I never understood why it’s been almost 10 years and people hate on Rey choosing her last name. As is Star Wars isn’t FULL of people choosing their name.
The Sith- all were given their names by masters
People of Naboo (which as a daughter of a clone of a man who’s from Naboo, she is Nabooian) - Pick their name, like Padmé’s birth last name was Naberrie, changed when she was elected Queen and kept it as Senator.
The clones- some gave themself nicknames to make them not just a number
Changing your name in the Star Wars is very symbolic. It’s about choosing your own path.
Rey saw herself as a nobody her whole life, then she gets a family with Han, Leia, Chewie and Finn. It’s a new chapter, she is allowed to mark the new time with a new name.
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frank with someone who's very independent but actually pretty anxious inside? a person who can talk and appear pretty confident but really is super shy and quiet if you got to know her really. I just feel like he's pick up in that so early, doing chores for you he knows you don't like to do. AND when he finally gets you in bed and sees how shy you are he's shocked at the difference
OH. EM. GEEEEEEEE.
girl the way i could talk about this for hours im literally on my phone and im about to spit out all my headcanons on this (probably 700+ words on this, eyeballing)
if ur here for smut i have it bolded where it starts from
we all know, no shit, frank has UNHEALTHY habits. like man will rely on the fucking force and will power to get through his day, but the second it’s anyone else? it’s all of a sudden “nah, you knew you were hurting urself and you let it slide? nah you don’t hurt someone i love.” dhhdjeuxhdj man just fuck me on the wall don’t you
and i’m assuming like this is a reader who knows how to cope with that anxiety, just getting through her day and pulling through till she can curl up next to him at the end of the night, wanting sleep so she can just shut everything out for a second till the next day
NOW ME PERSONALLY. THIS FITS ME SO WELL. everyone assumes im an extrovert bc of how much i like to talk to people and openly try new things, BUTTTT if you were really close to me, you’d know how much i’d like to step back and let someone else take the wheel, how much i’d CRAVE it.
i’d be friending all night and day for a chance to just let someone control me (frank castle, baby, WHERE YOU ATTTT)
i think frank would clock you out so GODDAMN QUICK. in his life? false walls, fake personalities, they don’t work out. he’s gotta know who’s who at the very instant he meets them.
see you may think you’re masking your anxiety pretty well, or that you’re hiding this shyness great with conversation and such, but he notices. maybe it’s the way you tug on your sleeve, play with your rings, sway back and forth in a comforting rhythm just waiting to get by yourself again.
and here is our conundrum- frank castle knows you.
he all of a sudden knows the big ol secret that you’ve been covering for a while, because what the fuck? being vulnerable? huh? what’s that?
and it just shoots up from there, everytime you’re around him before you start dating, he starts doing little things to ease your anxiety.
maybe you’re getting food with your friends, he guides you in with the rest of the group, gets a table and gets everyone situated, and all of a sudden he’s telling you about this amazing dish on the menu that you’ll like, so you don’t have to worry about ordering. your fav drink? already memorized for last time. what? you need to book a ride back home? tf he just standing there for, “c’mon little lady, i gotchu covered.”
it’s so fucking pleasing to be around, relieving to experience, and just so perfect that you don’t notice he’s doing it on purpose, for you.
by the time you start dating, there’s so much trust built upon that foundation— yes, you can get bold and sassy time to time, but he knows at the end of the day, you want to be held. you want to just be held so tight like the rest of the world would fall apart if you didn’t, you want to feel like every seam is about to start floating apart if he doesn’t get those huge arms around you right there and then, squeezing like a weighted blanket, like a safe haven in the midst of everything
(i’m so fucking single someone hold me)
any time he’d notice your anxiety tics, like your hands kneading themselves in your lap, all of a sudden observing the lights in the middle of a conversation, oh he’s step right in, getting close to your ear so you could feel his presence around, so you could correlate the moment you felt safe and maybe trick your brain into giving into the warmth js for a second if he could help
“smthn the matter? talk to me hun”
right, but you being you, you get all people pleasing, lighting up your face with that years-of-practice smile and answering brightly enough that it tricks most people
frank being the only exception, taking your answer if your in public and reapproaching alone, or if it’s in public and it’s someone else bothering you, oh he’s be so quick to pluck you out of that place like a daisy.
