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[matthewonart]

Godzilla: makes the migration up from the depths to punish man's hubris

Pressure-sensitive Deep Sea Fish being dragged along:

#Matt Speaks #shitpost #spoilers #kaiju #Godzilla #Godzilla Minus One

[thatforestprince]

Jerma's "pac man bit" in Lethal Company

#jerma #jerma985 #vinesauce #vinesauce vinny #pokelawls #ster #lethal company #pac man #twitch #twitch clips #jerma clips #matt speaks

[moth-the-man]

thinking about how in "pierre" they go on and on about how old pierre is like hes gonna die "one of a hundred sad old men living out their final days in moscow" so you think damn this guy is old. and then you check the script and hes 27?????? he is literally at the club!!! he's fine!!!

#matt speaks #natasha pierre and the great comet of 1812

[transkenobis]

unbeatable dynamic: guy who’s sitting there in their heartache waiting on some beautiful boy to save them from their old ways & guy who doesn’t look a thing like jesus but talks like a gentleman like the other guy imagined when they were young

#we're literally burning down the highway skyline on the back of a hurricane that started turning when you were young........ #matt speaks #the killers

[voice-quirked]

Working on little things around my training courses. Got 6 hours of this annoying BS but hopefully this will keep me from getting too overwhelmed...

#matt speaks #sucks I can't smoke during training

[bonnefoysdick]

#ex. cuse me #huh #what #good god #holds head #matt speaks

[aphungay]

My partner immediately pointed out every single typo in the previous post i might as wll just go kermit

#matt speaks

[voiceoffenrisulfr]

With Eyes to See and Ears to Hear - Chapter 22

‘(:melty face emoji:)🫠’ – October 24th prompt. Prompts also fulfilled; ‘Getting Sick’ and ‘Hot Chocolate’ – Winter Wonderland Bingo; ‘Breakfast in Bed’ - Winter Wonderland Bingo; ‘Ugly Cute’ – Multifandom Flash (Dozen); ‘Dramatic’ – Fandom-Free (Frosty Edition). Clint ends up snotty and wheezy after his time face-down in the snow, so Matt takes care of him. CW: Illness (non-vomiting), reference to previous injury.

Check it out on AO3 here, or with the boards under the KR!

As I often did, I rolled contentedly into the warm space left by Matt’s recently-vacated position, stretching out luxuriously and inhaling deeply to seek the scents of this morning’s breakfast. Or rather, I tried to. My nose, it appeared, was no longer simply swollen with injury – but also entirely blocked and stuffy, the skin either side aching as I attempted to breathe. “Matt!” I called out pathetically, my voice hoarse, half-rising before slumping back to the pillows with a weak groan. Natasha always told me I was prone to bouts of melodrama when I was afflicted, but it wasn’t my fault – breathing was hard enough at the best of times, let alone when I felt like death. He barrelled through the door, half-stumbling over his own feet, eyes wide and panicked. “What happened? Are you okay?” I couldn’t help but smile at his head casting about wildly as he used his senses to read the room, frowning infinitesimally when he found no intruder. “… Clint? What’s going on?” “I’m sick,” I whined, pulling the sheets up to my chin as I shivered dramatically.He crossed to my side immediately, resting delightfully cool fingers on my forehead as I sighed. “You are a little warm…” “I’m freezing,” I replied, pouting theatrically. “… And also boiling.” “You have a bit of a fever,” he noted, pushing my hair back gently. “You’ll be okay, sweetheart. It’s just a bad cold.” “I’m dying.” His lips twitched minutely as he leaned forward to kiss my forehead, fingers shifting to cup my jaw. “I’m make you some toast. Tea?” “Hot chocolate,” I muttered, my voice soft and sullen - but my irritation garnered no response beyond a fond chuckle, the bedroom door pulled halfway closed behind him.

