In Mtm Have The Kids Ever Walked In On Their Parents? I Feel Like Draco Would Obliviate Everyone Lmao

LMAOOOO THIS IS WHAT IVE BEEN THINKING TOO LIKE JEN PROBABLY THINKS "uhhhh and im supposed to know that?? "

matt was shooketh when jen didn't know him as if he doesn't operate out of a literal garbage bin in a random alley in hell's kitchen. mans got on a local newspaper a couple times and suddenly he thinks he's LA famous like no bby girl-

Basically the whole OoTP movie

currently thinking about steven and layla with the song valentine by laufey... i should make an edit

The way he kisses always look so good 🥵 Matt Murdock the man that you are 😍

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Tom and Jacob fighting each other. With lightsabers. 

Zendaya filming it

Tom using his super hero skills

Tom breaking Jacob’s lightsaber

Jacobs laugh 

“You idiot!” 

Tom collapsing to floor cause he’s laughing

everything

YET THIS MAN IS BAFFLED THAT WE CALL HIM BABYGIRL

CHARLIE COX ACCIDENTALLY READING A COMPLIMENT THINKING IT WAS A QUESTION AND THEN GETTING UNCOMFORTABLE CAUSE HE DOESN’T LIKE WHEN PEOPLE COMPLIMENT HIM I LOVE THIS ADORABLE SHY BABY SO MUCH [x]

this is canon idc

something fluffy with the trio from the sequels? but no reylo pls

“So, what’s the point of this?” Rey asked, tugging at her jacket. “And do I have to be dressed up?”

“It’s a costume,” Poe replied, adjusting his belt. “For the party. It’s fun. Everyone dresses up, and then we have a party with treats.”

“Treats?” Rey asked, her eyes widening.

Poe grinned. “Yeah, treats. Like cookies and chocolates.”

“This is so baggy!” Finn protested, messing with the poncho that Poe had forced him into. “Why do people wear such baggy clothes?”

“We just need to wear them for a few hours,” Poe assured him. His face fell slightly and he added, “I mean, we don’t have to if you don’t want to.”

Rey and Finn looked at each other. “We want to do it,” Rey declared, reaching up to properly tousle her hair. “So, when do we go?”

“Are you ready?” Poe asked BB-8. The responding trill was a bit indignant, but BB-8 rolled out anyway. Rey stifled a giggle.

“Are you two ready?” Poe asked Finn and Rey.

“I guess,” Finn replied, adjusting his poncho one last time.

“Let’s go get some treats!” Rey declared, taking Poe and Finn’s hands and dragging them out the door.

The party was in full swing when they arrived. Jess laughed when she caught sight of them. “Finally found people to help you live your dreams, Poe?”

“You just wish you’d thought of such great costumes yourself,” Poe shot back.

“Can we see these great costumes?” a voice asked from behind them.

Rey and Finn both looked at Poe before turning around. Leia was standing behind them, an eyebrow arched. To one side of her was Luke, who had a hint of a smile on his face, and on the other side was Han, who was clearly trying very hard not to look amused. Chewbacca was making no such effort, and even R2-D2’s beeping sounded amused.

“Kids all across the galaxy dress up like the heroes who took down the Empire,” Poe said with a winning smile. “I thought Finn and Rey deserved a chance to do it too.”

“So you three dressed up as us,” Leia said flatly.

Poe looked at Finn, dressed up as Luke, and then at Rey, dressed up as Han. “I think we did a pretty good job of it.”

“Did you draw the short stick, kid?” Han asked. “No one else wanted to wear the dress?”

Leia smacked him upside the head.

“No, I insisted,” Poe replied, adjusting his long white dress. “Besides, Finn rescued me from the First Order dressed as a stormtrooper, and then Rey flew a droid with a secret message back to the Resistance in the Millennium Falcon. I think it’s pretty clear who’s who.”

Luke grinned. “But Rey is a Force-user from a desert planet, and Finn almost left before coming back to help his friends.”

“You’re not arguing Poe being me?” Leia asked.

Luke shook his head. “No, I think he’s pretty much got you covered.”

BB-8 trilled indignantly. “Really?” Poe demanded. “After how hard it was to get you to agree to that paint job, now you’re offended people aren’t admiring it?”

R2-D2 beeped his compliments, and BB-8 preened. The blue paint job did look a little strange on them when Poe was so used to their normal orange, but it was necessary to complete the costume, and he’d specifically chosen a paint that would come off easily. Besides, BB-8 idolized R2-D2 enough that it hadn’t actually been that hard to get them to agree to dressing up like him.