already planning getting your favorite drink and someone to sit and talk so you don’t feel like you wasted a day, tf was that supposed to mean anyways, wasting a day? with a face like that? ain’t a day wasted when he woke up next to that face resting next to him.
if you’re the person to feel anxiety from just a messy house, he wouldn’t even complain. by the time you got home, the dishes are already out of the sink and arranged
the counters decluttered, and at least the bed is made. it puts your mind to ease when you don’t have to do it after your day, able to just toe your shoes off and run for a hot warm shower and then get started on dinner
if you didn’t want to make dinner, he’s already tying his apron or calling up take out (where tf does he get his money from? ion kno)
if ur like me, you like to make dinner in a clean kitchen bc u can play music, dance around and get stuff chopped up, cooked up, smelling good and tasting even better and it’s a control that seems small, but it just lets you…quiet. it’s a process but it’s not tedious, it’s healing, yknow.
he’s come up behind you, those large hands on your hips (fucking veiny, large, calloused hands on your hips, fingers splayed with and across the skin, the balm to your jittery energy, the still you need to stop moving so much, the need for your desires, god, i could write headcanons about those hands itself)
anyways. he’s deeply inhaling with his head crooked down to rest on your shoulder while he peers into whatever you were making, listening attentively, letting you get into the whole works of it.
you babble mindlessly while you cook, here and there breaking into dance from the music playing, and frank all but indulges you, letting you have your little bubble in this home, if not here then where?
ok, shut up starry, she came here for the fun stuff, stop projecting ur domestics canons onto them
(cri)
ladies and gentlemen of the jury, i plead guilty. pls have frank castle fuck me. matt is my lawyer he’s a very good one, tell em matt tell em how much i need frankie to bend me over
(matt sighs from the table: this is a parking ticket.)
now before yall got intimate for the first time, he knows you’re a tease, it’s an easy joke that spills out, oh yeah you’ve observed it people love to gaffaw at those kinda jokes, and you love to please some people.
and even with him, the stupidest things, and you’re a tease about it.
you’re kissing maybe, or maybe you just feel the energy, and you’re already yapping off going on and diffusing tension building inside you, it’s not anxiety but you can’t quite pinprick it yet. he makes you feel alive, but it’s new and you try to rid of it
oh but he gets your quiet real quick doesn’t he. all it takes is a “look at me, don’t hide. let me see your eyes.”
FUCK. GODDAMMIT. HOLY MAMA HAVE MY BABIES.
eye contact is SO HARD when you’re strung up, the thought of someone looking into you seeing you when you’re not your perfect self, it’s horrifying. yet he loves you so; maybe even more when that smug smile rests at his lips, pulling you by the chin back in for a smile.
yall haven’t even taken your clothes off yet, oh he’s gonna get a kick outta this
and we all know we’d already be wet as a slip n slide at this point, but he’s a gentlemen so he takes his sweet ol time with foreplay, lips on your skin while he unhooks your bra with one hand (my favorite party trick you geezer, js for me?) and all of a sudden you’re huffing and soft pants when his hands grasp at your chest, squeezing, with those hands, rough and yet measured delicately, oh he knows how to string you apart like that, you’re not moaning yet, but it takes you by surprise, your breaths are ticking up at the end, you like this so damn much
but frank is nothing if not a clever bastard, he makes you say it. “u like that? cmon, say it, hun. tell me to keep going, tell me you like that.”
yessir yessir yessir. god you can’t even look him in the eyes, mesmerized by the way everything feels that you trying to tuck yourself into him, wanting everything, wanting closeness, wanting him.
you’d end up murmuring something out, and he’d respond that he could hear you actually, insist on the fact (except he could hear the change in your breath from at ease to anxious? sure.)
he wouldn’t stop pressing against you, a soft roll of his hips before you could even start your second attempt at the sentence, effectively shutting you up and going “m cmon, lemme hear you.”
he’s not talking about you talking anymore
franks not stopping till you’re practically whimpering that it feels good, that he should keep going, shaking like a leaf, so he shushes you up, making quick work of the clothes, and kissing you brainless
“mm so quiet hunny? where’d my big-talking girl go, huh?”
