Eep, I’m late! I’m so sorry, I just saw the post, but here we go, Kastle Appreciation Week!
Kastle Appreciation Week, Day 1: The Moment You Started Shipping Them
I… ohhh boy. I’ve been thinking about this a lot, trying to nail an actual… moment when it started. And what’s difficult is I sort of… I didn’t watch DDS2 chronologically the first time ^^; I just sort of… jumped in somewhere in the middle while other people were watching and I then went back and watched the whole thing start to finish. Which makes my memories a little bit weird because my first introduction to Frank episode 3 “New York’s Finest.” I saw Frank up there on that rooftop and fell in love with him immediately. Like… I honestly cannot remember a time when Frank wasn’t my fav. That was my one clear memory of DDS2 before I sent back and watched it properly, was OH MY GOD BUT FRANK CASTLE THO. Followed shortly by unyielding Kastle feels. And I, unfortunately, do not have a good memory of where and how that started.
I DO remember that by the time we got to “.380″ I was DONE FOR. I do remember seeing Frank throw Karen to the ground at the end of “The Man in the Box” and just
flipping my SHIT. So I can only assume I was DEFINITELY trash by that point.
I think, in all likelihood, honestly, the moment that did it for me was Karen stepping over the line in “Regrets Only.” Because up til then they hadn’t really interacted and I didn’t know how Frank was going to react to Human Beings, I don’t think any of us knew. And the lead in to that scene ALREADY had me dying because they used the HANNIBAL RULES for Frank Castle and I was just BRB LOLLLLLL, and you see Frank, purple as a prune, strapped into this bed, everyone so AFRAID of him they won’t let you get within touching distance and… I was losing it because I was just “I know the ACTUAL monster those rules were made for and FRANK CASTLE IS NOT THAT.” And Karen’s little “oh my god” at how Frank looked, at how he was being treated, echoed my feelings, in a serious, less hilarious way ^^;
So, they build up this HUGE stigma and fear in a very short space of time that Frank is this monster, that he’s inhuman, that you would be endangering yourself to go near him, and Karen… Karen motherfucking Page steps over that fucking line, gets ALL up in his face, shoves a photo THAT SHE STOLE. OUT OF HIS HOME. OF HIS DEAD FAMILY. in his face and tells him to stop resisting help. She’s given all of these warnings and cautions and Karen Gives Not A Single Fuck. I don’t know if it’s because she looks in that bed and sees a broken man or if Frank just said the wrong fucking thing in front of her and pissed her off, but she does not give a DAMN for her safety when she does that, it’s the last thing on her mind. She shows no fear, more fearless by far than Foggy and even Matt. She’s the only person who looks at the big bad Punisher and goes “So? Fucking kill me then,” like she doesn’t believe it, like she’s daring him. Not a scared fiber in her body.
And what does Frank Castle do? This heretofore presumed serial killer, this madman with a gun, this revenge-driven fiend? It’s all he can do to keep himself together. He doesn’t yell,. He doesn’t fight. He’s not even upset she BROKE INTO HIS HOUSE. He sees her reaching out to him and he takes it. He sees that one fearless act as the only lifeline he’s been shown since his family died and he looks at her like hope. And he’s never stopped looking at her that way. The one beam of light. The first person to treat HIM as if he were a person. He has never forgotten that and he’ll never let go of that. With every reason in the world to hate and fear him, she didn’t. Instead she put herself in his way and tried to help. And he is weak, weak under her touch.
If I had to guess, that’s where I started. That first, bristling, fricative interaction is so potent and so heavy I couldn’t stop staring either.