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Thoughts on Daredevil (1964) as a Black Widow fan pt 2
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Letter column from Daredevil (1964) #89
SAY IT LOUDER, JEFF 📣📣📣📣
"Matt seems to believe that when a woman is in love with a man he acquires the right to act like her father, something he probably picked up from Reed Richards" 🫢💀
Gotta say, I'm loving the Black Widow defense from 1970s men.
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Daredevil (1964) #91
YESSS NAT DRAG HIM
It's painful reading Natasha go through this knowing that there is someone out there that does treat her the way she deserves to be treated as an equal, but he's just temporarily dead during the 70s comics. However, timeline-wise, this is post-Bucky and Natasha's Red Room romance which makes the way Matt is treating her even more painful because she did find someone who does treat her as his partner, who does thank and accept her, but they were torn apart. Her happiest romance was in the Red Room, a HORRIBLE place, where it had to be kept a secret but now she's out of it and free to do whatever she wants, but she's in a toxic relationship with Matt. In hindsight, this could be read as Natasha missing Bucky even though their relationship wasn't created until the 2000s.
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Daredevil and the Black Widow (1964) #94
"I'm my own woman first, last, and always!" will always be my favorite Natasha line. It's so Black Widow!
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Daredevil and the Black Widow (1964) #99
Clint and Matt: *being idiots fighting over Natasha, and Clint acting creepy*
Natasha: *is more concerned about her beautiful, broken window than Clint or Matt* 😂
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Daredevil and the Black Widow (1964) #99
It's confirmed that Matt has no brain cells because only an idiot would treat his girlfriend like this.
"How could I forget? You never stop reminding me!"
Only because he needs reminding! Maybe he should stop treating his girlfriend as a brainless sidekick. Ugh, I can't wait until Natasha dumps him.
pt 1 pt 3 pt 4
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bizarre-hostile · 1 month
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She's got a glare inside her eyes And she makes everything she touches turn to stone Here's to all the things that you made up in your mind to get you home When you finally reach the place and realize there's nothing there
HERA MORAN & CONWAY MORAN (UA WESTERN)
@undomesticaated 🖤
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rassilonwatchathon · 28 days
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It's the 9 year anniversary of The Watch-A-Thon of Rassilon, so this month we're sharing our older episodes!
NINTH DOCTOR SERIES ONE (June 27th, 2023-January 31st, 2024) Episode 161- Rose (Eat At Toni Jo’s!) Episode 162- The End of the World (An Old Earth Ballad) Episode 163- The Unquiet Dead (Everything We Do is for the Lesbians) w/ Steve Conway Episode 164- Aliens of London/World War Three (Let Zygons Be Zygons) w/ Vincent E.L. Episode 165- Dalek (Daleks Can’t Shoot Up) w/ @mgoldentumbls Episode 166- The Long Game (Who Gets Pegged) Episode 167- Father’s Day (Dad Stuff) w/ @truestoriesaboutme & @bradheath Episode 168- The Empty Child/The Doctor Dances (Mummy Issues) w/ Adam Clegg & Vincent E.L. Episode 169- Boom Town (Hey Thanks Wales) Episode 170- Bad Wolf/The Parting of the Ways (Don’t Think About Death) Ninth Doctor Special- A Fantastic Return (Charles Dickens Perservering) TENTH DOCTOR Episode 171- The Christmas Invasion (Premium Dad Content) w/ Vincent E.L. & @bradheath Special- Richard Starkings Interview (The Connector of Universes) w/ Richard Starkings
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matthewkniesys · 11 months
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i’m a matt boldy girlie bc of adam banks ngl
thats fair
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marvelousmrm · 1 year
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Daredevil #118 (Conway/Heck, Feb 1975). Matt returns to New York, and Don Heck returns as the penciller — it feels like a soft reboot. The Circus of Crime hires a new member, Blackwing… with his legion of trained bats.
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age-of-moonknight · 2 years
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“A Friend in Need…,” Daredevil (vol. 1/1967), Annual #4B.
