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Crack!Fic: Castle discovers Kate's guilty secret - her version of the Sims, complete with their characters beng together. Pre couple.

takeiteasykate:

It’s not his fault the guy from the phone company is running late. It’s not her fault either. But she did ask him to come over and sit in her apartment today, and he forgot his laptop, and he doesn’t feel like reading any of her books for longer than three minutes.

There are a lot of books.

But there is also her computer, the white sleep light slowing winking at him, goading him into action. Into doing something he may regret. Like watching porn.

Except, the guy from the phone company is coming to fix the internet. So… so why is Beckett’s computer on sleep mode?

He reaches to touch the space bar but withdraws his hand. There could be consequences to looking at her computer. He doesn’t want to see the business end of her gun.

But still…

He touches the space bar.

The screen awakes, not to a password request but the pause screen of a game. He peers a little closer, eyes locked on the screen as he manoeuvres himself into the desk chair, trying to figure out what it is. What could hold Katherine Beckett’s attention so fully that she would press ‘pause’ and not ‘quit’. And then he sees the green jewels and it clicks.

Kate plays The Sims.

His eyes widen as he gasps in disbelief. Not that she’d play a computer game – that she’d have time to play one in the first place is amazing – but that of all of the games she could choose from, she’s clearly bingeing on The Sims. No one leaves it paused to go to work. No one.

Except Kate, clearly.

He moves the cursor to the twinkles around the ‘resume game’ button and clicks without hesitation. His curiosity will be the end of him one day, his mother has always said, but when there’s a mystery to solve, and that mystery is part of the greater mythos of Kate Beckett, he’s like a bloodhound called Betty with a nose for the faintest of scents.

The tableau on the screen before him is of a picture perfect family, a woman with chocolate skin, sleek black hair and bright clothes, an olive-skinned man with what looks like a five o’clock shadow who wears a polo shirt and jeans, and a cute toddler running around in the garden who looks to be a mixture of them both. Rick smiles and clicks on the woman, looks around the screen to find the status bars that indicate her moods, blinking in surprise when he sees the name ‘Lanie Esposito’ on there. He clicks on the man and finds he’s ‘Javier Esposito’. The kid’s called Antonio. He shakes his head in amazement before frantically trying to find where the rest of the people in this Sims town live.

He finds Kevin and Jenny next, their four kids all ginger and fair, with two dogs and three cats to look after too. The sight leaves him grinning, knowing this scenario would make Ryan a very happy, if rather tired, man. Those two are going to be great parents one day.

Before he can get caught up in the fairy tale his mind is concocting, he wonders if Kate has made a version of herself. He goes looking around the town but can’t find a house with a pixelated version of her face bobbing above it. He does find one that looks a bit like him though, and he clicks on it. When it’s loaded, the vision before him takes his breath away because the green jewel has landed by default on Kate.

Kate Castle.

He never knew he wanted that until right this second. He wants to marry her someday. They haven’t even got close to thinking about being anything more than co-workers but he knows he wants to marry her. And seeing this version of them, with three cute kids and a dog, in a house with a leafy backyard and a white picket fence? This has set that desire in stone.

He moves the cursor to the Sim version of him and the pop up gives suggestions of actions Sim-Kate could carry out with Sim-Rick. He likes the sound of ‘hug’ and ‘dance’, also ‘kiss hand’ and ‘chat’. But there’s another one there that he doesn’t remember the meaning behind.

“What is ‘WooHoo’?” he whispers to the screen.

He hovers the cursor over it, debating whether he wants to know or not. A loud knocking at the front door startles him and the mouse clicks. The Sims twirl around, most of their clothes magically disappearing until their underwear-clad bodies disappear behind a pixelated circle. Rick’s eyebrows rise in realisation and he laughs.

He gathers himself together and goes to let the guy from the phone company into the apartment before sitting back down at the computer in time to see a congratulatory pop-up.

Rick and Kate are pregnant!

“Oh, shit.”

snerkflerks:

sleeping-horizontally:

holdingmythoughtsinmyheart:

what a beautiful person

And to the introverted theatre kids, public speakers with social anxiety, and florists with allergies. 

Somewhere in the distance, Beethoven’s ghost is applauding.


Love this

snerkflerks:

sleeping-horizontally:

holdingmythoughtsinmyheart:

what a beautiful person

And to the introverted theatre kids, public speakers with social anxiety, and florists with allergies. 

Somewhere in the distance, Beethoven’s ghost is applauding.

