Miles-below-the-surface - I Forgot How To Think Yall

the fact that phones dont have little charm loops in them anymore only goes to show that humanity as we know it is on the decline

More Bonk and Alpine

what ever...........

WinterHawk Kitty Edition

Art by Braden Duncan (aka Clockwork Art)

Matt after going through something traumatic: fuck it we ball

Matt when foggy is mad at him: my life? Ruined. Over. Destroyed. My heart is broken. Mangled. Torn apart. How will i ever move on? *proceeds to be angsty and dramatic until foggy comes back around*

Clint: Why do boys call other boys “pretty boy” as an insult??? That’s probably the most flattering thing anyone could say to me?? Call me pretty boy. Tell me I’m the prettiest boy you’ve ever seen.

Kate to Natasha over the phone: Yeah, he’s awake. No, the meds have not worn off yet.

Kate: And yes I’m recording.

Clint: I want Bucky to call me pretty.

Kate: OKAY-

The Daredevil costume was fucking itchy.

It was also tight, Dex grunting as he moved, the fabric scraping against some bruises on his ribs as he sat up on the roof, watching the building.

A heavy pair of footsteps appeared behind him before they scraped to a stop and Dex turned around, ready to ask what the hell the person was staring at before he stopped as well.

The Punisher was standing right behind him.

He looked every bit as intimidating as the media portrayed him. Buzzed hair with dark eyes that seemed to pierce into Dex. That white skull emblazoned onto his clothing, subtle.

Dex stood, The Punisher eyed him, like he was examining him over. The other man’s jaw clenched. Dex thought Fisk had mentioned something about Daredevil and Punisher having fought together, he nodded to him,

“Hello”

“Hey again” Punisher said, those dark eyes still staring into him. Dex speaking again,

“What brings you around here, Punisher?” he asks, “Kitchen’s my turf”

The brick of the roof colliding with Dex’s back knocks the wind out of him, for such a large man, he didn’t expect the other to move that fast.

“Where’s Red?”

“Pardon?” Dex coughs up and Punisher chuckles, a dry and sarcastic noise as he has Dex pinned,

“You think I haven’t heard? About you killing folks? Red doesn’t do that, would never fucking do that, you aren’t him…he doesn’t fucking call me by that name”

Dex internally cusses. Apparently the Punisher and Daredevil were closer than he thought, it’s obvious as the former leans down to snarl in his ear, voice dripping with barely restrained fury,

“I’ll ask again, where’s my Red?”

When you read a fic for smut and it turns out to be well written with a good plot. 

EDIT// i cant wrap my head around matts outfit idk why, so he looks so awkard, and ive never drawn daredevil/matt murdock before so he looks so weird here jfc urgh

some quick stress relief team red doodles

i know it wont happen but i can dream right? a live action team red ;n;

anyways im hating alot of things right now so i thought i should upload this before leaving for work so i dont change my mind. i might clean up the bottom sketch toamrow…

It's sooo fucked up that the daredevil series had a lot of pretty men in it and Matt didn't get to kiss a single one of them I think that's so messed up and cruel. How could they do that to violently bisexual men who all had a lot of sexual tension with each other smh.