Writer: Gerry Conway; Penciler: Mark Bagley; Inker: Sam de la Rosa; Colorist: George Roussos; Letterer: Michael Heisler
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adamwatchesmovies · 6 days
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Lawnmower Man 2: Beyond Cyberspace (1996)
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What circumstances could’ve possibly led to the making of Lawnmower Man 2: Beyond Cyberspace a.k.a. Lawnmower Man 2: Jobe's War? There couldn't have been too many fans of the original thanks to its flagrant disregard for the source material, terrible special effects and hammy characters. Even if you did enjoy it unironically, this sequel isn’t for you because it directly contradicts the ending of the first film before repeating everything it did in the last act for about an hour. At best, this picture can be enjoyed as something that’s “So Bad It’s Good”. Even so, it doesn't measure up to its predecessor. This is a movie without an audience.
Six years after the events of the first film, now 16-year-old Peter Parkette (Austin O’Brien) lives in a cyberpunk Los Angeles with a group of runaway teens. This futuristic society’s favorite pastime is navigating through virtual reality, which makes them vulnerable to the megalomaniacal Jonathan Walker (Kevin Conway) and the Chiron Chip he's developing with the help of Jobe Smith (Matt Frewer) - now legless, disfigured and living nearly entirely in cyberspace. What the corporate tycoon doesn’t realize is that Jobe has sinister plans of his own; plans only the Chiron Chip’s creator, Dr. Benjamin Trace (Patrick Bergin), can thwart.
Forget the “dun, dun, dun!” ending of The Lawnmower Man. Forget the fact that Jobe’s body was clearly disintegrated, that he went on a murderous rampage sending cyberbees after people and setting others on fire. In fact, forget most of the movie. Remember only the vague idea that Jobe was experimented upon until he became a galaxy-brained virtual world wizard. As for whether you should remember that he’s evil or not… I’m not sure. The film has an obvious villain in the form of Jonathan Walker but he eventually gets supplanted by Jobe, who wants to become a cybergod and rule over all humanity. First, he has to destroy the real world by ruining people’s credit ratings, making ATMs spit out money non-stop, and messing around with the water & power supply. He knows that within minutes, such disruptions will have people jacking onto the internet so hard they’ll never want to jack off again. No, that’s not me making a joke. I’m demonstrating what the funniest part of this movie is. Not the special effects (which are actually better than the ones we saw in 1992); the constant stream of unintentional references to masturbation.
If it wasn’t obvious already, the film’s writing is ghastly. It’s only been six years since Jobe’s ascension, making this Blade Runner-lite LA as convincing as low-budget 1996 CGI. It’s clear Farhad Mann - whose name appears in the end credits at least 5 times - really wanted to make a cyberpunk movie but couldn’t figure out how to make this set this sequel in the future while still featuring the same boy Jobe befriended when he was a simpleton. Speaking of that friendship, we’re told that Jobe suffered burns on 80% of his body, that his legs had to be amputated and his face was reconstructed. Is that why Peter recognizes him immediately? The film doesn’t even do the obvious thing, which is to have Jobe appear as he originally did in Cyberspace and then morph his appearance to look like his current self to create that bridge. That’s a nitpick, really. This film is loaded with dubious security measures, technology that makes no sense and relationships that would have even aliens who’ve never encountered people raising their eyebrows. Why Dr. Cori Platt (Ely Pouget) and Dr. Trace suddenly fall in love, no one could say.
Beyond Cyberspace/Jobe’s War is inferior to The Lawnmower Man in every way, and since its plot is basically a repeat of the former’s last act, there’s really no reason to watch it, except one. Without a doubt, this film features the best “we don’t really know what hacking is like” scene of all time. Instead of a password, we've got a mathematical equation that needs to be solved. Said equation then turns into a virtual maze the characters have to navigate through. Combined with the techno jargon soup, it’s a laugh-out-loud riot that plays out like a cross between magic and an FMV video game puzzle. I wish I could commit to memory the exact words exchanged but it’s impossible; those lines could never be written down or uttered by a person whose sanity is intact. For that alone, Lawnmower Man 2 might be worth checking out if you like bad movies and you had a great time with the first. (May 7, 2022)
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kudosmyhero · 11 months
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Daredevil (vol. 1) #72: Lo! The Lord of the Leopards!