Love this

Anonymous
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I have a stupid prompt based on a dream I had. Castle leaves with Gina to the Hamptons but keeps their relationship platonic. During his interrogation in 3x01, Beckett is taken aback by that.

bravevulnerability:

"Were you sleeping with her?" The question tumbles out of her mouth with less elegance than she would have preferred, the words clipped and tainted with a jealousy she can’t stand to possess. But it’s been a familiar acquaintance over the last few months. 

And of course Castle picks up on it immediately, cocking his head to the side and quirking an eyebrow in unhidden amusement.

"How is that relevant?"

"Motive."

"Ah." He nods, but his eyes are still glimmering with mirth. "No. I wasn’t sleeping with her."

"Are you sure? Beautiful woman…"

"You know, Beckett," he muses, propping his elbows on the table and leaning in. "You sound kinda jealous. Not a fan of me being with another woman?"

"Jealous?" she scoffs, rolling her eyes for good measure. "Of you dating your second ex-wife and publisher? Tell me, does she make you do everything on a deadline?

Castle’s eyebrows rocket to his hairline. “You think I’m dating Gina?”

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Growth is painful. Change is painful.But nothing is as painful as staying stuck somewhere you don’t belong.
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caskett-coffee-and-always:

cassbones:

suppressingthejess:

why-am-i-narrating:

Every time she tells her kids to do something they don’t wanna do and they say ‘but mom’ in a whiny voice she’s gonna give them this look and walk away wordlessly just like in this gif. And then they’ll do whatever she’d told them to do because Mama Castle don’t raise no fools.

MAMA CASTLE DON’T RAISE NO FOOLS.

Kate’s feet felt like lead as she made her way into the loft, dropping her keys and bag on the hall table and unbuttoning her coat before sliding out of her heels. After stretching out her sore muscles, she made her way into the kitchen, where Castle was already working on cooking dinner. Joey was sitting at the counter, reading a book and tasting whatever her dad offered to her.
Now, he offered her a bit of the pasta sauce he was cooking.
"Careful," Castle said, "it’s hot." Joey blew on the wooden spoon and cautiously wrapped her lips around it, pulling back and smacking her lips a bit, making Kate smile.
"More garlic," she said, looking up at her dad.
"You sure? We already put enough to kill a whole armada of vampires.”
Joey nodded. “We need enough to kill a whole city, Daddy.”
Castle chuckled. “I guess a pinch more wouldn’t hurt.” He looked up, noticing Kate for the first time. “Oh, look at that; Mommy’s home.” Joey perked up, turning her head and smiling brightly at her mother. 
"Hi, Mommy!" she exclaimed. Kate smiled at her and walked over to give her a hug and a kiss hello.
"Hi, Sweetheart," she greeted lovingly. "How was your day at school?"
"Good. I got a 100 on my spelling test!" Joey said, proudly. Kate grinned and leaned down to kiss the seven-year-old on the forehead.
"That’s wonderful, Sweetie," she said. "Extra scoop of ice cream tonight." Joey beamed at her. "So, what are you reading now?" She glanced at the book her daughter had in her hands.
"Nancy Drew!" she exclaimed. "Daddy just got it for me." Kate glanced up at her husband.
"We went through Barnes & Noble after school," he informed her. "I got the boys some Sherlock Holmes  as well."
"Getting them into mysteries young, I see," Kate laughed. "You know James and RJ can’t read yet, don’t you?"
"They’re learning," Castle replied. "Besides, they’re the spawn of a mystery novelist and a homicide detective; Sherlock Holmes will make a good bedtime story." Kate rolled her eyes.
"So, where are our other ‘spawn’?” she asked.
"They’re upstairs," Castle told her. "Playing in their room. Can you go get them, though? Dinner’s almost ready."
Kate nodded, giving her daughter one more kiss on the head before making her way upstairs.
When she stopped outside the boys’ room, she couldn’t help but smile. They were playing with their trucks,making vroom vroom noises and knocking them together. RJ giggled when James ran one of his trucks over his brother’s foot, and the boys spoke in little voices when the people in their trucks fell out.
"Hey, boys," she said, alerting them of her presence, "whatcha doin’?"
The boys both turned to look at her, their faces splitting into large grins when they saw her standing there.
"Mommy!" they chorused, both standing up and running at her, full force.
As tired as Kate had been when she arrived at the loft after work, she would never be too tired to pick up her boys. She scooped them both into her arms and rained kisses on both of their faces.
"How was school, Rugrats?" she asked, walking into the room. She placed them both onto the carpet.
"It was good," James said, "Miss Ryder taught us a new song."
"Yeah!" RJ said. "Wanna hear it, Mommy?"
Kate laughed. “Maybe later,” she said, “but right now I want you to clean up and get ready for dinner.”
"Aww, but Mo-om!" James whined. Kate narrowed her eyes at him and RJ pulled him back, leaning to whisper in his ear.
"That’s the look," he whispered, loudly, "you don’t wanna mess with that." she grinned—her boys were smart, she’d give them that. She smiled at them and turned to walk away.
"Mommy?" James’s voice stopped her and she turned back, leaning against the doorway. 
"Yes, Baby?" she asked.
"Did you slay any dragons today?" he asked. Kate smiled, thinking about the drug bust she’d assisted what with the lack of murders in NYC this week.
"Yeah," she said, "a whole cave full. Now, clean." With that, she turned, grinning as she heard twin groans following her out.

