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Hell Hath No Fury

I apologize in advance for any feelings you have while reading this. I just…had angsty Beckett in my mind tonight. I felt the need to feel the special kind of hurt that only an emotionally tortured Beckett…or more accurately, the special kind of hurt that only an emotionally charged performance by Stana Katic can make me feel. I need to feel that kind of hurt that comes from the uncanny way she can somehow make Kate Beckett a 4D character, making me feel what she’s feeling through the TV screen. So…that’s mostly how this story happened.

This changes the ending of the season 3 finale so that Castle takes the bullet for her. I’m really, really sorry if this story makes you feel things. I only hope my words can do half of what Stana would do with the material.

I don’t own the show or the characters. But angsty Beckett has been in my mind all day, living rent free.

xxxxx

Staring out the window at the hospital, she couldn’t help the tears that slipped down her cheek as she replayed the events that brought her here. She’d been giving the eulogy at Montgomery’s funeral…and before she’d known what had happened, she’d been tackled to the ground as a shot rang out. When she’d heard it, she’d expected to feel the bullet tearing through her flesh, but all she felt was the weight of the man who had tackled her. The man who was her partner.

A strangled sob escaped her lips as she thought of Castle. Castle, who was so innocent in all of this, who was now here because of her. Her mind went back to the cemetery.

“Castle!” she murmured, realizing a second later that he’d been shot. “No!” she moved from underneath him and immediately rolled him onto his back. She saw the blood soaking through his clothes. “No! No, no, no…” she murmured, doing everything she could to stop the bleeding.

“Castle…Castle, don’t do this. Stay with me, ok?” she pleaded with him. “Stay with me…” she murmured as the tears slipped down her cheeks. He hadn’t responded, hadn’t moved. She could at least tell he was breathing…barely.

Another sob escaped her lips. There had been so much blood. Blood that was still on her skin, her clothes. She replayed the ambulance ride…the way her own heart had stopped when he flatlined and they had to shock him back. He’d been in surgery for the past 2 hours. A nurse had come out to let them know the surgery would still be another couple of hours. But Beckett hadn’t been able to leave, hadn’t been able to bring herself to even get cleaned up.

Lanie, Ryan and Esposito were in the waiting room, but all three of them had given her space. They were worried about Castle, of course; but they had never seen Beckett like this.

“One of us needs to go talk to her...convince her to at least get the blood off her,” Ryan said

quietly.

Esposito studied her for a moment before looking at his partner. “You want to volunteer to get your head bit off? Because I'm pretty sure that's what's going to happen the moment any of us go over there. I’m not telling her she needs to go anywhere.”

Lanie took a deep breath. “I’ll go talk to her, since neither one of you want to man up,” she shot them both a look. She approached her friend carefully, knowing this was going to be a tough conversation. She also knew the conversation would get a lot harder if someone came out of the operating room and told her Castle hadn’t made it. She knew her friend could take a lot, but she honestly wasn’t sure if that wouldn’t be the final thing to break her. “Hey, Kate…how are you holding up?” she asked, keeping her voice soft.

Beckett drew a ragged breath, a few fresh tears sliding down her cheeks. “I’m fine,” she stated lowly, withdrawing deeper into herself.

“Honey, you are not fine,” Lanie stated simply, her tone still soft, being very gentle with her best friend.

Swallowing hard, Beckett finally turned her head away from the window to look at Lanie, the heartbreak evident all over her face.

“Oh honey,” she embraced her friend then, her heart breaking for the other woman.

Beckett couldn’t help it. The understanding embrace from her friend broke the dam and she couldn’t hold back the tears anymore. “I watched him die in that ambulance, Lanie,” she murmured. “I watched him die…and my heart stopped for a minute too when they almost didn’t get him back…” A sob escaped from her. “This was supposed to be me…he’s here because of me…”

Lanie gave her friend a few moments to get it all out so that she’d be able to listen. Only when Beckett had pulled back from the hug did Lanie release her. “Kate…” she started, trying to find the words to comfort her friend. She didn’t think now was exactly the best time to deal with the can of worms known as Beckett’s feelings for the writer that hadn’t just been opened but had pretty much exploded because of the events that had transpired, so she tried to find some kind of words to offer her some kind of comfort. Though she knew the only comfort that would make any kind of difference would be a doctor or nurse coming out to tell them that Castle was going to be fine. “Castle is going to make it through this,” she started.

“How do you know?”

“The fact that no one has come out with bad news is a good sign. No news is good news right

now.”

“God, Lanie…there was so much blood…” she breathed, a few more tears sliding down her cheeks.

The woman was quiet for a moment, trying to decide how to best go about the task of suggesting her friend leave long enough to get cleaned up. “Speaking of blood…how about we get you cleaned up, hmm?” she suggested. Seeing the look Beckett gave her at the suggestion did cause the medical examiner to pause before deciding to try another approach. “Kate…I’m not suggesting you leave. Just come with me…we’ll find a place to get you washed up…Ryan told me he has a clean set of sweats in his trunk. You can get the blood off you, change clothes…” she took a deep breath. “Castle’s mother and daughter are in the waiting room. I’m sure they’d love it if you joined them…but you need to not have his blood on you when you go over there,” she tried again.

Beckett swallowed hard at the mention of Martha and Alexis. “Oh God, Lanie…they must hate me right now…that bullet was meant for me…”

“They don’t hate you,” Lanie interrupted. “And stop going down that rabbit hole. It doesn’t matter who the bullet was meant for. Now come on.” She placed a gentle hand on Beckett’s elbow and when her friend didn’t push her away, she gave Ryan a nod to go get the extra clothes as she led her friend down the hallway to find a place to help her get cleaned up and changed.

xxxxx

The door to the bathroom had just closed and Beckett had moved to the sink to start washing her hands. That’s when the shock…realization…set in that it was Castle’s blood. She was covered in Castle’s blood. As a homicide detective, the sight of blood no longer phased her…she’d seen more than her fair share in the years on the job. But suddenly the knowledge the the blood covering her belonged to Castle was something she just could not process. “Oh God…God…Lanie, get it off…get it off…get it off…” she started to panic.

Lanie barely had time to get the door locked before her friend was freaking out. “Kate…hey…hey, get what off?” she tried to calm her down.

“The blood…his blood…” she breathed, completely falling apart then as her back slid down the wall and she sank to the floor. “His blood…I’m covered in his blood…Lanie…he can’t…he can’t…he has to be okay…” she was sobbing now, struggling to breathe through the pain in her own chest.

“Oh Kate…honey…just breathe…” she murmured, feeling completely helpless to help her friend. She started getting some paper towels and wetting them with cold water to start cleaning the dried blood off of her hands, hoping that washing the blood away would help at least some. She

had never seen her friend like this; even when she knew Beckett had issues with certain things, or when something bad had happened to her; she’d definitely had her share of needing to comfort her friend, like when Will had left her. But Lanie had never seen her break like this.

It took almost an hour for Lanie to get Beckett cleaned up; it had taken over 25 minutes for her to be able to get her friend breathing normally again after she’d completely fallen apart. And now, the woman who walked out of the bathroom in a set of NYPD sweats had managed to pull it together. It was still obvious she’d been crying…it wasn’t like she had makeup to be able to hide that, but she wasn’t going to break at the moment. At least as long as no one came out with any kind of bad news.

Slowly, cautiously, Beckett approached Martha. “Martha?” she kept her voice soft. Seeing the older woman stand, she wasn’t sure who embraced whom. “I am so, so sorry…” she apologized as she held the other woman tightly.

“It’s not your fault, Katherine…” Martha stated as she clung to the detective. Finally releasing the embrace, she knew all too well the look in the younger woman’s eyes. Fear. Love. Fear that the man she loved wasn’t going to come back to her. She’d seen those emotions mirrored in her son’s eyes as well regarding the woman in front of her. “No one blames you, dear.”

Beckett knew she needed to seek out Alexis. She knew better than anyone the pain Alexis was feeling right now. She’d been in her shoes when she’d been just a few years older than Alexis. Taking a deep breath and steeling herself, she was determined to be strong for the girl. Her need to be there for Alexis had currently pushed away the crushing weight of her mother’s case, how similar this was to what had happened to her mother. “Alexis…” she approached softly.

Alexis had adopted a stance at the hospital window, much the way Beckett had at the other end of the hallway before Lanie had come to talk to her. She didn’t say anything, didn’t even acknowledge Beckett’s presence; she simply stared out the window.

“Alexis…he’s going to be okay…” she started softly, echoing the words Lanie had told her not even a full hour earlier, and managing to make herself sound much more confident than she felt.

“How do you know that?” Alexis spun on the older woman then. “You can’t know that, because you’re not a doctor! You’re a cop…a cop who my dad has been following around…a cop who was supposed to keep my dad safe…” she started in on her.

Beckett said nothing, just let the girl vent. She knew more than anyone how she was feeling. The hurt, the fear. She’d prepared herself for this. “I know,” she stated simply once the girl was done. “I was supposed to protect him. He’s my partner…and I didn’t hold up my end. And I’m sorry,” she apologized. “But he’s going to be okay,” she insisted again. Why couldn’t she just believe those words yet, though?

“My dad was only there because of you.”

Those words cut through her like a dull knife. “I know.” She swallowed hard. “And that’s something I have to carry with me for the rest of my life.”

The detective’s words caused Alexis to soften slightly. She took in the older woman’s appearance; she’d been crying. She looked like she was trying to be strong, but Alexis was mature enough to see the worry in her eyes, the guilt that was there. She was mature enough to realize that blaming Detective Beckett for her father’s situation was not going to help anyone; if anything, it would make matters worse. This was hard for her too. It was then that she moved from the window and pulled Beckett into a bone-crushing hug, letting her tears of worry fall.

Beckett just held her tightly. Quite honestly, she wasn’t sure if the hug was more for her benefit or Alexis’s. But she knew the girl was feeling lost, scared, hurt…the emotions she’d felt the day a detective had informed her and her father of her mother’s death. Castle had once asked her to look out for Alexis if anything ever happened to him; that was a promise she was going to keep. After another few moments, Martha joined the two younger women, wrapping them both in her arms as well.

Lanie, Esposito and Ryan watched as Beckett insisted on remaining strong for Castle’s mother and daughter.

“She gonna be ok?” Esposito asked Lanie after a moment.

She was quiet for a moment before answering. “Not if he doesn’t make it,” she answered quietly.

It was at that moment a nurse came through the doors. “Who is here for Mr. Castle?” The entire group moved over to her in answer to the question. “The doctor will be on his way out momentarily to talk to you.”

