Why Can’t We Just Stay Right Here?

you changed

Not to me. Not if it’s you.

I bet Silco could reach Vander inside Warwick. I bet Silco would trust to remember him ad not fight back.

In my restless dreams, Silco and Vander!Warwick got to meet

In this scenario Silco would have to survive being shot and would go into hiding aka go back to their little hideout. He did not see this one coming, though

no one's mentioned how viktor has his cane here even though he's not even standing and it's jayce's hallucination/fantasy

jayce meant it when he said he loves viktor wholly, not excluding his disabilities, and that he thinks viktor's imperfections are beautiful and admirable

viktor's cane, and therefore his disability, is a part of him and not something even jayce's subconscious could cast aside as he was losing his mind. his high opinion and adoring perception of viktor has always included the parts of him that viktor himself views as flawed and shameful

Happy 5th of November to all who celebrate

...and JFC America, don't fuck this up

(Please don't repost; reblogs are great)

He wasn't expecting it. Not here, not now, not ever again. The city was quiet in that peculiar way only Matt Murdock could hear — the usual drone of traffic dulled beneath the weight of a recent storm, neon signs buzzing softly in puddles, distant sirens echoing like ghosts. He walked alone, cane tapping in steady rhythm. Then it stopped. The cane clattered to the pavement, abandoned. Because somewhere, just around the corner, he heard it — a heartbeat. That heartbeat. The one he'd memorized through late-night study sessions, courtroom whispers, rooftop confessions. Steady, a little fast, familiar in a way that knocked the air clean out of him. No. It couldn’t be. But the second he heard a shaky, whispered: “Matty?” Matt ran. The world tunneled around him, senses narrowing to that voice, that pulse. He turned the corner like the street was a lifeline, like salvation waited just out of reach — and there he was. Foggy.  Standing in the soft streetlight, alive, real, blinking like he couldn’t believe it either. Matt crashed into him like a storm. He slammed Foggy against the brick wall, not in violence but desperation — as if anchoring him there would keep him from vanishing again. His hands fisted in Foggy’s hoodie. Their chests collided. And before either of them could speak another word, Matt’s mouth was on his. Foggy gasped against the kiss, then melted into it. Fingers slid up Matt’s back, clutching him just as tightly, just as breathlessly. When they finally pulled apart, foreheads pressed together, Matt choked out, “I thought you were dead.” “I was,” Foggy whispered. “But I found my way back.”

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I HAD SO MUCH FUN DRAWING THEM AHHHH. Also not me making me sad with my own art ahahah cries in gay

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This is Ravi all the time

Deadpool x Wolverine has the same flavour as Geraskier don’t fight me on this.

this is the gayest interaction possible that priest saw a firefighter in a cropped shirt pick a water instead of a juice, sat down with him, told him the lord compelled him, got the ‘I’m straight’ shut down, and now they’re talking about his handsome mustache and about him experiencing joy while eddie sits all spread, hot and sweaty. literally wtf lmaoooo