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@pcnnyanddime-blog
you did not sound like an asshole. i don't read comics so i really had no idea and wanted to ask. thank you for answering :) hope you have a nice weekend
[ Alright awesome! I’m just glad I didn’t sound like a raging douche. Of course sweets, I’m glad I could answer. I hope you have a good one too! ]
i fail to see how dr. strange is being whitewashed. please enlighten me
[ Dr. Strange’s ethnicity has been ambiguous and never directly stated in the comics ( but it wasn’t really Dr. Strange I was talking about ), but Marvel needs some diversity. And they could have absolutely had some diversity considering there’s only four characters of color in the ENTIRE marvel cinematic universe. Nick Fury, Sam Wilson, Black Panther and Luke Cage. Those are the only one’s who have reoccurring and “important” roles. Nope, they chose the white guy to play him. But hey ya know, I was willing to over look that and continue on with thinking it could be okay, because it was never really stated what ethnicity he really was. But then… then they white washed the Ancient One. And I think it’s super fucking awesome that they made the character a woman, like alright, that’s cool. But it doesn’t make up for the fact that the Ancient One isn’t fucking white. Like nO? Stop changing the race of characters so the white people can play them. It’s kinda shitty. Don’t get me wrong, I think Benedict looks amazing, and that costume ugh, love it. But… I’m sorry, it’s bullshit that they have a a white woman playing a confirmed non-white character. It’s nothing against Benedict or Tilda, I think they’re both really fucking talented actors. But it’s still wrong. Also I really don’t want to start any drama on this kinda shit, so this is going to be the only post I make about it. Because I don’t want to deal with people eventually flipping shit or something. ]
Benedict Cumberbatch on set of ‘Dr. Strange’ on April 2, 2016 in New York City.
[ Star Wars Verse Starter Call ]
Bounty hunter for sure--he does have a little bit of Boba Fett, think they would probably go well together actually. Or not. But yeah, i vote Bounty hunter for ya |D
[ Right~! I was definitely leaning more towards the Bounty Hunter. I just think he’d be more of a, ‘I’m not anyone but my own side’ and ‘I don’t think either of you are right’ kinda thing. So yeah, I’m definitely gonna go for Bounty Hunter. ]
[ I’m trying to decide if Frank would be with the Resistance or if he would be a Bounty Hunter for my Star Wars AU. ]
Reblog if you're willing to do fairly violent RPs
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2.06 // 2.10
✘ // an eye for an eye? u get 2, too.
frank’s reaction to; accepting
✘ = hugging them
@thexdevilsxsecretary
It’s a heat of the moment kinda thing. The exhilaration of being ALIVE. Of still breathing. Or… more of the fact that HE’S still breathing. Because the last time they had really seen each other, the last time they had been able to talk to each other.
You do this and that’s it. I’m done. You’re dead to me.
And he had said three simple words in response. I’m already dead. And that was the simple truth. He felt DEAD inside. Had since he held his baby girl in his arms as she died. But still, he had showed up at Karen’s apartment, which was still being repaired, he had half expected the door to be slammed in his face or some form of angry words. But she hadn’t done that.
She had hugged him. Like she had MISSED him. Like she was happy to see him alive an standing in front of him. But it’s been a while since he’s been hugged, so he stood there for a minute, arms limp at his side as she squeezes him. He waits a few more seconds before he wraps his own arms around her, hugging her tightly. It’s strange to have a kinda comfort like this. He only HOLDS her for a few seconds before letting go, letting her continue to hug him. “’m fine.”
You hit them and they get back up. I hit them and they stay down.
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回
frank’s reaction to; accepting
回 = patching a wound .
It’s becoming more and more obvious that she’s NEVER done this before. She’s a bit rough, and she keeps tugging a bit too much on the thread she’s using to sew up his side. But he WON’T complain, she didn’t have to help him at all, she could have left it for him to do one his own. Her hands are cool though, so they feel nice against his over heated skin. Like he said, he won’t complain. He closes his eyes, loses himself in the little bit of pain, it grounds him. Reminds him he’s human. That he CAN be hurt. But he ignores those thoughts, they can be dangerous to have.
It’s strange to have someone help him. He’s used to doing shit on his own. Used to bending in awkward positions to sew up wounds, making himself bleed more in other places to patch up somewhere else. His eyebrows pull together when she pulls on the wound. “Relax. Don’t pull so hard. You’re doin’ fine.” Her stitching is a little crooked, but it’s still good, IMPRESSIVE for a beginner. “Take a breath. Have a drink. Might steady your hands.” He sounds careless, like she isn’t stopping him from loosing too much blood. “You’re almost done anyway. Like I said, you’re doin’ fine.” He would probably do it over himself, later when he was alone. Not because she didn’t do a good job, but because he could be a bit anal when it came to things like this.
[ WELL FUCK YOU TOO WALKING DEAD. FUCK YOU TOO. ]
"Sometimes I wonder why I'm even here."
violent and dark starters; accepting
“Don’t say BULLSHIT like that. Cause it’s crap. From what I’ve seen those lawyers. Nelson and the other one, MURDOCK. They wouldn’t be able t’do shit without you. They’d be lost. Lotta other people might be too. All those clients you HELP.” He’s not saying anything that isn’t true. He’s not saying it make her feel better. He’s just speaking the truth. “So don’t TALK like that.”
send one for my muse’s reaction to your muse ---
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alternatively send ‘ + ‘ after the symbol for the roles to be reversed where possible !