Beckett felt her heart drop. That didn’t sound like good news. And a moment later when the doctor came through those doors, her heart dropped again for a different reason when she saw it was Josh. Her boyfriend. The boyfriend she hadn’t thought about, hadn’t even remembered was working today in this hospital. Of course he had to be the doctor. The only relief she felt was from the fact that she knew he was damn good at his job.

“Josh…is he okay?” she asked.

The doctor studied the group, including his girlfriend…the look on her face; he could tell by the way she looked, whatever was between her and her partner was more than she felt for him. “Mr. Castle is alive. He’s as stable as he can be at the moment. He’s not out of the woods yet, but

he’s being moved into the ICU and you’ll be able to see him soon.”

Kate’s eyes met those of her boyfriend and knew this had told him everything he’d needed to know, everything she’d been denying for months about Castle. He was more than her partner. “Thank you,” she breathed.

He nodded and after giving her a long look, headed back through the doors.

About half an hour later, a nurse came back out. “Mr. Castle is in a private room in the ICU. You can come back, but no more than three at a time.”

“You guys go ahead. We’ll wait right here,” Ryan told the three women who were most worried about him.

Beckett gave them a grateful look, and Ryan nodded his head with a small smile before the three woman who cared most about the man followed the nurse back to his room.

xxxxx

She sensed the relief in both Martha and Alexis as they saw Castle in his hospital bed, still sedated and hooked up to machines, but at least alive and with a steady heartbeat. It felt like a punch in the gut to see him there, knowing it was in her place. She watched as Alexis and Martha moved to his bedside, both moving chairs closer to him. It was only after an encouraging look from Martha that Beckett stepped closer to stand at the other side of his bed. She was silent as she studied him, her fingers absently running ever so lightly along the top of his hand. “See, Alexis…I told you that he was going to be fine,” she offered the girl a small smile…a smile that she had perfected in her line of work.

“Thank you, Detective Beckett,” Alexis told her softly.

“Kate. You can call me Kate.”

Alexis nodded and offered a smile that looked like it mirrored the one Beckett had given her. “Kate.”

After another couple of moments, Beckett took a deep breath. “I’m going to give you guys some privacy with him. Please text or call if you need anything…or if anything happens before I make it back,” she told them, giving each woman a gentle shoulder squeeze.

Alexis didn’t really notice, but Martha knew enough stories from her son to know what the detective was most likely going to do. She stood and pulled her into a hug. “Take care of yourself Katherine. He’s going to want to see you when he wakes up,” she said lowly, just loud enough for Beckett to hear.

“I will.” And with that, Kate headed out of the room, her jaw clenching as soon as she was through the doors of the ICU. The boys and Lanie saw the look in her eyes and the way she was walking; Beckett was back…and she was on a mission.

“Beckett! Hey!” Ryan called.

“Where are you going?” Esposito asked, though judging from the look on her face, he had an idea of what her general plan was.

When she met the eyes of her friends, they saw the look of determination. “I’m going to hunt down the son of a bitch who shot him. And then I’m putting him in the ground,” she said lowly, her voice carrying a dangerous edge that they had never really heard before. She didn’t even give them a chance to say anything as she strode out of the hospital with determined, angry strides. She wasn't going to just find the shooter and bring him to justice; she was going to kill him.

xxxxx

So I can leave it there…this can be a one shot. Or I can revisit this and add more. What do you guys think? Feedback is everything!

I also don't know how active Castle fans are anymore. I've been off this site for years...so...if anyone reads this at all, I'll be happy!

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Hell Hath No Fury (2/?)

Wow…I cannot believe the response to this fic! I want to thank everyone so much for reading and reviewing, especially to the anonymous reviewers whom I could not message back to thank personally. I love all the theories and comments you all have made, and I hope I can continue to live up to what you want!

That said, angsty Beckett has extended her lease in my head, so apparently there is more to write on this story. For those of you interested in my other story, no worries! I promise I am working on that as well, but angsty Beckett is pushy…and louder.

I have absolutely none of this story planned out, so it’s up to the characters and the muse to speak to me to see where this one goes.

I still do not own Castle or the characters.

xxxxx

Beckett didn’t stop on her way out of the hospital, didn’t wait for the boys to follow her. She’d meant what she said; she was going to hunt down the shooter, and then she was going to put a bullet in him. Even though she hadn’t asked them to, Ryan and Esposito exchanged a look after seeing the look on her face and quickly followed, catching up with her outside.

“Beckett, what are you doing?” Ryan asked.

She simply gave him a determined look. “Exactly what I said. I’m hunting him down,” she answered in a dangerous tone. “I’m not asking either of you to risk your life in this.”

Ryan’s eyes met Esposito’s. “You don’t have to. We’re a team. You just tell us the plan. We’ve got your back,” Esposito stated firmly, to which Ryan also nodded his confirmation.

Beckett’s eyes traveled between the two of them and she nodded. “I need to see the cemetery,” she stated calmly, but she was anything but calm on the inside. A raging inferno burned inside; whomever was behind the shooting was about to find the full wrath of Katherine Beckett at their doorstep. If they wanted a war, she would bring them a war.

“Car’s this way. Let’s go,” Ryan gestured to her then, leading her toward the parking garage. Both of the men accompanying her knew they couldn’t come up empty on this one; they would do whatever they needed to in order to have her back and get this guy. Beckett was their leader, their friend; this case was different. They also knew that they were going to have to make sure Beckett didn’t do anything that might cost her her career…or her life.

After a solid day of almost no leads and very little to go on, Beckett pinched the bridge of her nose and tried to massage away the headache she had. “Why don’t you guys go home,” she suggested with a deep sigh.

The two men exchanged glances. “What about you?” Ryan was the one who was brave enough to ask.

“I’m going to go through it again; maybe I missed something,” she replied. Sensing reluctance from the boys to leave her alone made her temper flare. “I said go home!” she said much more firmly. She didn’t need a babysitter, and she wasn’t going to break. If anything, she was more focused now than she’d been since the shooting.

“If you find something, you call us before you do anything,” Esposito stated firmly, not looking away from her.

Seeing that they weren’t leaving until they had that promise from her, she gave them a nod. “Yeah…yeah, okay.” She breathed deeply, turning back to the murder board then to begin reviewing the evidence from the beginning. She went through all the information she had for what must have been at least 3 hours before leaning back in her chair and rubbing her eyes. Once again, she had nothing more than when she had started.

Her gaze moved to the empty chair by her desk then. What she wouldn’t give to hear one of his crazy theories now, to bounce ideas off him, to try to make something in the evidence make sense. It was well past midnight by now, and she was basically alone in the precinct, so she didn’t bother to hide the stray tear that slipped down her cheek as she couldn’t bring herself to look away from his chair. Wiping it away after a moment, she stood and grabbed her things, striding toward the elevator; she needed to see him.

xxxxx

She stopped at her apartment to shower and change into some real clothes that were not NYPD issue sweats. Between the shower and being able to slide into her own jeans and shirt, she felt much more like herself. Grabbing her black leather jacket, her badge and her gun, she headed back to the hospital.

Having no trouble finding her way back to his room, she stood outside for a moment before taking a deep breath and slipping in quietly. Alexis was sleeping in a chair with her head resting on top of her folded arms on a table, and Martha was asleep in a chair with a spare blanket pulled over her. She remained silent, moving closer to Castle’s still sleeping form, quietly pulling the last chair up to his beside. Taking a deep breath, she sat down and ever so delicately took his hand in hers. “Rick…” she breathed as a few tears slid from her eyes, her thumb delicately sliding across the back of his hand.

She didn’t have a chance to get anything else out as Martha stirred. “Katherine?”

“I’m sorry, Martha. I didn’t mean to wake you,” Beckett apologized, keeping her tone low so as

not to also wake up Alexis.

“You didn’t, dear. This chair is hardly made to be slept in,” the redhead waved her hand dismissively.

Releasing his hand then, Beckett sat back slightly in her chair. “How is he?”

“The doctors assured us he’s as stable as they can expect, given the damage. They aren’t surprised he hasn’t woken up yet,” Martha explained to her.

Beckett did her best to not react to the word “damage.” He was damaged because of her, trying to protect her. “I’m so sorry, Martha…if I’d known…”

“Nonsense,” Martha interrupted. “Let me tell you something about Richard. He was exactly where he wanted to be.” She paused for a moment to let her words sink in before continuing. “He wrote 22 best sellers before he met you, dear. You’re a smart woman, Katherine…” she explained in a softer tone, giving the detective a look that would allow her to connect the dots. “And I’m sure you are familiar with my son’s stubbornness and persistence. He wouldn’t have been dismissed quite so easily,” she added in a slightly lighter tone.

Beckett did connect the dots–it wasn’t about the research anymore. He followed her because it was about her. Hearing her talk about Castle’s stubbornness, she looked down with a small smile. “Yeah, I might have noticed he’s a little stubborn.” But oddly enough, as infuriating as that could be at times, it was something she depended on; he was stubborn enough to not let her push him away, to make her face things, to keep her going. She got quiet again, letting her eyes move back to study Castle.

“Have you made any progress finding the man who did this?” Martha asked after a few moments, deciding that perhaps a change of topic might be more helpful to the detective. “I assume that’s why you left earlier.”

Sighing, Beckett ran her hands over her face. “No. Not yet,” she admitted quietly. “But I’ll find him. I promise you that.” Once again her tone took a slightly dangerous edge that left the other woman with no doubt that those words were true. “Do you mind if I stay?” she asked Martha after a few minutes of silence.

“You don't have to ask permission. Richard would want you here,” she assured her with a smile. “But you won’t get much sleep in that chair.”

“That’s okay. I’m not planning on sleeping right now,” Beckett replied, her eyes never leaving Castle. She didn’t think she’d be able to sleep even if she tried. Right now, she just needed to see him, to watch his chest shift as he breathed; she needed assurance that he was alive. It

wasn’t until she was sure that Martha was asleep that she allowed herself to lean forward in the chair and carefully take Castle’s hand in hers again.

xxxxx

Beckett woke up to a few rays of light coming through the window in the hospital room. She’d somehow managed to fall asleep with her head resting on the bed beside where her hand was still holding Castle’s. Sitting up, she could feel both her back and neck muscles protesting from the position they’d been in; she’d work the kinks out later. She watched him still sleeping, watched the heart monitor for a moment to make sure he was still stable. After a few moments, she finally released his hand and stood, stretching out her muscles slightly. She left a note for Alexis and Martha to make sure to call her when Castle woke up, and headed out to work on the case.