“You don’t have a Threepio,” Han remarked. “Or a Chewie.”

Chewbacca roared and went over to stand next to Rey. Han gaped at him. “Seriously?”

Chewbacca tousled Rey’s hair and gave Han a very smug look.

“Now it looks like you don’t have a Chewie,” Rey said, sounding just as smug as Chewbacca looked.

“You can keep Threepio, though,” Poe said. He didn’t mind working with the droid on occasion, but his neuroses definitely started getting on Poe’s nerves after a while.

“Does this mean I can pass off some of my paperwork to you?” Leia asked. “Since we’re apparently so similar?”

“Only if I’m in costume,” Poe joked, hoping Leia wasn’t about to pull a stack of datapads out of nowhere and foist them off on him.

“We should stop hogging you three,” Luke said, giving them a smile. “Have fun at the party. And those costumes are really spot on. Han, that jacket even looks just like yours.”

Han studied Rey’s jacket, his eyes narrowing slightly. “That looks just like the jacket that went missing three days ago,” he said suspiciously.

Rey and Finn, who had both seen Poe sneak the jacket out of the laundry, shot him a nervous look. Poe winked.

“Run.”

They scattered instantly, and Han started yelling for them to come back, and Poe couldn’t help but laugh, feeling younger than he had in years. He’d promised Finn and Rey that this would be fun, and it was. He hoped they were enjoying themselves as much as he was.

And maybe Jess was right in teasing Poe about fulfilling his dreams, but even still, he couldn’t help but think their costumes were pretty great indeed.

"Let me know if there's anything I can do."

A/N: This is not set around the events of TFA, the gif is mainly for vibes only. Another request by @treasureswordsgirl55, thank you!!

Pairing: Poe Dameron x reader

CW: Mentions of injury.

The worst thing that can happen after a mission is silence, which is exactly what greets you when you enter your quarters as soon as you open the door. Silence, when it comes to Poe, means something's wrong, it means something pushed him to the very limit enough for him to ignore the rest of the world.

Poe rests with his back against the headboard, his head thrown back and his eyes closed, but the creases on his eyebrows show he's not relaxed at all. There's a bandage forcing his armto be pressed against his chest, burn marks and cuts all over his skin; he got hurt, and worst of all, he lost people, and that's a wound that bacta liquid can't disappear.

In times like this, when he's quiet and doesn't even turn to look at you, you know it's better not to press him, not to force him to do anything, but there are wounds that could get infected and dried blood staining his face, so with the few supplies you could get from the medbay you walk over to him and slide next to him on the bed. "Hi," is all you say, earning a small, short smile from Poe.

Your hands push his curls back, making him sigh from your touch as you massage his scalp. "I'm sorry. For everything." You speak with a whisper after a few seconds of silence, and you are, for so many things but overall for not finging him sooner and leaving him on the dark corner of your bed by himself dealing with his pain alone.

"I know." Poe confirms, his voice coarse and rough. Your fingers play and comb through his messy curls to reveal the source of the blood that had dried on his skin. There's no need to say more as you begin to clean every injury you can find. At some point he opens his eyes, filled with grief and pain, of a thousand different emotions that you have no idea how to start healing.

"I know there's nothing I can say to make this better, but I'm right here, okay?" you are finishing cleaning his face when you speak, kissing his stubble when you do. Poe's eyes finally meet yours, his healthy hand reaching for yours, a tired smile painted on his handsome face. "Let me know if there's anything I can do." Your gentle promise tugs the corners of his lips, your fingers tangle in his hair one more time, this time reaching all the way back until you can rest your hand on his nape.

He nods, with a "love you" whispered so low you would've missed it if you hadn't been looking at his swollen lip. He pulls you to his side, cuddling your body against his, helping your head find its usual spot on the crook of his neck. "Just this. This is enough." Poe says against your hair, and with that he lets his body fall asleep.

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y/n: Okay, truth or dare?

Matt: Truth

y/n: How many hours have you slept this week?

Matt:

Matt: ...Dare

y/n: Go to bed.

Matt: I don’t like this game.

*spidey got hit in the head*

deadpool: if it's a concussion, you have to keep him conscious, okay? ask him questions

daredevil: what's seven times seven?

deadpool: stuff he knows!!