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cissyenthusiast010155 · 2 months
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~𝓙𝓮𝓻𝓲 𝓗𝓸𝓰𝓪𝓻𝓽𝓱 (𝓜𝓒𝓤: 𝓙𝓮𝓼𝓼𝓲𝓬𝓪 𝓙𝓸𝓷𝓮𝓼, 𝓘𝓻𝓸𝓷 𝓕𝓲𝓼𝓽, 𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓓𝓮𝓯𝓮𝓷𝓭𝓮𝓻𝓼 𝓢𝓪𝓰𝓪) 𝓢𝓮𝓪𝓼𝓸𝓷𝓼 1, 2, & 3
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god-of-jotunn · 11 months
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ive said it once and ill say it 100 times
karen and foggy were the worst characters in the defenders
everyone else, jessica, luke, danny, had a strong support system of people who love and respected them. they may not have understood everything, but they were tactful and listened and cared. karen and foggy were the ones who fought back, made it sound like matt was the worst, ruining his life, was selfish and careless, and comparing them to the rest of the support network the team had really highlighted how selfish and rude karen and foggy were to matt during this time. i love rewatching the defenders, but i swear everytime karen or foggy step foot in the scene, my heart rate doubles with rage. 
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mobius-m-mobius · 5 months
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Trying to fix what’s broken is hard. Hope is hard.
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vixenicks · 5 months
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muttmurdock · 2 months
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lifesucksheres20bucks · 3 months
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for those hesitant about starting Echo: PLEASE DO
IT LITERALLY FEELS LIKE THE DEFENDERS ERA AND ITS FUCKING AMAZING! IT’S ALSO AS GRAPHIC AS THE NETFLIX ONES SO FOR THOSE WHO LOVE THAT YOU’LL LOVE ECHO
also pls support bipoc female lead shows! Especially indigenous ones!!
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marveldaily · 7 days
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The Defenders S01E06 Ashes, Ashes
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queenkoriandr · 1 year
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THE DEFENDERS (2017) | 1x03: Worst Behavior SHE-HULK: ATTORNEY AT LAW (2022) |1x08: Ribbit and Rip It THE DEFENDERS (2017) | 1x05: Take Shelter
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beyondthefold · 4 months
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CHRIS EVANS as ANDY BARBER Defending Jacob S01E01 "Pilot"
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slasher-art · 3 months
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Happy birthday again, @fanartka . :)
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I hope you liked the cake that the guys made for you :D
(And everyone who is here, help yourself too :))
I wish you success, love and fulfillment of all desires, sweetheart, and most importantly peace of mind, health and that every day be happy and fill your heart with inspiration. 💋
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chasing-the-storm · 3 months
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MATT MURDOCK looks so hot in red light The Defenders
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Jeri Hogarth Masterlist
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Mommy… Master List
Approach at your own risk… smut =* extra smutty =**
One Shots
Jeri Hogarth Appearance Appreciation
Aftercare ~Dom!Jeri Hogarth xFem Sub!Reader
Having the Hard Conversations… ~Mentor!Soft!Jeri Hogarth xFem Plutonic!CollegeStudent!Reader
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Oh and I take Requests, so hit me up with your ideas 😉 Requests & Prompt-List
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amberlynnmurdock · 3 months
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Neighbor Pt. 3
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Matt Murdock x Reader
Summary: Matt hears her come home from a date, and interrupts when he hears it go south.
Words: just above 2k
A/N: So this series is basically different excerpts, so the chapters may not fall right into each other if that makes sense... so here's another night of them being neighbors! Hope you enjoy :)
Genres: light angst, comfort, fluff
Part 2
Matt came home to a quiet and cold apartment. After jiggling his keys in the lock a few times, his musty old door finally opened, and he was met with the cool draft that came in from his even older windows. Pushing the door closed with his back, he sighed deeply and dropped his suitcase on the floor. He hung his head low. 
Today was long. Too many papers at the office, too many people to talk to… or maybe, the night before, he spent too much time out as Daredevil and barely got any sleep. Or maybe he had trouble falling asleep. Matt wasn’t sure, but it didn’t matter. He was finally home. 
It seemed like everyone else in the building had livelier apartments than he did—he could smell spaghetti from an apartment below him, with jazz music playing in the background. Another apartment had children laughing at a cartoon. Another one was having guests over for dinner. Even Fran, the apartment’s snoop, had brownies in the oven. Of course—it was Friday night, and people like them had plans. 
Their apartments were all warm and inviting. But not his. It was cold and empty, and nothing played in the background—only these heightened sounds in his ears and his thoughts. His ever so dreadful thoughts. 
But what about hers?