Just as she was turning a corner lost in her own thoughts as she tried to piece evidence together in her head, she ran…quite literally…into Josh. “Kate, hey,” he offered her a smile, hands easily steadying her.

“Josh…hi,” she replied with a smile that she couldn’t get to reach her eyes. “I didn’t get a chance yesterday, but…thank you for saving Castle's life,” she said softly.

Josh shrugged. “I’m a doctor, Kate. That’s my job.”

She nodded. “Right…”

They were both quiet for a few moments. Both seemingly knew what was coming. For Kate she knew she didn’t love him…not the way she should considering the length of their relationship; that didn’t make it any easier. And for him, he knew everything he needed to know when he’d seen her reaction the previous day.

“Do you love him, Kate?” Josh finally asked her quietly.

She was silent, neither confirming nor denying the words, but the look in her eyes spoke volumes. “I’m sorry, Josh,” was what she finally settled on. It really wasn't fair of her to lie to him about it.

Josh nodded. “Yeah…I’m sorry too,” he murmured. “I guess I can’t compete with a man who literally took a bullet for you.”

Those words stung, but she knew she kind of deserved them. She’d insisted to Josh for months that there was nothing between herself and Castle, insisted that they were friends, they worked together, but that was it. She’d insisted he had no reason to be jealous, that there wasn’t a competition between them. But during the case she’d worked in LA, she also had realized that

although she may have been committed to Josh physically and verbally, she’d never been able to commit to him emotionally; that commitment belonged to Castle. “I need to go…” she stated then. “I really am sorry.”

xxxxx

Beckett was surprised to be greeted by both Ryan and Esposito when she walked through the precinct that morning. It was still before the start of their shift.

“How’s Castle?” Ryan asked.

“He hasn’t woken up yet. The doctors say he’s as stable as he can be at the moment,” she answered quietly, on her way to the break room for a coffee.

“We got traffic cam footage from around the cemetery. We’re starting to go through it now,” Esposito offered.

She nodded as she silently waited for the coffee machine to finish.

“Beckett…we’ll get this guy,” Ryan promised.

“I know,” was all she said.

The boys exchanged a look, but didn’t really know what else to say to her, so they silently headed back to their desks to work on the traffic cam footage. The best way they could help her was to find something she could go on.

They’d been going through camera footage all day, with nothing to show for it. Beckett finally slammed her hand down on her desk in frustration. “Damn it…there has got to be something. A man cannot just vanish like a ghost!” she stated angrily.

“Hey, we’ll find something. If not from a traffic cam, then from something else. Somewhere there will be something,” Esposito assured her. But he also knew that the skill set of a professional sniper also included the ability to simply disappear.

She sighed, and leaned back in her chair, trying to massage out a kink in her neck. Her back and neck were both still stiff from the hospital chair, and sitting in a desk chair all day staring at a screen hadn’t helped much.

“Why don’t you go get some rest?” Ryan suggested. “We can call you if we find anything.”

“No, I’m good. I’m not tired, anyway,” she shook her head. That was when a text came through her phone. Reading the text caused the first real smile she’d had in days. “Castle’s awake,” she

informed the boys, standing and grabbing her jacket from her chair before heading to the elevator.

“We’ll keep looking and let you know what we find,” Esposito called after her. Both men were glad she was at least getting out of the precinct; checking in on Castle would give her a little bit of a break at least.

xxxxx

I know this chapter is a little short. And I feel it's slightly weak and a little bit filler. But I hope it's still acceptable! Thank you again to everyone for your reaction to a story that I hadn't even planned to write. I look forward to hearing your thoughts on this chapter now that you've all encouraged me to keep going!

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Beckett x reader - things of the past

Part three:

Standing in the middle of your apartment, you looked around at everything, and you walked into your bedroom.

Changing into some more comfortable clothes, a pair of sweatpants, a tank top and your cloak, you sighed, pulling the hood up.

You slowly tied the necklace around your own neck, grabbing a few other things.

Once you were ready you grabbed a pen and some paper, scribbling a quick note, leaving it on your coffee table before leaving the apartment.

You couldn’t sit back and watch what was happening, you had to act, and you had to act now.

So you slipped into the streets and made your way to the only place you knew that would be able to give you any leads.

And back at the precinct they had leads of their own.

“This has to be fake somehow…” Gates whispered.

The tech shook his head a little.

“I’m sorry, I’ve scrubbed every inch of this video and there’s no proof that it’s fake or been tampered with in any way. In fact, it’s from a live stream, somebody what someone else to see this.” He said.

“So you’re telling me, this is real? Lightening? Fire? Our suspect being knocked over by invisible forces?” Esposito scoffed.

“By the looks of it, yes.”

“Oh that’s so cool!” Castle gushed.

“Not cool, it means we have absolutely nothing to go on.” Ryan sighed.

“Not nothing, (Y/N) grew up there so maybe they know what this is about, they know how it’s done.” Beckett mumbled.

Beckett went to leave.

“Wait! There’s something else!”

Beckett turned back around.

“The video was peculiar to say the least, so I decided to see what else I could find, and it pulled up another video. It’s old, I can’t clear it up, but it’s the same thing. Watch.”

They watched the fight, and the same thing, a flash of blue, and the figured went spiralling into the ground, throwing up dirt.

“Police turned up, they found blood but no bodies.”

“There’s no way someone could have made it out of there alive.” Gates said.

“Here’s the case file.”

The tech pulled it up along with all the photos.

“That’s a blood trail.”

“Not made by somebody being dragged or carried.” Esposito said.

“Whoever that was walked out out of there, a gaping hole in them, and they walked?” Beckett whispered.

“No body, no hospital visits, nothing. Like a ghost.” The tech said.

Beckett stared at the videos.

“Can you clear that video up as best as possible, send them both to me.”

The tech nodded and she left, heading back to her desk, looking at your desk.

“What’s on your mind?” Castle asked.

“(Y/N) knew who that man was, they knew where we were, and when they saw the place it destroyed them. That’s not somebody who was still in contact with everyone.”

Beckett walked over to your desk, picking up the paper you translated.

“Guys what if he was looking for (Y/N)?” Beckett asked.

“As far as we know they’ve been in the city for maybe five years.”

“Get their file, there’s more to this story.”

Beckett began diving deeper into the case, everything that she possibly could find about all three cases to see where everything connected.

A few hours later Ryan and Esposito came back.

“Well, (Y/N) wasn’t new to the city. From what we can gather, they’d been living here for about 20 years Beckett, moved here when they were 15, a teenager at the time.” Esposito said.

“They’ve been living in the same apartment since then, attended school, learned to read and writer, worked numerous jobs.” Ryan said.

“Why would they lie?” Beckett asked.

Ryan shook his head with a small shrug.

“No idea, but rent has been getting paid by them at that building for years. They don’t do much, and there isn’t anything to suggest they know about this.”

“Let’s go speak to them.”

Beckett didn’t want to interrogate you, but she didn’t have much of a choice now.

There wasn’t much adding up, and she had answers she needed that only you could give.

So they all went to your apartment and knocked on the door.

“(Y/N)?” Castle called.

They all shared a look and Beckett reached for the handle, slowly pushing it open.

“Castle wait here.”

The three detectives drew their guns and walked in, and castle followed, looking around.

“It’s empty!” Ryan called.

“Why would they run?” Castle asked.

Beckett walked over to your coffee table, picking up the note.

“I think this explains why. Listen to this, it says ‘please don’t investigate this, I need to handle this alone. I’m sorry.’ Along with their badge and gun.”

“So they know more than they let on…” castle whispered.

“I’ll put out an APB, and get CCTV for the building see when and where they left.” Esposito said.

“Guys, some of their clothes are missing and a few other things.” Ryan said.

“That makes (Y/N) either our number one suspect or a victim on the run, either way we need to find them and fast.” Beckett said.

They began to work overtime, doing anything to find you, and while they were doing that, Beckett was reviewing the two videos she had just been sent.

They still didn’t make much sense, she still couldn’t get any information out of either of them, but she could see the older video more clearly.

Whoever it was that was hit was young, really young.

Frowning, she put her phone away, looking around your apartment for anything to help her.

There were a few paintings of a tree, the same tree over and over, some basic things, a tea set, some furniture, basic things you needed to live.

That was it, but what caught her attention was the huge map on your wall.

On it, the same symbol from that necklace she let you have, the bracelet from their victim.

One was over the temple they had just been too, the others were scattered around all over the world.

You could be at any one of those.

Taking a picture of it, she left your apartment, heading back to the office to follow some more leads.

“Beckett check the news now.” Castle called.

She turned to the tv, and froze in her spot.

“That’s.. that’s (Y/N)…” gates whispered.

You were stood in front of a man, hand balled in a fist in front of him while he chocked for air.

Clenching your jaw, you felt tears burning your eyes again.

“They did nothing to you…”

“Maybe if you stayed we wouldn’t have killed them.” The man chocked out.

You let out a shaky breath.

“You’re live.. all over the city.. they’ll know… they’ll know you’re alive…” he smirked.

You lowered your hand, turning your back on him.

Spinning around, you waved your staff in front of you, rejecting the fire into a tree knocking it over.

Swinging it back around, you sent him flying backwards, knocking the wind from under him.

You walked forward, eyes glowing as you crouched down, placing the palm of your hand on his forehead.

“I hope the knowledge that you are worthless to them without your bending destroys you…”

He screamed, and you stood up, slowly turning away from now the now unconscious man.

The wind raged around nearby, and the ground shook a little bit.

You took a step, and the ground cracked under your foot, and you looked at it.

Take a breath, you calmed yourself down, walking away from the scene and melting into the crowd once more.

“What the hell was that?” Beckett asked.

“We need that man, now.” Gates said.

“Already got uniforms picking him up.” Esposito said.

“Maybe he can shed some light on what the hell this is.” Gates said.

“Have techs trace that video, I want to know who was recording that for the news.” Beckett snapped.

She needed to figure out what was going on, what was with the videos and what you were really involved in, and the man that was dragged in not long later and thrown into an interrogation room.

Beckett marched in, throwing a file against the table.

“You think that’s supposed to scare me?” The man smirked.

“What the hell happened at that park?” Beckett snapped.

“I just revealed that the world’s greatest hero didn’t die, and just ran them out of hiding.”

“And all the special effects?”

He smirked a little.

“Special effects? No wonder we’re more superior than you pathetic people.” He sneered.

“Tell me what the hell happened.”

He leant back in his chair, and Beckett narrowed her eyes.

“I won’t be arrested by you, in fact, I’ll be transferred in a few hours, so have fun trying to crack me in that time.”

