*spidey Got Hit In The Head*

im sorry for you guys who are following me because the second i see matthew michael murdock in she-hulk on my 4k ultra high resolution plasma flat screen television i will obtain 83 gifs of one scene and plaster all of them all over your following page, so that everyone, young and old, close and far, will be converted to mattmurdockism by my singlehanded endeavors

Incorrect Star Wars Quotes: Brooklyn Nine-Nine

James and Oliver’s Panel from Armageddon Expo Panel.

Very funny panel as usual with a lot of LOL and awkward moments.

Question: What other character would you play? James: George Oliver: Because he’s the best one. Fan: Because he lives *James walks off stage looking like a little puppy who’s just been kicked*

then

“You smell so good, what do you use?” Oliver slowly walks backwards towards the curtain. James: Soap

isolation

Matt Murdock x Reader

Summary: Based on 2.2 when Matt becomes deaf after a gun fires close to his head. You are there to try to comfort Matt as he is unable to see or hear. Hurt/comfort. 

Warnings: Injuries, blood, mentions of guns, Catholicism

A/N: I haven’t posted a fic in like 2 years, but Matt is bringing me out of hibernation. 

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GET YOU A MAN WHO CAN DO BOTH

a (cursed) experiment

Karen: I don’t know how I feel about Taylor Swifts new album

Foggy: is it because of..???

Karen: yes

*Matt in the background screaming*: “IT’S ME! HI! I’M THE PROBLEM, IT’S ME!! AT TEA TIME! EVERYBODY AGREES!!”

in mtm have the kids ever walked in on their parents? i feel like draco would obliviate everyone lmao

His eyes were black as she moved over him, her fingers digging into his shoulders with each sway of her hips. It had been far too long since she’d felt him like this: beyond a hushed bedroom, where time ceased to exist beyond the pace of her breaths. A sharp thrust had her gasping, her neck stretching and eyelids fluttering to watch candlelight dance across the ceiling. His hands moved to her waist, guiding her in a new rhythm as she moaned, his low curses drowned out by the sound of water lapping against porcelain. 

A door creaked. “Daddy?”

Hermione yelped and fell off her husband. 

“Fu--

“Agh..!”

Her cheek smacked against Draco’s knee as they both dived for cover, water splashing across the tiles. 

She peered over the edge of the tub once her legs found purchase, ignoring Draco’s groan when she kicked him in the shin.  

Their three-year old blinked up at them with owlish hazel eyes. “Mummy? Daddy?”

“Leo.” Hermione winced at the stinging in her tailbone. “You’re up, darling. You should go back to bed--”

“What're youw doing?” 

“Oh, we were just--” Draco throat bobbed, his face ashen. “We were--”

“Playing. We were playing.” Hermione forced a smile. “Like you and Lyra used to do in the bath when you were little. Love, you should go back to--”

“But where’re youw toys?” 

“Here!” Draco scrambled to grab a shampoo bottle. Hermione glared at him. “It’s-- a special toy, it only works when you close your eyes--” 

Leo’s little features furrowed in a frown. “I come back.” 

And then he was toddling outside the way he came. 

“Shit!” Draco lurched to standing, but Hermione yanked him back down. 

“Don’t! If you leave he’ll know we were lying!” 

“Granger, I can’t just sit here and act normal when our son just--” 

“He doesn’t know what he just saw, and he won’t if you’d just quiet--” 

“I told you to lock the door! Why didn’t you bloody--”

“Where’s my wand? We need more bubbles!” 

 “Traumatized him for life--” 

“Shut it!”

There was a painful silence until they heard the sounds of small footsteps shuffling across their bedroom carpet. The door pushed open wide again.   

“Hewe! Ducky!” said Leo, waving the rubber duck above his head.  

He trotted over to them as Draco clapped a hand over his face and Hermione dipped even lower beneath the rim. 

“Ooh-- thank you so much, my wee baby.” She forced a smile as she snatched the toy. “Now that Mummy and Daddy have their proper bath toys, will you go back to bed?” 

Leo beamed up at her. “Okay.” 

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In a word, nonny: yes. 😂 Art by @kumatan0720. 😍