Read Date: November 24, 2022 Cover Date: January 1971 ● Writer: Gerry Conway ● Penciler: Gene Colan ● Inker: Syd Shores ● Colorist: {uncredited} ● Letterer: Artie Simek ● Editor: Stan Lee ●
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**HERE BE SPOILERS: Skip ahead to the fan art/podcast to avoid spoilers
Reactions As I Read: ● Tagak's mask is legit creepy ● Silver Age comics are so melodramatic. I love it. The characters wax poetic… aloud… when no one is listening ● for example, here's Matt somersaulting off a roof, having a full-on conversation with himself ● aaand here he is somersaulting to one of the biggest leaps of logic: "moves like a cat? well it's gotta be Tagak!" ● big kitty ● I read "Man without Fear" #3 today, and Matt had blood streaming down his right arm in that story, too. I believe this is the first time we've seen fairly active bleeding from DD in these Silver Age comics. ● now his left hand is probably bleeding, too… ● oh ffs, DD is annoyed at a guy for assuming Tagak is the culprit, yet DD made the exact same assumption just a couple of pages ago ● ok, he's calling himself out on his assumption ● his radar sense is acting a lot like Spidey-sense; and there've been times Peter's Spidey-sense acts like Matt's radar sense--including letting him get around without being able to see in some situations. here, Matt's radar sense is acting more like uncanny intuition ● ok, something is actively drawing his radar sense ● oo, this green panel on pg 15 is cool ● Tagak is blind, too, eh? ● wait… is Tagak wearing a mask? ● Quothar had entered the chat ● no, kitty!
Synopsis: After a series of strange sightings of a Leopard skin-dressed man and a leopard running loose in New York City, Daredevil investigates and ends up befriending the being, known as Tagak, who came to our dimension through a magical mirror and is in pursuit of a criminal from his home world. DD helps Tagak capture the thief and return him to Tagak's reality to face punishment for his crimes, although Tagak's leopard (who facilitated his ability to see) was killed during the episode by police bullets.
(https://marvel.fandom.com/wiki/Daredevil_Vol_1_72)
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Fan Art: Daredevil by jdtmart
Accompanying Podcast: ● Josh and Jamie Do Daredevil - episode 09
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midnight-star-world · 11 months
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#CountryMusic
Cody Johnson & The Rockin' CJB Live
So today on the MSR (Midnight Star Review), I would like to talk about the latest album from Cody Johnson. The new album is titled "Cody Johnson & the rockin' CJB Live" and was released on Friday December 2nd, 2022. There are 2 discs with 27 tracks on the new project.
But this album will cover a lot of the songs from the career of Cody Johnson. So we will won't talk about his career before we dive into the new CD. But let's divide this into the 2 new discs. Part one features songs like "Honky tonk hardwood floors", "With you I am", & "Wild as you. Other songs I think you should check out are "Ride with me", "Diamond in my pocket", "Stronger", & "Longer than she did". Here is the track list for part one.
Part One.
COJO Nation (Intro).
Honky Tonk hardwood floors.
With you I am.
Wild as you.
Ride with me.
Dance her home.
Diamond in my pocket (Intro).
Diamond in my pocket.
God bless the boy (Cori's song).
Half a song.
Stronger.
Me and my kind.
Longer than she did.
Here we will talk about Part two . Songs we will talk about are "I don't know a thing about love" which is Conway Twitty's, "Nothin' on you", & "Let's build a fire". His big hits are also included like "Human", "'Til you can't", "On my way to you", & "Dear rodeo" with doesn't feature Reba McEntire. Cody had a hand in co-writting 6 tracks from the project. Eric Pasley, Matt Stell, Vince Gill, Chris Janson, & Charlie Daniels also had a hand in co-writting as well. Here is the rest of the track list for Part two now.
Part Two.
I don't know a thing about love.
Nothin' on you.
Son of a ramblin' man.
Let's build a fire.
Human (Intro).
Human.
'Til you can't.
Long haired Country Boy (Intro).
Long haired Country Boy.
The rockin' CJB Solos.
On my way to you (Intro).
On my way to you.
Dear rodeo (Intro).
Dear rodeo.
And that's a wrap for the track list. There is no stand out track in my opinion from this cd. But I would give this album a 3.75 stars out of 5 stars. It's not a bad thing that doesn't have a stand out song, but it does feel like a live concert. It is a good album overall but feels like a Garth Brooks live kind of album. If you are a fan of Country Music right now or Cody Johnson, you should pick up or listen to this new project. Thanks for taking the time to read this review. See ya all next time.
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Thoughts on Daredevil (1964) as a Black Widow fan pt 1
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Daredevil (1964) #84
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Daredevil (1964) #85
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Daredevil (1964) #86
Are you joking? Matt confesses his feelings for Natasha in #84 and then literally one issue later in #85, he kisses Karen IN FRONT OF NAT, and then they get engaged in #86. I'm so glad Natasha eventually dumped his ass, he doesn't deserve her. With a toxic ex-boyfriend like Matt, no wonder Natasha is always closed off in addition to her insane amount of trauma.