✘ = hugging them . Δ = playing with their hair . ❤ = kissing them . ₪ = asking them out for dinner . ☀ = giving them a gift of ___ ( asker’s choice ) . ♘ = stabbing them . ♕ = bowing down before them . ♒ = lying to them . ✿ = buying them flowers . ☾ = being found shirtless . ♢ = reading them a story . ☂ = giving them their jumper to keep warm . ✎ = speaking in a different language . ✏ = teaching them a different language . ▄ = telling them a joke . ♬ = singing to them . ☹ = insulting a loved one . ஐ = slapping them . ✂ = threatening them . ❃ = dancing with them . ▤ = falling asleep on them . ☮ = waking them up after a nightmare . ♣ = discovering them crying . 回 = patching a wound . ✮ = stargazing . ▓ = caught stealing their belongings . ☽ = wandering alone at night . ♡ = complimenting them . ≡ = offering a place to stay overnight . ☢ = falling over . ✦ = being well-dressed . ❂ = wiping blood off their face . ◎ = taking care of them while ill . ☁ = being caught in the middle a storm with them . ⇕ = holding their hand . ↱ = being lost with them . ☠ = pushing them against a wall .
These people, they took my children from me. They killed my kids! Don’t you get that? Then do right by them! Help me. Work with me to find the man who gave the order.
“You are my sunshine” [ waves back @ you from hell ]
Frank dies in Karen’s arms
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When she reaches the top of the stairway, she’s completely out of breath. her eyes are scanning the rooftop, as she’s panting, the cold air filling her lungs and the wind blowing through her hair. she’d heard gunfire, had seen him go down but Frank Castle survived an explosion, a bullet through the head and lord knows how many more incidents Karen doesn’t even know of. Still, he is probably injured, needs help. So she doesn’t hesitate, takes quick steps while she keeps calling out his name, over and over again. „Frank?“ She can’t see him. Where the hell is he? „Frank!“ Somewhere far, far in the distance, there’s the sound of sirens.
And then she sees him. It’s dark, but there is no doubt it’s Frank. He’s lying on the floor in a huge puddle and it takes her a moment to realize that this puddle is Frank’s blood, a lot of it. Too much of it. Her feet start running on their own accord and somehow, she manages to kick off her heels on the way. The sound she makes when she falls to her knees beside him is something between a gasp and a sob. Shaky hands reach out to grab his face, tilting his head to make him look at her.
The horror of seeing Frank Castle like that, nearly lifeless, no sign on his face that he even recognizes her, is something she hasn’t felt in a long time. She’s utterly terrified. „Frank? Hey, hey Frank! Listen to me, look at me, okay? What.. what happened?“ But she gets the answer when she tilts his head further. There’s a gaping wound at his throat and she doesn’t need light to know it looks impossibly nasty. Flesh, blood, muscles. It nearly makes her want to throw up but she manages to get a hold on herself and focus. She fumbles with her scarf, presses the fabric against the open wound with as much pressure as she can manage.
„Shit. Holy shit. Shit. Frank!“
The scarf is already soaking wet with blood and she lets go of it, the bloody palm now moving over his chest, his stomach, up to his face again almost frantically. She is trembling and it has nothing to do with the cold. „Get up, come on Frank, you need to get up! We need to get you to a hospital!“ They will arrest him, lock him up, yes, but at least they would help him. „Come on.“ She shakes him a little. He isn’t even looking at her. Is staring at the sky, his breathing raspy, his body jolting a few times as he keeps coughing blood. „Frank?“ There’s terror in her voice, a panic that she feels deep in her bones. He is dying.
She didn’t bring a phone. Why didn’t she bring her phone? She needs to help! She has to do something, anything. To pull him into her lap, she actually has to use both of her arms. That man sure is heavy. There’s blood everywhere, on her hands, her arms, her skirt, her blouse but she doesn’t give two shits about it. Her right hand finds a resting place on his cheek, her left is moving through his hair. He is dying, she knows it. The amount of blood he has lost, the fact that she can’t call an ambulance- he won’t make it. It’s a fact. And she wants to break down and cry, wants to shake him an tell him to fight, wants to slap him and scream at him to keep going, that he owes her that, that he had to fight because he is Frank Castle and he will not die like this, not here, not on a rooftop with no one but her around. But this isn’t about her.
„Shhhh. Hey, Frank?“ She only realizes she is crying when she licks her lips and tastes the salt. „I’m sorry I..“ Her breath hitches. „I am sorry I said you were dead to me. I didn’t mean that. I… I didn’t.“ Slowly, she bends down, pressing her trembling lips against his forehead, fingers still running through his hair. It’s longer than it was the first time she’s met him. „I’m sorry.“ Her voice is shaky, she is sobbing but she just keeps talking. „You’re a good man, Frank. You are a- you are a good man.“ Squeezing her eyes shut, she kisses his forehead again and leans back, watching as the life leaves his eyes with each breath he takes. Her vision is blurry but there’s the smallest smile on her face. „You gonna see them again. You gonna see Lisa and Frank and Maria. You gonna see them again, Frank. They are waiting for you, they will be waiting for you okay? I… I am so sorry.“ Frank Castle is dying and Karen can’t help but think that the world will never know what she knows. That nobody will ever understand that Frank Castle was not a monster. That he was a loving father and husband, a brave soldier. And a good man.
