I Made These Over The Weekend And I Can Definitely Say I Enjoyed It. These Are All My Favorite Streamers.

Someone made a mash-up of the volleyball scene from Top Gun and the beach scene from Top Gun: Maverick and there’s a moment where it almost looks like Goose is looking back at Rooster and I just…

MATT MURDOCK LOOKOGRAPHY RATING

(As based on Hotness, Appeal, and Overall Yumminess)

Red Suit Matt Black Suit Matt Lawyer Matt

★★★ ★★★★★ ★★★★

(CRITIC'S CHOICE)

Tuxedo Matt NYPD Shirt Matt Shirtless Matt

★★★★ ★★★★★ ★★★★★

(FAN FAVORITE)

Hoodie Matt Hobo Matt L. Jacket Matt

★★★★ ★★ ★★★★

(STICK'S CHOICE)

HIGHEST RATED: 5★ Black Suit, NYPD Shirt, Shirtless

LOWEST RATED: 2★ Stick Cosplay

CRITICS CONSENSUS: "Matthew Murdock is an absolute ethereal, beautiful, show-stopping, gorgeous human being regardless of his sartorial choices." (Certified HOT at 100%)

AUDIENCE REVIEW: "Matt ur hot af." (Certified Down Bad for this disaster Catholic man)

A Grave Life Masterlist

Pairing: Percival Graves x Reader

Rating: T

Warnings: Some violence Notes: Set ~ 3 years before Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them

Summary: Three things happened very quickly:
 1. Wesley let out a yell of pain 
2. Tina let out a shocked laugh, and then immediately slapped her hand over her mouth when she saw who was in the other doorway
. 3. Percival Graves snapped, “Hey!”

Part One

Part Two

Part Three

Part Four

Part Five

Part Six

Part Seven Part Eight  Part Nine

Part Ten Part Eleven Part Twelve Part Thirteen

Part Fourteen Part Fifteen Part Sixteen

Part Seventeen

Part Eighteen

Part Nineteen

Part Twenty Part Twenty One

Part Twenty Two

Part Twenty Three

Part Twenty Four Part Twenty Five Part Twenty Six Part Twenty Seven Part Twenty Eight Part Twenty Nine Part Thirty Part Thirty One Part Thirty Two Part Thirty Three Part Thirty Four Part Thirty Five Part Thirty Six Part Thirty Seven Part Thirty Eight More parts to come! 

When ppl met me for the first time they think that I’m a completely normal girl but they don’t know that by night I’m a FANGIRL 😭😭😭😭😭

EDIT: I have 1 more man to include. The water tribe dilf himself

Hakoda

I will always simp for this man

But if these men came up to me. I would simp for them as well

Cause damn. Why can’t they be in real life?

And I just realized something. They are all firebenders. They got the good genes.

ZEMOS ACCENT

Real Men Wear Tiaras || Iceman

summary: Olivia desires to hold a tea party with Iceman turning into the Ice Queen. It's fingernail painting, pink fluffy boas, and glittery tiaras for this fighter pilot. Tom will do anything to make sure his baby girl is happy.

pairing: Tom "Iceman" Kazansky x Wife!Reader

✧ Iceman masterlist || My Library

Olivia, the bright and bubbly little girl who had pretty blonde hair and crystal blue orbs, peered up at her daddy who was seated behind his desk, looking over a last-minute report an admiral sent over to him. With a doll in one hand, and a hot pink boa in the other, the four-year-old waited patiently. 

Through his reading glasses, Ice could feel the stare of his baby. You and Iceman’s son, Riley, were out with a couple of your friends for a playdate with the boys, leaving Olivia at home with her father. 

“Yes, Angel?” Ice finally peels his eyes off the screen of his computer.

Olivia giggles to herself. Holding her boa and doll, she blinks. Long eyelashes fan along her sweet little cheeks, a light dusty shade of pink covering her skin from how hard she was running earlier. 

“Can we have a tea party?” She asks him in the cutest voice. Ice feels his heart tighten, knowing that voice and those big blue eyes would do him in. Peeling his glasses off his eyes, he contemplates his daughter. Picking her up, he plucks at the pink boa. 

“Just us? Or is Rosie, Snow White, and Maggie joining us?” He questions, referencing her three favorite dolls, one of which was Rosie, a blonde Barbie who was in her hands currently. 

“All of us!” Olivia proclaims. “This is for you, daddy,” She puts the boa around his neck. Ice folds his neck at the light tickling, shaking his head. 

“Alright, then. Let’s go have a tea party.” Ice declares, turning his computer off. Olivia shrieks with excitement, scrambling to get out of Ice’s lap. 

“I have to go find your tiara!” She squeals.

“My what?” Tom jerks his head up, but it was too late. Olivia was much faster, her legs pushing her toward her bedroom. She had a tea set that Tom’s mother gifted her for Christmas, and it was one that she swore by. Every tea party whether it was with you, Ice, or both of you, included this tea set. 

Ice sighs to himself, moving into the kitchen to make actual tea. Olivia preferred the real thing. It was easy when she was two to make her believe that water served as tea, but now that she was four, somehow she grew much wiser. After Ice fixes it and lets it cool, he looks to see Olivia rushing forward with the teapot.

“Here, daddy!” She says, handing it to him.

“Thank you, baby,” Ice responds, taking the teapot from her. He fills it up and soon, he’s being whisked to her bedroom where her table was. She decorated it with some toys and set her dolls Snow White, Rosie, and Maggie in their chairs, leaving two spots open.

