still all heart.

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[deservetoknow]

𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐞, 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐭. 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞.

From her original 2015-2018 handle itsdarkcorners, Karen has always been important to me. I rebooted her twice, moved her to my mm batcloak and now here.

✧ 𝐫𝐮𝐥𝐞𝐬 ✧ 𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐬 ✧ 𝐛𝐢𝐨 ✧ disco for mutuals only

I go by 𝕯 ! Karen is a multi-verse, multi-ship, private blog based on K. Page from both the netfl!x, DD/BA show and marvel com!cs. 21+ only. I do NOT acknowledge Miller's 1986’s decision of Karen outing Matt based on her addiction. She would never – as she stated and proved multiple times – give up his identity, especially in the scenarios written.

Enough with the dodgy bullshit. 𝐈 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 what's going on with you two. With you.

[nixscriptum]

[darlingshane]

Deborah Ann Woll as Karen Page — DAREDEVIL: BORN AGAIN | 1.01 Heaven's Half Hour

[ceterisparibus116]

Something something Matt-and-Karen-both-smiling-when-they're-actually-dying-inside something something.

[andremichaux]

Daredevil | 1.11

[karenpage]

Use two hands and never let go.

[kdheaven]

Daredevil: Born Again 2x02

[kuhlgone-deactivated20260511]

*taps my mic* support woman muses! support fat women, Black women, Latin women, Asian women, Pacific Islander women, brown women, trans women, disabled women, afab women, queer women. SUPPORT WOMEN! there’s too many of us in the community that will drop a hat for white cis male muses but won’t do the same for women muses especially women of color. We need to be better as a community to uplift women voices and stories.

[thekaredevil]

     karen + coming clean to her friends about wesley

[makesitprecious]

you can tell Karen was really going through it because she had bangs

[eklixio]

do you think some store in the Marvel universe sells Punisher t-shirts? if yes I’m declaring it a thing that Karen owns one

[rogers-carter]

I'm also more than capable of handling whatever these adolescents throw at me.

[deservetoknow]

Why I haven't been active much —

My activity has noticeably declined the last twoish months and heavily these past two and a half weeks. Thank you for your patience and to those who have checked in on me 💜

Tw: parental loss, anxiety, mental health

First, the emotional toll of laying my mom to rest at the family cemetery many hours away after two years of her passing (very unexpectedly) would be enough on its own to drop me off the deep end of activity.

Second and unfortunately, my dad suffers from mental illness and began exhibiting signs about two months ago, which is when I really had to key in on what his habits were becoming for signs of an episode. Sadly, his grief for my mom (although I was two when they divorced) basically cracked through his medicine and he had a breakdown.

I was forced to admit him to the hospital's psych ward. He was there, two weeks ago, for ten days which left me doing everything at home while worrying about my dad as a well as being the hospital's main contact for information.

He was released (still suffering symptoms) on Thursday. It is very draining, both physically and emotionally to monitor him since everything is an argument and he is completely irrational. Everything is my fault, I'm being argumentative, I'm not respective, I'm betraying him, I'm a know-it-all, I don't pull my weight. Is it any wonder I gave anxiety??

Third - Along with my concussion symptom, this ordeal leaves me with high anxiety/stress and I tire easily so I don't gave the energy for replies. I wish I did. Writing helps me so much and I miss it (and you all!) when I can't.

Positive! It was very peaceful and beautiful at our little family cemetery with just a handful of us gathered. I buried my baby blanket with her and left my mom sunflowers 🌻 the family got lunch before going back to our own states which was nice.

Sum up — hopefully the pressure and sadness my dad's heart and mind are putting on him will ease up and he will start returning to his more relaxed, kind, less judgemental self. It's like Jackal and Hyde up in here.

I do!!! Have an excellent psychiatrist and a therapist. Grief takes time, unfortunately.

[memesomething]

Nightmares & Sleeping Meme

Words

“Don’t worry about it. I was already awake.”

“I broke the lock. You were screaming.”

“Hey, last night… Are you okay?”

“How long have you been having nightmares like this?”  

“Talk to me.”

