chuckled and you blinked, your eyelashes brushing your eye-mask.

Did he just chuckle? Did he laugh at you? Not that he didn’t have the right, but it was still a bit incredible. His face returned to the mask of seriousness. For some reason, it seemed softer now. “It was… Steve, wasn’t it? You say they convinced you, but you mean Steve Rogers.”

You escaped his gaze – or you thought so. Escaped the way the glassy eye-covers of his helmet burned through you. Whatever.

“Yes,” you whispered. He didn’t comment on that. But you would swear he relaxed.

“How did you get your powers?”

You froze almost literally at the direct question. Well, he sure wasn’t beating around the bush. What was it to him? Was it a test? Did he want to know you before saying no? Was he considering a yes? Did he trust you?

You licked your lips, fighting a shiver.

“Untested treatment. I had a rare liver disease and they tested a treatment with some chitauri crap on me. I always had troubles with thermoregulation. The meds messed it up on a completely different level.”

“I’m sorry.” And he genuinely sounded as if he was, his voice dropping.

“I didn’t ask for this. I hurt people. I’m paying my debt, because I think it’s the only thing I can do apart from creating icicles and toboggans for kids and do some cold-drying of fruit for missions,” you said seriously and his shoulders slightly shook with laughter. You found yourself smiling too. Dammit, how did you switch from misery to joking so fast in one sentence?

“No strings attached?” he asked slowly and your mouth literally fell open. Did he just-

“Did you just-?”

“Yeah. How bad it can be? Plus, your friend is approaching with the jet, I guess he didn’t like you turning your comms off.”

“Oh I’m gonna be on detention for like a week, okay. Or until they need another cold-drying, Tony’s addicted to his dried blueberries.”

The Devil chuckled once more before a cute smile settled on his lips. He took several steps closer to you. “I’m sure they’re delicious.”

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Part 2

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Tags:  @murdermornings​ @mermaidxatxheart​

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Heya, people :) I decided to share one of my older fics with the tumblr, I hope a few of you will like it O:-) Whenever you want to be (un)tagged in anything of mine, shoot me an ask or a message or something like that. 

Thank you for reading :-*

#marvel #mcu #fanfiction #steve rogers x reader #matt murdock x reader #steve rogers imagine #matt murdock imagine #captain america x reader #daredevil x reader #avengers #avengers fanfiction #avenger reader #hands too cold but heart of gold #anika ann

[handshakesandbirdies]

Mixed Tour Bag

Let me warn you guys, this one is going to be all over the map.

Tiger Woods is, and will always be the needle, the barometer, the gauge. Us golf fans didn’t know what to expect. In 2013 he won 5 tournaments, and he didn’t play a full schedule. He might have played 17 or 18 tournaments, could be even less. For the 11th time, Tiger was player of the year. Since then, us fans, or those in the business have missed you! Tiger Woods is great for golf. Tiger Woods is great for sports. Tiger Woods is great for young kids. Tiger Woods is great for adults. Tiger Woods is great for old people.

I am 34 years old, with the hairline of a 65 year old. I think Larry David is one of the funniest people in the world. I refuse to curb my enthusiasm about what I saw from Tiger last week. Injuries have held Tiger back for quite some time, starting with the knee in the late 2000′s, then the back, and everything tied to the back. Ladies and Gentlemen, the stress put on the body that allows you to be able to get anywhere near the level of Golf that Tiger or any other tour player has achieved goes unmentioned more times than not. “Golf is 90% mental, and 10% physical” We’ve all heard it, or even recited it to someone. If you are going to literally shove steel, into the earth, or sometimes worse, a rubber mat set on cement, at ridiculous swing speeds, a couple million times (Yes, a couple million times) your joints and muscles, are going to hate your guts! For you nerds out there questioning my math, and by “my math” I mean an average of 300 balls a day(range only) X every day of the year, for 15 or 20 years. Then you work on your short game, chipping, pitching, bellying, flopping, putting where your back starts to really hate your guts. Why did I get so extensive right there? To be able to perform anywhere near as well as a tour player, that’s your equation, at a bare minimum, there is no short cut. Tiger was hurt. Tiger Woods was injured. Tiger Woods started second guessing himself. Injury adds a lot of uncertainty, and most of the time can hinder confidence. David Duval was one of my all time favorite players, and is by far my favorite analyst. DD won 13 tour events in 5 years. 5 YEARS! Physical injuries followed, Vertigo followed, you have to strike while the iron is hot. Maybe, at most a dozen people have had a stretch like that. Vijay and Phil are probably the only other players to do that in the “Tiger Era”. Why do I bring up Duval? Because people forget how great he was. Johnny Miller won 25 events, and 2 majors. Most young people write him off as a cranky analyst, who only looks for flaws. Not true, Johnny calls it like it is. David is articulate, and respected. Johnny has no filter, and is a harsh critic at times. Jim Nance is like a “mix between fergie and jesus”. Almost everyone has no idea that Nance was Fast Freddie Couples’ roommate/teammate at the University of Houston on the famed golf team. Shoutout to close family friends, Babe and Jim Hiskey(Worth a Google), whose nephew Jonathan Carlson is one of the nicest guys in the world, and mostly carried us to every best ball tournament we ever won. Shoutout to my pards Zach Christ, 18 under is still standing. Jason Schmuhl is a stud. Shoutout to notable, fellow MHS Viking Golf Alum, Jessica Reese, Steve Burrell, Andrew Hoffer, Jason Ballard, Don Ballard, David Thomas, Dane Fairfield, Jeff Johnson, Nick Rogers, Scotty Hess, Billy Blem and Bob Borowicz who played in 4 or 5 PGA Championships, and like a baker’s dozen AT&T’s. Jim Knego is an adopted Viking, and not a lot of people know he fired up a weekend 66 at the Sonoma County Open at Windsor in the mid 90′s where he finished in the top 5 and turned down his exemption into the next Nike Tour Event because he had a lot of lessons scheduled, and a busy next week on the tee sheet. Shoutout to John Flachman, you are Sonoma County Golf! Rodney Wilson...best driving range club twirl ever. Steve Dreyfus, you were a scholar and a gentleman! Never Say Thanks!

