i want to be someones karen

i think you’re really beautiful

a playlist for someone who i hope will realize someday how beautiful they are

multi-love - unknown mortal orchestra
the only one - the black keys
keep on lying - tame impala
the chase - future islands
i follow you - melody’s echo chamber
derka blues  - the growlers
i think you’re really beautiful - starry cat
pepsi/coke suicide - elvis depressedly
no other heart - mac demarco
sometimes - beach fossils
i wanna be a witch - julia brown
i don’t want to get over you - the magnetic fields
ooo - karen o

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Dear Karen,

If you’re reading this it means I actually worked up the courage to mail it, so good for me. You don’t know me very well but if you get me started I have a tendency to go on and on about how hard the writing is for me. But this, this is the hardest thing I’ve ever had to write.

There’s no easy way to say this so I’ll just say it, I met someone. It was an accident, I wasn’t looking for it, it wasn’t on the make, it was a perfect storm. She said one thing, I said another, next thing I knew, I wanted to spend the rest of my life in the middle of that conversation. Now there’s this feeling in my gut she might be the one. She’s completely nuts in a way that makes me smile, highly neurotic with a great deal of maintenance required, she is you, Karen. That’s the good news.

The bad is I don’t know how to be with you right now. And that scares the shit out of me. Because if I’m not with you right now, I have this feeling that we’ll get lost out there. It’s a big, bad world full of twists and turns. And people have a way of blinking and missing the moment. The moment that could have changed everything. I don’t know what’s going on with us, and I can’t tell you why you should waste the leap of faith on the likes of me, but damn you smell good. Like home. And you make excellent coffee. That’s got to count for something right?

Call me.

Unfaithfully yours,

Hank Moody.

—  My favorite love letter.
I DON’T WANT TO BE THE PERSON WHO ISN’T LISTENING WHEN SOMEONE TALKS; INSTEAD, THINKING ABOUT YOUR EYES, YOUR HAIR, YOUR LIPS, YOUR VOICE. BUT I CAN’T HELP IT. YOU CAN’T TELL YOURSELF NOT TO THINK ABOUT SOMEONE — THAT’S JUST ASKING TO THINK ABOUT THEM EVEN MORE. IT’S LIKE RIDING A WAVE, I GUESS. I HAVE TO WAIT FOR THIS LOVE TO CREST AND FALL AND THEN I’LL FINALLY BE ABLE TO FUNCTION KNOWING YOU’RE SO FAR AWAY FROM ME, WITH NO END IN SIGHT.
—  Karen Noble.
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“As a first-generation Japanese American, I’ve always wanted to play a samurai warrior like my Suicide Squad character, Katana. Samurai are almost always male, so growing up in America I had a hard time figuring out role models. Katana and I may not have the same personality, but coming from the same cultural upbringing, we share core values.

In Japanese culture there’s this idea of putting others before yourself, but I’ve also never wanted to let myself down. Someone recently told me how refreshing it is to see an Asian woman as a superhero. That stuck with me. Stand up for yourself and what you love.” - Karen Fukuhara, Suicide Squad (2016)

Alex said she was “almost 30” so like 28. That means her ten year high school reunion is coming up. I would sell my soul to Lord Cheeto Toupee for an episode where she drags Maggie to midvale for the reunion and of course someone gets murdered or something and they have to investigate and they find out the high school bio teacher is like a bug from Neptune that feeds on white straight males. They work the case while also sticking it to Alex’s high school nemesis Karen and her bimbo side kick Becky who called Alex boxy in the tenth grade and told Brad Football that she had herpes. In the end, they defeat the bad guy in glorious fashion and slow dance to “I Don’t Want to Miss a Thing” by Aerosmith in the gym that now has a hole in the roof and all the decorations are destroyed with alien bits and bullet holes.

“Katana and I may not have the same personality, but coming from the same cultural upbringing, we share core values. In Japanese culture there’s this idea of putting others before yourself, but I’ve also never wanted to let myself down. Someone recently told me how refreshing it is to see an Asian woman as a superhero. That stuck with me. Stand up for yourself and what you love.”

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“There is someone in her that is kind of addicted to adrenaline and danger, but she wants to be a nice person who does good things and is trustworthy. That’s kind of a fun conflict to play.” ― Deborah Ann Woll talks about Karen Page.

