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somebody that i used to know

It takes all of a day for Stevens to realize that Beckett is no ordinary partner. They’re on traffic patrol, parked in a squad car on the corner of 2nd and Murphy. It’s a bad part of town, and when he sees a clueless tourist get their wallet lifted he’s not surprised. He turns to Beckett to make a crack about it, but she’s gone.

That’s when he sees her, tearing after the would-be pickpocket. The guy takes one look and scrams, shoving people aside in his haste to get away. Beckett doesn’t falter, but stays locked in, gains on the guy. Who promptly turns a corner into an alley, out of sight lines.

Damn it. Damn it, damn it, damn it.

Stevens hesitates, but he hasn’t fallen far enough to let her go in without backup, even if it’s just him.

He goes after her.

The seconds tick by, too many, far too many, before he is able to round the corner, just in time to see the guy slam Beckett against a wall at the far end of the alley. It stuns to stun her momentarily, but then she’s back on her feet, grabs the guy again. The lowlife gets in a couple of good punches before Beckett pulls him into a clinch and takes him to the ground. Stevens runs up just as she pulls out her cuffs and restrains the guy.

“What the hell were you doing?” He’s angry and he doesn’t bother to hide it. They were doing traffic patrol, for Christ’s sakes. 

Beckett looks up, startled, and for a second there’s confusion on her face, like she can’t quite figure out what he’s doing here. Then her shoulders hunch, her face sets. “My job,” she says, then walks past him, back towards the car. Stevens watches her go. By the time she’s at the entrance to the alleyway she doesn’t quite manage to conceal the limp.

Stevens then turns to the petty thief they’ve (okay, Beckett) collared. Grabs his shirt, hauls him up. Said low-life decides that now would be a good time to start jawing about the lady cop that just kicked his scrawny little ass.

Stevens punches him in the face. (Accidentally, of course. His hand slipped.)

And as he muscles the guy back towards the squad car, for the first time in a long while, something unclenches in his chest. Maybe, he thinks, maybe this is what being a cop should feel like.

It’s a good feeling.

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Friendship is born at that moment when one person says to another: “What! You too? I thought I was the only one.
–

C.S. Lewis

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suppressingthejess:

It’s so sad how many of these apply to my life. Hahaha.

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suppressingthejess: k3llyk: tastefullyoffensive: [via] I want to do the vanilla pudding one. Oh my word, I’m dying. These are hysterical. I especially want to the first one. Hahaha.

suppressingthejess:

k3llyk:

tastefullyoffensive:

[via]

I want to do the vanilla pudding one.

Oh my word, I’m dying. These are hysterical. I especially want to the first one. Hahaha.

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The Persistence of Memory

I was shot in the chest and I remember every second of it!

This fic needs to happen. I’m not sure what it will consist of, but the title practically writes itself.


Kate Beckett is 29 the first time he meets her. He is 37. So why does he look so young and she look so. very. old. 

(He knows now that the first time he met her was actually a book signing at the Border’s on 19th and 1st. He’d come across the book while browsing her shelves one day. “In A Hail of Bullets”, one of his earliest Derek Storm novels. His name signed in the front, his standard “ksdalfjldk” greeting. 

He doesn’t remember. But she clearly does.)


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The Librarian Series.

He’s an archaeologist who doesn’t know when to quit…and she’s a vampire who’s so far away from home.

Is it wrong to write a fanfic for a movie you’ve never seen?

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Castle Possibilities

What about the book launchings that Kate missed?

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Kate Beckett’s Heart

She didn’t try to fight back. She just stood there and took it. 

And even as the rush of words poured out of him, he wasn’t too far gone not to notice.

He was the one made Kate Beckett small.

This time she’s not running. Even though he can tell she wants to. Her arms are hugged around her stomach, she’s hunched over, back to the wall. But some strange act of courage is making her stay. She won’t even look away. Keeps her eyes locked on his.

And just takes it.

That’s when he starts to wonder if she hasn’t been punishing herself for this for a long time.

—

Beckett is coming…unhinged. There’s no other word for it. And for the first time he starts to understand what it looks like when she goes down the rabbit hole.

It makes his blood run cold.

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falulatonks: commanderspock: lauranicus: stalins-princess Night Witches for those not in the know, night witches were russian lady bombers who bombed the shit out of german lines in WW2. Thing is though, they had the oldest, noisiest, crappest planes in the entire world. The engines used to conk out halfway through their missions, so they had to climb out on the wings mid flight to restart the props. the planes were also so noisy that to stop germans from hearing them combing and starting up their anti aircraft guns, they’d climb up to a certain height, coast down to german positions, drop their bombs, restart their engines in midair, and get the fuck out of dodge. their leader flew over 200 missions and was never captured. how the fuck is this not taught in every single history class ever #ur next war miniseries hbo #plz

falulatonks:

commanderspock: lauranicus: stalins-princess

Night Witches

for those not in the know, night witches were russian lady bombers who bombed the shit out of german lines in WW2. Thing is though, they had the oldest, noisiest, crappest planes in the entire world. The engines used to conk out halfway through their missions, so they had to climb out on the wings mid flight to restart the props. the planes were also so noisy that to stop germans from hearing them combing and starting up their anti aircraft guns, they’d climb up to a certain height, coast down to german positions, drop their bombs, restart their engines in midair, and get the fuck out of dodge.