He cocked his head against the door to listen closely to her apartment. What was she doing? Nothing seemed to be going on. No tea was on the kettle. Not even the sound of pages being turned in a book. She wasn’t home. 
Matt furrowed his brows at this—he knew she had the morning shift today because they had their usual morning greeting and walked each other out. Part of him was disappointed he couldn’t share his lonesome with her, but the other part felt guilty because, of course, she had plans. While Matt was reclusive and preferred the dark, she was friendly, inviting, and liked to be out. Why would she waste her radiance on being locked up in her apartment? 
So, Matt did what he normally did. Instead of being at home alone with his thoughts, he changed into his Daredevil gear and waited on his rooftop for something, anything, to call for him. Eventually, it did, but something was missing tonight. 
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He wasn’t out for long. 
He was missing punches, throwing them too soon, otherwise just overall thrown off. Something was off. After stopping a robbery, and nearly taking a bullet to his shoulder, Matt tapped out. He sulked in his gear all the way home and stomped down the steps from his roof, back to his cold and empty apartment. 
It was nearly midnight. Some people in the building were awake, and others getting ready for bed. And still, she wasn’t home. 
Is she okay? 
Matt pushed any thought of worry away. Pushed any thought or feeling of attachment away. After all, she was just his neighbor. His neighbor who sometimes said hello to him, who sometimes dropped a book off in braille for him. Not his emotional support neighbor. Just a neighbor, whom Matt couldn’t keep himself from listening to her calming presence. 
So what if he liked her anyway, just a little bit? 
She would never get involved with a complicated man like him, who held so many secrets and even more baggage. 
Plus, they were neighbors. It could neverwork out. 
Matt immediately stripped himself of his Daredevil gear and stepped into a hot, steaming shower, to wash these thoughts of her away. Wash this awful night away. Wash the dried blood on his skin away. 
He lay in his bed, silk sheets sprawled over his half-naked body. He had his hands behind his head on his pillow, senseless eyes staring up at the ceiling. The building was winding down, finally. No loud conversations, no ovens beeping. Just people getting into bed and soft snores. 
And then, he heard it. 
The front door of the building unlocked. Footsteps make their way up the stairs. That familiar and therapeutic scent of warm vanilla filled his senses. Finally, she was home. 
But she wasn’t alone.
“I had a good time tonight,” he heard her say on her way up the stairs. Heavy footsteps followed closely behind her. Matt listened to her heartbeat and furrowed his brows—she wasn’t telling the truth. 
“Me too,” a smooth, masculine voice said. “Are you sure you don’t want to have some coffee?”
“Oh yeah,” she said nervously, masked by a high-pitched tone. She was being overly nice. Cautious. “We had so much food at that restaurant. I’m stuffed. I’m honestly ready for bed,” she laughed, again, a quiver in her laugh. Matt sat up on his elbows as he listened closely. 
“Me too,” the man repeated, in a tone Matt didn’t like. Conniving. Entitled. There was an underlying message. 
“Well, here’s my place,” she announced, placing a hand on her door. Matt noticed she often forgot to grab her keys when she was nervous. Matt had made her nervous that one morning, but nothing like this. She was… uncomfortable now. She wanted this man to leave. “You didn’t have to walk me up.”
And there it is. 
“I wanted to,” he said, leaning against her door, blocking her from the lock. “I thought maybe you could show me the inside.”
“I, uh,” she stammered, fidgeting for her keys unsuccessfully. “I don’t know, it’s late…”
In an instant, Matt throws on a shirt, gray sweatpants, and his dark glasses and hurriedly walks to his door to meet her and this stranger in the hallway. This stranger who won’t leave her alone, who takes the hint and ignores it, this stranger who’s making his neighbor uncomfortable. 
Her heart leaps when she sees Matt suddenly coming outside his door, brown hair disheveled and a smile on his face. 
“Matt!” She exclaimed. “I’m sorry, was I loud?”
“Not at all,” Matt smiled through gritted teeth. “Just thought I forgot my mail. That’s all. What are you up to?”
“Um…”
“We’re on a date,” the man states plainly. Matt pretends to be shocked, that he didn’t know someone else was there. He feigns surprise and lifts his eyebrows. 
“Oh,” Matt said, “Sorry. I didn’t realize.” 
“There’s no mail,” the man said curtly, clearly upset that Matt interrupted whatever it was he had planned. “You can go back into your apartment now.” An icy tone. 
Matt took a step forward, eyebrows tightening, jaw clenched. He wants to tell this man that he can break every bone in his body. He wants to tell him that if he ever hears him in this building again, he’ll make him beg for mercy. He listens to the man's body muscles tightening, his heart rate is fast in anger. Whatever his plans with her were, they weren’t pure.