Beckett left the room and Ryan walked over to her.

“He’s a wanted man, but not by us.”

“By who?”

“The United republic of nations, a small country based on an island outside of the US.” Gates said.

She gestured to the door.

“That man escaped their top security prison with others, they’re coming to collect him.”

“Then they can tell us about (Y/N), right?” Castle asked.

“I tried to ask, they refuse to speak.”

“Great, so another dead end.”

“Can we get a map of that country?” Beckett asked.

“I think so.”

They followed Ryan to his desk, and after a minute he showed them the screen.

Beckett pulled up her phone, comparing the photo she took to that one.

“The same map, different symbols.”

“I think that’s where your detective is going, here’s what I found.”

They followed the tech, and it was a trial of you heading to that country.

As well as other things, more videos of that fight, some CCTV footage from around your apartment as well as still images of you in that fight.

“Sir we need to go there.”

“I can’t, they won’t allow you to investigate there.”

Beckett furrowed her brows.

“Maybe not, but I think we may have something they would want, that bracelet from our victim, if I can go and explain this to them maybe they’ll let us.”

“Talk to the guards, if they agree you and only you go with them.” Gates said.

“Yes sir.”

Beckett went to grab the bracelet and get everything ready for when the guards came, she had one shot, and she needed this to work out.

Getting to the country for you was easy enough, you managed to enter undetected, and you stood in the large city.

The main city.

But it wasn’t where you wanted to be, there was somewhere else that you had to go first, and you slowly and quietly made your way through the city.

You had to be quick, because who knows how long it would take the news to reach the nations, and who knows how long it would be until you weren’t safe anymore

#castle #castle x reader #castle x you #castle imagine #Kate Beckett #Kate Beckett x reader #Kate Beckett x you #Kate Beckett imagine

[dxrkenedheights]

where: the castle

with: ryan cross and rory hayes @rviner

★・・・・・・★

He can see where Rory's training has improved. Slow as it might be, an improvement is still an improvement. Her technique is more concise in comparison to how she started. She's a little faster, a little stronger. He can see where she's listened to Elliot, taking opportunities to attack or escape from a grapple. She's doing all the right things, staying consistent and listening. If it was anybody else, Ryan would say Rory is on the right track to being a good little fighter. But, not yet. There's something he can't put his finger on. A block that Rory can't fight through, something that holds her back. He knows that if this was Jeffrey, if he was Jeffrey, how exactly he could dismantle it. Break her down to build her back up but...that isn't what they're doing there. It isn't what Ryan wants to do, least of all to his younger sister.

"Alright, take a minute. I wanna talk to you." he puffs, throwing off the kick pads from his hands and gesturing for Rory to grab her water. He does the same, watching how the sister still carries herself with a slouch. Her shoulders are tense and her spine is far from straight, no sense of pride or confidence. "That was good, you know that right? You knocked me back a lil, you ain't done that before." he encourages after he sips from his water and trails back over to her. There's a moment of silence as Ryan considers how to approach this, how to pluck a thought from Rory's mind that is clearly a minefield. One wrong move could undo everything, all the progress gone for nothing.

He considers all of the times his fears were used against him, how the training in the Cross pack tried to turn all of them into the perfect soldiers. A switch they could all flip at a drop of a hat. How Jeffrey tried to make them feel weak for feeling anything but anger and hatred. "It's that day, right? When you showed up?" he questions quietly, crouching beside her as she sits with her water. Ryan remembers it like yesterday, as much as he wishes he didn't. "Anyone would be scared of dyin', Rory. If that's what's makin' you not wanna throw yourself into this, we gotta talk about it."

#ryancross.talk #c: ryan cross w. rory hayes 001

[ash-and-books]

Rating: 4/5

Book Blurb: Nevermoor meets Howl’s Moving Castle in this engaging fantasy—the first in a duology—from acclaimed author Ryan Graudin. Perfect for fans of wizards, dragons, magical castles, spectacular spells, and a spunky cat who may not be what he seems.

Wizard West was dead for nearly an entire day before he noticed. And it is up to Faye, the daughter of West’s groundskeeper, to inform the wizard that he is a ghost who has lost all of his magical powers. (But not before the wizard tries transforming her into a cat!) To make matters worse, the enchanted castle of Celurdur—the only home that Faye has ever known—will fall apart at the next full moon if its foundation spells can’t be renewed.

After (sort of) accepting his demise, West decides to host a competition to choose his successor. Faye finds herself fighting to keep the tournament running smoothly behind the scenes: putting out kitchen fires, feeding the compost dragon, and making sure competitors stay away from the cockatrice pen. 

But killer roosters soon become the least of her worries. A servant of the evil Shadow Queen has sabotaged the contest—set on destroying not just Celurdur but the entire kingdom of Solum. It is up to Faye to stop him, but she’ll need more than a mop. Will a maid’s magic be enough to save everything she loves from utter destruction?

Review:

The daughter of a famous wizard's groundskeeper has to help said recently deceased wizard's ghost find a new apprentice while also deal with her home crumbling under the foundation spells. Faye is the daughter of the famous Wizard West's Groundskeeper. She's been looking after the castle with her father for as long as she's known. When her father goes out to work on something Faye is left to deal with a new situation, the fact that Wizard West has passed away and now is a ghost... and he has to name his own apprentice... which means it's time for a competition to be arranged with famous princes and princesses coming to the castle. Faye has to help West arrange the competition and keep it running smoothly... but that means dealing with a whole host of newcomers and guests she was never expecting. It doesn't help that a servant of the evil Shadow Queen is bent on sabotaging the contest and Faye has to stop it before it's too late. Along the way Faye will discover that she's got more magic and courage than she ever expected... and that the perfect successor might just be here. This was a really cute and fun read with a dash of Howl's Moving Castle and a bit of Nevermoor. Faye is such a fun protagonist and the whole competition storyline was fun. I had fun with this and definitely think that this would make a great read for middle grade readers and anyone who enjoys a fun fantasy read.

*Thanks Netgalley and HarperCollins Children's Books, Quill Tree Books for sending me an arc in exchange for an honest review*

#book review #bookish #book #the girl who kept the castle

[justsomeoneintoomanyfandoms]

hello hello!!

if your matchup requests are still open i’d like to have a demon slayer, howl’s moving castle, and spy x family matchup :)

my name’s ryan, my sexuality is pan, i’m ftm and use he/him pronouns. i’m an infp gemini! my height is 5’11 (~180cm) i’ve got some chub especially in my thighs and stomach, and i have dark brown hair and eyes.

i like the ocean a definitely normal amount definitely didn’t almost throw a tantrum leaving a spot of tide pools shh

i’m also timid asf talking to people like PEOPLE ARE SCARY-

i hate hate hateeee loud noises that aren’t just good music (i.e., pretty much anything louder than speaking volume)

i love cute things!! i get so happy finding cute clothes and plushies (aggressively stares at the shelf stuffed with plushies sitting in my room)

i like drawing my ocs and canon characters sometimes

thankyou for reading this sorry if it’s a bother ;;

-🎐

Hi Ryan! Thank you for your request! I merged this and your later request as they were for the same fandoms but I've used information from both. I hope you like your matchups!

In Demon Slayer, I match you with...

I don’t know Kanao’s personality super well, so hopefully this isn’t too out of character.

I think you and Kanao would find kindred spirits in each other. You’re both timid and a bit insecure but with the right people, you can open up.

Please get into theatre! I think Kanao would really like musicals. She loves listening to you sing and re-enact musicals at the very least.

Also doesn’t like loud noises so she’ll do her best to make sure you both avoid them.

I think Kanao would enjoy going shopping with you or doing fashion parades at home. Swapping clothes and trying on all those outfits you never really get the chance to wear.

She’s very supportive and always has a compliment for you.

In Howl's Moving Castle, I match you with...

Sophie is one of the most unconditionally supportive people in your life. No matter what, she’s always in your corner. You’d have to do something truly bad for her to turn against you.

Makes hats for you! She finds inspiration in you and your hobbies and will design a hat or two based on that.

Thinks your drawings are very good. She particularly likes your ocs and will sometimes make hats based off them.

Loves it when you sing around the house. She often hums to herself while cleaning so if she knows the song you’re singing, she’ll often join in.

Loves the ocean as well. She’d love to go on picnic dates somewhere you can see the water, spending the time in comfortable silence.

In Spy x Family, I match you with...

Yor absolutely loves that you wear skirts and dresses, but she does sometimes worry that you look better in them than she thinks she does…

Another one who thinks your drawings are amazing. I see Yor as someone who can’t draw anything other than stick figures so she’s amazed at your art abilities.

Helps you avoid loud noises and always does her best to be quieter around you. She can be a bit loud sometimes but she’s conscious of her volume when you’re around.

Please let Yor hug your plushies! She loves them and will always be so gentle with them.

Whenever she’s out and sees something cute she thinks you would like, she’ll get it and bring it home. She loves making you smile.

#writing #fanfic #matchup #matchup request #request #demon slayer #kimetsu no yaiba #kanao tsuyuri #howl's moving castle #sophie hatter #spy x family #yor forger #yor briar

[pollylynn]

Title: Nautilus WC: 850

“It’s probably no big deal.” 

—Kate Beckett, Love Me Dead (2 x 09)

His daughter is a nice kid. That doesn’t surprise her any more—not the way it did when she first met him. She’s nice. She has a good head on her shoulders. She’s earnest and a mixture of self-reliant in some ways an a little immature in others. It makes sense, she supposes, given him and, she has to admit, especially given the girl’s mother. She’s had to do for herself in a host of ways and, given Castle’s overprotective tendencies, she hasn't been asked or maybe even allowed to do for herself in others. And she’s attached to him, obviously and unsurprisingly. The two of them are attached to each other, and she has to hand it to him. He’s raised a nice kid. 

. . . who knows an awful lot about her. 

She’s trying not to be weirded out by it—the confident opening after the almost comically formal Thank you for taking the time to meet with me Detective. She is reasonably sure she managed at least not looking weirded out by the the sudden declaration: I understand you did a semester abroad, and I know Paris isn’t Kiev, but . . . 

It’s an absurd thing to be weirded out by. Of course he knows she studied abroad, despite the fact that she has never told him any such thing. But she’d categorically refused to elaborate on her Russian gangster’s moll persona after their adventure in Chinatown. Of course, he would have wheedled as many details as possible out of Ryan and Esposito immediately after said adventure. She understands that’s how he works. He develops infuriatingly good hunches and displays equally infuriating skill in following them. 

