In S3E7, Marci and Foggy have a picture of themselves on the table next to the couch.
Here it is, up close:
Because my brain is useless, I’m pretty sure it’s a picture that Amy Rutberg put on Instagram a while back:
In conclusion, Foggy definitely had a Grief Beard ™ at some point after Matt’s fake death, it’s canon, I don’t make the rules.
Tag: oh god
daredevil season three but poindexter says yeet every time he throws something with lethal accuracy
Two Headed Boy Pt.3
ok but this parses as a valid Radiohead song
I only have baby storytime to do weekly (which I can plan the night before or the morning of, because I’ve been doing it for 2+ years) during the summer because we have a museum come in to do my preschool one, which means I have
too much free time
and I can’t find any grants to write
and I can’t do much about planning our NaNoWriMo program right now
SO
IF YOU WANT
send me PG rated Daredevil prompts about, like, kissing and love and holding hands and babies a nice shit and I will write very small things at the desk between bursts of book shelving.
I will maybe also consider B99 crossovers?
The way you said “I love you.“
Some fluffy, some angsty prompts
- As a hello
- With a hoarse voice, under the blankets
- A scream
- Over a cup of tea
- Over a beer bottle
- On a sunny Tuesday afternoon, the late sunlight glowing in your hair
- As a thank you
- As an apology
- When baking chocolate chip cookies
- Not said to me
- With a shuddering gasp
- When we lay together on the fresh spring grass
- In a letter
- A whisper in the ear
- Loud, so everyone can hear
- Over and over again, till it’s nothing but a senseless babble
- When the broken grass litters the floor
- From very far away
- With no space left between us
- As we huddle together, the storm raging outside
- Over your shoulder
- Muffled, from the other side of the door
- Through a song
- Without really meaning it
- In a blissful sigh as you fall asleep
- Broken, as you clutch the sleeve of my jacket and beg me not to leave
- A taunt, with one eyebrow raised and a grin bubbling at your lips
- When I am dead
- Slowly, the words dripping from your tongue like honey
- Too quick, mumbled into your scarf
- In awe, the first time you realised it
- In a way I can’t return
- On a post-it note
- Before we jump
- As a goodbye
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