Frank With His Sad Eyes Like - You Asked Me For A Favor And I Did It Karen. I Love You Karen. I Would

When your man takes off his beard and you see him with no bruises for the first time ever and you're trying and failing not to stare at his handsome face.

Frank and Karen

Daredevil Season 2 + The Punisher + DDBA

𝔰𝔞𝔤𝔢 𝔤𝔯𝔢𝔢𝔫

This is franks declaration of love, he wants the favor to mean something, his version of 'as you wish'

Extremely sad puppy dog eyes as a bonus

The Accountant squared is a hell of a movie it has the Batman element the Red Hood element the sort of double identity element in a way and the Oracle element (and it sort of shows how scary it could be) as well as a Jim Gordon element lmao. It has the dudes being platonically affectionate element. Incredibly incredibly refreshing. It has the “lived in each other’s pocket except that pocket is a bullet proof vest” element so much so that I think @frownyalfred produced this movie. so yes essentially a Batfleck in-universe masterpiece

Always, Forever Running Back to You

Post-01x09, Daredevil: Born Again

Frank knocks once, just once, then steps back and glances down the dim, too-quiet hallway. The place is clean and seems safe enough, but it’s not the kind of hotel that has heightened security or anyone who’d notice if something went sideways. Good thing he’s there.

He braces one hand on the doorframe and ducks his head, his other hand curling around his ribs. Something’s cracked in there, for sure, courtesy of those sorry fucking excuses for cops. Bunch of dumbass fanboys. And he’ll deal with them. Soon. But first Frank needs to see Karen. He has things to get off his chest. 

“Karen, it’s me,” he says, his voice rough but quiet. “Open up. Please?”

The lock clicks almost immediately, and the door opens. She’s standing there barefoot, in jeans and a worn Columbia crewneck sweatshirt, her blonde hair still damp from the shower and twisted into a loose bun at the top of her head. 

Her eyes sweep over him, cataloging every cut and bruise that hadn’t been there the day before. They linger on his face, on his left eye that’s purple and swollen.

“You look like shit,” she says, pushing the door wide and stepping back to let him in. There’s no heat behind the words, just a thread of worry and exhaustion. “Been busy?”

Frank huffs a breath, almost laughing because, that’s the understatement of the fucking century. “Yeah, somethin’ like that.” 

Karen turns on her heel and pads back into the room, leaving him to follow. It’s as close to an invitation as he’s going to get. He steps inside, locking the door behind him, and follows her to where she’s sitting on the edge of the bed, sinking down beside her. His body aches from the inside out, but the mattress dips under their weight, and he relaxes — just a little — for the first time since he answered the phone to find her on the other end.

Oh ok so it turns out ive been borrowing grief from the future ! it turns out ive been preparing to lose the things i love rather than basking in the light of them while they last. Maybe i should nt do that

You two have a connection. I know that. 

If anything, I really feel as though that episode cemented the fact that despite their lingering feelings for one another, Matt and Karen are capable of being 'just friends'.

Frank and Karen are not. They will never be able to be around one another without emotional devastation following because their feelings are that strong. There is no such thing as ~casual~ for them, they can't just meet up for diner coffee and gossip because they can't pretend they don't want each other. Frank can't even look her in the eyes without laying his soul bare! There is no reality in which these two people are just casual buddies.

I think they will continue to be in each other's corner, but Karen walking away really cemented that she can't do the halfway in, halfway out thing that she can do with Matt. It's all or nothing.

Either Frank lets her in and the two of them are together for real, or she can't be in his life.

karen page and frank castle in the same room no one talk to me karen page and frank castle looking at each other fondly heartbeats racing no one talk to me karen page calling frank castle on the phone she has his phone number after moving across the country for a year no one talk to me NO ONE TALK TO ME