the signs do be kinda vibin doe ππππ³βπποΈπ₯Ίπ₯Ί
a gift from me 2 u β‘
if I was matt murdock and I found out the same chemical spill that blinded me and lit the world on βfireβ turned a bunch of turtles into pizza loving ninjas I would lose it actually
1) thatβs illegal
2) iβm blind
3) catholics canβt be vigilantes actually itβs in the bible
4) im catholic i wouldnβt dress up as the devil smh my head
5) daredevil hooked up with frank castle. i wouldnβt do that
soldier and devil, sitting in a tree, S-C-H-E-M-I-N-G
My favorite ultra-specific character type is "this fucked up little man clearly just needs a consensual BDSM relationship and some therapy and he'd be fine, but that is very much not what happens in this story."
"it gets easier with time" have you ever considered I want it to be easy now?
I was the fratt headcanon anon β βfor the sake of not letting this get out of handβ¦β itβs sleepover Saturday girly (gn)!!! get out of hand!!!!! (aka i love your headcanons and will hear as many as youβd like to share haha. your last one warmed my heart)
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Well, in that case β¦ Have another one!
Once Frank notices that Matt tends to fall asleep on his couch a lot, he makes it a habit to occupy said couch and sleep there himself. So Matt will have to drag himself to his bed and get better sleep. Lawyers by day and vigilantes by night need good sleep, after all. Otherwise they become a danger to others and to themselves.
Of course Matt catches on. That's when he starts to wake Frank up and drag him to bed with him. Because Frank, too, deserves some good sleep.
("Am a marine, Red," Frank grunts, sleep-drunk, "'ould probably sleep better on the floor anyway.")
(Matt won't have it. His bed is big enough.)