this thread I posted on Twitter got a pretty good response, so I thought I'd share it here too
I had to think about this and now you do too
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The Red Thread: Chapter 151
The Library of Pastaxandria has recorded for its shelves: Chapter 150 of The Red Thread.
Ship: Matt Murdock x F!Reader
Chapter Summary:
Matt growled and rolled over. You lifted yourself up just enough that he could flop over onto his stomach and grumpily mash his face into your pillow.
“Goodbye, my cuddly Matt-delion,” you sang, leaning down to plant a kiss on the back of his neck. “And hello, my grouchy, growly Devil. I knew that’d get you.”
He grunted, shoving his face further into your pillow to hide his scowl.
Or: in which Matt is grumpy and territorial about Eli coming over, and coffee is yet again a battleground.
Wordcount: 6.8k
Warnings for this chapter: some scent marking but that’s abooooout it
Read me on AO3 because that’s where penguins hang out
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i'm not gonna reblog the post but i've seen people get very angry at the use of "postminor" on twitter and at a specific person's takes, with the implication that "postminor" was a commonly used term by a large group of people on twitter who believe that people age 18-22 are essentially still children and should not be able to consent. so i decided to look up the term's use in the last two years and surprise! it all came from this single account, who seems to be..... not very well or happy. and idk man, when there are actual laws being passed trying to abrogate queer and trans people's rights to consent, is it worth spreading the stupid, genuinely awful takes of a single person? to claim that a term that they personally made up is a widespread belief among queer youth?? like, who are you helping here? what kind of "awareness" are you spreading?? what is this fixing??? who's the bigger threat???? c'mon man
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V.E Schwab writes such dynamic and complex characters that are so unforgettable. Like they have so much range and spice to them,, they're just *chef's kiss*
I often find myself thinking about the gay little family in Vicious and the nerdy little romantics in Addie Larue and the bisexual Slytherpuffs in Shades of Magic. I wish I could give Kell, Lila, Addie, Henry, Victor, Syd, Mitch, Eli and Rhy a little forehead kiss and protect them.
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@vievecorcitystarters
Not having his magic was... awful. He'd been thoroughly examined by the healers in his coven and they promised him it wouldn't be permanent, that his magic was still there but his connection to it was blocked for about a month. It was like walking through the world with one of his basic senses shut off. He'd gone to a cafe in Garond owned by a young deity and an elf after Persy had bullied him into leaving the tower to 'get some air.' When he walked over the threshold, he knew he should have felt protective spells wash over him, but instead he felt nothing, and in it's place he just felt a shiver run down his back.
He settled into a back corner with his computer and a coffee, trying to get into a rhythm and just take his mind off it all for a while. It had almost worked when someone else sat down at the table clearly to get his attention and he turned to see who it was.
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The next few weeks were pure bliss. Part from spending time with Eli, Daisy felt like herself again. She fell back into old hobbies, she was able to relax without thinking of the past. But you know what they say about the past.
It will always come back to haunt you.
Daisy walked into her apartment, keys in hand. She kicked off her shoes, letting the relief of it hit her. She was ready to pass out, to sleep for at least two days. Working as an editor was fulfilling, but tiring. The blonde took one step into the threshold before someone pushed her to the ground. A scream left her as she tumbled onto the hardwood floor. She quickly turned around, eyes falling on a ghost. "Bet you didn't see this one coming did you, blondie?" The Boston accent was present, the scar over his eye stuck out like a sore thumb. The wolfish grin she saw the night her colleague had died, the last thing she saw before she passed out from the smoke knocked her out. The last face she was going to see now would be that of Ronny Crane. "You..." Daisy whispered. "Please, don't kill me!" She begged, eyes already stung with tears. Ronny laughed. "It's a bit too late for that now." He brought his knife forward, but Daisy threw her heel at him in a moment of bravery.
"You bitch!" He shouted, and Daisy took the opportunity to make a run for it. The blonde was terrified. She never thought they would find her again. "Fuck this." Ronny moved to the kitchen and what do you know, Daisy had a gas stove in her house. Ronny was known to be quite the pyromaniac, so this would be perfect.
Not a moment passed, and Daisy started to smell smoke. He had set her kitchen on fire. There was no way to jump from the fifth story, so Daisy ran down only to find out that Ronny had jammed all the fire escape. This was insane. The fire was spreading fast, the smoke now filled. Daisy grabbed her phone quickly, dialing 911. Her lungs filled with smoke, her vision was getting blurry. She barely was able to speak with the operator before she passed out. She could only hope that someone would find her, someone would save her. //@mutatedangels
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something's wrong.
something's wrong.
SOMETHING'S WRONG?1?1?
please tell me I'm reading too much into this. Eli is going to be fine right?
RIGHT?
what's your definition of fine
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random starter for @houseofwisteria || elie & jonathan
"you ever think about owning a farm?" elie asked for her spot. squatted down and looking through the holes of the fence at the horses. there were cows on the other side and she was having a blast.
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reggie 📲 reggie rescue squad.
Reggie: Stop changing the name back to this
Reggie: Didn't see any St. David's Day posts from either of you 🤨
Reggie: Twmffats
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@regxlty ( annaliese & elie )
location: the common dining area
Whilst Annaliese sat at the head of the grand table, her fingers tapped, one by one, across the wooden surface, growing more and more impatient by the hour awaiting the next bit of news from the search parties for the Habsburgs. The aura of revenge and envy for torment clouded her dark eyes before a page quickly ran and whispered in her ear. She waved him off and sat back in her chair with a groan. "Not a trace of them," she complained, "Are they really going to have to make me use other means to get this matter resolved?"
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@inkedmuses, eli goldsworthy sent to becky baker. [text] I have way too much shit to do.
[sms. batman 🦇 ] aww, poor you
[sms. batman 🦇 ] do you need help with something?
[sms. batman 🦇 ] i can help, you know
[sms. batman 🦇 ] all you have to do is say please
[sms. batman 🦇 ] 😈😈😈
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