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Charlie Cox, who plays Daredevil, is answering your questions live!
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Everybody moved on but I stayed here...
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I think it would've been funny if after this he'd just turned to Layla and been like "I didn't know I could do that."
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The deference between Steven and Marc is basically this:
Steven in interested in Egyptian Gods
While Egyptian Gods are interested in Marc
Jake and Egyptian Gods just vibe
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DAREDEVIL Behind the Scenes
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MATT MURDOCK as DAREDEVIL Daredevil Season 3×01
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SEBASTIAN STAN as BUCKY BARNES The Falcon and The Winter Soldier (2021)
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This was the moment our lives started bleeding into each other. Moon Knight 1.05 — Asylum
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OSCAR ISAAC as Jonathan in “Scenes From A Marriage” 
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possible explanations for Baymax being able to get 10 bags full of menstrual products:
Hiro updated his programming so he can have a bit of money linked to a debit card or something
Baymax has no money but found an employee instead. Baymax politely and calmly told them that he needs to get a small city's worth of pads and tampons right away, you see he has a patient and it's very urgent, and the cashier who does NOT get paid enough to argue with or explain the concept of capitalism to an 8 foot tall crimefighting robot was like "man, just go"
Baymax knows exactly how money and capitalism works but thinks it has no place in medicine, and regularly just straight-up shoplifts in the name of free and effective healthcare
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Demisexual? No, you misheard. I said Dummysexual. I'm attracted to that moron over there. Look at them. They just tripped over nothing and set the house on fire. I'm in love.
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THE KISS 😭
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SEBASTIAN STAN as BUCKY BARNES CAPTAIN AMERICA: CIVIL WAR (2016)
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@chvoswxtch . . . MAYBE. OKAY FINE BUT YOU DIDN’T HEAR IT FROM ME YOU’RE JUST AN AMAZING WRITER THAT MAKES ME FEEL THINGS💜💜💜💜
I have a request for you: I'm at the bar with friends but have been sneaking glances at Matt playing pool all night. Friends are like quit staring at his ass and go talk to him. But I'm like no, guys that hot aren't interested in shy, curvy girls. Then to my surprise, Matt comes over and starts flirting. Wouldn't mind it getting spicy. Fic if the muses are with you. She/her pronouns are fine. Thank you for your time.
hi darling!
i'm sorry for getting this to you so late, but I hope you enjoy it 🖤
generous.
warnings: swearing, drinking, allusions to spicyness, matt murdock's ass word count: 1.4k
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“Oh come on, what’s the worst that could happen?”
“Are you really asking me, a chronic overthinker, what’s the worst thing that could happen? Because I could give you ten worst case scenarios right now just off the top of my head.”
“So what, you’re just gonna sit here all night staring at his ass?”
“I wasn’t just staring at his ass. He’s got plenty of other nice things to stare at.”
For the last hour, you’d been staring at the mysterious brunette blind man lingering by one of the pool tables with his two friends. You hadn’t even wanted to come out tonight. It had been a hell of a week, and you would’ve rather gotten tipsy in the comfort of your own living room. But now you were thankful your best friend had dragged you out, and to whomever this gorgeous man’s tailor was. 
The white dress shirt he wore seemed to strain around his broad shoulders and biceps every time he lifted his beer bottle to his plump looking lips. His maroon tie hung loosely around his neck, the first two buttons undone, and his sleeves were rolled up to his elbows giving you a delectable view of his forearms. But the real star of the show were his pants. They clung to his thighs like a second skin, and every time he leaned over the pool table, you were presented with the sight of the most amazing ass you had ever seen. 
You didn’t know whether to be jealous that yours didn’t have the same curve and roundness or grateful that from your spot in the bar you had the perfect view of it. 
“Quit being insecure. It’s not like he can see you.”
“Oh wow, thanks.”
“That’s not what I mean, and you know it. You might as well be as blind as he is if you can look in the mirror and not see you’re a knockout.”
Rolling your eyes, you downed the rest of your dry martini, letting the bitter lukewarm gin settle warmly in your lower stomach. Setting down your empty glass on the table, you turned to her and cocked your head to the side, narrowing your eyes into lighthearted slits.
“Do you know how blind people ‘see’? With their hands.”
“What man doesn’t love a good handful of tits and ass?”
The laugh that abruptly escaped your mouth couldn’t be contained by your hand. It was so loud and infectious, it caught the attention of a few patrons around your table. Removing the twist of lemon from your empty glass, you tossed it in her direction with widened eyes, trying to speak through your laughter.