“Let me stay. I can make you breakfast in the morning.” 

“How long have I been out?”

“What happened?”

“Hey - hey! Hey! It’s me! [Name], it’s me, hey.”

“Was it the same as last time?”

“Strange place to fall asleep.”

“Do you … live here?”

“Would it help if I stayed?”

“You were already asleep, I didn’t want to wake you.”

“It calmed you down, I think.” 

“You’re safe. It’s okay, I promise you, you’re safe. You need to stop fighting them.”

“I’m sorry, I know, I’m trying to help you. I want to help you, you’re hurt, I’m - god, I’m sorry, please go back to sleep.”

Actions

(Feel free to change which muse does what by adding names, etc!)

[TALK] - for receiver’s muse to be talking in their sleep.

[AWAKE] - for our muses to be lying awake together, neither one of them able to get (back?) to sleep.

[JOLT] - for receiver’s muse to jolt awake after a nightmare, possibly being held/talked to by sender’s muse.

[HURT] - for receiver’s muse to be half-conscious after an injury, and not able to keep their nightmares separate from reality.

[SOOTHE] - for sender to comfort receiver’s muse while they’re having a nightmare, trying to keep receiver asleep.

[TUCK] - for sender to find receiver’s muse asleep somewhere and tuck them in with a blanket (or jacket, etc)

[QUESTION] - for sender’s muse to check whether receiver’s muse is Okay, in the morning after a nightmare, in a wordless way (touching their arm, etc)

[PLEASE] - for receiver’s muse to ask sender’s muse for comfort after a nightmare, or for company staying up so they don’t have a nightmare.

[thechemicalsturnedmattgay]

Yeah I support women’s rights. Women’s rights to fuckin MURDER anyone they deem fit.

[deservetoknow]

🔪

To encounter my muse after they've killed someone -> accepting!

Some people had the luxury of dying. Others didn't take the hint.

Although she aimed for his heart, the attacker intent on patterning his victim's face with a box cutter didn't drop to the pavement after Karen pulled the trigger. The short-haired woman, whom scuttled back to press against the alley's brick wall for safety, would have been his third victim had Karen's sleuthing not intervened.

"Call 911." Karen instructed over her shoulder as she took chase. She didn't have time to console or sit with the mascara-streaked woman, though she clearly needed a shock blanket and arm around her shoulder.

Trash crinkled and crunched under her leather boots. She rounded the corner of one alley to the next, careful in case he was waiting to jump her. Street lamps painted everything in a garish yellow; Karen's run slowed to a careful walk, two hands clasping her gun straight ahead. The alley was too long for the man to cleared the other side and there was the usual clutter to hide behind. She checked around the dumpster and shadowed doorways of the buildings' back entrances. He emerged, finally, from a haphazard tower of wooden crates a little more than halfway down.

If the shout was meant to startle her it didn't neither did the wild swing of a weapon at her face from a man who was accustomed to victims he easily overpowered. Karen fired twice without a flinch and the killer collapsed facedown to the pavement.

Squatting down, she rested her elbows on her knees with the gun held loosely. The back of his shirt was drenched in blood in result of the first bullet. Karen squinted at the shirt's tear. The initial shot, in a fluke of physics, pinged off his shoulder blade; probably chipped it, but deflected the bullet off the body. Neither of the following shots exited through. It wasn't a clean kill — could killing ever be called clean?

"I can feel you judging me." Karen raised her voice to be heard by the assassin watching. Elektra was the modern definition of an albatross: never arriving with good tidings or desired news. Sighing, Karen stood, gun still in hand. After all, it was the middle of the night in a city that never slept.

"Don't."

[luna-azzurra]

The most interesting question you can ask about any character is not what do they want. it's what do they believe they deserve. because those two things are almost never the same and the gap between them is where your entire story lives. a person can want love completely and believe they don't deserve it and that belief will destroy every good thing that comes toward them in ways they won't even notice they're doing. write the gap. the gap is the character.

[human-pet-they]

when the author describes someone dying and you can just tell they’ve never actually died by the way it’s written