(Too bad it'll take 40ish years for Bucky to be reintroduced as the Winter Soldier)
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Daredevil (1964) #86
NOOO NAT RUN AWAY
Matt and Karen's engagement lasted a grand total of one issue. Karen's right, though. Matt's a damn fool.
(I promise I love him, but not as Natasha's boyfriend 😭)
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Daredevil (1964) #87
🙄🙄🙄🙄🙄
This is why none of Matt's relationships ever work out. Imagine being dumb enough to think that Black Widow can't handle herself and attempting to say that she's "out of her league" when the villain they're about to fight is Electro, of all people.
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Daredevil (1964) #89
"Little lady" "Kid"
Maybe stop trying to infantilize your girlfriend, Matt? Bucky Barnes would never.
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EXCLUSIVE: Following his acclaimed role in the Showtime series Fellow Travelers, Jonathan Bailey may have found his follow-up, and it’s a big splash. Sources tell Deadline that he is in early talks to star in Universal and Amblin Entertainment’s new Jurassic World movie. Scarlett Johansson is also in talks to star. Gareth Edwards will direct. The studio recently dated the pic to bow on July 2, 2025 and moved fast to find a director, with Edwards spending all of last week meeting with execs. After impressing producers Steven Spielberg and Frank Marshall, who helped launch the franchise in the ’90s, an offer soon followed. Pre-production is expected to ramp up once a deal is sealed. The new movie will be a fresh take, with Jurassic World cast members Chris Pratt and Bryce Dallas Howard not expected to return, nor the original trilogy’s thespians Jeff Goldblum, Laura Dern and Sam Neill. David Koepp penned the script. The film will be will be executive produced by Spielberg through Amblin, and Marshall and Patrick Crowley will produce through Kennedy-Marshall. EVP Production Development Sara Scott and Creative Executive of Production Development Jacqueline Garell will oversee the project for the studio. Bailey has strong ties with Universal as he is set to appear in its anticipated Wicked adaptation. The studio is high on the project after making it the big reveal during its CinemaCon presentation, and sources they were high on his performance following the shoot. On top of Wicked, Bailey is also coming off Fellow Travelers. The limited series also starred Matt Bomer and earned Bailey a Critics Choice Award for his work, making him a frontrunner in the Emmy race. Bailey is repped by CAA, Anonymous Content and Conway van Gelder Grant Ltd.
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marvelousmrm · 2 years
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Daredevil and the Black Widow #96 (Conway/Colan, Feb 1973). The Man-Bull’s gunsel puts Matt in the hospital. Ivan’s busted up too, so Nat’s covering a lot of San Fran’s heroic needs. But everyone underestimates how much Matt loves suffering. He loves it so much.
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loveroftoomanyfandoms · 7 months
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Cooking Up Love, Chapter 7
Pairing: Chef!Matt Murdock x F!Journalist!Reader
Rating: T
Story Summary: Here 
Warnings/Tags: Hallmark levels of fluffy, cheesy goodness (and speed that their relationship develops, lol), no use of Y/N, Matt is not a vigilante, idiots in love, pining... so much pining
Word Count: ~3800
A/N: As promised, here's the 2nd half of Chef Matt & Reader's Sunday afternoon together! Enjoy!
And thank you as always to @theradioactivespidergwen for the super cute divider she made for me!
Tag List: @yarrystyleeza @hailey-murdock @mattkinsella @bellaxgiornata @danzer8705 @chezagnes @shouldbestudying41 @thepunisherfrankcastle @mattmurdocks6thscaleapartment
Where the hell are we going? you wondered as you and Matt headed away from Clinton Church. 
It wasn't like you weren't afraid he was taking you off somewhere to murder you -- you truly did feel safe with Matt and hadn't been lying when you had said that you trusted him. "Any hint as to where we're going?"
Matt shook his head. "I know it sounds weird, but I'd rather just show you, if that's okay?"
You nodded. It seemed important to Matt that your destination remain a mystery, so you decided not to push. "Okay."
You continued walking past various shops and storefronts until finally Matt stopped. "Okay, we're here."
You peered at the faded letters on the door. 
Fogwell's Gym
You remembered Matt saying that he frequently worked out after service, but couldn't quite understand what was so special about the location that required the need for secrecy. Well, at least that explains the gym bag.