“Maggie, Rosie, and Snow White – The Ice Queen is here!” Olivia announces, holding her sparkly tiara. Tom’s eyes double in size. She was seriously going to make him wear it. She marches over, humming loudly as she sets the tiara atop her father’s head. 

“I dub thee Ice Queen Ka… Ka… Katanzsy!” She implodes. She still had a hard time pronouncing her last name. 

Ice smiles. “Repeat after me, baby… Ka,”

“Ka,” 

“Zan,” 

“Zan!” 

“Sky,” 

“SKY!” 

Ice grins. 

“That’s it, Angel! Kazansky.” 

Olivia grins. “KATANZSY!” 

Ice exhales with a laugh. “You’ll get it,” He kisses her head. 

As he pours the tea into the tiny cups, Olivia giggles. “Pinkies out, daddy!” She reminds him. Tom smirks, sticking his pinky out as they share some tea. Olivia is babbling onto her dolls, telling them that they must respect Iceman because he was their Ice Queen. 

Iceman couldn’t help but wonder. If his little girl became a naval aviator like him, would she dub the nickname Ice? Would he lead a legacy that she could carry on? 

It makes a lump form in his throat at the mention. As the tea party comes to an end, Olivia smiles. “Daddy, will you paint my nails, please?” She asks him.

How could he say no? He’d give this baby girl anything she wanted. He’d hand the world to her on a silver platter if it meant he would see that darling smile. Soon the father-daughter duo is on the floor with paper towels spread around. Iceman is holding a deep concentration on the tiny nails of Olivia, coloring them a hot pink. She loved anything hot pink.

And he did so while still wearing the glittery tiara and pink boa. After he successfully painted Olivia’s fingernails, she erupted with giggles.

“Your turn!” She exclaims, taking the cap to the nail polish. Iceman rolls his eyes with a laugh, knowing he should’ve seen this coming. So, without giving her any lip, he puts his fingers in front of her. One by one with a deep concentration that matched his face earlier, Olivia did a rather good job of painting his nails. 

Iceman holds them up for his daughter to examine. “Well? Are these nails fit for the Ice Queen?” he questions with a smile. 

Olivia nods her head. She puts her fingertips on his.

“We match!” She squeals, throwing her arms around his neck. Tom feels himself begin to melt. He loved this baby so much. 

When you arrived with a sleeping Riley on your shoulder, you were greeted by the sight of Ice donning his tiara, pink boa, and bright nails. 

“Well, it seems you two had fun,” You say, putting your keys in the bowl. Ice grins, nodding his head.

“We did.” 

The very next day, Ice went to work as usual. And when he walked in, Slider and Hollywood were the first to notice the pilot’s rather blinding choice of nail color.

“Whoa, Iceman. You got somethin’ to tell us?” Slider laughs.

Maverick walks around the corner to see the commotion. 

“Olivia got you, too?” He asks with a slight gulp. 

Ice’s eyebrows knit together. “What happened?” 

Slowly, Maverick holds up his own hands, but his fingernails were blue and pink.

“Maddie Mitchell,” He announces.

The two pilots smiled widely, Hollywood and Slider glancing between them.

“So, that’s what it’s like to have daughters?” Slider asks.

Iceman chuckles.

“We do anything to make those girls happy. Right, Maverick?” 

Maverick nods.

“Anything,” He agrees. 

Iceman and Maverick would wear their nail polish with pride.

@mo-mode you. 👏 are. 👏 a. 👏 GENIUS. 👏 NO WONDER WE WERE ALL GETTING THOSE OG WATTPAD/TUMBLR VIBES UGH I LOVE IT~

Hi my dear! So glad you are out of that toxic hellhole and writing again! May I please request a teacher AU with Matt Murdoch please? Fluff or smut, anything really except for angst. Got enough angst in my life 😂 Thank you!

I am glad too! And happy to be writing again, even if it feels weird haha. Here’s some non-angst for ya! Hope you like it

*gif is mine*

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“You. Son. Of. A. Bitch,” you ground out through clenched teeth as you tried to manhandle your snack from the vending machine.

“E3, right? That one always sticks,” a familiar voice said.

You wrinkled your nose as you turned and looked at the teacher who had just walked in. 

“I don’t need an ethics lesson, Murdock, I need my damn cheez-its.”

Matt laughed as he made his way over to you. You stepped out of the way of the cane . When he got to the machine, he looked over his shoulder at you conspiratorially.

“Make sure no one is looking.”

“Not the time for a blind joke, got it,” you mumbled as you looked at the door. “Coast is clear. Work your magic.”

He kneed the edge of the machine once. The force knocked not only your snack free, but another bag as well.

“You are the absolute worst,” you said in gratitude as you pulled the snacks out, offering the spare to Matt. “What kind of person teaches ethics and steals chips?”

“I didn’t steal anything. You paid money and the product wasn’t given to you. We’ll just call this a fair trade for my help.”

His grin was contagious and you laughed. He nudged his shoulder against yours gently.

“I can smell clay. Your art class is already doing sculptures?”

Your grin turned playful. 

“Yeah. You should come by the classroom after school. I can show you some of my work.”

His eyebrows raised behind the red tinted glasses.

“Is that another blind joke?”

You leaned in so that your mouth could brush his cheek.

“It’s sculptures Matt; you can use your hands to get the feel for it. Who knows, maybe you’ll even like using your hands.”

The light blush on his cheeks made you grin as you stepped back.

the devil works hard but the druig stans on tumblr work harder i find new druig fics every single day its amazing i salute this fandom