their leader flew over 200 missions and was never captured.

how the fuck is this not taught in every single history class ever

#ur next war miniseries hbo #plz

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annabones:

I don’t know or care if this has been posted before, because if you haven’t seen it, IT’S AWESOME, and if you have, you won’t mind seeing it again. This is seriously my favorite Caskett video OF ALL TIME. Song is Fix You by Coldplay (but really, who doesn’t recognize that song?)

Made by: http://www.youtube.com/user/IustitiaVirtutum

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Kate Beckett's Heart, Chapter 3

“Undercover, huh. I thought detectives didn’t have to do that kind of thing.” The words are out before he can control them.

She looks at him in disbelief, opens her mouth and then closes it. Shudders, right in front of him, before turning away. It is only with her face hidden that he hears her voice. “Not right now, Castle.” And then she leaves.

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Kate Beckett's Heart, Chapter 2

There are many kind of rabbit holes. And it is the same obsessive need that drives her to investigate her mother’s murder that also drives her in other directions. Because her anchor was ripped away at the age of 19 and now it is all too easy to get caught in the current.

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One simple truth should motivate our work and affect every part of who we are.

Christ died for our sins.

If there’s anything in life that we should be passionate about, it’s the gospel. And I don’t mean passionate only about sharing it with others. I mean passionate in thinking about it, dwelling on it, rejoicing in it, allowing it to color the way we look at the world. Only one thing can be of first importance to each of us. And only the gospel ought to be.

– C.J. Mahaney, The Cross Centered Life (via premium-caskett)

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somebody that i used to know

It takes all of a day for Stevens to realize that Beckett is no ordinary partner. They’re on traffic patrol, parked in a squad car on the corner of 2nd and Murphy. It’s a bad part of town, and when he sees a clueless tourist get their wallet lifted he’s not surprised. He turns to Beckett to make a crack about it, but she’s gone.

That’s when he sees her, tearing after the would-be pickpocket. The guy takes one look and scrams, shoving people aside in his haste to get away. Beckett doesn’t falter, but stays locked in, gains on the guy. Who promptly turns a corner into an alley, out of sight lines.

Damn it. Damn it, damn it, damn it.

Stevens hesitates, but he hasn’t fallen far enough to let her go in without backup, even if it’s just him.

He goes after her.

The seconds tick by, too many, far too many, before he is able to round the corner, just in time to see the guy slam Beckett against a wall at the far end of the alley. It stuns to stun her momentarily, but then she’s back on her feet, grabs the guy again. The lowlife gets in a couple of good punches before Beckett pulls him into a clinch and takes him to the ground. Stevens runs up just as she pulls out her cuffs and restrains the guy.

“What the hell were you doing?” He’s angry and he doesn’t bother to hide it. They were doing traffic patrol, for Christ’s sakes. 

Beckett looks up, startled, and for a second there’s confusion on her face, like she can’t quite figure out what he’s doing here. Then her shoulders hunch, her face sets. “My job,” she says, then walks past him, back towards the car. Stevens watches her go. By the time she’s at the entrance to the alleyway she doesn’t quite manage to conceal the limp.

Stevens then turns to the petty thief they’ve (okay, Beckett) collared. Grabs his shirt, hauls him up. Said low-life decides that now would be a good time to start jawing about the lady cop that just kicked his scrawny little ass.

Stevens punches him in the face. (Accidentally, of course. His hand slipped.)

And as he muscles the guy back towards the squad car, for the first time in a long while, something unclenches in his chest. Maybe, he thinks, maybe this is what being a cop should feel like.

It’s a good feeling.

Friendship is born at that moment when one person says to another: “What! You too? I thought I was the only one.
–

C.S. Lewis

TUMBLR IN ONE QUOTE

(via everythingeventuallybones, quote-book) (via a-twist-in-my-story19) (via bubblewrapbaby) (via nena-fuyumi)

(via strawberries-andcream)

(via sonialisbon) (via thylil) (via findcakeeatcake) (via shesmelledlikecherries) (via randomind22) (via apples-cherries)

(via daphnebeauty)

suppressingthejess:

It’s so sad how many of these apply to my life. Hahaha.

(Source: whentreesfall)

suppressingthejess: k3llyk: tastefullyoffensive: [via] I want to do the vanilla pudding one. Oh my word, I’m dying. These are hysterical. I especially want to the first one. Hahaha.

suppressingthejess:

k3llyk:

tastefullyoffensive:

[via]

I want to do the vanilla pudding one.

Oh my word, I’m dying. These are hysterical. I especially want to the first one. Hahaha.