Matt pulled a set of keys out of his pocket and unlocked the door before stepping inside. "Come on in."
You followed him into the darkened gym and waited as he turned the lights on before looking around.
Cubbyholes lined the wall to the left of the door while several punching bags hung to the right. A large boxing ring was situated in the middle of the room, with wooden steps leading up to it. 
Matt gestured towards what you assumed was the locker room. "I'm going to go get changed into my workout clothes. Be right back."
You nodded. "Okay."
While Matt was in the locker room, you took the opportunity to look at the flyers advertising various past boxing matches tacked to the wall. Johnson vs Lewis, Conway vs Roberts, Creel vs Murdock…
You sucked in a breath, reaching out to touch the poster. Creel vs Murdock. Now it makes sense.
You heard Matt come out of the locker room and set his bag down. 
"This is where your dad trained, isn't it?" you asked, your eyes still on the poster.
You heard Matt sigh. "Yeah. Yeah, it is."
You turned towards him and froze. As handsome as he was while wearing his chef's coat and black slacks or a t-shirt and jeans, he was even more gorgeous in a black tank top, gray sweatpants, and tennis shoes.
Your gaze drifted up to his face. His glasses were gone, revealing beautiful hazel eyes that were fixed in your direction. 
Matt must've felt you staring at him, because he ducked his head and began rummaging through his gym bag. "I, uh, I started coming here back when I was in culinary school," he explained. "I was struggling during my first semester and thinking about dropping out, so I came to the one place I knew where I would feel close to my dad to see if I could figure out what he would say."
He took out a small bundle of what looked like Ace bandages and began to wrap his hands. "I was having a particularly bad day that day -- there was this one professor who had been giving me a hard time about my need for certain accommodations -- so I began to take my frustration out on a punching bag."
You had found when people started to open up it was better to just let them keep talking rather than interrupt with questions, so you remained silent.
"With each punch I could hear my dad telling me that he was proud of me," Matt continued as he finished wrapping one hand and started on the other. "And that Murdocks never give up no matter how hard things get. So I decided to stay in culinary school and work my ass off to prove that I have what it takes to be a great chef and make my dad proud of me."
Before you could second-guess yourself, you walked over to Matt and wrapped your arms around him in a hug.
You thought for a split second that you might have crossed a line, but before you could let go and apologize Matt relaxed into your embrace, circling his arms around you and tucking his face into your neck.
You held him briefly, then let go and stepped back. 
Matt began to redo the wrap that he had begun, keeping his face turned downward. "I've, uh, I've never actually told anybody about that before. Not even Foggy."
Your heart constricted. You couldn't even begin to imagine the hardship that Matt must have had to go through in order to prove himself as a chef. "Thank you for sharing it with me."
Matt paused. "I don't suppose I can ask you to keep that off the record, can I?"
You nodded. "I will, if that's what you want. It'll stay just between us."
Matt huffed out a breath. "Thank you."
You sat on the bench as Matt moved in front of the punching bag. "So, I suppose you're going to show me some moves, huh?"
Matt chuckled. "If you'd like."
You watched as Matt did a few stretches, appreciating the way his biceps flexed as he moved. And if your eyes drifted southward, well… you were only human. Cake, indeed. One could bounce a quarter off of that ass.
Your eyes snapped back to Matt's face, which bore a small smirk. 
He reached out and touched the punching bag, found the center, then adjusted his stance, raising his fists in front of his face.
You watched in fascination as he skillfully maneuvered his way around the bag, landing punches as if he was squaring off against one of the greatest fighters of all time. He certainly doesn't fight like a blind man.
Finally he paused, chest heaving.
He steadied the punching bag. "Would you mind handing me that towel, please?"
You resisted the urge to lick the sweat off of his neck. "Oh, uh, yeah, sure."
You handed the towel to him. "So are you sure you haven't had professional training?"
Matt grinned as he wiped his face and neck down with the towel. "Yeah, I'm sure."
He draped the towel around his neck and picked up his gym bag. "I'm going to go take a quick shower and change, but I'll be back in a minute, if that's okay?"
You nodded. "Yeah, of course."
While you waited for him to return you checked your phone for messages, replying to an email from an artist you had featured a few weeks prior thanking you for your article.
You put your phone away and stood, glancing briefly over at the entrance to the locker room before walking in front of the punching bag.
You closed your eyes, curled your right hand into a fist, and swung, missing the bag completely. 