I knew Tiger was feeling better when I heard his pre tournament press conferences this last week. It is really hard to swing the golf club, especially when you are constantly changing your swing to cater to your most recent injury. Over the last few years you could hear the hesitation in Tiger’s voice. When I saw an over the hump Tiger, who was giddy about being able to practice, and play pain free, I got GIDDY! I’m all in. He’s the greatest I’ve ever seen. Jack, you’re my guy too! I’m a student of the game. You brought the power aspect to the game of golf. Most fans forget you were offered a basketball scholarship to OSU first, Not Golf!Tiger, if you, my guy cookie, and O’Meara need a 4th anywhere in Florida, send the jet and I’ll be there as fast as your pilot will fly.

Cheers to continued progress, and Warm Regards! (You and Phil are my top 2 favorites in April at Augusta for the next ten years, if you guys don’t retire)

Top 10 Places to dream about when the rains hits us in Santa Rosa.

1. Palm Desert

2. Hilton Head

3. Scottsdale 

4. Monterey

5. Phoenix

6. Hawaii(Never Been)

7. Mexico(Where the kidnap rates are low)

8. Dominican Republic

9. Anywhere in Florida

10. A bar in the midwest that has a golf simulator.

#handshakesandbirdies #jumparound

[theworldoffostering]

Friday Five

1. We got the call today that the insurance company is going to call our Accord totaled and we will need a new vehicle.  That is the first vehicle that DH and I purchased together.  We bought it used.  It’s a 2007 with 150,000 miles on it, but it has been a reliable car for us and I am going to be sad to see it go.  The guy today said he thought the insurance would give us $5k-$6K for it, but that remains to be seen, and that’s not a lot to get DD into a commuter car for school when we still have a loan that we are paying off for the big van, and the Accord had no issues.  I am just plain bummed about it all. 

2. DD had a follow up with a nurse practitioner yesterday.  Her concussion seems pretty severe.  We learned today that most of the damage to the car is underneath it due to it catching air and then landing so hard.  Given the extent of the damage, I’m even more grateful that DD is not in worse shape, but she has literally slept for the past two days and gotten up only when I’ve woken her to insist that she eat and medicate.  She’s hurting for sure.

3. I met H’s class at an apple orchard today.  It was fun to spend the day with him (I took NB too).  The orchard was the same one where DH and I had our wedding reception so it is always fun to see it. It was cool and cloudy here, but not bad enough that we were miserable.  Apple cider donuts made the trip more than worthwhile.

4. NB is cutting his first top tooth.  He’s not even cranky about it.  This baby is perfect!  We are essentially facilitating a goodbye visit between NB and his mom this weekend.  Mom is saying that she is going to leave the state which will have implications for the case (of course--and not great ones as it most likely will postpone things, but we’ll see).  I am sad to see her go.  Truly she is one of the nicest, most in tune parents we have ever worked with, and I genuinely like her.  She seems content that NB is in a home where he is well loved.

5. I have stacks and stacks of grading to complete this weekend!  I haven’t been able to really work since the accident so I am hunkering down tonight and trying to get a start on some of it.