#the stache is still unforgivable but what are you gonna do about it really

[ssaalexblake]

I know nobody cares abt Sam in snw but i find it hard Not to for ~personal reasons, bc I have this friend whose brother is uh, smart. Not “tumblr gifted” or the like, I mean Really fucking smart and his goals in life all perfectly aligned with what their dad wanted him to do and he can literally do no wrong, proud of him to the ends of the earth sun shines out of his ass bullshit. This isn’t a slam against him bc he’s a Really nice dude and knows full well what their dad is like and used the ‘can’t do wrong’ thing to support my friend, and did this even when he was a 16yo boy, so it’s hard to hold it against him. The siblings have a good relationship Because he’s aware the discrepancy for how they’re treated is so widely gaping and that it’s not because he’s so GR8, it’s bc their dad is an asshole. 

But like, my friend is super smart Too. Not Brilliant at math but by no means bad at it either but according to the dad she’s gotta be a math genius. But her talents are in the wrong Kind of places for their dad. She’s a brilliant artist, and biology is her preferred science field, and she was interested in archaeology and had the nerve to find a career that melds those things together. She’s also successful at it, is doing well.

Still ain’t good enough for Mr. Asshole though (I really hate this man, he’s such a rude prick. I had a dream as a teenager and it was to get to tell him to fuck off bc i hated him in general and was sick of having to comfort my friend if he made her cry bc she shouldn’t have been crying to start with!!! I had to have Words with my parents abt how they spoke to him because them assuming he’d be a decent parent got Her the silent treatment at home once because they had the nerve to complement her artistic skills to his face and it put him in a snit). 

and lol, j. kirk has NO clue what’s happening here and it’s not putting him in my good books, especially since Sam is actually Trying to fix some of the fucked up dynamics that their dad apparently installed in them to at least attempt be a decent brother, Jim is like ‘well change what you’re doing it’s not too late!’ like dude get your head out of thine ass, he’s Doing what he wants to and is obviously pretty good at it if he’s on the flagship of the fleet. A couple of jim’s lines i could have smacked him upside the head for. And it rubbed me the wrong way that Jim was validated narratively by being backed up by Spock. 

i want the writers’ sibling dynamics emailed to me stat so i can tell if this is going to improve or be something that annoys me the entire time for the tone deaf takes. I figure it’s 50/50 either way right now. 

[anna-hawk]

🪒 THE MUSTACHE ACCIDENT 🪒

Relationship: Frank Castle x Fem!Reader Fandom: The Punisher Rating: Teen and Up Word Count: 739 Summary: It's all in the title really Prompt: Celebrate, kiss

I'm ending the year with a special dedication to the @pornstache-club. I'm still not into it, but Jon as Blake in “The Unforgivable” has warmed me to the idea of Jon with a mustache. @darlingshane mentioned how he looks a lot like Frank, and since I agree, I decided to give Frank a mustache. Forgive me, all you fellow stache haters XD. Happy New Year, Everyone!

You're in the kitchen and finishing the preparations of tonight's dessert when you hear Frank walking in, bare feet tapping on the wooden floor.

“Need any more help or can I go shave now?” He asks from behind you.

“Shave?” You whip around, spatula in hand, some pastry cream flying off it and to the ground. “Crap,” you mumble as you squat to wipe the drop away.

Standing, you find Frank watching you with raised eyebrows and an amused expression.

“Why would you shave?” You ask again, putting the utensils away for now.

“Maybe so our friends can see my face?” Frank chuckles, scratching over his beard, which, admittedly, has gotten rather long.

“People can see your face just fine… But you could… trim it?”

“Nah, that would take forever to get just right. And it's startin' to itch a bit anyway.”

“But…” You trail off, not knowing what else to say to make him change his mind.

“It'll grow back, you know.” He approaches you and puts his hands on your lower waist; you lift yours to put them on his shoulders. “I'll give you more beard-burn next year,” Frank grins with a knowing look, making you slap at his chest with a playful gasp of outrage.

“Fine… if you must.” You sigh dramatically and push him towards the bathroom, the man chuckling as he walks off.

You resume working on the dessert while you hear the beard trimmer buzzing to life. You don’t know how much time passes, but you’ve just put the cake in the fridge, when Frank comes back.

“Hey, how about I keep this for tonight?”

You had already been turning towards him while he’d been speaking, so you burst out into loud laughter even before he’d finished his sentence.

“What have you done?” You wheeze, staring with wide eyes at Frank with… a goddamn mustache.

Frank’s eyebrows lift as you keep giggling, a hand over your mouth to stop the sounds, but it’s rather useless.

“I meant it as a joke, but it’s not that bad.” Frank strokes his index and thumb over the mustache, from one end to the other, in a swiping motion.

“Frank,” you snort. “It’s a pornstache, is what it is.”

You laugh even harder at your own observation and see Frank mouth the word “pornstache” with a frown.

Frank rolls his eyes with a snort.

“Alright, Smartass. Gonna shave it off before you come up with any more names for it.” Frank turns on his heels and walks back to the bathroom.

“You’d have been a hit in 80s porn,” you shout after him, wiping tears from the corner of your eyes while you still laugh sporadically.

“Funny,” Frank deadpans in answer, making you snort again.

It’s barely two minutes later when Frank comes back with an expression halfway between amusement and exasperation.

“Looks like I’m gonna greet our guests like this.” He waves a hand in front of his still mustache clad face. “The battery’s dead and it takes at least an hour to charge enough for me to get rid of this.”

You blink a few times as you take that information in. Your friends are supposed to arrive in two hours, and you hadn’t finished preparing the table and drinks yet, things you’d intended to do with Frank.

“So this is the face I’m going to have to kiss to welcome the new year?”

“You don’t have to.” Frank crosses his arms and looks down with a shrug.

You look properly at Frank now that you know that the mustache was going to stay until at least the next day. You usually don’t like them. You love beards and Frank’s in particular, but a mustache doesn’t fit every man. You let your eyes drift over Frank’s hair, slightly longer than he wears it most of the time, the soft strands having been casually combed back by his hand. The night blue Henley he’s wearing highlights his skin and suddenly, seeing his searching eyes and his fingers swiping over the facial hair hesitatingly, you can’t help but smile fondly.

“You know what?” You say as you approach him, linking your hands behind his neck to get his attention. “I actually don’t mind it. It’s still your face, and I love it… You.”

The small smile playing at his lips echos on your face before Frank leans in to kiss you sweetly.

“Me too, sweetheart. Me too.”