MY GIRL 😫
(i have issues i know pls move along)
now he’s got you on your back, or pressed against the headboard, anywhere where he pries your legs apart, a kiss to your soft inner thighs as a thanks, one hand splayed across your hip and the other trying to work you open and loosen you up.
your eyes are skirting around, going here and there and trying to find a place to rest, practically blaring in your head DO NOT look down there; do NOT look up at him; Do NOT look at those damn muscle chiseled shoulders; the LAMP. yes. the lamp, very sexy, just focus on the lamp.
aw he’s having none of that, two fingers deep inside of you, not yet touching your sensitive soft clit, the sounds lewd and slick. knuckles deep, hitting places u physically couldn’t with his thicker longer fingers, grinning softly at your hesitance of where to look. that damn smile is what got you into this mess in the first place
“hun, look, look at me, ok? nah nunna that thinking nonsense, just look at me…n feel—yeah, you like that? right there? good girl, lemme hear you.”
you’re trembling, you’re gone coming after all that, eyes catching his and struggling still, but it’s his girls first time with a man good as him, he’s gotta let it slide. (oh he’s just a sucker for you)
once he’s successfully got you coming the first time, he’s gone. driven mad. you got this sheer coat of sweat painting your skin like a painting, eyes twinkling while they look up at him with expectations that he’s going to more than fulfill, hands propping herself up while he slides a pillow under her hips, so damn vulnerable and soft and fucking willing for him, willing to put up with his bullshit and his paranoia, trusting him and letting him control the moment, letting him soothe you, your need, it’s all driving him mad.
MADLY IN LOVE MWAHHAHAHAHAH (i am so sorry everyone i am not a serious person)
he knows you’re more sensitive cause you just came, and every stretch, every touch, feels like bliss exploding across your skin. it makes you so damn beautiful in his eyes
your hands are so small on him, anchoring onto his bicep or his shoulders, finding some place to hold onto while he fucking rails you into that bed
you know what getting hit by a freight train is like? me neither, but franks hotter than one anyways so who tf cares.
he’s got you gasping. hes got you there.
and all that sass, the attitude, teasing you gave him? worth every damn second of this. of this nervous shy girl that he knows js what to do with
make a (consensual) mess outta her
if you thought you’re getting away with only cumming once, well. it’s a good think he doesn’t want you to think in the first place, so you just lay back and let him take of it, why don’t ya?
ok back to my wholesome thoughts. we going aftercare with this one
ok anyways else a little sassy after sex like they’re making up for how dumb they were during it
(everyone boos at me. matt murdock in the back raises his hand and nods. “she’s right” he says. thank you matt)
so he’s cleaning you up and teasing you about what a mess it is down there and ur like “well who’s fault is that?”
and he grins, pressing just a little harder into that mound and rendering you useless for a minute, till you’re back again and going at him and he’s just smiling bc his girl is back. sassy, attitude, he loves it all. (especially when you’re as nervous as a mouse under him, but two sides to every coin type shi, yknow?)
warm bath depending on how boneless you are, still talking some crap against him while he picks you up from the bed like a bag of grapes, carrying you to the bath, (you’re still going on by the way)
it’s so heartwarming, just the way you got back up, he loves it. he loves you.
yeah, he loves you, alright.
and he gets u sushi. lotta sushi required for aftercare. or whatever the fuck you prefer. fufu? shi there’s gotta be a place in all of new york still open, and there’s gotta be some poor door dasher still ready to drive it over. italian? why didn’t u say so, the aprons coming out again.
anyways. cuddles. u get it i don’t gotta say more i’ve said enough.
i feel like deadpool with the amount of talking i just did. if i yap this much again, someone PLS say “starry, stfu” and get me outta my funk PLS
Does anyone have recommendations for a good Twilight Princess playthrough on youtube? I started it with friends and I'll never be able to finish it so I'd like to watch a playthrough.
Y'know,I've actually never been in the Undertale or the Deltarune fandom,only got across that one Chara animation with sans plus the famous sans aus and how every skeleton was doing every skeleton in sight,but in the case of Deltarune and Kris in particular,even I can understand from the pieces of fanart that continuously jump my Tumblr feed that Kris isn't a self insert,that we,the player,are the soul and that Kris wants to break free and fucking hates us.
