Matt says that cotton sheets are like sandpaper on his skin. That means that touch is also one of his senses that is immensely heightened, not just hearing and smell. He can feel things to a point that his sheets hurt him badly enough to get different ones. I wonder how it felt when he kissed Claire, that touch would have been heightened. Like very heightened. And on another note I mean, he goes out and gets beaten to death, but he's already got a massive pain threshold for a normal person, but must have a monumental one for someone like him. I wonder how he does that. But going on to more recreational thoughts, every time someone slaps him on the back, does it hurt him badly? He must be like an open nerve, sensing everything. Every particle of dust that lands on him he can feel, that's just an aspect of his senses I had never considered, and I don't know how to deal with that now that I've thought of it. He can feel the air move around him and the wind is probably like a slap in the face instead of a breeze against the cheek. Matt Murdock deals with that everyday and I can't deal with the fact he has to do it alone.
Concept: Stiles watching the rain from the porch of the house he owns with Derek, their dog keeping his feet warm against the autumn chill and an old quilt wrapped around his shoulders. Derek comes home from work and snuggles against Stiles, kissing him on the temple before resting his head on Stiles’ shoulder. They’re both at peace and completely happy.
I don’t mind stealing bread From the mouths of decadence But I can’t feed on the powerless When my cup’s already overfilled Yeah But it’s on the table The fire is cooking And their farming babies While the slaves are working