You opened your eyes, frowning. Maybe I wasn't close enough.
You moved a bit closer, then closed your eyes again.
You swung at the bag, this time barely connecting.
"...Your stance is off."
You gasped and whirled around, a hand flying over your chest. "Jesus, Matt, you scared me."
Matt stood next to the boxing ring, this time dressed in a dark blue t-shirt that clearly showed off his muscles and dark blue sweatpants.
He smiled softly at you. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to startle you."
You shook your head, trying to calm your racing heart. "It's alright. I was just… um… just…"
"Trying to figure out how a blind man can hit a punching bag so easily?" Matt nodded in understanding. "I probably should have told you, but I'm not actually completely blind."
"Oh," you replied, feeling slightly embarrassed. "I'm so sorry, I just assumed…"
Matt shook his head. "It's okay. The chemicals that got into my eyes basically fried my synapses, so whatever is directly in front of me looks like a black mass and the rest of my line of vision is what I can best describe as a 'world on fire'."
He tapped the side of his glasses, which you had belatedly realized were back on his face. "The red lenses help neutralize that part."
You huffed out a light laugh. "And here I thought you just wore them because they made you look cool."
Matt grinned. "You think they make me look cool?"
More like slightly mysterious and incredibly hot. Your face heated slightly. "Eh, maybe a little."
Matt shook his head with a chuckle. "Ready to head out?"
You nodded. "Mmhmm."
Matt gestured towards the door. "After you."
"So, where to next?" you asked as the two of you headed outside.
Matt shook his head. "Actually, that was my last errand." 
"Oh." You couldn't help but feel a bit disappointed that you had to go your separate ways. "Okay, so I'll see you tomorrow then?"
"Yeah, tomorrow." Matt bit his lip. "Um, that is… unless you'd like to have dinner with me tonight? My place? My apartment's not too far from here."
You nodded, unable to keep a smile off of your face. "Yeah. Yeah, I'd actually really like that."
Matt unfolded his cane. "Great!  I mean, it's the least I could do after you helped me out this afternoon at the soup kitchen."
Your heart sank slightly. Of course he meant it as a thank-you, how else would he have meant it? "Oh. Um, it was no problem. I was happy to help."
Matt turned the opposite of the way you were facing. "This way, then."
As you headed down the street, you couldn't help but entertain the thought of Matt having invited you over for dinner not because he felt obligated to as a thank-you, but because he hadn't been ready for your time together to end either.
You mentally shook your head. It's just as a thank-you for helping him out at the church, that's it.
…You just wished it hadn't been.
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Why the hell did I say that? Matt thought to himself as the two of you walked towards his apartment. He'd had every intention of asking you to have dinner with him as a (sort-of) date, but the second you had said yes he had second-guessed himself and blurted out the bit about it being as a thank-you for helping him out at Clinton Church. 
He mentally shook his head as the two of you stopped at a crosswalk. Maybe I can fix this.
Before he could say anything, you cleared your throat. "You know, I'm sure you're tired and I don't want to be an inconvenience, so I actually think I'll just head ho--"
"No!" Matt shook his head. "I mean, no, it's not an inconvenience. I was going to make something to eat when I got home anyway, so it's not a problem to make an extra serving."
He inwardly cringed. Way to make things worse. "Actually, what I meant was that I've really enjoyed your company today and would like to have dinner with you."
He could feel you relax. "I've enjoyed your company today too," you admitted softly. "If you're sure it's not a big deal…"
Matt nodded. "I'm sure."
"Then okay. I'd love to have dinner with you."
Matt smiled in relief. "Great. And actually now that I think about it, I do have one more stop before we get back to my apartment. I need to harvest some herbs from my plot at the community garden, but it'll only take a minute."
"Okay."
The two of you continued on as the crosswalk signal beeped and changed to walk .
"So what kind of herbs do you grow?" you asked.
"All sorts of culinary varieties," Matt replied. "Rosemary, thyme, basil, lavender, and mint."
"Oh, cool."
Matt nodded. "Unfortunately I have to outsource my herbs for the restaurant since I don't have the space to grow the amount that we would need, but this works for my own personal use."
He slowed as you reached the garden. "Welcome to the Hell's Kitchen Community Garden."
"Oh wow," you said. "I never even knew this was here."
Matt led you down the center path then to the right, following along the fence line to his plot in the back corner. "It hasn't been here too terribly long, maybe six months or so."