He settled me against his chest tenderly as I ate, unphased by the rapidly-growing pile of snotty tissues beside us. “I’m disgusting,” I whined, nuzzling against him, a slight pang of illogical guilt sparking in my chest. But he only kissed my head, holding me tighter to him. “You’re as beautiful as ever, honey,” he replied simply, tugging the hood of his swiped jacket lower over my forehead gently. “Very cute.” I shook my head fiercely, earning a soft smile and an inclination of his head. “Do you need to call somebody?” “Like who?” “I don’t know – Natasha? Fury? Whoever you call when you’re too sick to work,” he answered, shrugging, and I scoffed as I forced myself upright. “I’m an Avenger, Devil. There’s no such thing as ‘too sick to work’.” He raised an eyebrow as I looked to him, humming in amusement and disbelief. “Clint… You can barely breathe. I don’t think you’re up for chasing down criminals right now, do you?” A low growl resounded in my chest, leaning forward to snag my binder from the foot of the bed – but any objections I had were swallowed as I weaved alarmingly, the muscles in my forearms trembling. With a soft sigh, he pulled me back against him, my weak body far too exhausted to put up a fight. “Natasha?” Slowly, stubbornly, I nodded, and he offered me my cell. I’d barely fired off a quick text before the device buzzed violently, her name flashing across the screen. He slid it from my fingers, allowing me time to object, and answered the call as I half-pivoted to watch him. I’ve gotta admit… I do love how he knows I’m far too tired to even try to make out a call via my hearing aids. “Hi, Natasha. Yes, yes, he’s okay. Just a little under the weather. A cold, I think – a nasty one… No, no, I don’t think so… Maybe… That would be very nice, actually. I think he would appreciate it... No problem. Yes. Yes, I’ll see you then. Thank you, Agent Romanoff.” He hung up as my brow furrowed in confusion, offering me a soft smile. “Nat asked me to tell you to take it easy, and thanked me for making sure you didn’t do anything stupid, like try and go to work.” I blushed as he smiled, his lips skimming against my forehead. “Apparently you’re a soggy, snotty nightmare when you’re sick…” My blush deepened, and I frowned, shaking my head. “I’m not that bad…” “Well, either way, you’ve been ordered bedrest. So… How about you get some more sleep, and I’ll wake you in a few hours with some soup?” Despite myself, I couldn’t help but sigh contentedly at the thought, curling closer to his chest. “Fine, if you insist…”

By the time I stirred again, the room was softly lit by the bedside lamp, the curtains drawn, and a fluffy blanket was draped over my balled-up form. With a weak whine, I stretched my cramped limbs, frowning at the cool sheets around me. “Looking for Matt?” I sat up sharply at the voice, wincing at the pain in my head from the motion, grumbling quietly when I found green eyes in the dim light. “Nat? What the hell are you doing here?” She snorted once, moving to sit by my feet, inclining her head towards the door. “Came to drop off something for you… Matt’s probably already heating it up. The man really does hear everything, huh? He opened the door before we even reached it.” “We?” I prompted, brow furrowing, and she pinkened minutely. “Steve and I. I- He was at my place.” I raised an eyebrow, grinning weakly, and her blush deepened. “Going well then?” With a fond eye roll, she jostled my leg. “Yes, Barton. It’s going well.” She sighed happily, an uncharacteristically soft smile crossing her face. “… He’s good to me.” “I’m glad,” I replied, the sincerity of my tone somewhat undercut by the rasp and crack of my voice. “… So. What did you bring me?” “You’ll find out soon enough!” she laughed, adjusting my blankets and covering me more thoroughly. “I’m pretty limited in how I can help, but I figured… Well, maybe this would offer you some comfort. We all know you’re a whiny git when you’re sick.” I pouted theatrically, but she only snorted. Natasha had known me far too long to care about my dramatic displays – she knew, as I did, that despite my current discomfort and grumpiness, I’d be absolutely fine in a few days. As if on cue, the door opened, and Matt came in carrying a steaming bowl. I recognised the dish immediately by the smell, and turned to Nat with a broad grin. “Goulash?” Hungary was hell – spending three days in a freezing, abandoned warehouse waiting for evac with two badly dislocated shoulders wasn’t exactly my idea of a vacation – but she’d headed off despite the danger to find me something to eat, carefully tipping the street food down my throat without complaint, even as her own stomach rumbled pointedly. I’d developed a fondness for the dish ever since, reminded as I was of her caring and considerate nature. “What else?” she grinned, meeting my gaze as I took the bowl gratefully. “It’s just about the only thing I know to get you when you’re hurting.” We sat in silence for a heartbeat, each lost in the memories of that mission – one that was, by all accounts, a shit show, but made irrefutable changes to our relationship and solidified her status as the most important person in my life.

