So I Wrote Fanfiction For The First Time In Almost Two Years (not Traught Sorry Guys 🥲) But I’ve

Frank not caring what anyone thinks of him, but as soon as karen page is disappointed in him, he has the saddest puppy dog eyes you’ve ever seen.

okay.

Just here to remind everyone that Frank is Karen's emergency contact.

That's it. That's the post.

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.

frank castle's nose.

Frank rejecting Karen vs. Karen rejecting Frank

The Punisher, s2e11 | Daredevil: Born Again, s1e09

Saw a cis (I think) woman talking about how cis women need trans women because if trans women don’t exist then being a woman isn’t a choice and is instead just something you’re consigned to for life.

I’ve been thinking about it all day because I agree but I feel like there’s more to it than that.

Idk. Gotta think more.

End of Watch

Pt. 5 in my Frank Castle: Cat Whisperer series 🫶🏻

Karen’s in the kitchen, making one of Frank’s favorite meals for no reason other than she wants to.

Six pounds of orange fluff is asleep on the sofa.

Music floats softly through the golden-hour-drenched apartment.

And Frank is at the kitchen table cleaning his Kimber Custom II.

He thinks he could get used to this.

His brain does a stutter step at the notion, and he waits for the panic to set in. But it doesn’t. He’s perfectly calm, and he realizes that he really could get used to this. Maybe he already has.

He smiles to himself and drops his attention back to the gun in his hand, disassembling it with practiced ease and laying the pieces on a towel Karen let him ruin weeks ago. Cleaning his weapons is as close to meditation as Frank usually gets, but he’s on autopilot now, more aware of the woman across the room than anything else.

As Frank works, he tracks the way her body moves while she stirs the sauce on the stove, the slight sway of her hips, the way her throat bobs when she sips her wine, the soft tone of her voice as she sings along with the Bon Iver songs Frank only knows because she plays them for him.

Karen pauses mid-stir to look over her shoulder at him and smiles. It’s bright and a little bashful, and the pink tinge creeping up her neck and into her cheeks makes him feel flush all of a sudden.

Fuck, he’ll never get over how goddamn beautiful she is.

frank castle’s heart canonically races when he sees karen page. that is something that i am now CANONICALLY aware of and i’m just going to have to go on with my day with that information rattling in my skull like it’s nothing.