i was told his name is matt

Title:  Has you Swoonin’ (fem!reader x Matt Murdock)

Summary: Reader’s best friend Foggy takes reader to Josie’s to meet Matt in hopes that they will go out on a date.

Word Count: 1636

A/N: FREAKIN LOVED THISSSSS!!! I love Matthew. Oh, Matthew. Y/L/N stands for “Your Last Name”. Enjoy!! also no requests in my inbox so send em in! Always open! 

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Max Headroom: the definitive history of the 1980s digital icon.

On Thursday, April 4th, 1985, a blast of dystopian satire hit the UK airwaves. Max Headroom: 20 Minutes into the Future was a snarky take on media and corporate greed, told through the eyes of investigative journalist Edison Carter (Matt Frewer) and his computer-generated alter-ego: an artificial intelligence named Max Headroom.
Max became a singular ‘80s pop culture phenomenon that represented everything wonderful and horrible about the decade. Max hosted music video shows; Max interviewed celebrities; Max hawked New Coke; Max Headroom became US network television’s very first cyberpunk series. Max was inescapable — and then almost just as quickly as he had appeared, he was gone.
Thirty years after the premiere, I spoke with the writers, directors, producers, actors, make-up artists, and network executives that helped bring Max Headroom to life. And it all began, like so many things in the ‘80s, with music videos.


What I love about this scene is not only did it rip my heart out and make me like Tord again, but we see for the first time a new reaction from this little bastard.
We’ve seen him go crazy before, we’ve seen him pissed, and happy.
But this, we see that he is (possibly) guilty and even sad. He realizes what he has done to his friends. Especially Edd.
I think he actually cared about Matt. After he hit him, he kind of snapped out of it when Edd said Tord’s name and he tried to comfort Matt again.
When Tord went power crazy in his robot, he told Edd he was never his friend. This is not true. The power went to his head and didn’t know what he was saying. (Or at least that’s my headcanon.)
After looking at the destruction he caused, he stares down at what remains of where he grew up with his best friends. He has to feel bad. This is something we’ve never seen out of him before.

What if

What if Mello never told Matt his real name?

What if Mello never told Matt that the love letter Matt had received 5 years ago was by himself?

What if Mello never had the guts to properly thank Matt?

What if Mello never allowed himself to show affection?

What if Mello never told Matt how much he actually meant to him? How goddamn much he loved him?

What if Matt never knew?

What if they died in the believe to be alone in this rotten world?

You are too pretty to cry - M.E

This is for @yesjustanotherwriter

I sat there staring at my screen eating pot noddles. Logging in on my Twitter account. I read hateful messages after hateful messages. It broke me, no more like killed me inside. I never told Matt that his fans hated me. I didn’t want to hurt. I read along in my head

F/A/N @Y/N you are so ugly you need to leave Matt alone you fattie.

“F/A/N @Y/N go kill yourself.

My throat started to tighten up and the taste of salt started to come through in my throat. I started to break down inside. Every bit of self esteem I had was gone. Completely gone.

I Always struggled with self esteem especially now since Matt was surrounded by beautiful girls calling his name. I felt the door open and I tried to hide my sobs but they just came out louder. I sounded like a cat wailing when they hurt them self.

"Y/N baby What’s wrong please don’t cry! Please I can’t stand to see you upset!” Said Matt, my boyfriend wrapping his long arms around my waist. He rubbed his fingers along my skin making me feel loved. “Your fans hate me! Look at the hundreds of tweets from them all!” I said losing my breath I between each word since my sobs were making me lose my breathe.

“Princess you are to beautiful! Please don’t let your crown fall! They don’t mean it! They are just immature and can’t deal with me dating someone!” Matt said trying to keep calm. He wasn’t doing well since he was running his fingers through his long dark blonde hair. His hands were clenching into first and his jaw was clenched making his jaw line visible.

“I love you!” I said wrapping my arms around his waist and placing a kiss on his chest. I knew I had to calm down his anger so he wouldn’t do anything stupid. “I love you more princess! It’s me and you forever.” He said placing a kiss on my forehead and cheek.


Jack Johnson imagine for Cassidy

*You’ve literally made my life complete by requesting this.*

(N/R)- Name of Restaurant.

(L/B)- Local Bakery.

Your POV~ 

“Cassidy, get table 6!” I heard Payge yell.

“On it.” I yelled back. 

I grabbed seven menus according to how many I was told sitting there, and made my way over. I could tell this was going to be the table of hell. They were all yelling and screaming at each other.

“Hi welcome to (N/R), I’m Cassidy I’ll be your waitress, anything I can start y’all off with to drink?”

The blonde piped up and said “Um, I’ll have a Pepsi.”

The others just shook their heads in agreement, and said the same.

“Okay, I’ll be back in a few minutes with your drinks.” You said walking away, you walked up to the counter and counted out seven cups. You asked Payge to help you.

“Listen doll, I’ll switch with ya, I know you hate those kinds of tables, you can go deal with those bikers over there. Now, strut you stuff- oh wait here.” She said fixing my hair, and my pink/red uniform. “Go get em’ tiger.”

You walked over to the table with the bikers and got them on with what they needed. It was nearly closing time and those seven boys were still at that table. I was the only one left because the others had left.

“Alright boys closing time.” I yelled from behind the counter. They turned and looked at me.

“Sorry we’ll just be going then.“ the one with darker hair said. "Johnson here’s our money, go pay.”

He timidly walked up to the counter.

“Hi!” I smiled.

“H-hi,-” he swallowed the lump in his throat.

“You’re cute you have a girlfriend?” you said confidently.

“Um, no actually.”

“Really you could of had me fooled your cute.”

“Thanks, so um listen if your not busy Saturday would you like maybe, meet me at (L/B) for a coffee?” he said.

“I’d like that very much.”

“Yo, Johnson we’re leaving you coming?”

“Um, yeah-” he said, and turned back for his change. “Thanks see you Saturday, here’s my number.”

I looked at the number and smiled, he was something else, but he was a cute something else.

~I hope you liked it, it was bad, I know.~


Vastra: The Doctor does not discuss his secrets with anyone, my dear. If you’re still entertaining the idea that you’re an exception to this rule, ask yourself one question: what is his name?
River: Well, I know it.
Clara: What, you know his name? He told you? [x]

Okay yes this requires some explanation

During Gil’s panel, he shared a story of his GISHWHES experience, namely being in the middle of New York City, shirtless, with “two HOPEFULLY of-age girls rubbing me with two sticks of butter.”

And I knew. I needed to go buy some butter immediately.

Matt was 300% on board with this plan. I’d told him ahead of time during our meet-and-greet that this was the plan, and he said, “Oh yeah. We’re not even going to ask. We’re just going to butter him.”

I was first in line. I stepped forward and held up the butter and waggled my eyebrows at Gil, who stared blankly and then broke out into a sheepish grin as he laughed.

The pose itself is Matt’s doing. “Okay, you hug him, and I’m going to hold the butter in my mouth and butter his ass.”

If it looks like Gil is holding me up, he is, because I was laughing too hard to stand on my own. Everyone in the photo op room screamed. People outside wanted to know what had just happened.

It was this, guys.