What she doesn’t understand is how any of this translates into dinner table conversation that someone as wildly overprotective as he is would consider suitable for his teenage kid’s tender ears. Because she knows he's not sharing tales of himself about to die of a self-inflicted Russian mobster wound. And she has to believe that he’s not regaling his daughter with her adventures in pantslessness. So how do the dry details of her college career even come up? More to the point: Why does he even care?

That may actually be the question. Why does he care? What does he care about? 

He’s a writer. She gets that, sort of. She has a vague sense and the memory of the murderboard in the Bat Cave to tell her that—loath as she is to admit it—there is some work involved in what he does. He’s not exactly Michelangelo chipping away all the bits that are not Nikki Heat, but the Nikki that ends up on the page does emerge out of backstory, some of which he’s left on the cutting room floor, to mix a metaphor. 

So he lives his life dreaming up ways to provoke her not just into externalizing her thought processes—which, by the way, have always worked just fine as internal thought processes—but into sharing about her mother, into coughing up details about the secrets she kept from her dad when she was his daughter’s age. 

It’s on that last point that he loses her. Or she gets lost there, at least, because how can that possibly matter? What deftly shaded nuance can her adolescent secrets possibly impart to Nikki Heat? 

Contemplating all this may be what’s actually weirding her out. 

Things with him are like the very start of the yellow brick road. When the powers that be conspired against her and she took those first resentful steps on to that path, everything was well within sight. His motives seemed as clear as they were clichéd—he was dead set on a conquest and while he was pressing every single one of her buttons, as well as a few he had installed himself, he’d shake her down for details for a book he might or might not ever write. 

She has, since then, moved further along that road, the two of them spiraling out together. She has come to accept that he is invested in the work. Even though his dogged interference on that first case might have been   boredom or morbid curiosity or a thinly veiled excuse to pursue her, she knows that their rift last spring—his banishment—wounded him in ways that go well beyond the clichéd. She’s come to accept that the thoughts he coaxes out of her as they work a case are a net positive—that the ways they challenge each other’s thinking are a recipe for success and he’s proud of that. He values it. 

But he talks to his daughter about her college days. He might well want to know all the secrets that she kept from her dad, even if they’re boring, innocent, teenage things that simply looked silly in the light of day. He might be invested in more than the work and that’s a possibility that she didn’t see coming when they stepped out on to this wide spiral arm of the yellow brick road they’re on. 

She’s trying hard not to be weirded out by that. 

A/N: The dreadmill lives. Brain Poneh cannot let go of the issue of conduits of information here. It's hard not to picture Beckett squirming, at this stage of the game, to think she's a topic of dinner table conversation.

#Castle #Caskett #CastleABC #Castle: Season 2 #Castle: Love Me Dead #Castle: 2 x 09 #Kate Beckett #Richard Castle #Alexis Castle #Martha Rodgers #Lanie Parish #Johanna Beckett #Javier Esposito #Jim Beckett #Kevin Ryan #Roy MontgomeryFic #Fanfic #Fanfiction #Fan Fic #Fan Fiction #Writing #Fabrications

[iwantmygun]

Here’s a rant that’s 9 years too late, and it’s about season 7 episode 6: The Time of Our Lives; Castle & Becketts wedding.

Firstly, the writers must have changed. I heartily preferred the show when they stuck to logical explanations behind their plots versus season 6 where they started randomly adding little unexplained supernatural elements. Kate & Rick are magic enough on their own, I don’t know who chooses to watch murder mysteries hoping for some sci-fi twist. It just doesn’t fit and we, as an audience, were not asking for it. The episode which they crammed their wedding into was one of the loosest plots of any in the series, as Castle spends the entire thing in an alternate reality. And of course it’s speculative that he could have Wizard of Oz style dreamed it, but frankly I just consider it insanely lazy writing.

Secondly, why do our favorite MCs get the worst weddings of all freaking time? I guess I didn’t realize I’m watching a soap opera. They did it to Jess & Nick in New Girl, too. Like the audience can’t just enjoy a peaceful moment between their two favorite characters? With Castle, I remember watching their original wedding episode aired live, where they left us on a cliffhanger for an entire summer not knowing if Castle was alive or dead. I’m pretty sure I stopped watching after that. The writers were just dumb. They HAD US as an audience. They knew the ratings and how wildly popular the show was. Why couldn’t they just give us a goddamn wedding after we watched week after week for six years?! When they do find Castle in season 7, they never even find out what actually happened to him. He chose to have his memory wiped and they just accept that he chose to do that and moved right along past it. We never discover where he went, it was just thrown in there to ruin their wedding. At least the Captain Montgomery conspiracy made sense. At least Beckett being shot made sense. The writing just completely deteriorated. I’m picturing a bunch of bored ass writers in a room basically drooling and shooting the shit not even referring back to their own prior plot to keep the story at all relevant. Beckett has been through SO MUCH SHIT. She deserved a lovely wedding. She deserved to wear her mothers wedding dress, not just Martha’s blue earrings. THEY deserved better wedding vows. They said better vows earlier in an episode to which they did not refer back to, and they should have. Castle is a FREAKING WRITER yet he says the exact same copy and pasted vows as Beckett. Weak. It’s all weak. AND they didn’t even invite Lanie, Ryan or Esposito to their last minute wedding. They’re all mad about it, and they fucking should be. The wedding episode was a complete and utter cop out so obviously filmed in front of a green-screen, so we get this so-perfect-it’s-almost-ugly sunset as a background, and Becketts in slacks. Yay. The wedding we all deserved and waited YEARS for was sooo weak and forgettable that it took me rewatching it now to realize why I had given up and blocked it out. I don’t wanna hear any explanation behind why the writers did this. I just need to stew for a bit. 😤

#richard castle #castle #Kate beckett #abc #abc has bad writers #rick castle #katherine beckett #murder mystery #weak

[madeline-kahn]

2022 in gifsets

I did a tag game a couple days ago that was to post your most popular and favorite set of each month but I also like to do a full list of at least some of my more major series of edits

PSCentral Event Creations:

December: dancing in 2022 film

November: Meg Ryan/Nora Ephron movies

October: girl group trios

September: Star Wars references to Beastie Boys

August: Bronco tour setlist

July: Best original score winners of the 1990s

June: Set it Up

May: Cillian Murphy in Free Fire

April: Noises Off...

March: Women and non-binary actors in Shakespeare

February: Jessie Buckley in The Lost Daughter

Dancing in Film:

Best of 2001: Moulin Rouge!

Best of 2002: Chicago

Best of 2021: Encanto

2022 movies (also a PSCentral event post)

Dancing in Oscar nominated movies

Bring it On: All or Nothing

Ron Mael in The Sparks Brothers

Bridgerton

Music in Film: 

The Amazing Spider-Man 2 (score)

The Amazing Spider-Man 2 (soundtrack)

Noises Off...

The French Dispatch (score)

The French Dispatch (soundtrack)

The Tragedy of Macbeth

Eternals (soundtrack)

Eternals (score)

Belfast

C’mon C’mon

Lemonade Mouth

This is Spinal Tap

Luca (soundtrack)

Vivaldi’s Summer in ice skating

Best Original Song nominees 2022

Best Original score nominees 2022

Shang-Chi (soundtrack)

Shang-Chi (score)

Karaoke Duets

Valentine’s Day

West Side Story 2022

O Brother Where Art Thou

Life of Pi

Song of the Sea

Cyrano

The Batman (soundtrack)

The Batman (score)

Girls Just Want to Have Fun

Stick It

Robin Hood

Summer of Soul

Hedwig and the Angry Inch

The Princess Diaries

Best original score winners of the 1990s

Brother Bear

Risky Business

A Cinderella Story

The Breakfast Club

Honor Society

Reservoir Dogs

Prey

Xanadu

Romeo & Juliet

Hackers

Ferris Bueller’s Day Off

Mamma Mia/Mamma Mia Here We Go Again songs

Top Gun: Maverick score

Top Gun: Maverick soundtrack

Nope

Sleepless in Seattle

Night at the Museum

Freaky Friday

The Big Chill

Thor: Love and Thunder

Do Revenge

Bodies Bodies Bodies

Turning Red

Night at the Museum 2

Howl’s Moving Castle

Hocus Pocus 2

The Final Girls

Scream 2

Grim grinning ghosts music in movies

The Princess Diaries 2

Scream 3

Megamind

1989 World Tour

Twilight: Breaking Dawn part 1

Scooby Doo

Scream 4

Werewolf by Night

Rosaline

X 2022

Scooby Doo 2

Night at the Museum 3

Girl group trios (also a PSCentral event post)

Scream 2022

Monster High The Movie

#666 Devil Songs

The Electric Horseman

Enola Holmes 2

Wendell & Wild

Zoolander

A Christmas Carol musical adaptations

Music in TV:

Ted Lasso (Rainbow)

Bridgerton

Heartstopper (p1)

Heartstopper (p2)

Heartstopper (p3)

Heartstopper (p4)

Stranger Things (p1)

Stranger Things (p2)

Stranger Things (p3)

Stranger Things (p4)

Stranger Things (p5)

Favorite 2022 releases:

Bronco (Orville Peck)

The Loneliest Time (Carly Rae Jepsen)

Being Funny in a Foreign Language (The 1975)

Hits to the Head (Franz Ferdinand)

Heartstopper

Cyrano

Quote edits:

Downton Abbey + Daytona Sand

Dead Poets Society + Bigger Than the Whole Sky

Downton Abbey + Michael

House MD + Midnight Rain

Shadow and Bone + Persuasion

Amadeus + jealousy jealousy

Taylor Swift + you all over me

Downton Abbey + my baby’s taking me home

Taylor Swift + legacy

Ted Lasso + I Know it’s Over

Taylor Swift + Daylight

Downton Abbey + falling in love

Taylor Swift + Invisible String

Misc film:

Ariana Debose awards

Love Actually

Wednesday (Makeup looks)

Do Revenge (Beastie Boys shirt)

Do Revenge (Godard reference)

Werewolf by Night

The Princess Bride

Nope (Jupe’s suit)

Clue (Jane Wiedlin)

Dunkirk

The French Dispatch

Beauty and the Beast (I want a rose)

Free Fire

Olivia Rodrigo driving home 2 u

Kodi Smit-McPhee in The Power of the Dog

Ben Whishaw in Julius Caesar

Taylor Swift in Valentine’s Day

Noises Off...