^THAT STORY THO

caskett-coffee-and-always:

cassbones:

suppressingthejess:

why-am-i-narrating:

Every time she tells her kids to do something they don’t wanna do and they say ‘but mom’ in a whiny voice she’s gonna give them this look and walk away wordlessly just like in this gif. And then they’ll do whatever she’d told them to do because Mama Castle don’t raise no fools.

MAMA CASTLE DON’T RAISE NO FOOLS.

Kate’s feet felt like lead as she made her way into the loft, dropping her keys and bag on the hall table and unbuttoning her coat before sliding out of her heels. After stretching out her sore muscles, she made her way into the kitchen, where Castle was already working on cooking dinner. Joey was sitting at the counter, reading a book and tasting whatever her dad offered to her.

Now, he offered her a bit of the pasta sauce he was cooking.

"Careful," Castle said, "it’s hot." Joey blew on the wooden spoon and cautiously wrapped her lips around it, pulling back and smacking her lips a bit, making Kate smile.

"More garlic," she said, looking up at her dad.

"You sure? We already put enough to kill a whole armada of vampires.”

Joey nodded. “We need enough to kill a whole city, Daddy.”

Castle chuckled. “I guess a pinch more wouldn’t hurt.” He looked up, noticing Kate for the first time. “Oh, look at that; Mommy’s home.” Joey perked up, turning her head and smiling brightly at her mother. 

"Hi, Mommy!" she exclaimed. Kate smiled at her and walked over to give her a hug and a kiss hello.

"Hi, Sweetheart," she greeted lovingly. "How was your day at school?"

"Good. I got a 100 on my spelling test!" Joey said, proudly. Kate grinned and leaned down to kiss the seven-year-old on the forehead.

"That’s wonderful, Sweetie," she said. "Extra scoop of ice cream tonight." Joey beamed at her. "So, what are you reading now?" She glanced at the book her daughter had in her hands.

"Nancy Drew!" she exclaimed. "Daddy just got it for me." Kate glanced up at her husband.

"We went through Barnes & Noble after school," he informed her. "I got the boys some Sherlock Holmes  as well."

"Getting them into mysteries young, I see," Kate laughed. "You know James and RJ can’t read yet, don’t you?"

"They’re learning," Castle replied. "Besides, they’re the spawn of a mystery novelist and a homicide detective; Sherlock Holmes will make a good bedtime story." Kate rolled her eyes.

"So, where are our other ‘spawn’?” she asked.

"They’re upstairs," Castle told her. "Playing in their room. Can you go get them, though? Dinner’s almost ready."

Kate nodded, giving her daughter one more kiss on the head before making her way upstairs.

When she stopped outside the boys’ room, she couldn’t help but smile. They were playing with their trucks,making vroom vroom noises and knocking them together. RJ giggled when James ran one of his trucks over his brother’s foot, and the boys spoke in little voices when the people in their trucks fell out.

"Hey, boys," she said, alerting them of her presence, "whatcha doin’?"

The boys both turned to look at her, their faces splitting into large grins when they saw her standing there.

"Mommy!" they chorused, both standing up and running at her, full force.

As tired as Kate had been when she arrived at the loft after work, she would never be too tired to pick up her boys. She scooped them both into her arms and rained kisses on both of their faces.

"How was school, Rugrats?" she asked, walking into the room. She placed them both onto the carpet.

"It was good," James said, "Miss Ryder taught us a new song."

"Yeah!" RJ said. "Wanna hear it, Mommy?"

Kate laughed. “Maybe later,” she said, “but right now I want you to clean up and get ready for dinner.”