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Finally got around to making my Artfight Card! I might post some new characters to my AF during the event but we will see if I get around to it. Have fun everyone!
I'm also gonna be super busy this month due to work and us being under staffed so hopefully I will get out at least a few more attacks this year than I did last year. I'm also looking to improve my human anatomy so I have a few humanoid and human characters on my target list this year.
Thinking about Frankie knowing you have a strange relationship with sex and never pressuring you or discussing it, just always being there for non sexual intimacy and cuddling and just supporting you emotionally and never making you feel like you’re depriving him of something. Cause for me all that shits gotta happen before I even get remotely interested in sleeping with someone but once it does then I’m mad horny as fuck
head canons for this one:
first of all, YES, I mean, duh, Frank is so fucking understanding, because essentially I feel like that's what he wishes everyone else would do: just understand his character a little better
I think he tries really hard to find the clear defines of what you consider to be sexual and what's non sexual in your guys moments of intimacy, so prepare for some boundary testing in the early stages, from neck kisses, to holding your lower back, testing out what you're comfortable with
I firmly believe that Frank, even if you weren't in this weird limbo with sexual desires, would very gentlemanly wait for you to come to him first to take care of you. MAYBE just maybe it's a power trip for him to control himself until YOU can't, but it's also a sign of his respect for your comfort first. So you never gotta worry too much about turning down his advances.
If you feel weirdly turned on at some things, and not at the same thing at later times, and you don't know how to tell him you're not in the mood, don't you worry because this man will read you like an open book and put his hands away himself
"hey, hey, hey, you not feeling it? nah, don't worry about me hun, if your heart ain't with it, then i don't want it."
He's a romantic girl he will get you flowers, he will take you on cute dates (read: stay in the safety of his home where he can keep an eye on you and has complete protection down to the bullet proof windows he installed himself), so don't worry. he will NOT feel like this relationship is lacking because there's a lack of sexual activity.
in the event that he is turned on by you, miserably and horribly and practically ready to beg, he will excuse himself politely " 'scuse me, hun, give me a moment" and finish it off in the bathroom, take a couple minutes to will himself back down to a calm enough state that it wouldn't bother you or upset you what just happened.
Ok but what about when you finally do get comfortable?
FUCKKKKKKKKK I'm telling you the first time you ask for it, it's the sweetest, more loving, painstakingly beautiful sex you will ever experience in your goddamn life. if he thought you would like it, there would be fucking candles.
the first few times are like that, sparingly tossed out the course of a month or so...but the ache starts coming by more often, and sooner and sooner.
soon enough, he would have you bent over on every fucking surface at his home.
"hey, easy, easy, just take it, slow, breath...attagirl."
you couldn't even bake some damn cookies without remembering how deep he was hitting you, hands running all over your skin, trying to get more and more every second, every blessed second he had with you.
When he realizes how insatiable you get after you finally trust and give into him, it's free range from there. he let's you pounce him practically anywhere (long as it's safe and mostly sane)
in turn, he can practically read when frustration is creeping up on you, or maybe you are just 5% into the angsty maybe bratty thinking that day, and he's already grinning thinking about how great it's gonna be when he takes you apart piece for piece on your fingers.
"mhm, not so bratty, now, hun? nuthn' left to say?"
he would indulge you even if it's the middle of the fucking night
i think personally he would be down to try your wilder things, like maybe wax? restraints? no idea what you're into, but there's a good chance he'd be willing to play your fantasies.
on that note, if you're an absolute fiend to blow him all the time, cockwarm him, whatever it is, he would feel first of all) like the luckiest guy on earth bc he doesn't understand how fucking good it could feel to you to give him pleasure, like suddenly it doesn't go both ways anymore? secondly) gentle as fuck, head scratches, praise "luv you, hun, god, you're so good, so perfect for me" (CANNOT forget the 'attagirl'), and the aftercare after you give him head is so unmatched. he's so much more cuddly, he brings you up to his arms and just squeezes so hard like your own personal blanket.
anyways. yeah, don't worry, you're in good hands with Frank Castle.
(so sry for any typos maam I was possessed when I saw this ask)(omg ur my first ask)