The goulash was just as delectable as it was every time she blessed me with it, and Steve clapped me on the shoulder before they left, wishing me a speedy recovery and promising to take good care of my partner during my absence. Matt settled down beside me when I recommenced my shivering, bundling me against his chest even as my body turned clammy with sweat, unable to sit by and watch me tremble, his fingers brushing my hair back from my forehead as I coughed and sniffed pathetically. He spend all evening in bed with me, reading aloud from one of his braille law books – the only thing he had to hand, reluctant to leave my side to seek something more recreational. “You can read non-braille books… Why do you bother with the braille editions? They’re always a nightmare to find…” I murmured sleepily, interrupting his soft explanation of diminished responsibility in criminal law and making him kiss my head gently. “It takes far less effort to read braille. In much the same way as you could wear your hearing aids constantly – it makes life easier for you, in some ways, but it’s also intensely draining, and sometimes, it takes more energy than you’re willing to give to the task at hand.” I nodded once, and no sooner had I become aware of the low ache in my head than his fingers cupped my jaw, raising my chin a little to meet my gaze. “… May I?” he murmured, hands shifting to my ears. Nodding again, I closed my eyes in relief as he slipped my hearing aids free, resting peacefully in the resultant silence my apparent ‘disability’ offered to me. He gently guided my cheek back to his chest, and I smiled myself as I realised he was continuing to speak, the rumble of his voice under me acting as a pleasing comfort as sleep nestled me close, warm and content despite the ache in my sinuses.

@flufftober @fandom-free-bingo @seasonaldelightsbingo @multifandom-flash

#Matt speaks #fanfiction #mine #fandom: marvel #winter wonderland bingo #flufftober 2023 #ship: Clint x Matt #writing bingo #writers on tumblr #Sweet spicy bingo #Rating: E #CW: illness #October 24th prompt #fandom free bingo: frosty edition #multifandom flash bingo #seasonal delights bingo

[feral-puppy-boy]

absolutely adore your writing aishdsjsjd the tdick humiliation 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫my favourite

Omg thank you so much I see so little tdick humiliation writing so naturally one must fix what one can

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[n1cadd1ct3d]

I’m not transgender or anything but bodily we are a trans man. A lot of cisgender people don’t understand that us human beings can have different sex characteristics trans or not. We don’t bind at work so I find the idea that once we’re on testosterone soon it’d be really fun to be some sort of genderfuck to these old white people who scream at you for not giving their penny back of their $13 Whopper meal.

Like men can have anything and women can have anything and present any way that they want, but these people don’t think outside the box like that most of the time.

So it just sounds like a lot of fun to me to present that way since top surgery for us is years down the line for the future. Some short dude with his tits out with a stubble and deep voice. That sounds fun and cool. Again I’m not trans it’s just such a cool concept to me for us to look bodily.

#death note fictive #matt fictive #mail jeevas fictive #matt speaks

[tyrantleto]

Self care is making gifs of elayne

#matt speaks #elayne trakand

[matthewonart]

If Jurassic Park was real the DefunctLand video on it would open with "66 Million Years ago, an asteroid the size of Mount Everest slammed into the Gulf of Mexico,"

#Jurassic Park #Jurassic World #DefunctLand #Matt Speaks

[thatforestprince]

food from half life: decay

#half life #half life decay #hl #hl decay #low poly food #low poly #video game food #matt speaks

[moth-the-man]

Random question, would the egg be alright going in the front pocket or are they going to only work in the rear? I love egg toys and those look very fun but I've only used loose or stringed ones for the uh otter side y'know

I will say this is a great question for the shop tumblr and less for my blog personally however you'll get the same answer from the same guy, but I digress!

Our egg model features a flared base that makes it friendly for either vaginal or anal use, and reccomend a very thorough cleaning between uses if you chose to switch after using it analy, typically via boil, just to kill off any unfriendly bacteria!

#matt speaks #shop talk #kreature toys #dongblr #ask #anon #egg plug

[transkenobis]

on the one hand, i barely consider bosselot a "ship," because the nature of it is less "let's get into our collective mind palace and invent some homosexuality between these two characters," and more "a solid 80% of all of the major events in this series are, textually, ultimately driven by one man's gay love for another man." like, it's crucial to understanding the plot of the whole franchise. however, on the other hand, they make me feel like chewing glass.

#the thing abt bosselot and bbkaz is that you think it's just fandom being yaoibrained. turns out that the games are also yaoibrained #matt speaks #mgs

[voice-quirked]

We made it to the black paw! Stoned man is now happy

#matt speaks