"And you said Claire from the farmer's market runs it?"
Matt nodded. "Yeah. She petitioned the council to turn the property into a community space and keeps track of who has which plot and everything."
You hummed. "I might have to talk to my boss about covering the community garden for the paper too. This is really neat."
"That would be great. It definitely would raise more awareness and hopefully bring more funding for upkeep." Matt stopped in front of his plot. "This is mine."
He knelt down and felt his basil plants before picking a few leaves and placing them into a small storage container he kept in the side pocket of his gym bag. "All set."
He led you back out of the garden and down the street towards his apartment building, frowning at the distant rumble of thunder. Well, there goes my plan to have dinner on the roof. "Sounds like it's about to rain."
"Yeah, it does seem like it's getting a bit cloudy," you replied. "Is your place much farther?"
Matt shook his head. "No, it's just up ahead."
"Oh, okay."
You walked the rest of the way in comfortable silence.
"Okay, here we are," Matt said as you reached his apartment building.
He led you to the elevator and pressed the button for his floor, the sound of rain beginning to fall as the elevator began to ascend. "Sounds like we made it just in time." 
"Yeah, thank goodness," you replied. "I wasn't expecting it to rain so I didn't bring my umbrella with me."
You can always just stay the night… Matt shook his head. "I have one you can borrow if you need to, or I can call you a cab if it's still raining hard when you leave later."
He took his keys out of his pocket as the elevator stopped and the doors opened. "This way."
He led you down the hall to his apartment and unlocked the door, then opened it and ushered you inside as another roll of thunder rumbled overhead.
He closed the door and dropped his keys into the bowl on the side table in the entryway before folding up his cane and setting it next to the bowl. "Come on in."
He tried to ignore his sudden nervousness. It had been a long time since he'd had someone who wasn't Foggy or Karen in his personal space and hoped you wouldn't judge how barren his apartment was.
He turned on the lights then headed to his refrigerator. "Would you like something to drink?"
"Oh, um, sure," you replied. "Whatever you're having is fine."
He heard you walk over to the large window in his living area as he pulled out 2 bottles of beer along with a block of pecorino cheese and some pancetta. He had gotten an incredible deal on his apartment because of the gigantic neon sign that was situated on the roof of the neighboring building, so he was sure that was what you were looking at.
He quickly washed the fresh basil he had picked and patted it dry, then set the cheese and pancetta down on the kitchen island before popping the tops off of the bottles and walking over to you. "Here you go."
Your fingers brushed his as he handed you the bottle, a now-familiar tingle coursing through Matt's veins. "Thank you."
Matt swallowed and took a sip of his beer. "Quite the view, huh?" he said, gesturing out the window.
You huffed out a laugh. "It's very, um… picturesque."
Matt shook his head with a grin. "Funny, that's exactly how the real estate agent that sold me this place described it." He leaned in conspiratorially. "I have a feeling she might not've been telling me the truth though." 
You laughed again. "Okay, it is a bit obnoxious."
Matt chuckled. "I really do keep meaning to get some blackout curtains, but since it's just me it's never really been a bother."
You hummed. "I honestly don't mind it. It gives your apartment an interesting glow."
Matt could imagine the two of you together on his sofa, the glow of the billboard the only light in the darkened room as he gently caressed your cheek, your lips inches from his own--
He mentally shook his head and gestured to his kitchen island. "Have a seat and I'll get started on dinner."
He heard you sit as he began to gather the rest of the ingredients, placing the eggs he had taken out of his refrigerator that morning into a bowl and setting it on the island before washing his hands and filling a pot about halfway with water.
He set the pot on the stove and seasoned it with some salt, then turned the burner on high to let the water boil.
He crossed back to the island and roughly chopped the fresh basil he had picked, then quickly whisked together 3 egg yolks and an entire egg before grating a generous amount of cheese into the mixture, giving it an additional stir before setting it aside.
He could feel you quietly watching him as he unwrapped the pancetta and began cutting it into small cubes, unable to help but wonder what you were thinking. You'd had the same focus the day before when he had made your crepes, but you had been recording your conversation then and had asked questions about his culinary process. This felt… different. More personal, like you were deep in thought.
He cleared his throat. "Penny for your thoughts?"
"What?" You startled slightly. "Oh, sorry, it's nothing. Just trying to figure out what we're having for dinner."