The Persistence of Memory

I was shot in the chest and I remember every second of it!

This fic needs to happen. I’m not sure what it will consist of, but the title practically writes itself.


Kate Beckett is 29 the first time he meets her. He is 37. So why does he look so young and she look so. very. old. 

(He knows now that the first time he met her was actually a book signing at the Border’s on 19th and 1st. He’d come across the book while browsing her shelves one day. “In A Hail of Bullets”, one of his earliest Derek Storm novels. His name signed in the front, his standard “ksdalfjldk” greeting. 

He doesn’t remember. But she clearly does.)


The Librarian Series.

He’s an archaeologist who doesn’t know when to quit…and she’s a vampire who’s so far away from home.

Is it wrong to write a fanfic for a movie you’ve never seen?

Castle Possibilities

What about the book launchings that Kate missed?

Kate Beckett’s Heart

She didn’t try to fight back. She just stood there and took it. 

And even as the rush of words poured out of him, he wasn’t too far gone not to notice.

He was the one made Kate Beckett small.

This time she’s not running. Even though he can tell she wants to. Her arms are hugged around her stomach, she’s hunched over, back to the wall. But some strange act of courage is making her stay. She won’t even look away. Keeps her eyes locked on his.

And just takes it.

That’s when he starts to wonder if she hasn’t been punishing herself for this for a long time.

—

Beckett is coming…unhinged. There’s no other word for it. And for the first time he starts to understand what it looks like when she goes down the rabbit hole.

It makes his blood run cold.

(Source: ovum, via daphnebeauty)

falulatonks: commanderspock: lauranicus: stalins-princess Night Witches for those not in the know, night witches were russian lady bombers who bombed the shit out of german lines in WW2. Thing is though, they had the oldest, noisiest, crappest planes in the entire world. The engines used to conk out halfway through their missions, so they had to climb out on the wings mid flight to restart the props. the planes were also so noisy that to stop germans from hearing them combing and starting up their anti aircraft guns, they’d climb up to a certain height, coast down to german positions, drop their bombs, restart their engines in midair, and get the fuck out of dodge. their leader flew over 200 missions and was never captured. how the fuck is this not taught in every single history class ever #ur next war miniseries hbo #plz

falulatonks:

commanderspock: lauranicus: stalins-princess

Night Witches

for those not in the know, night witches were russian lady bombers who bombed the shit out of german lines in WW2. Thing is though, they had the oldest, noisiest, crappest planes in the entire world. The engines used to conk out halfway through their missions, so they had to climb out on the wings mid flight to restart the props. the planes were also so noisy that to stop germans from hearing them combing and starting up their anti aircraft guns, they’d climb up to a certain height, coast down to german positions, drop their bombs, restart their engines in midair, and get the fuck out of dodge.

their leader flew over 200 missions and was never captured.

how the fuck is this not taught in every single history class ever

#ur next war miniseries hbo #plz

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annabones:

I don’t know or care if this has been posted before, because if you haven’t seen it, IT’S AWESOME, and if you have, you won’t mind seeing it again. This is seriously my favorite Caskett video OF ALL TIME. Song is Fix You by Coldplay (but really, who doesn’t recognize that song?)

Made by: http://www.youtube.com/user/IustitiaVirtutum

Kate Beckett's Heart, Chapter 3

“Undercover, huh. I thought detectives didn’t have to do that kind of thing.” The words are out before he can control them.

She looks at him in disbelief, opens her mouth and then closes it. Shudders, right in front of him, before turning away. It is only with her face hidden that he hears her voice. “Not right now, Castle.” And then she leaves.

Kate Beckett's Heart, Chapter 2

There are many kind of rabbit holes. And it is the same obsessive need that drives her to investigate her mother’s murder that also drives her in other directions. Because her anchor was ripped away at the age of 19 and now it is all too easy to get caught in the current.

One simple truth should motivate our work and affect every part of who we are.

Christ died for our sins.

If there’s anything in life that we should be passionate about, it’s the gospel. And I don’t mean passionate only about sharing it with others. I mean passionate in thinking about it, dwelling on it, rejoicing in it, allowing it to color the way we look at the world. Only one thing can be of first importance to each of us. And only the gospel ought to be.

– C.J. Mahaney, The Cross Centered Life (via premium-caskett)

(Source: suppressingthejess)

somebody that i used to know
"Friendship is born at that moment when one person says to another: “What! You too? I thought I was the only one."
The Persistence of Memory
The Librarian Series.
Castle Possibilities
Kate Beckett’s Heart
Kate Beckett's Heart, Chapter 3
Kate Beckett's Heart, Chapter 2
"

One simple truth should motivate our work and affect every part of who we are.

Christ died for our sins.

If there’s anything in life that we should be passionate about, it’s the gospel. And I don’t mean passionate only about sharing it with others. I mean passionate in thinking about it, dwelling on it, rejoicing in it, allowing it to color the way we look at the world. Only one thing can be of first importance to each of us. And only the gospel ought to be.

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