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still eating cheerios til you make yourself sick.
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The Punisher #16 (2012)
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My job was to keep them safe. I didn’t. I didn’t do it.
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#ECCC charity auction piece. Judging you.
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Then it hit me. All of it, you know. The first time I felt how tired I was, you know, I was just…tired, you know? You…you ever been tired, Red?
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2x01 | bang
no one escapes this. no one can get away. tell me who they are. no “they”. h i m.
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I love this part so much. It’s so indicative of Frank’s relationship with Matt, he’s so respectful of Matt’s ideology and he understands that part of Matt’s very fibre is his constant decision to refrain from killing. Matt Murdock is nothing but if not the mercy he shows to the scum of Hell’s Kitchen.
the fact that Frank gets this, and doesn’t take advantage of Matt in his moment of weakness, that he reminds Matt of the reason why Matt doesn’t kill in the first place, cements him as a hero and fundamentally good man.
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Jon Bernthal on his performance in the stairwell fight scene
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My moment of clarity? It came from the strangest of places.
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Years ago, Frank Castle watched as his family was gunned down in the crossfire of a mob shooting. Now he prowls the streets of New York City as the Punisher, waging a one-man war on crime.
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What is it, to be a hero? Look in the mirror and you’ll know. Look into your own eyes and tell me you are not heroic, that you have not endured, or suffered… or lost the things you care about most. And yet, here you are… a survivor of Hell’s Kitchen… the hottest place anyone’s ever known. A place where cowards don’t last long. So… you must be a hero. We all are. Some more than others, but none of us alone. Some bloody their fists trying to keep the Kitchen safe. Others bloody the streets in the hope they can stop the tide, the crime, the cruelty… the disregard for human life all around them. But this is Hell’s Kitchen. Angel or devil, rich or poor, young or old, you live here. You didn’t choose this town. It chose you. Because a hero isn’t someone who lives above us, keeping us safe. A hero is not a god or an idea. A hero lives here… on the street, among us, with us. Always here but rarely recognized. Look in the mirror and see yourself for what you truly are. You’re a New Yorker. You’re a hero. This is your Hell’s Kitchen.
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