Crush (teen movie references)

Crush (director names)

Encanto top shots

Fruitblr: Arsenic and Old Lace

Fruitblr: Monty Python

Fruitblr: Luca (coffee)

Fruitblr: Groundhog Day

Misc TV:

Bridgerton (Edwina)

Bridgerton (Violet and Lady Danbury)

Bridgerton (dog)

Bridgerton (bees)

Downton Abbey

The Durrells in Corfu

Peaky Blinders (Anya)

Sparks on Gilmore Girls

Stranger Things (audio descriptions)

Stranger Things (Lumax at the movies)

TV Week: The Durrells in Corfu

TV Week: Shadow and Bone

TV Week: BBC Ghosts

TV Week: Ted Lasso

TV Week: Downton Abbey

TV Week: Heartstopper

Julie and the Phantoms

Unfinished business

Types of mutuals

Friends react (Rush shirt)

Friends react (dilfs)

Friends react (Wake Up)

Friends react (Bright)

Friends react (Caleb)

Juke + let me dance for you

Julie + Wonder Girl

Luke + Edith Piaf said it better

All That

Wordle

Valentines

Luke

Misc music:

Where Have all the Cowboys Gone?

Billy Goodbye

All My Exes Live in Texas

Outta Time

The Curse of the Blackened Eye

Fruits of My Labour

Bria

Fruit mentions in Three MC’s and One DJ

Fruit mentions in No Sleep Til Brooklyn

Her music video choreography

Stand on the Horizon

Drive Me Crazy

Green Green Rocky Road

Legends Never Die

Bronco tour Seattle

More Bronco tour Seattle

Bronco tour wardrobe

Taylor Swift barefoot in music videos

I Bet You Think About Me

Lover (music video)

Lover album

Paper Rings film concept

Taylor Swift + pink

Taylor Swift + 2021 seasons

Parallels:

Disenchanted/Beauty and the Beast

Wednesday/Sweet Charity

Downton Abbey pilot/New Era film

Harriet Walter Emmy nominations

C’mon Baby Cry/Fosse

First Kill/The Neon Demon

All Too Well/Dazed and Confused

Downton Abbey movies + Molesely

Billy Elliot/CODA

Multi film concepts:

Morissey impressions

Magicians

Israel Hands in TV and movies

Jessie Plemons BP nominees

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#2022 in review #obviously i mostly just care about my music in film sets #but it's fine to look back because damn i was an entirely different person in february

[ofmatter]

{  MICHIEL HUISMAN | 40 | CIS MAN ﹜  welcome to san francisco, RHETT HAGEN! just to make sure, you go by HE/HIS, right? okay, great. i just have a few questions for you before i can let you go..  how long have you been here for? 35 YEARS. where are you currently living? PACIFIC HEIGHTS. what’s your current occupation? DJ at CAT CLUB but what’s your dream occupation? AUDIO ENGINEER FOR HOLLYWOOD FILMS. wow! interesting. is there a secret that we can keep between you and i? HE GOT DRUNKENLY MARRIED IN VEGAS IN HIS 20’S AND NEVER GOT IT ANNULLED. lastly, this is a bit of a random question but … what’s your favorite song? PSYCHO by METR & that’s all they wrote, friend! we can’t wait to see you around the golden city!

--- quick stats. ---

birth name: rhett hagen. nickname(s): none. age / d.o.b.: 40. may 8, 1982. gender, pronouns & sexuality: cis man, he/his, demiromantic heterosexual. hometown: amstelveen, noord holland, the netherlands. occupation: dj at cat club. education: bachelor’s degree in audio engineering. relationship status: married ... but single. children: none. positive traits: agreeable, confident, fun-loving, observant, passionate. negative traits: aloof, devious, extravagant, faithless, selfish. character comparisons: ferris bueller (ferris bueller's day off), richard castle (castle), donna meagle (parks and recreation), shawn spencer (psych), samanatha jones (sex and the city), lucifer morningstar (lucifer), frank abagnale (catch me if you can), jesper fahey (shadow and bone), rusty ryan (ocean's 11), neal caffrey (white collar)

--- quick tl;dr. ---

i. born in amstelveen, noord holland, the netherlands. his mom split and left him with just his father when he was about three, and it was a very stressful situation. most stories revolve around kids growing up with their single mom and a deadbeat dad that disappeared, rhett’s is the opposite. when his mother booked it, his father took up multiple jobs to keep them afloat. one such job took them to san francisco when rhett was five ---a big move, but his father was looking forward to leaving behind bitter memories. they packed up what was was worth taking and split to the west coast.

ii. it would be a lie to tell you that rhett was an exceptional child. his grades were always passing, but somewhere in the b to a minus range, possibly higher if he actually gave a damn. it took a long time for him to discover what he wanted to do ---his childhood was spent floundering through hobbies where none of them really stuck. sports were a joke, and the one time he tried surfing he got yanked half a mile away from shore in a riptide. (he finds the whole ordeal hilarious, honestly, but his father made him promise not to do it again, so he promised). the only thing that really ever stuck with him was his carefree attitude, and his ability to make a joke out if anything. aloof. when he graduated high school he was appointed class clown, and it followed him everywhere.

iii. somewhere around 17 he discovered his love for the technical side of music. he took an elective of music theory as a joke and completely fell in love with it. his father was ecstatic that something seemed to stick, and when college rolled around he took care of the first two years of a general liberal arts degree at a community college before transferring all of his credits to a university for audio engineering. his father had set aside enough money for him to pay out of pocket for the two year’s associates, but after that rhett took out student loans. (he’s mostly paid them off now, thanks).

iv. and he took after his father with the work ethic. college was met with working at least two jobs, three during the summers. money was sorted evenly to a saving’s account, bills, and immediate necessities. his father let him live in their house in outer sunset for the duration of college until rhett got his own place after. at first it was a dingy little studio but he graduated into his current home in pacific heights after some time. primarily he works as a dj for the cat club (and has for many, many years) but has taken many freelance jobs on the side engineering (mixing, mastering) for up-and-coming musicians. he’s even worked on the sound for some small-time indie films, which earned him the ability to have a nicer place. he’s always been frugal with his money, a smart spender.

v. ever the joker, he never quite grew up. somewhere in the middle of it all he forced himself to keep in touch with his inner child. while it might appear that he shirks adult responsibilities, the reality is that rhett keeps that side to himself, and very private. the largest case is taking care of his father ---he visits their outer sunset home (his father refuses to move, despite rhett offering multiple times) at least four times a week, if not every day. his father still insists on working ---you can catch him gardening at a local cemetery (he likes to make sure that the flowers for the deceased are nice and pretty) and offering a kind word to the mourning, or a nice chat to a jogger, if you know his schedule. rhett himself has that kind streak in him, but mischief takes over. he learned how to appreciate life from his father, and refuses to let any negativity sway him.

-- fun facts. --

i. is very much a cat person. he has a pet cat presently, alastair, that rules his house. to that end, he doesn’t like dogs, even so far as having a slight fear of larger dogs (though he’ll laugh it off as anything but that).

ii. has no memory of his mother, but really doesn’t think fondly of her at all. there’s no good reason to abandon your husband and child, and rhett thinks every lifetime movie that praises a mother as a lone hero is a joke. to that end - he’s fiercely protective of his father, who he understands and always saw as sacrificing part of himself to ensure his child had a good upbringing.

iii. god, he loves music. it’s why he dj’s, primarily. he likes a little of everything, and keeps an open mind. his set lists are primarily drum and bass, edm of many varieties, and synthwave but he like to mix some of everything in there. he hates country music. and while he can appreciate some of the modern pop stars, he also hates taylor swift. don’t ever try to convince him otherwise of anything else.

iv. he might appear as a slacker (he kind of is) or aloof (he really is) and uncaring (depends) ... but he’s actually very observant and quite intelligent ... especially when it comes to music. he loves the technical, mathematical and theoretical side of it. he loves to make his own synth sounds in his spare time, and he loves a good rave to get lost in the feeling of music. he thinks in music, hears in music, sees in music.

v. has never has a serious relationship, largely in part to seeing how broken his father was upon his mother leaving them. he knows his father had other girlfriends, but he kept them quiet and never paraded them around the house, and now as an elderly man his father is happily alone. rhett is afraid to open himself up to someone, to ultimately be left alone ... so he never gives anyone the chance.

#rhett. intro #rhett. about #goldencity : intro

[castle-dominion]

castle 6x20 that 70s show

the 70s episode liveblog

I made my big bro watch this w me bc he's 70s obsessed.

Cement? mob hit? They would have had to weigh him down bc humans float in concrete. Also yeah what do you do? the one u call is the foreman. They deal with it not you. Reminds me of the ep where the police chief constable was gay & buried a body under the station & they found it while

KATE BECKETT I’ll make the coffee. CASTLE I’ll make the omelets. MARTHA RODGERS And I am going to make your day.

Love how the bells kind of slow down & go low & get weird. I mean at least the arch was nice.

MR: Richard, I am simply trying to bring a little pageantry into your wedding. But it seems that the only role you want me to play is that of guest. Fine. I can do that. I LOVE her

You can't make ANYTHING in a wedding a not-over the top disaster.

78 just like my brother's no wait falsettos was '79. disco era my beloved. RC: And a testament to the truly indestructible nature of polyester.

Milt Boyle: Vince Bianchi. Before he turned into the pile of bones you guys found. Love his VOICE

OH OH YEA DET. SANDVICH. OR SANOVICH I CAN'T TELL. HE'S THE ONE WHO SITS ACROSS FROM BECKS. I WAS TRYING TO REMEMBER THAT THIS MORNING. also under esposito's feet, he's at Det veiss(something) or messer's desk I can't tell what it says bc it is grainy & under shadow

Love the music too. Is it black or is it a dark colour? obv not powder blue... RC: It’s like being transported to a bygone era. Mickey the Blade? Louie the Lip? Where are these guys now?

Hey Frank Russo REALLY looks like the guy in the picture who, yk, went through second puberty. Love their accents. 4ksqft is a lot wow. Broke bread, shot the breeze, I love phrases. Harold Leone, as in lee-ohwn, not lee-ohwn-ee like brad leone from bon appetit Love how Becks calls Boyle on her own desk phone bc, well, yeah. Also set design my beloved, we have a pic of sanovich's kid on his desk

He knew things? Yeah ofc, he was the advisor!

Big bro thought that maybe this gal was just wearing Black fashion. Yvonne my beloved Frozen in time? Dumbass clothes? I thought it was cute. Wow it HAS been 40 years almost...

Beckett def not 70s enough.

