Bended my ass backwards to defend Matt and the team then they pull this bullshit.
Really can't have shit in fandoms these days smh.

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Bended my ass backwards to defend Matt and the team then they pull this bullshit.
Really can't have shit in fandoms these days smh.

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What if Maurice was green? Think about it
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@deservetoknow *
❝No. No.❞
That’s him all moments, every day. The only time he feels anything is when he’s trying to re-break Frank’s nose, when the damage he’s toeing is irreversible, when on the ugly breathless brink of his rage. And when she’s looking at him like he’s some thing to be cradled.
Not like Claire’s analytic pity. And Elektra—
The credit Karen’s giving him is for herself, so she can go on looking at him at all. Yeah? Isn’t that exactly why she left him here?
His head laugh filters through softness. His nasal cartilage is still bloated.
Not much different from rehashing a circular argument with Heather, he bites, ❝Poindexter survived by accident.❞
No intention of God’s. That was the only saving grace that let him sleep the month after: that he’d tried. On the days he’d wake up even mildly rested, he knew he’d dreamed lushly, a reality where the yolk of Poindexter’s brain had drizzled the curb to be washed away the next morning by Fisk’s cleaning crew, the poetry.
Karen’s pulse points throw off tonka bean in the cadence of her bloodflow. It pins him to a snapshot of the past, her and him and Foggy, so real it makes him sick. One of her hundred-per-day loosened hairs lands over his knuckles. His upper lip reacts to the stimulus as to a tickle.
❝You know he did. I wanted him—- for Foggy. For you. Nothing has changed, nobody’s been saved.❞
been a while, huh? he can't remember the last time he's spoken to cee --- seen her around, sure, but somewhere between kid one and nox getting clean matt feels he's lost touch with the deans. even reaching out to cecelia was a mission in itself. he called, got the phone company. tried her office, got the secretary. even came to the house --- no one home. a hand written, courier delivered letter with a fake return-to-sender is what it took.
" --- i was starting to think you were avoiding me. "
strange place to meet. far from anywhere the haus owns, further from the usual haunts of their few mutual friends. he's gotten them a booth way at the back of the shitty dive bar, dimly lit, away from prying eyes. if she wasn't hesitant to meet, she should be now.
" --- sorry to drag you so far outta the city, but i wanted'a make sure we could talk. sit -- want a drink? "
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I'm Matt Im from Texas I hate women but Im not gay don't worry 🤣 I'm from FaceBook and I have kids but y'all know how much of a pin a it is to have them 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

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I see someone’s going through the cumpunk house tag
writes spicy smut of him and mello and puts it on the internet.