“It’s rare to see an Asian female take on the role of a badass. As a first-generation Japanese American, I’ve always wanted to play a samurai warrior like my Suicide Squad character, Katana. Samurai are almost always male, so growing up in America I had a hard time figuring out role models. Katana and I may not have the same personality, but coming from the same cultural upbringing, we share core values. In Japanese culture there’s this idea of putting others before yourself, but I’ve also never wanted to let myself down. Someone recently told me how refreshing it is to see an Asian woman as a superhero. That stuck with me. Stand up for yourself and what you love.” - Karen Fukuhara on her role as Katana in Suicide Squad (2016)

Request: “Karen drunk dials Frank”

It had been three days since Karen lost her job at the Bulletin. Three days since finding out she had failed the people she had promised to help. Three days since she had lost herself. And in those three days, she had been home for about five hours in total.

The rest of her days were spent at a bar in a not-so-nice part of Hell’s Kitchen. She didn’t want to see Matt or Foggy at Josie’s, and being out of the city she was familiar with let her pretend she was someone else entirely.

Until she didn’t feel like being alone anymore.

Frank was at the small hut in the woods that he had called home for the past few months, cleaning out a few of his guns, when the his cell phone started ringing. The cell phone that only one person had the number to.

“Karen?” he answered, immediately worried.

“Frank!” Karen slurred in return. “I like your voice Frank, did you know that?”

Frank narrowed his eyes and he focused on her words, trying to make them out over the clinking of glasses and music.

“Karen? Where are you?”

“I’m at Marvin’s,” she told him casually. “It’s prettier than I thought and you know what? The whiskey is two dollars cheaper than Josie’s, can you believe?”

“Sounds like you’ve had quite a few there ma’am,” he returned, still worried.

“What else do I have to do?” she asked, taking a break to down the rest of her glass. “I just wanted to make sure you were alive, I always worry you’re not, you know? I want you to be safe,”

Frank listened to her words, grabbing his jacket and walking out the door. He knew where Marvin’s was. It was in a part of Hell’s Kitchen that he didn’t like to think about Karen in. Especially not alone, and drunk.

“Marvin’s, huh?” Frank asked again, keeping the conversation going as he began walking down the long road to the city. “You’re alone?”

“There’s so many people here,” Karen told him excitedly. “I think it’s someone’s birthday. But why would they come here for a birthday? Hey Frank, when’s your birthday?”

Frank could almost grin at the drunk conversation she was having with herself. As long as he kept her on the phone talking, he knew she would be okay until he got there.

“I don’t think you’d remember if I told you,” he chuckled.

“Yes I would!” Karen argued. “I remember everything about you Frank,”

Then Frank couldn’t hold back his grin.

“That so?”

“Mm hmm,” she agreed.

As Frank kept walking, he could hear Karen’s breathing on the side of the phone. She was tired, he could tell by her voice, and he picked up his pace.

“What are you thinking about?” he asked, trying to keep her awake and on the phone.

“When you come over,” she sighed. “I don’t like it when you leave. Sometimes I wish you would stay,”

Frank’s pace slowed at her words, his mind processing her words. It had been a long time since he had heard anyone say that to him.

“I’m sorry I called you,” Karen admit.

“No, you call me whenever you want,” Frank assured.

He kept her talking for the rest of his journey to Marvin’s bar, scoping out the crowd inside before he ventured in. She was sitting at the end of the bar on her own, surrounded by empty glasses and a handful of peanuts she had been pushing around.

When she saw him, her eyes were almost closed, her eyelids heavy with exhaustion.

“Come on,” he guided, wrapping his arm around her shoulders.

Karen fell into his embrace, barely able to walk.

“You’re here,” she smiled, laughing. “What are you doing here?”

“Getting you home,” he told her, leaning down to grab her legs and lift her body into his arms.

There was no way she was walking out of this place, let alone home.

“You smell nice,” Karen admit, still laughing.

“You smell like a few bottles of whiskey,” he grinned back at her.

“Well I feel fine,”

“Yeah, let me know how you feel in the morning,” he chuckled again.

“Will you stay?” she asked, resting her head against his shoulder as they began to walk along the streets to her apartment building.

Frank didn’t answer for a few moments, knowing that it was a bad idea. He had always felt so protective of Karen, and he knew that those feelings were turning into more than just wanting her safe.