“Jesus, Jess.”
“What? All I’m saying is if I had your curves, I would never wear clothes. I’d walk around naked all the time. And I certainly wouldn’t be so shy about approaching men.”
“Okay one, you do that already. And two, you haven’t been shy a day in your life.”
Setting her glass of bourbon down, Jessica looked at you with a mischievous smirk on her lips and arched one of her dark brows.
“I’ll give you twenty bucks if you go talk to him.”
“You are not bribing me to go talk to him.”
“Well I shouldn’t have to with the way you’re drooling over him. Thirty bucks.”
“I am not drooling-”
“Forty bucks.”
“Jess I swear to-”
Before you could finish your sentence, a firm chest met your shoulder, and you felt a large hand suddenly pressing along your lower back. Glancing up, your eyes widened in shock as you were met with the sight of none other than the beautiful man that you had been thirsting over all night. His soft lips stretched into the brightest and most charming grin you had ever seen, adorned with a set of dimples indenting each of his scruffy cheeks.
“I’m so sorry, excuse me. I think I took a wrong turn on the way to the bar.”
That voice…God, that voice. It was deep and smooth and itched something in your brain you didn’t realize needed to be scratched. You’d definitely be fantasizing about it later reciting particular phrases with your hand between your legs. A light kick to your shin under the table brought you back to the present, and you turned your head to glare at Jessica, finding her staring back at you with an arched brow, motioning her head towards the handsome stranger. You quickly realized that you hadn’t said anything, just sat there gawking at him, and your cheeks flushed with heat as you stumbled over a response.
“Oh…um…don’t worry about it. I get lost on my way home from work all the time, and I only live two blocks from my office. At least you have an excuse.”
As soon as those words left your mouth, your eyes widened in horror, and you immediately started trying to do damage control.
“Oh God, I’m so sorry. That’s not what I meant…I just…I didn’t-”
Your ramblings were cut off by the sound of his deep and hearty chuckle that was melodic and full of pure amusement. His large hand that was splayed on your back, causing your skin to feel scorched from the heat of his palm transferring through the thin material, slowly slid to your waist to give it a light reassuring squeeze, but he didn’t pull away.
“Two blocks away? If your sense of direction is that bad, you’re welcome to borrow my cane.”
There was a hint of a tease nestled within his words that you detected, and it settled the anxiety that had twisted your stomach into knots thinking you had offended him. Letting out a soft breath, a faint laugh left your lips.
“That’s…very generous of you.”
The man’s tongue darted out to wet his plump lips, and the sight was hypnotic. The edge of his mouth curved up into a devilish smirk, and he gave a light shrug of his shoulders.
“I’m Catholic.”
A soft snort escaped you at that, and your brows rose slightly up your forehead as you took a moment to enjoy the sight of this gorgeous man up close.
“Oh, so the generosity is mandated?”
“Highly encouraged. Speaking of generosity, would you mind showing me to the bar?”
That caught you off guard. Blinking a few times, your lips parted to speak, but you abruptly forgot every word in the English language. Jessica suddenly piped up from across the table.
“She’d love to. She needs a refill anyway.”
You were so caught up in being close enough to the handsome brunette stranger to smell the intoxicating scent of his cologne, you had almost forgotten she was there. Turning your head to look at Jessica with widened eyes, silently asking “what the fuck are you doing”, all she did was wink in response and bring her glass of bourbon to her curved lips.
“Well, in that case, I’d love to buy you a drink then. As a thank you.”
The man removed his hand from your waist, and you instantly found yourself missing the contact. He held his large hand out in your direction, that same charming smile plastered on his enticing mouth.
“I’m Matt, by the way.”
Matt. Your new favorite name. You’d definitely be reciting it later in bed while you indulged in erotic fantasies, wishing that your hand between your thighs was his own. 
Smiling shyly, you slipped your hand into his, your heart rate picking up at the way he curled his fingers around your palm in a firm but gentle grip. His hand was warm and a little rough but you wouldn’t mind letting him trace every inch of your skin to draw his own map of you in his mind. 
“It’s nice to meet you, Matt. I’m Y/N.”
“Y/N.”
The way he repeated your name, like he was tasting it on his lips, had heat burning in your lower belly more than the gin you’d consumed. He gave your hand a delicate tug in his direction, grinning when you followed his silent command and got down from the bar stool. He let go of your hand to slip his arm around your waist instead, bending down to speak lowly in your ear.
“Lead the way, sweetheart.”
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