But Matt remembers she’s here, witnessing this, scared. He doesn’t want to be whatever that man is. He wants to show her he cares enough about her to walk out of his apartment at midnight and save her from whatever is happening. 
So, instead of answering the man with a threat, he looks in her direction—concern etched in his expression, care in his voice. 
“Is everything all right?” Matt asks her. 
She shakes her head, mistakenly. She quivers a weak “no.” 
The man stood menacingly over her. If she didn’t open her door for him, he’d manipulate her into doing it eventually. And Matt was interrupting his plan, he knew it. The man didn’t like that. Well, Matt wasn’t going anywhere until he left her alone.
He walks up to Matt, close enough so they’re standing face to face. Matt can smell the rum on his breath, which reeked with bad intentions. His hands turned to fists as the man began to speak whatever bullshit threat he tried to come up with. But Matt cuts him off.
“If you don’t leave this apartment in the next thirty seconds, I will have Detective Brett Mahoney and the entire 15th Precinct outside for your arrest for harassment and intimidation. Or worse—I’ll have the apartment snoop named Fran come out and scare you herself. Have I made myself clear?” Matt spoke through gritted teeth, keeping his voice calm and even. 
The man was looking at Matt like he really had the nerve—and he did. She stood there, watching this all unfold, wanting nothing more than to lock herself in her apartment and shut her phone off for a week. 
He stared Matt down, trying to find any glare behind his dark red glasses. All he saw was his angry expression in the reflection. How can he be intimidating to a blind man? Matt is blind to an extent, but he’s not blind to people with malicious intentions. 
All he does is scoff at Matt. He turns on his heel and looks at her as she cowers into the corner of her door. Matt takes a step forward immediately to stand between him and her. He scoffs again. 
“Didn’t know you were fucking your neighbor,” he spat before bounding down the stairs, slamming the door behind him. 
Matt stood for a moment, listening to the man curse to himself outside, kick a random can on the ground, and walk himself down the street before entering a taxi and returning himself to whatever hell he came from. It wasn’t until Matt was sure he was gone from the vicinity that he heard a loud stomping again, booming in his ears, that he realized it was her scared, frantic heartbeat coming from behind him. 
Matt turned around to face her, taking a step back to give her some space. “Hey,” he cooed. “Are you okay?” 
“Yeah,” she lied, placing a hand over her heart in an attempt to calm herself down. “Well, now I am. Goodness… he wouldn’t take a hint.” 
Matt sighed. “I think he was ignoring them on purpose. Who was he, anyway?”
“Some guy I went on a first—and last—date with,” she answered sheepishly. “I didn’t even want to go. My friends encouraged me to get myself out there. Clearly, it was a mistake.” 
“I’m sorry he treated you like that. You don’t deserve that,” Matt replied in a soft tone, your usual calm heart beating frantically still. “You should never do anything you’re uncomfortable with. Even if it’s as simple as a first date.”
“I know,” she said, defeated like she’d told herself this before. “I don’t know what would’ve happened if you hadn’t come out. Thank you, Matt.” 
“No need to thank me,” Matt said, shaking his head. “That’s what neighbors are for.”
She smiled softly. “You’ll save me from my next bad date?”
Matt laughed, glad that she seemed to calm down and was back to her friendly, unafraid self. “It’s late,” he said softly, deflecting from her joke. He didn’t want her to go on another bad date—she didn’t deserve that. But he also didn’t want her to go on a date with someone other than him. Which was why he was about to wish her goodnight. 
“It is,” she yawned. “Well, maybe I’ll see you in the morning. Goodnight.”
“Goodnight,” Matt whispered. “Don’t forget to lock your door.”
She giggled, already letting herself inside. “I won’t.” 
“Hey,” she said suddenly, half inside her apartment, half out. From this alone, Matt was looped in her scent. “You don't think he will come back, do you? Now he knows where I live.”
“He won’t,” Matt shook his head, “and if he does, I will deal with it. Don’t worry. Get some sleep, okay?”
“Okay. Thank you again, Matt.” 
She closed her door softly, and Matt waited until he heard the lock click before he went back inside his apartment. 
Laying in his bed, he listened as she crawled into her bed in her apartment. Her heartbeat told him she was still awake. When he heard it slowed down, signaling she had fallen asleep, he closed his eyes and drifted into a slumber himself. 
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zellmurdock · 4 months
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Daredevil // Matt Murdock, certainly the character with the deepest background story from all Marvel Heroes ❤️
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marveltournaments · 4 months
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muttmurdock · 2 months
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