He couldn’t let himself go any further, but it was proving more difficult than he thought.

“I don’t want to be alone,” she whispered.

It was too difficult.

So Frank took her home, laid her gently on her bed and covered her with a blanket before taking a seat on the chair by her window.

She was crumbling, and Frank wasn’t going to let her fall apart. And he sure as hell wasn’t going to let her think she was alone.

listen. listen. frank could have solved the mystery of who was framing him by his goddamned self. he’s dedicated af he could have gotten to the truth alone. it would have taken him much longer, he would probably need to spill more blood, but he could have put the blacksmith shit together. for all we know, he does put it together, after the diner, when he tells karen to leave. 

but the fact of the matter is he went back to see her - greatly fucking endangering his own safety in doing so - because he couldn’t stand her thinking that he’d go that far, that he’d put her in danger, that he’d shoot AT HER OR HER FRIENDS, that he’d hurt foggy, that he’d THREATEN SOMEONE’S CHILD

haha and suddenly elektra’s “ i want to be with you; the only person in the world who thinks i’m good” line comes to mind and i want to die whoops i played myself 

“As a first-generation Japanese American, I’ve always wanted to play a samurai warrior like my Suicide Squad character, Katana. Samuraiare almost always male, so growing up in America I had a hard time figuring out role models. Katana and I may not have the same personality, but coming from the same cultural upbringing, we share core values.

In Japanese culture there’s this idea of putting others before yourself, but I’ve also never wanted to let myself down. Someone recently told me how refreshing it is to see an Asian woman as a superhero. That stuck with me. Stand up for yourself and what you love.”

- Karen Fukuhara

you know how Calum said when he was little he was super duper shy and his parents would even offer him money to just go and say hi to someone WELL imagine baby!Calum and baby!Mikey who are bffs and Michael always talks for Calum whenever lil Cal is feeling too shy or anxious, especially around grown-ups, and like one day they’re having a playdate at Michael’s house and Cal says he’s thirsty so Mikey marches into the kitchen holding Calum’s hand and announces loudly and proudly to his mom “calum wants juice!!!” and ofc Karen finds it so amusing and she asks “ok what kind?” and Calum whispers into Michael’s ear and Mike says “apple juice!! and make it two!!!” and Karen goes “manners, Mikey” so Michael tags on a “pretty please!!!” but Karen wants to hear Calum speak so she turns to him and waits and lil Cal just stares down at his tiny feet and mutters “pretty please?” aND IT’S THE CUTEST SHIT IN THE WORLD and ofc she gives them juice and some cookies and when they go back to play Mikey hugs Cal for being so brave by talking :(

reflecting on it more, it really DOES feel like they haven’t given me any reason to *like* danny, only reasons why i should maybe feel bad for him (my parents are deaaaaaaaaaad)

in the daredevil pilot, matt takes on karen’s obvious-lose case and believes in her innocence, springs her from jail, gets charges dropped, beats up the bad guys that try to attack her, and then offer her a place to stay. he is demonstrably doing something to help someone, explicitly because he wants to and feels like helping is his duty. karen is scared and confused and matt goes out of his way to help her: hero moment.

in the jessica jones pilot we see jessica get hope’s case, we see her wrestle with the idea of saving herself by running vs saving hope, we see her brave her fears to go help hope, we see that FAIL, and then we see her stay and decide to fight. we see her try to help someone, right from the start, against her own instincts and best interest. hero moment.

in the luke cage pilot, assuming we don’t know luke from JJ, we see a luke who doesn’t want to be involved, doesn’t want to be a hero, but he still helps out the waitress at cottonmouth’s club who is afraid of serving cottonmouth alone; he still intervenes and defends and prevents that restaurant from being extorted for protection money or shot up. he helps people even though he wants to stay out of it. hero moment.

in the iron fist pilot, danny wanders around trying to convince people he is really danny. he does not help anyone in any demonstrable way. he doesn’t do anything to demonstrate he wants to help people – he just wants his life back. the nicest thing danny does in the pilot is spout buddhist platitudes at a homeless person.

he doesn’t get his establishing hero moment – and honestly even three episodes in i don’t think he has had one. he has only fought, so far, to protect himself, or defend his name, and once to kick a kid’s ass because they dared make a joke in colleen’s dojo and he the lone white man takes this more seriously than anyone else there.

i made a thing

so there’s a beautiful post going around right now that basically asks: What happens when Foggy’s childhood bestie Dean Portman comes to town? Cue the jealous!Matt. this is my offering to the fic gods and my request for someone else to do better please!