"Aww, but Mo-om!" James whined. Kate narrowed her eyes at him and RJ pulled him back, leaning to whisper in his ear.

"That’s the look," he whispered, loudly, "you don’t wanna mess with that." she grinned—her boys were smart, she’d give them that. She smiled at them and turned to walk away.

"Mommy?" James’s voice stopped her and she turned back, leaning against the doorway. 

"Yes, Baby?" she asked.

"Did you slay any dragons today?" he asked. Kate smiled, thinking about the drug bust she’d assisted what with the lack of murders in NYC this week.

"Yeah," she said, "a whole cave full. Now, clean." With that, she turned, grinning as she heard twin groans following her out.

^THAT STORY THO

Anonymous
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But breasts ARE sexual organs? They release oxytocin when stimulated, that makes them sexual.

algrenion:

ive had to deal w this argument before ok listen here

boobs do the oxytocin thing when theyre stimulated yes, nipples are an erogenous zone. Men’s nipples do this too. Now read over those two sentences and let the double standard dawn on you okay? Think about it if both kinds of nips release oxytocin when you do the touch touch on them, why is only one kind of nip considered a sexual nip? sexism that’s why

it’s ridiculous and technically makes a dude’s nipples more inappropriate than a lady’s nipples because boy nipples serve virtually no other purpose than to be stimulated by temperature change or by sexual activity, while girl nipples serve the added purpose of oh you know, feeding babies no big deal

but nah man nah both can be aroused so both nips are sexual or no nips are so make up your mind

you know where else is an erogenous zone?? ears. Are you wearing an ear bra/?? Why the fuck arent you wearing your fucking ear bra you trash put on yoourfucking ear bra youre not allowed to show your fucking ears thats so inappropriate and its makinng me horny its distracting me from my school work youre not following the dresscode wear your fucking ear bra yo ufucking

thestudentprincesss:

barefootdramaturg:

jewlesthemagnificent:

oldtobegin:

velveteenrabbit:

englishpracticenow:

commonly misused words - learn the proper usage of these words to get your way up to any English proficiency exams - IELTS, TOEFL, GRE, etc.

2,000 notes.

JERKING OFF TO THIS

OH GOD LESS VERSUS FEWER THANK YOU FOR ACKNOWLEDGING MY PERSONAL GRAMMATICAL VENDETTA.

By accident. On purpose. Never on accident.

ALSO, ‘amount’ and ‘number’ follow the same rules as ‘less’ and ‘fewer’, respectively. it’s not an ‘amount’ of people, it’s a number of people; by contrast, it IS an ‘amount of water’, etc.

magic-fantasy-life:

scorpio-tales:

electricrain:

columnnotes:

sktagg23:

I am SICK and TIRED of people objecting to seeing women using their breasts for what they are actually for. BREASTFEEDING IS NOT VULGAR OR OBSCENE.

I support breastfeeding all the way, even if it is in public.

And the award winning one:

THIS. THIS. THIS/

OMG THIS

veraflynns:

It’s quite when he opens the door; much quieter than he’d imagined it being. Ever since Gracie had begun to babble, there’d been an eternal babble of sound in their home. Not that he would ever complain. Coming home to the sounds of his wife and daughter became more and more special to him each time it occurred.The silence was deafening, however. It was half past nine in the evening and after Black Pawn had cancelled a signing, he’d been on the first place home to his girls. He hadn’t even allowed Gina a moment to think through the decision and try to reschedule it elsewhere. He thought about calling, but then contemplated the fact that Gracie could very well be sleeping and instead quietly toed his shoes off and crept through the loft, leaving his bag at the door.
He started first up the stairs, quietly avoiding the creaks. At the top he listened for some sign of life, but found none. He checked all of the rooms - including the one that would be their daughter’s once he learned how to tell her no when her little eyes watered up. (He had a feeling there’d been many nights spend with their daughter sandwiched between them). Afterwards, he checked his eldest’s room, the bathroom and the room his mother slept in when she was around.Nothing. He furrowed his eyebrows and sighed.Moving down the stairs, he checked in his office, checked the bassinet set up at his desk side and then heard it; the soft sound of water moving and his wife’s quiet voice. He found them snuggled in the bath, their daughter drinking from her mother’s breast.He slipped his phone out and snapped a shot, the slight noise alerting his wife who tilted her head in his direction and shot a dazzling smile in his direction. “Hey, Daddy.”He was never going to get sick of that.
"Hey, babe." His breath is a whisper as he kneels at the side of the tub, ignoring the aching in his knee. His hand lifts to palm the back of Gracie’s head. The six month old acknowledges him no further than a bat of her eyelashes. She’s falling asleep quickly, he notices, so he doesn’t pry. Instead, he presses a kiss against her temple and turns his attention to his wife. "Has she been doing well?"
"A big cranky," Kate admits softly, removing the toy duck from her daughters grasp as she stands slowly. "Pull the plug, will you?" She asks as she moves to stand, grabbing a towel and wrapping it around her body and Gracie’s. She knows that she will have to wake her snoozing daughter to help her burp and dress her, but she’s all too content to snuggle her a bit longer.
Castle does as he was asked and stands up slowly, hands bracing himself as he moves. When he’s upright, he dips his lips and grazes a kiss against his wife’s temple. “How’s Mommy doing?”
Kate snuggles close, too, their baby carefully resting between them. “She’s doing great now,” she grins.He can’t help it; he dips his head and removes the distance between them, moving his lips languidly against his wife’s. It’s only been two weeks, but two weeks without them was too weeks too long. When he pulls away only moments later, he places a hand at the small of her back and nudges her closer. “Bed,” he whispers gently. “Time for bed, Mrs. Castle.”