YVONNE: Harold? You have guests. HAROLD LEONE: Huh? (he comes from the kitchen) Whoa!!! Well, this hot mama can be my guest all night long. He approaches KB and she holds out her hand. KB: Uh, sir, I’m Detective Beckett and this is Mr. Castle. HL: Captain. HL shakes RC’S hand. RC: (corrects) Castle. HL: Oh, Captain Castle. I bet you’re showing this little lady the ropes, huh? Breaking her in, huh? KB glares at RC. RC: Well, actually, um … HL: I mean, have you ever seen a cop with an ass that fine? If this is women’s lib, I’m all for it. KB: Excuse me? RC: To be fair, you do have a very fine … (off her look) never mind.

So humorous I love this man I love everything (but how does he look in the mirror w/o freaking out? it's like 50 first dates) Big bro LOOOVED the house & colours & wallpaper & stuff.

I love Harold & BECKETT SHUT UP YOU NEED TO MEET HIM ON HIS LEVEL. I know ppl who had to chase away spoon-wielding monsters every night for dementia patients, you do it & move on. It's ok.

No body no talkie. he IS delusional! "cupcake"

clipping clipping clipping I love I love I love snookie & ray the red car the absolute mess esposito pulling over ryan (giffing that) it's just... so good I'm insane

YOU MADE A CAST OF THE BODY!? Lanie just there like "what are you talking about?" unless caslte already asked her if she had any bodies to spare offscreen. LP: I’ve seen them do more with a lot less. But I don’t want to be a part of some crazy plan – RC: You have to. Because for this to work, this place has to look like the 70s. (he looks LANIE up and down) And so do you.

I love how the wife is there & he's smoking with the oxygen & I love this. Carcano: What, I’m going to bury a body in my own backyard? Plus, if I had someone disappear they’d stay that way. MC: If you boys have any more questions you can talk to my attorney. (he moves to leave) You know, after this long the truth is hard to find. If I was you I’d quit looking for it. Sometimes what’s in the past should stay there. (THIS MAN IS TELLING THEM TO STOP LOOKING. REMEMBER WHO HE IS: HEAD OF THE FAMILY, HE WAS TRYING TO MERGE FAMILIES WITH BIANCHI.)

OH SHE IS HOT Oh LANIE IS HOT TOO. (clipping) What if he touches him?

No wallet on him? or gun?

My poor harold. Hit you he's really gone? so will you come to the 2010a now? HOLY CRAP THAT'S-- STUFF IS HAPPENING. (castle flailing when the body hand was there lol. also how does that offer ANY protection from the gun?)

JE: *walks in* So I've got-- WOAH. *seeing Lanie* LP: Not a word KR: *talking abt the case* Right Javi? JE: I'm sorry what? *was staring at lanie* LP: !! *rolls eyes* & then that last little "nice dress" to her lil bro said not to clip but OOF I kind of wish I did

Tory my beloved.

Hm, ryan's pants don't match his jacket...

RC: It won’t burst his bubble... if it...looks like the 70s. Ooh she's ranking officer rn lol. WAIT CASTLE ALREADY OPENED A COSTUME ACCOUNT BEFORE ASKING BECKETT IF HE COULD DO THIS?

"let him dig on this 70s vibe" love the music coming in there the morgue was only one room? what about the drive there or the walk into the morgue? HIS MOTHER!!!??? A little bit, yes. YEAH FOR OUR WEDDING! RC: Let’s face it. We cannot let that woman anywhere near our wedding. But … she will love this. And then we get to solve the greatest mystery of the disco era. Besides the popularity of disco itself. It’s a win-win.

his little groove back Abysmal talent pool? Martha my beloved. Rick & his mom are like beckett & castle. Beckett: castle no. Castle: castle yes. Rick: mom no. Martha: YES YES OVER THE TOP YES!

Oh & the music! & I watched an abba parody production the other day before I watched this too.

LMGDAO A HIPPIE WOULD NOT BE HERE WITH THE COPS. Ooh it's a chalkboard! (So they made the photos black & white but... didn't remove them?)

Oh no snookie & ray Martha <3 ALEXIS (wearing that /gen tho)

Why would they need scripts? if they were pretending to be snookie & ray for real they'd need the mannerisms & backstory down, but ryan & esposito have interviewed ppl before. "super groovy" *ryan couching at the cigarette* Esposito frozen with his hands up p& ryan comes in to save him Righteous is in this context, not nec 80s, besides the 70s were from like 74 to 84 yk?

jive turkey again "my god who wrote this?" I love/hate the feathered chief in there

Glitterati? Do they have pagers? REACH BEHIND YOU & TURN OFF YOUR PHONE RLY QUICK, SAY IT WAS AN ALARM CLOCK IN THE OTHER ROOM. the deets? the details?

KR: Actually, it’s been though a lot of different incarnations, but guess what? It’s back to being a 70s club again! Me: WHAT LUCK

I like his nod. "take him to glitterati-- go! go!" *gates*

RC: Captain Gates! I thought you were at a terrorism seminar? VG: It was canceled due to a bomb threat. & did he? Yes! He did! Ryan & Esposito are taking him there now!

Girl your apb thing was not FROM this charade tho "especially you" CASTLE NO DON'T SAY IT LIKE THAT THEY TOOK HIM TO A DISCO!

Love the car, love the raming, love the fall, love how esposito was the one who talked ryan into this but now ryan is the one who likes it

Love the dancing & the lights & the fun & the everything! HL: *dancing really well, having fun* Dancing fellow: *also having fun dancing "with" him* HL: Hey, baby. How’re you doing, hon? That’s a nice dress. Can I talk you out of it? (kind of good, all compliments, but wow v forward.)

Yay beckett is normal now. *castle on his phone* they would SO not get his that easy with the gun & stuff. *castle banging on the door*

Always wearing the same suit, it's his club outfit! does frank STILL own it?

*esposito dancing on the clock* he does still own it. maybe that's how it connects to the murder.

HL: Oh no sweat. *SMASH* (not clipping)

I like how he doesn't want to say the year. Also he KNOWS it is not '78 but he might not know the REAL year. "It is whatever year I need it to be" that was a GOOD answer!

"The private event was frank killing him" You figured it out from the time that you got shot at.

rysposito normal looking now "we DO think you killed him?"

Last dance was on the turntable <3 <3

"someone special" we KNOW who that someone special is babes. *lunchbag of evidence*

I think I assumed he stole evidence. Ah the 70s. Gay lovers in the mob in the 70s & this is beautiful. I mean the trauma of killing someone it could totally make you think it's '78 forever. I mean, Harold was also flirting with every woman around. (Maybe that was their thing. You can sleep with any woman, but you only LOVE me) Beard, lavender marriage, his number two...

REMEMBER THE MERGER? MICHAEL CARCANO! He kept it a secret from you that you were going to propose?

for a sec I thought becks was pantsless but it was just a light brown colour.

RC: You couldn’t handle the rejection. So as he left you shot him in the back, then again in the face. You know, because it was personal. Where did she get the gun tho?

It would NOT have stayed that way, these cops would have still solved it.

CASTLE BRINGING HIM OUT TO THE CLUB

YES YES YES THIS IS THE BEST EPISODE she CAN'T disco dance tho. Yay martha & alexis! RC: I’m just glad it covers more this time. Ryan & esposito chilling having fun I love it. (Tho if esposito was born in the 70s he might remember like,, kindergarten outfits. I only remember a few that are attatched to specific memories, like that striped early 00s (or really early 2010s except it was probably a handmedown) shirt I wore during geology in elementary. Lanie is back! & her hair is normal *ryan dancing* Gates I love her I love her (reminds me of that one fic I read, it was good, I want to dance with YOU, not any of these other people who might be prettier than you, because I want you.)

Harold my beloved <3 Last Dance is def going on my playlist.

ldjsklsdfkfjsdkljf GREAT EPISODE PEOPLE

#the 70s episode #castle 6x20 #castle 6x20 spoilers #castle 6x20 quote

[41319kbex]

Hell Hath No Fury (2/?)

Wow…I cannot believe the response to this fic! I want to thank everyone so much for reading and reviewing, especially to the anonymous reviewers whom I could not message back to thank personally. I love all the theories and comments you all have made, and I hope I can continue to live up to what you want!

That said, angsty Beckett has extended her lease in my head, so apparently there is more to write on this story. For those of you interested in my other story, no worries! I promise I am working on that as well, but angsty Beckett is pushy…and louder.

I have absolutely none of this story planned out, so it’s up to the characters and the muse to speak to me to see where this one goes.

I still do not own Castle or the characters.

xxxxx

Beckett didn’t stop on her way out of the hospital, didn’t wait for the boys to follow her. She’d meant what she said; she was going to hunt down the shooter, and then she was going to put a bullet in him. Even though she hadn’t asked them to, Ryan and Esposito exchanged a look after seeing the look on her face and quickly followed, catching up with her outside.

“Beckett, what are you doing?” Ryan asked.

She simply gave him a determined look. “Exactly what I said. I’m hunting him down,” she answered in a dangerous tone. “I’m not asking either of you to risk your life in this.”

Ryan’s eyes met Esposito’s. “You don’t have to. We’re a team. You just tell us the plan. We’ve got your back,” Esposito stated firmly, to which Ryan also nodded his confirmation.

Beckett’s eyes traveled between the two of them and she nodded. “I need to see the cemetery,” she stated calmly, but she was anything but calm on the inside. A raging inferno burned inside; whomever was behind the shooting was about to find the full wrath of Katherine Beckett at their doorstep. If they wanted a war, she would bring them a war.

“Car’s this way. Let’s go,” Ryan gestured to her then, leading her toward the parking garage. Both of the men accompanying her knew they couldn’t come up empty on this one; they would do whatever they needed to in order to have her back and get this guy. Beckett was their leader, their friend; this case was different. They also knew that they were going to have to make sure Beckett didn’t do anything that might cost her her career…or her life.

After a solid day of almost no leads and very little to go on, Beckett pinched the bridge of her nose and tried to massage away the headache she had. “Why don’t you guys go home,” she suggested with a deep sigh.

The two men exchanged glances. “What about you?” Ryan was the one who was brave enough to ask.

“I’m going to go through it again; maybe I missed something,” she replied. Sensing reluctance from the boys to leave her alone made her temper flare. “I said go home!” she said much more firmly. She didn’t need a babysitter, and she wasn’t going to break. If anything, she was more focused now than she’d been since the shooting.

“If you find something, you call us before you do anything,” Esposito stated firmly, not looking away from her.

Seeing that they weren’t leaving until they had that promise from her, she gave them a nod. “Yeah…yeah, okay.” She breathed deeply, turning back to the murder board then to begin reviewing the evidence from the beginning. She went through all the information she had for what must have been at least 3 hours before leaning back in her chair and rubbing her eyes. Once again, she had nothing more than when she had started.