Fulton?” Matt sputters, sounding almost indignant about it all but Foggy’s too busy being engulfed in a massive back-thumping bear hug by a real life J-Crew catalog model to even notice.

It’s funny, when Foggy mentioned an “old friend” might be joining them tonight (“You mean you have friends who aren’t Matt or me?” “I laugh, but only to hide my tears Page.”) for drinks Karen hadn’t been expecting this. This being the six-foot giant currently detaching from Foggy, clapping him on the shoulders and upper arms a few more times for good measure before finally turning towards the rest of the table.

Even in the low-lights of Josie’s bar Foggy’s flushed face is sort of hard to miss (kind of like Matt’s furrowed brow and the unhappy twitch at the corner of his mouth when Foggy’s long lost friend drapes an arm over Foggy’s shoulders). “Hey guys, remember my friend, the one I was telling you about? This is Dean!” Foggy claps Dean on his wide, strapping chest (Karen is just guessing but it feels like a really educated guess, based purely on the face situation she’s seeing). “Dean, this is my partner Matt Murdock, and our beautiful and far too good for us friend Karen Page.”

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Karen brings out in him everything that he believes he wants to be. He is able to live a life with her, in his mind, that is exactly the kind of man his father wanted him to be, that he imagined himself to be when he was growing up. And that’s someone who believes in the law, who believes in justice, who operates from a place of kindness and generosity and compassion. But she doesn’t know his greatest secret. She doesn’t know this other half of him that is very real and a huge influence on his life. (…) Elektra, on the other hand, she does know this side of him. So, in many ways, he’s able to be completely himself with Elektra and he’s able to be that side of him that he’s a little ashamed of and hides from the rest of the world. (…) She draws out a darkness in him that is there, but not necessarily the whole story either. So he’s pulled in both directions. – Charlie Cox

After thinking about it, I think Neda can only target Jackie, Cass, and Gary this week. She’s in good with a lot of people, Dillon and Emily are targeting Bruno, Deme, Ika & Kevin before they even think of Neda. Karen isn’t a threat at all to Neda, the French Connection not threatening Neda’s game. She wants to keep those people in so they go after each other in the coming weeks. 

The only people that threaten Neda’s game is Gary, Cass and Jackie… As she doesn’t have any trust in them. 

Ika would want to keep those three a target someone else like Bruno, but Neda is probably set and knows who to target. 

Levet’s voice boomed from the voice projector in his helmet. Etain could have sworn that nearby branches shivered.

“Go back to your farms and get ready to leave, all of you. Report to the landing strip in seventy-two hours. Don’t make this any harder than it is.”

“For you, or for us?” someone yelled from the crowd. “Would you abandon everything you had and start again?”

“I’d willingly trade places with you,” Levet said. “But I don’t have the option.”

Etain couldn’t help but be more interested in the clone commander for a moment. It was an odd comment, but she felt that he meant it, and that unsettled her. She was used to seeing Darman and the other commandos as comrades with needs and aspirations that nobody else expected them to have, but she’d never heard a regular trooper openly express a wish for something beyond the GAR. It was uniquely poignant.

They’d all rather be somewhere else even if they’re not sure what it is. All of them, like Dar, like me, like anyone.

She felt Levet’s brief embarrassment at his own frankness. But there was no gesture or head movement to indicate to anyone else that he was being literal.

[…] Etain had to ask. “Would you really swap places with a farmer?”

Levet shrugged. But his casual gesture didn’t fool her Jedi senses. “Farming looks quite challenging. I like the open spaces.”

Republic Commando: True Colors, Karen Traviss

I met someone. It was an accident, I wasn’t looking for it, it wasn’t on the make. It was a perfect storm. She said one thing, I said another, and the next thing I knew I wanted to spend the rest of my life in the middle of that conversation. Now there’s this feeling in my gut that.. she might be the one.

Say what you want I felt bad for Kevin especially coming from someone who’s naturally a introverted person in real life and socially awkward I know it doesn’t feel good when you feel like you’re in those cornered in conversations like he was having with Cass and Karen when you feel you can’t fully speak up and say something so you just sit there and take it. I can understand how uncomfortable he felt.