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This is going to sound really creepy, but I hope that when I finish moving (today!!) and settle down I can get closer to a lot more of you!

For those of you who sent things to our PO Box (which is still open btw, you can still PM for the address!) I hope you don’t mind me writing back to you once we read them all! Like pen pals… am I pushing it? Hahaha

The reason for this is, well, because you’re all such kind amazing people, and also because this account has led me to such wonderful people like @hinarina who is coming to stay with me for like a week, and may become my potential roommate, and is cosplaying with me, and @miharu-fujiwaraa who is also coming to stay with me at some point. ; u ;

And @sasughke and @bhavna-madan WHO I WILL MEET ONE DAYYY.

It’s like, you make such close friends just from people sending a message saying stuff like “hey I’ve been scared to message you but I like your blog.” And they’ve helped me through such hard times too. So if I can establish more amazing friendships like this, please, don’t be shy!

daredevil 20s au. fisk as a politician who is backed by a very covert and very effective machine. matt and foggy as aclu lawyers who are combating political corruption and stumble in to this thing that is way bigger than they are (matt is still daredevil of course). wesley visits a Hell’s Kitchen speakeasy a lot because honestly he’s a sucker for good jazz. foggy and matt often visit that same speakeasy because ok prohibition worked for exactly zero people even lawyers and matt ends up meeting wesley and they end up connecting with each other and NEITHER OF THEM KNOWS what the other does for a living.

basically everything is the same except there’s more jazz and prohibition

Cautiously, knowing that it was dangerous to be walking alone, Hayley slipped between two large supply trucks that were waiting outside of a diner. The lead she’d followed about her family came to a dead end as per usual, but she still refused to be discouraged. Hearing something drop behind her, she whipped around. “Who’s there?”