veraflynns:

It’s quite when he opens the door; much quieter than he’d imagined it being. Ever since Gracie had begun to babble, there’d been an eternal babble of sound in their home. Not that he would ever complain. Coming home to the sounds of his wife and daughter became more and more special to him each time it occurred.

The silence was deafening, however. It was half past nine in the evening and after Black Pawn had cancelled a signing, he’d been on the first place home to his girls. He hadn’t even allowed Gina a moment to think through the decision and try to reschedule it elsewhere. He thought about calling, but then contemplated the fact that Gracie could very well be sleeping and instead quietly toed his shoes off and crept through the loft, leaving his bag at the door.

He started first up the stairs, quietly avoiding the creaks. At the top he listened for some sign of life, but found none. He checked all of the rooms - including the one that would be their daughter’s once he learned how to tell her no when her little eyes watered up. (He had a feeling there’d been many nights spend with their daughter sandwiched between them). Afterwards, he checked his eldest’s room, the bathroom and the room his mother slept in when she was around.

Nothing. He furrowed his eyebrows and sighed.

Moving down the stairs, he checked in his office, checked the bassinet set up at his desk side and then heard it; the soft sound of water moving and his wife’s quiet voice. He found them snuggled in the bath, their daughter drinking from her mother’s breast.

He slipped his phone out and snapped a shot, the slight noise alerting his wife who tilted her head in his direction and shot a dazzling smile in his direction. “Hey, Daddy.”

He was never going to get sick of that.

"Hey, babe." His breath is a whisper as he kneels at the side of the tub, ignoring the aching in his knee. His hand lifts to palm the back of Gracie’s head. The six month old acknowledges him no further than a bat of her eyelashes. She’s falling asleep quickly, he notices, so he doesn’t pry. Instead, he presses a kiss against her temple and turns his attention to his wife. "Has she been doing well?"

"A big cranky," Kate admits softly, removing the toy duck from her daughters grasp as she stands slowly. "Pull the plug, will you?" She asks as she moves to stand, grabbing a towel and wrapping it around her body and Gracie’s. She knows that she will have to wake her snoozing daughter to help her burp and dress her, but she’s all too content to snuggle her a bit longer.

Castle does as he was asked and stands up slowly, hands bracing himself as he moves. When he’s upright, he dips his lips and grazes a kiss against his wife’s temple. “How’s Mommy doing?”

Kate snuggles close, too, their baby carefully resting between them. “She’s doing great now,” she grins.

He can’t help it; he dips his head and removes the distance between them, moving his lips languidly against his wife’s. It’s only been two weeks, but two weeks without them was too weeks too long. When he pulls away only moments later, he places a hand at the small of her back and nudges her closer. “Bed,” he whispers gently. “Time for bed, Mrs. Castle.”

WARNING: KNOWN TUMBLR CHILD PREDATOR HAS RESURFACED.

princessbrat7:

Forrest Gif, has remade and his new url is undefiningg.tumblr.com . Avoid at all cost, even after being exposed for soliciting nudes from girls as young as 13 years old he has continue to target underaged girls off this website. He is also extremely abusive, and manipulating.

felizverde:

piplups:



my god that gif was made for this moment

felizverde:

piplups:

my god that gif was made for this moment