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private & selective frank castle from netflix's marvel television series. 03/16

[gonehaywire-blog]

like  for  a  starter  !

[gonehaywire-blog]

now  every  woman  and  every  man  ,  they  want  to  take  a righteous  stand  ,  find  the  love  that  god  wills  and  the  faith  that  he  commands  .  i’ve  got  my  finger  on  the  trigger  and  tonight  faith  just  ain’t  enough  ,  when  i  look  inside  my  heart  there’s  just  devils  and  dust .       // private frank castle.

[pvkyblinders]

(ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧

[empiregalaxy]

Netflix Marvel Leads + Their Signature Colour

[gonehaywire-blog]

now  every  woman  and  every  man  ,  they  want  to  take  a righteous  stand  ,  find  the  love  that  god  wills  and  the  faith  that  he  commands  .  i've  got  my  finger  on  the  trigger  and  tonight  faith  just  ain't  enough  ,  when  i  look  inside  my  heart  there's  just  devils  and  dust .       // private frank castle.

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‘ It’s not cleaning my mess. It’s making a bigger mess and have some FUN, Frank. ’ Elektra replied, that dangerous smile dancing over her lips. ‘ I am just asking you to join me. No attachments. And I am sure those guys also did something wrong. Something bad you can punish them for. ’ her eyes don’t move away from him. ‘ Come on, Frank, let’s take our chance while the devil is not looking. ’

[gonehaywire-blog]

        a scowl pulls at his mouth, unimpressed by her narration. the pure joy she experiences when engaged in combat is not the same as his unbridled rage. there was no fix for him, no bandaid for the wound.   ❛  suppose that’s your idea, to get him lookin’.   ❜  he wages, lips forming a fine line.  ❛  you said these guys did somethin’ ? fill me in on the way.  ❜

[warbinary-blog]

HER  FINGERS  CURL  one by one into her palm until her fist is clenched   &   laid out between them. nails trimmed short leave no marks on her palms.  at one time she might have kept them manicured, clean — painted, even.  but now, karen is becoming a woman of necessity first.  as she sits next to him in an old car which she’s sure he doesn’t have the title to —— she can only think of the lives both of them have walked away from. 

she is not collateral damage, she realizes. as much as frank wants to push her away   &   onto the next person, she’s in this for a reason.  whether it is to be someone who understands his plight or to take another step toward a DARKNESS in her which she doesn’t fully understand yet —- she can’t be sure. 

❝  no. ❞    she answers without question or pause.  it matches the rough, quiet tempo his voice usually carries. karen clears her throat with a cough.   ❝  ——— because i think, it goes both ways. you know?  it’s not just me who sees eye-to-eye with you. ❞

[gonehaywire-blog]

HIS HAND GRIPS the door, but his fingers are s t e a d y, not a twitch or tremor.  they are lost within the woods and yet it is the most sound he had felt in weeks. with her, there is no ULTERIOR motive, not a conniving bone in her spine. her compassion is mislead, though privately, comforting all the same.  guilt sits like an anchor in his gut, she has wandered astray from her life to help aid him. he didn’t need anyones help. not hers. not the public. no ones.

but she wraps herself up in his mess.   tangles herself in his web,  the night stares back at him, a blanket of security for a wanted man.  her comment settles in and at first he doesn’t engage with it.  when he looks upon her, he hopes there isn’t a shred of darkness the way that his life has been overcome by it.  

his eyes finally divert and catch hers.  her golden hair is the only light for miles.   ❛  you don’t want to find similarities between us.                            you’re better off doin’ without. ❜

[proinsiascassidy]

I think I’m done, Red…I think I’m done.

[michaelpitted]

[stevenrogered]

A soldier addressing a higher ranking officer uses the word sir or ma'am in the same manner as a polite civilian speaking with a person to whom he wishes to show respect. (x)

[warbinary-blog]

&  just as he hadn’t gone out with that explosion,  he isn’t  DEAD  TO  HER  either.  the words she had shouted in anger still ring loud  &  clear in her mind. it had been all she thought about on the cold walk away from him as she gripped her shoulders tight while she fought back tears. even before she saw him again on that rooftop she knew she wouldn’t be able to stay away.

she had never been very good at  MOVING  ON. 

❝  — what about just ONE person?  ❞   there is another dense pause between his words  &  her’s. there is too much silence between them filled with the buzzing sound of thoughts racing through her head. but when karen asks the question, she meets him with the same apologetic glance he had just offered her. a thin hand lays out on the column between their seats – palm up  &  open for the taking. 

a sigh heaves through her chest as she sinks into her seat.  if she’s learned anything through this experience, it’s that she should  STAY  AWAY  from frank castle. but that was never going to happen. of all the dark corners karen has tried to avoid, he has been one to draw her in. 

[gonehaywire-blog]

despite his urgency to PROTECT her from the malice of his path, time and time again she was put in the crossfire. part of him took responsibility, admired her bravery, but at the end of the day she was willingly taking part in his story. even as they sat with silence in a beatdown car, with nothing but creaking branches and nocturnal insects for company. 

the side glance lingers, observing the worry in her eyes and the warmth blossoming on her cheeks. he stares, more so than he means to. how impolite. he is UNDESERVING of her compassion. her palm lingers on the console and the gesture of support is enough to turn his gaze away.

he stares into the unwelcoming night. where he, frank castle, can be alive and answer to NO ONE but his own demons. they remain unfulfilled. what if the demons were all he had ?   ❛  you ain’t afraid of being collateral damage, huh ?  ❜

[rosetylecr]

What if I find these men that did that to my family? What if nothing changes?                                                                    What if this is just me now?

[auideas]

I’m made up of black coffee, untamed hair, and poorly supressed anger.

The Never Book (via auideas)

[traghizein-deactivated20180419]

apply pressure to the wound, don’t let go.

hurt meme [accepting]

Elektra looked at him, almost OFFENDED.

‘ Oh, trust me, soldier boy, I know how to take care of a wound. ’ she huffed as she held her hands in place, her skin getting corrupted by the red of his blood.

In the darkness of this alley, she decided to help him. Why? Because she was bored and because she liked his style ( different reasons same result ). Elektra didn’t need much to be convinced that murder was a good way to pass the time. It’s what she did BEST.

When she saw that the bleeding slowed down, she put his own hands over his wounded leg and raised the first black layer of her clothes before the she ripped the crimson fabric below. When she got a long strip, she rolled both of them down, covering herself.

‘ You are a bit slow, uh? Getting old, Castle? ’ everybody in this city knows who he is, so far. Elektra began to cover his leg with the strip, tightly.

[lifeinpoetry]

What are we made of but hunger and rage?

Anne Carson,  “To Compostela,” The Anthropology of Water, Plainwater: Essays and Poetry (via lifeinpoetry)

[jessicahenwicks-deactivated2018]

Frank Castle in every episode:  2.06 Regrets Only

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