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Itsreallylaterightnow

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Fic Writer | 911 Dispatcher | Firefighter https://archiveofourown.org/users/itsreallylaterightnow
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1.01 // 1.06 Mr. Keene, when last you stood before this court, you carried an air of entitlement. You actually wore it like someone would wear their clothes or their skin. Where’d it go, son?

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As I'm rewatching Marvel's Daredevil and The Punisher, I think we all need to take a sec to appreciate Karen Page's storyline.

Secondary female characters in the MCU are almost always reduced to being love interests and/or badass helpers for the male lead (Claire in Daredevil and Luke Cage, Colleen in Iron Fist, Dinah in The Punisher, Misty in Luke Cage, Elektra in Daredevil). As much as I appreciate all of these female characters, Karen's storyline stands out thanks to its evolution. Yes, she starts off as a victim and becomes Daredevil's (and even the Punisher's) love interest, but those are parallel to the storyline that is given to her exclusively: from working as an accountant whistleblowing against her company, to legal assistant taking down Fisk, to journalist setting the record straight on the Punisher, to looking the freaking Kingpin in the eyes and telling him she killed his best friend. The most striking thing to me is that she isn't a cop (Dinah/Misty) or a fighter (Colleen/Elektra) or even in a position to provide care (Claire). She can't punch her way out or heal wounds. All she can do is dig for the truth and live with her demons and acknowledge that she has as much in common with someone like Frank Castle as she does with Matt Murdock.

My girl Karen deserves some serious appreciation for being the only secondary female character in the (Netflix?) MCU who changed careers twice and still kicked ass in all of them.

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ssahoodrat

Daredevil characters as text posts...

okayyyy that's all I could put in one post anyways... stay gaslighting hoes 🤍🤍... maybe I'll do a part 2... idk...

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A little life update, because I am nowhere near as active on here anymore;

- I am in my senior year of my undergraduate degree. In May 2023 I will graduate with a degree in Political Science with a concentration in Public Administration

- I am still a 911 operator/police and fire dispatcher. I work 30-38 hours a week, mostly night shifts. I love it, it’s exhausting, and overwhelming at times but I love it

- I am in firefighting academy currently. I go three times a week for training, and am technically a working firefighter at this time. I really love this. I think it’s the hardest thing I’ve done so far in life, but one of the most fulfilling things ever.

- I am planning on staying at my current school after I graduate to obtain a Masters in Sociology.

- I have a cat and a horse and they are lovely and chaotic and keep my sane

- God is good, people are great, and life is super busy 😜

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hi i don't know if you answer prompts or something and i don't want to bother you either, but i was looking for a bio dad whump fanfic for a while where peter goes to oscorp and gets bitten by the spider, getting really really sick, and tony is just a concerned dad who wants his child to be safe. I've read some like this that are really good, and i love your writing so would love to read something like that from you 🙂💌

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Hello!!! I will happily try and find a good time to get around to this! I am quite busy but when I ever get the time please know I’ll try and make this happen! Thank you for being such a lovely supporter of my work ❤️❤️

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wild-zamboni

Ratatouille is a good movie and all but can we stop ignoring the weird sub plot about how it's wrong for rats to steal? Like. What are they supposed to do then? Buy food? From the grocery store? With WHAT MONEY ratatouille?

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Peter stared down at the ground, his hands were numb. That wasn’t good, right? Hands shouldn’t be numb and unmoving. He couldn’t feel his fingers. He should be able to feel his fingers.

He looked down at his hands and went still. His hands were coated in blood. Thick and coagulated. He gagged, turning his head to the side and throwing up into the icy snow. He couldn’t remember… couldn’t remember how he got here. Whose blood was on his hands? Why was he in the snow in a zip up jacket and jeans? Peter turned, looking at the trail of blood in the snow behind him.

“Oh God…” He muttered,

Hey look who posted a new fic after 5 months of silence!!!

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