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100%’ing a game that has no morally good ending because I hate myself

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FRATT MATCHING PFP FOR MY FRIEND DEVILSMAYDARE @devilsmaydare

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hi Frank

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Billy Russo & Brand New City by Mitski

“But if I gave up on being pretty, I wouldn't know how to be alive. I should move to a brand new city and teach myself how to die”

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frank castle needs to be collared and i’m gonna write it because i CANNOT stop thinking about it. he literally needs it so bad.

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there’s something about frank castle that makes matt murdock think, as he barks words at him, perhaps he is like the rescues he picks up from the dogfighting rings.

there’s something about envisioning frank castle as a dog waiting to be tamed, desperate and biting, so good at following orders and loyal to a fault. there’s something about matt picturing holding his billy club around his throat like a leash, taut and a reminder of who is ultimately in control. frank passes out, and matt debates on turning him in, but he knows what it’s like to be astray. he knows what it’s like to yearn for a master—it’s why he believes in god, after all.

so even when he threatens to rip out his throat, matt believes frank can change. and he finds himself thinking at odd times, when he passes muzzled pets with their owners and hears a growl from down the block, that frank was once like the dogs he passes on the street. he remembers that he’s already been there, and reminds himself that when a dog’s family abandoned them and they become feral, sometimes there’s no going back, even when they’ve been such a good dog in the past. matt wonders if being a good dog is why frank is like this, why he acts like he’s in the middle of a road, waiting for someone to come back.

he doesn’t know why, but matt checks on him on the rare nights he is both in the kitchen and not waging his war, on the roof two buildings away. and he notices there’s a medium sized dog at the foot of his bed, on alert while frank is sleeping. for a moment, he understands why frank loves dogs so much, despite how they’re loud and require more than humans can give. dogs do not care about who is evil and who is good. they care about who takes care of them. they care about who stays, who understands they get aggressive when they’re scared, who feeds them and isn’t afraid of their teeth.

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Anyone: I know that actor, what else are they in?

Me, having seen them in 5+ other things: I’ve never seen that person in my life

Also me five seconds into an actor I only know from the NMCU being on screen: that’s [character] from [show]

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My inability to make associations really is impressive sometimes. Karin Slaughter is one of my favorite authors and I knew that she had a Will Trent series and I knew that it also a tv series but I just not realized that it is the same Will Trent television series that I am up to date on

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there is always some fucking laundry and dust and some other shit

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there’s something about frank castle that makes matt murdock think, as he barks words at him, perhaps he is like the rescues he picks up from the dogfighting rings.

there’s something about envisioning frank castle as a dog waiting to be tamed, desperate and biting, so good at following orders and loyal to a fault. there’s something about matt picturing holding his billy club around his throat like a leash, taut and a reminder of who is ultimately in control. frank passes out, and matt debates on turning him in, but he knows what it’s like to be astray. he knows what it’s like to yearn for a master—it’s why he believes in god, after all.

so even when he threatens to rip out his throat, matt believes frank can change. and he finds himself thinking at odd times, when he passes muzzled pets with their owners and hears a growl from down the block, that frank was once like the dogs he passes on the street. he remembers that he’s already been there, and reminds himself that when a dog’s family abandoned them and they become feral, sometimes there’s no going back, even when they’ve been such a good dog in the past. matt wonders if being a good dog is why frank is like this, why he acts like he’s in the middle of a road, waiting for someone to come back.

he doesn’t know why, but matt checks on him on the rare nights he is both in the kitchen and not waging his war, on the roof two buildings away. and he notices there’s a medium sized dog at the foot of his bed, on alert while frank is sleeping. for a moment, he understands why frank loves dogs so much, despite how they’re loud and require more than humans can give. dogs do not care about who is evil and who is good. they care about who takes care of them. they care about who stays, who understands they get aggressive when they’re scared, who feeds them and isn’t afraid of their teeth.

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Knowing a fic author through AO3 is like attending someone’s thesis presentation and politely clapping at the end, knowing a fic author through this hellsite is like going over to their house at 3AM to watch them eat mayonnaise out of a jar

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Frank Castle is a Pitbull.

Effortlessly Loyal to those he cares for.

Loves with everything he has.

Extremely protective over the people he loves.

Looks mean and intimidating but is actually a soft, mushy, sweetheart.

Loves, Adores, and is good with kids.

I would Marry him in heartbeat if Frank became real. Risks to my life be damned cuz I would be the safest I've ever been.

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can we all agree that this was unnecessary (and hot)?

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sometimes im like "wow holy shit im being really fucking annoying. i should stop talking" and then i pull out my magic 8 ball and it says "youve always been annoying and your friends chose to talk you anyways. youll be fine" and im like wow thanks magic 8 ball. and then the ogre attacks me

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there’s something about frank castle that makes matt murdock think, as he barks words at him, perhaps he is like the rescues he picks up from the dogfighting rings.

there’s something about envisioning frank castle as a dog waiting to be tamed, desperate and biting, so good at following orders and loyal to a fault. there’s something about matt picturing holding his billy club around his throat like a leash, taut and a reminder of who is ultimately in control. frank passes out, and matt debates on turning him in, but he knows what it’s like to be astray. he knows what it’s like to yearn for a master—it’s why he believes in god, after all.

so even when he threatens to rip out his throat, matt believes frank can change. and he finds himself thinking at odd times, when he passes muzzled pets with their owners and hears a growl from down the block, that frank was once like the dogs he passes on the street. he remembers that he’s already been there, and reminds himself that when a dog’s family abandoned them and they become feral, sometimes there’s no going back, even when they’ve been such a good dog in the past. matt wonders if being a good dog is why frank is like this, why he acts like he’s in the middle of a road, waiting for someone to come back.

he doesn’t know why, but matt checks on him on the rare nights he is both in the kitchen and not waging his war, on the roof two buildings away. and he notices there’s a medium sized dog at the foot of his bed, on alert while frank is sleeping. for a moment, he understands why frank loves dogs so much, despite how they’re loud and require more than humans can give. dogs do not care about who is evil and who is good. they care about who takes care of them. they care about who stays, who understands they get aggressive when they’re scared, who feeds them and isn’t afraid of their teeth.