You were lying to him, but Matt couldn't figure out exactly why or what about. "Oh, I'm making spaghetti carbonara. It's traditionally made with guanciale, but my supplier was out, so pancetta will have to suffice for today."
"Your supplier… Oh, right, Frank, wasn't it?"
Matt shook his head then moved back to the stove, dropping the spaghetti into the pot of boiling water before moving the pancetta to the pan. "He doesn't do cured meats. I get those and other specialty items from Nelson's Meats."
You made a curious sound. "Nelson… as in Chef Nelson?"
Matt nodded as he stirred the pancetta around. "Foggy's family owns it. Best capicola in the tri-state area."
He finished cooking the pancetta and turned the skillet off, then scooped some of the pasta water into a measuring cup before draining the pasta and adding it to the pancetta. "Dinner's almost ready if you want to move to the table."
"Okay."
As you moved to Matt's dining table, he gave the egg mixture another stir before pouring it into the pan, adding a bit of the pasta water and using tongs to mix it all together.
Once it was a perfectly smooth consistency, he added some freshly-ground black pepper and separated it into two bowls before adding an extra sprinkle of cheese and some chopped basil on top of each serving. 
He placed a fork in each bowl, then brought them over to you, setting yours in front of you and his in front of his spot across from you. "Dinner is served."
You gave a slight gasp. "Oh my goodness, Matt, this looks amazing."
"Thanks." Matt quickly grabbed two wine glasses and gave them a quick rinse before taking a bottle of Pinot Gris out of his refrigerator and pouring you each a glass. 
He set your glass down before sitting across from you. "The beer we were drinking doesn't really go with carbonara so I've selected a wine pairing, if that's alright?"
You gave a hum of affirmation. "Of course it's alright."
Matt nodded. "Okay, well, enjoy."
He waited nervously as you took a bite.
You let out a pleased sound. "Oh my goodness, this is so good."
Matt grinned in relief. "Yeah?"
"Yes, absolutely. Everything you've made for me so far has been amazing." 
"I'm glad." Matt took a bite of his own carbonara, the silky smoothness of the sauce pairing perfectly with the crispy pancetta and al dente noodles. "It's not quite traditional carbonara but it's very close."
"Right, you said it's traditionally made with guanciale."
Matt nodded. "And no herbs are usually added, but I like the flavor a bit of fresh basil adds to the dish."
"Mmm. Mmhmm. Yeah, I like it too."
You both continued eating and once you were done, Matt stood. "Here, I'll get this for you."
"Thanks."
"I'm afraid I don't have any dessert prepared, but would you like another glass of wine?"
"Yeah, I'd love one."
Matt grabbed the bottle of Pinot Gris and refilled your glasses. "Care to go sit on the couch?"
"Sure."
You took a sip of wine as the two of you sat together on Matt's sofa. "I really like your apartment, by the way. It suits you."
Matt shook his head with a small smile. "It's not much, but it's home."
You huffed out a laugh. "It's not what I originally expected, but to be honest, neither were you."
"Oh?" Matt turned towards you. "And what did you expect?"
"About you or your apartment?"
"Mmm, both, I suppose."
"Well, had I based my idea of what your apartment would be like on my first impression of you it would've been cold and industrial with no heart."
Matt winced. "Ouch."
"However, having gotten to know you over the past few days I would say warm and inviting with a certain charm."
A smile spread across Matt's face. "You think I'm charming?"
"Your apartment? Very. You? Maybe a tiny bit."
Matt smirked at the teasing tone in your voice. "A tiny bit? I guess I'll just have to work harder on charming you then."
You let out a light laugh. "No need, I'll send you a copy of my article before publication anyway."
"Okay, thanks." Although that's not the reason I want to charm you.
You finished your glass of wine. "And speaking of my article, I should probably get going -- I have to be at the Bulletin early tomorrow for our weekly staff meeting."
Matt nodded and stood. "Here, I'll walk you out."
"Thanks for inviting me along today," you said softly as you reached the door. "I had a really great time." 
Matt nodded, unable to keep a smile off of his face. "I did too."
"I'll see you tomorrow evening?"
Matt nodded again. "Six o'clock?"
"Yeah, that sounds perfect."
"Okay, great."
The two of you stood there for a moment longer. Finally you reached out and gave Matt a brief hug. "Goodnight, Matt."
Matt hugged you back, committing what he could of you to memory. "Goodnight."
He waited as you let yourself out, an idea forming in his mind.
…He just hoped he was able to pull it off.
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