#netflix's punisher

[kamwashere]

pretty sure this is frank aiming a gun at him LMAO

[marvelsgirl616]

“Is it not obvious?”… CHARLIE YOU ABSOLUTE SAVAGE 😭💀

[smokeandleather]

[jpgmurdock]

daredevil characters as tumblr posts — part 1

part one possibly??? i might make more cause i love all these characters so much (especially matt & dex)

part 2!!! : https://www.tumblr.com/alcarazcore/770398755322232832/daredevil-characters-as-funny-tumblr-posts-part

part 3!!!: https://www.tumblr.com/alcarazcore/770591648020316160/daredevil-characters-as-funny-tumblr-posts-part

[peripatetic3]

“They look like they’re about to kiss” and it’s just Matt and Frank fighting

[apara-dise-penguin]

BEN BARNES & AMBER ROSE REVAH as BILLY RUSSO & DINAH MADANI from the Netflix Serie: THE PUNISHER @blairwaldorfvibezzz

[chaos-and-ink]

Matt: I can't kill someone, I could never live with myself. That's a human life. Also Matt: *Beats bad guys to SHIT and puts them in comas or leaves them bleeding out with severe head trauma*

Meanwhile Frank: *Gruesomely and brutally mass murders bad guys while calmly quoting a children's book*

[1800-l0g4n]

[seaside-storm]

Men who cover women with themselves in times of danger are priceless Daredevil Season 2

[sunflowersandsapphires]

Can I get sunflower for Frank, reader gives Frank a massage?

Frank Castle was one stubborn bastard. You were starting to think he might be playing it up, giving you an ulcer just for the hell of it. Usually, you’d force him to sit the fuck down and shut his big mouth until you’d treated whatever ailment he refused to admit to. But you’d had a long week, and Frank had been monumentally grouchy the past few days, brushing off all of your questions and refusing to obey your commands–so it hadn’t quite happened that way. 

Instead, the bastard kept groaning when he thought you weren’t listening; releasing this barely audible rumble from the back of his throat, a cross between a hiss and a growl, while he rolled his right shoulder three times. Always three times. 

About a week ago, Frank had disappeared for two days–returning with blood-covered clothes, an obviously strained muscle, and a contagiously bad attitude. Since then, he’d been favoring that same shoulder, and driving you crazy while doing it. 

Currently, you were sitting on the couch, curled beneath a blanket while you did sudoku puzzles in a well-worn booklet. Frank was seated in an armchair across the room, clearly annoyed that you had been cold to him today, yet unwilling to go back to his own place. Ridiculous man. The TV buzzed quietly, the dialogue of some single camera sitcom rasping through the speakers. It was calming..but not enough to cover the aggravating noise Frank made when he raised his arm to stretch it again. 

“Alright, that’s it!” You snapped, tossing your book to the edge of the couch and lurching toward him, accusing finger outstretched. “You have two options, Frank. You can let me see what the fuck is going on with your shoulder, or you can get out of my goddamn apartment so I don’t have to listen to you moan about it. What’s it gonna be?”

Frank’s dark eyes widened, his mouth falling agape at your icy tone. His arm was frozen an inch from his head, slightly bent so he could roll the irritated joint. Scoffing as you crossed your arms expectantly, Frank scowled at you. 

“I’m–”

You squawked out a laugh. “Don’t you fucking start.” Rounding the armchair and taking the hand attached to his good arm, you yanked him toward the couch. “The decision has been made for you, tough guy. Shirt off. Get your ass over here.” 

“You ain’t givin’ me a say anymore?” He snorted, tugging his shirt off with one hand as he trailing after you–finally finally letting you force him onto his stomach on the couch. 

“Nope! Honestly, you should’ve lost that right three ‘I’m fines’ ago.” Kneeling before his torso, you gently placed your hands around his bicep, straightening his bulky limb so you could take a proper look. As you pulled at his arm, Frank grimaced, drawing a breath through his teeth. “Sorry, Frankie.”

He gave a shrug with his other shoulder, eyes drifting down as you worked. Your fingertips brushed over his tan skin, admiring the faint splash of freckles dotting his skin. “No bruising, that’s good. Does it hurt if I put pressure on it?”

As you asked, you let the pads of your fingers dive into his skin with a touch more force, ready to withdraw if it caused him pain. Thankfully, he shook his head. “Nah, feels nice.” 

“Probably a strained muscle then. I’ll grab you an ice pack in a second, I have something else I want to try first.” 

“What’s that?” Frank asked, slowly peeling himself off the cushions and into a seated position as you bustled about the apartment. 

“I’m not telling you, because you’d fight me.” You called from the bedroom, between the clatter of you looking through drawers for some unknown item. 

Staring at your ceiling with a knowing smirk, Frank shook his head noiselessly, fighting the urge to mess with his sore muscle. Rolling his head from side to side, he mustered all the patience he had in his body, lingering on the couch until you returned…with a bottle of lotion?

With a smug grin, you slid behind him, slipping your leg into the curve of his waist bordering the back of the couch. Lotion squelched through the pump and into your hand as you wriggled your way around Frank, tilting him forward slightly. “If it starts to hurt, tell me and I’ll stop. But you’re getting a massage, Castle.”

Before he could protest, cool hands dug into his aching shoulder, drawing a relieved moan from his lips as they worked at the giant knot beneath his skin. He could practically hear your self-satisfied smile. “Yah, feels nice, doesn’t it? Could’ve done this for you days ago if you’d admitted to the pain, tough guy.” 

“Didn’t hurt then.” He retorted, lips twitching with amusement when you huffed in annoyance. In retaliation, you kneaded at the junction of his neck and shoulder, humming pridefully when his chin dropped to his chest with relief. 

The motions were soothing, repetitive. Your warm fingers circling the various points of tension along the corner of his upper back, slowly unraveling them with short, sharp movements. His body was becoming more pliable by the minute, melting into your lap as you lovingly rubbed at his injured arm. Once he was fully slumped against you, eyes closed and breaths heavy, you set the lotion aside, tangling your fingers in his hair. 

“Feeling better?” You murmured, brushing your nose over the shell of his ear. 

“If that helps ya sleep at night,” Frank teased, unable to hide the immense gratitude from his voice. “Thanks, sweetheart.”

“Anytime, love.” Planting a gentle kiss on his left shoulder, you resumed carding through his hair, leaning back against the arm of the couch with Frank supported by your torso.

[sad-endings-suck]

“ew no, 😫 i hate that ship!”

okay?? so go cry about it. tf you want from me?

[marvelsgirl616]

an absolute wh*re for this man. 🧎‍♀️

[waffles505]

A fan edit made by me (editsbychel on youtube) as a love letter & thank you to my favorite show of all time, Stranger Things *All footage belongs to Netflix and the song rights belong to Phoebe Bridgers. Can't wait for season 5! #strangerthings

[luckyshinyhunter]

😈👊Everytime Matt Murdock shows up, a angel gets its wings!👊😈

[marikhmuseum]

if I said polycule then what

[jpgmurdock]

daredevil characters as funny tumblr posts — part 2

i made more 😈 (i don’t want to hear a word about how almost all of these are dex)

part 1!!!: https://www.tumblr.com/alcarazcore/770329092039049216/daredevil-characters-as-tumblr-posts-part-1

part 3!!!: https://www.tumblr.com/alcarazcore/770591648020316160/daredevil-characters-as-funny-tumblr-posts-part