Her gaze moved to the empty chair by her desk then. What she wouldn’t give to hear one of his crazy theories now, to bounce ideas off him, to try to make something in the evidence make sense. It was well past midnight by now, and she was basically alone in the precinct, so she didn’t bother to hide the stray tear that slipped down her cheek as she couldn’t bring herself to look away from his chair. Wiping it away after a moment, she stood and grabbed her things, striding toward the elevator; she needed to see him.

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She stopped at her apartment to shower and change into some real clothes that were not NYPD issue sweats. Between the shower and being able to slide into her own jeans and shirt, she felt much more like herself. Grabbing her black leather jacket, her badge and her gun, she headed back to the hospital.

Having no trouble finding her way back to his room, she stood outside for a moment before taking a deep breath and slipping in quietly. Alexis was sleeping in a chair with her head resting on top of her folded arms on a table, and Martha was asleep in a chair with a spare blanket pulled over her. She remained silent, moving closer to Castle’s still sleeping form, quietly pulling the last chair up to his beside. Taking a deep breath, she sat down and ever so delicately took his hand in hers. “Rick…” she breathed as a few tears slid from her eyes, her thumb delicately sliding across the back of his hand.

She didn’t have a chance to get anything else out as Martha stirred. “Katherine?”

“I’m sorry, Martha. I didn’t mean to wake you,” Beckett apologized, keeping her tone low so as

not to also wake up Alexis.

“You didn’t, dear. This chair is hardly made to be slept in,” the redhead waved her hand dismissively.

Releasing his hand then, Beckett sat back slightly in her chair. “How is he?”

“The doctors assured us he’s as stable as they can expect, given the damage. They aren’t surprised he hasn’t woken up yet,” Martha explained to her.

Beckett did her best to not react to the word “damage.” He was damaged because of her, trying to protect her. “I’m so sorry, Martha…if I’d known…”

“Nonsense,” Martha interrupted. “Let me tell you something about Richard. He was exactly where he wanted to be.” She paused for a moment to let her words sink in before continuing. “He wrote 22 best sellers before he met you, dear. You’re a smart woman, Katherine…” she explained in a softer tone, giving the detective a look that would allow her to connect the dots. “And I’m sure you are familiar with my son’s stubbornness and persistence. He wouldn’t have been dismissed quite so easily,” she added in a slightly lighter tone.

Beckett did connect the dots–it wasn’t about the research anymore. He followed her because it was about her. Hearing her talk about Castle’s stubbornness, she looked down with a small smile. “Yeah, I might have noticed he’s a little stubborn.” But oddly enough, as infuriating as that could be at times, it was something she depended on; he was stubborn enough to not let her push him away, to make her face things, to keep her going. She got quiet again, letting her eyes move back to study Castle.

“Have you made any progress finding the man who did this?” Martha asked after a few moments, deciding that perhaps a change of topic might be more helpful to the detective. “I assume that’s why you left earlier.”

Sighing, Beckett ran her hands over her face. “No. Not yet,” she admitted quietly. “But I’ll find him. I promise you that.” Once again her tone took a slightly dangerous edge that left the other woman with no doubt that those words were true. “Do you mind if I stay?” she asked Martha after a few minutes of silence.

“You don't have to ask permission. Richard would want you here,” she assured her with a smile. “But you won’t get much sleep in that chair.”

“That’s okay. I’m not planning on sleeping right now,” Beckett replied, her eyes never leaving Castle. She didn’t think she’d be able to sleep even if she tried. Right now, she just needed to see him, to watch his chest shift as he breathed; she needed assurance that he was alive. It

wasn’t until she was sure that Martha was asleep that she allowed herself to lean forward in the chair and carefully take Castle’s hand in hers again.

xxxxx

Beckett woke up to a few rays of light coming through the window in the hospital room. She’d somehow managed to fall asleep with her head resting on the bed beside where her hand was still holding Castle’s. Sitting up, she could feel both her back and neck muscles protesting from the position they’d been in; she’d work the kinks out later. She watched him still sleeping, watched the heart monitor for a moment to make sure he was still stable. After a few moments, she finally released his hand and stood, stretching out her muscles slightly. She left a note for Alexis and Martha to make sure to call her when Castle woke up, and headed out to work on the case.

Just as she was turning a corner lost in her own thoughts as she tried to piece evidence together in her head, she ran…quite literally…into Josh. “Kate, hey,” he offered her a smile, hands easily steadying her.

“Josh…hi,” she replied with a smile that she couldn’t get to reach her eyes. “I didn’t get a chance yesterday, but…thank you for saving Castle's life,” she said softly.

Josh shrugged. “I’m a doctor, Kate. That’s my job.”

She nodded. “Right…”

They were both quiet for a few moments. Both seemingly knew what was coming. For Kate she knew she didn’t love him…not the way she should considering the length of their relationship; that didn’t make it any easier. And for him, he knew everything he needed to know when he’d seen her reaction the previous day.

“Do you love him, Kate?” Josh finally asked her quietly.

She was silent, neither confirming nor denying the words, but the look in her eyes spoke volumes. “I’m sorry, Josh,” was what she finally settled on. It really wasn't fair of her to lie to him about it.

Josh nodded. “Yeah…I’m sorry too,” he murmured. “I guess I can’t compete with a man who literally took a bullet for you.”

Those words stung, but she knew she kind of deserved them. She’d insisted to Josh for months that there was nothing between herself and Castle, insisted that they were friends, they worked together, but that was it. She’d insisted he had no reason to be jealous, that there wasn’t a competition between them. But during the case she’d worked in LA, she also had realized that

although she may have been committed to Josh physically and verbally, she’d never been able to commit to him emotionally; that commitment belonged to Castle. “I need to go…” she stated then. “I really am sorry.”

xxxxx

Beckett was surprised to be greeted by both Ryan and Esposito when she walked through the precinct that morning. It was still before the start of their shift.

“How’s Castle?” Ryan asked.

“He hasn’t woken up yet. The doctors say he’s as stable as he can be at the moment,” she answered quietly, on her way to the break room for a coffee.

“We got traffic cam footage from around the cemetery. We’re starting to go through it now,” Esposito offered.

She nodded as she silently waited for the coffee machine to finish.

“Beckett…we’ll get this guy,” Ryan promised.

“I know,” was all she said.

The boys exchanged a look, but didn’t really know what else to say to her, so they silently headed back to their desks to work on the traffic cam footage. The best way they could help her was to find something she could go on.

They’d been going through camera footage all day, with nothing to show for it. Beckett finally slammed her hand down on her desk in frustration. “Damn it…there has got to be something. A man cannot just vanish like a ghost!” she stated angrily.

“Hey, we’ll find something. If not from a traffic cam, then from something else. Somewhere there will be something,” Esposito assured her. But he also knew that the skill set of a professional sniper also included the ability to simply disappear.

She sighed, and leaned back in her chair, trying to massage out a kink in her neck. Her back and neck were both still stiff from the hospital chair, and sitting in a desk chair all day staring at a screen hadn’t helped much.

“Why don’t you go get some rest?” Ryan suggested. “We can call you if we find anything.”

“No, I’m good. I’m not tired, anyway,” she shook her head. That was when a text came through her phone. Reading the text caused the first real smile she’d had in days. “Castle’s awake,” she

informed the boys, standing and grabbing her jacket from her chair before heading to the elevator.

“We’ll keep looking and let you know what we find,” Esposito called after her. Both men were glad she was at least getting out of the precinct; checking in on Castle would give her a little bit of a break at least.

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I know this chapter is a little short. And I feel it's slightly weak and a little bit filler. But I hope it's still acceptable! Thank you again to everyone for your reaction to a story that I hadn't even planned to write. I look forward to hearing your thoughts on this chapter now that you've all encouraged me to keep going!

#caskett fanfiction #castle fanfiction #richard castle #kate beckett #castle #caskett

[imzadi-caskett-huddy]

Hell Hath No Fury

I apologize in advance for any feelings you have while reading this. I just…had angsty Beckett in my mind tonight. I felt the need to feel the special kind of hurt that only an emotionally tortured Beckett…or more accurately, the special kind of hurt that only an emotionally charged performance by Stana Katic can make me feel. I need to feel that kind of hurt that comes from the uncanny way she can somehow make Kate Beckett a 4D character, making me feel what she’s feeling through the TV screen. So…that’s mostly how this story happened.

This changes the ending of the season 3 finale so that Castle takes the bullet for her. I’m really, really sorry if this story makes you feel things. I only hope my words can do half of what Stana would do with the material.

I don’t own the show or the characters. But angsty Beckett has been in my mind all day, living rent free.

xxxxx

Staring out the window at the hospital, she couldn’t help the tears that slipped down her cheek as she replayed the events that brought her here. She’d been giving the eulogy at Montgomery’s funeral…and before she’d known what had happened, she’d been tackled to the ground as a shot rang out. When she’d heard it, she’d expected to feel the bullet tearing through her flesh, but all she felt was the weight of the man who had tackled her. The man who was her partner.

A strangled sob escaped her lips as she thought of Castle. Castle, who was so innocent in all of this, who was now here because of her. Her mind went back to the cemetery.

“Castle!” she murmured, realizing a second later that he’d been shot. “No!” she moved from underneath him and immediately rolled him onto his back. She saw the blood soaking through his clothes. “No! No, no, no…” she murmured, doing everything she could to stop the bleeding.

“Castle…Castle, don’t do this. Stay with me, ok?” she pleaded with him. “Stay with me…” she murmured as the tears slipped down her cheeks. He hadn’t responded, hadn’t moved. She could at least tell he was breathing…barely.

Another sob escaped her lips. There had been so much blood. Blood that was still on her skin, her clothes. She replayed the ambulance ride…the way her own heart had stopped when he flatlined and they had to shock him back. He’d been in surgery for the past 2 hours. A nurse had come out to let them know the surgery would still be another couple of hours. But Beckett hadn’t been able to leave, hadn’t been able to bring herself to even get cleaned up.

Lanie, Ryan and Esposito were in the waiting room, but all three of them had given her space. They were worried about Castle, of course; but they had never seen Beckett like this.

“One of us needs to go talk to her...convince her to at least get the blood off her,” Ryan said

quietly.

Esposito studied her for a moment before looking at his partner. “You want to volunteer to get your head bit off? Because I'm pretty sure that's what's going to happen the moment any of us go over there. I’m not telling her she needs to go anywhere.”

Lanie took a deep breath. “I’ll go talk to her, since neither one of you want to man up,” she shot them both a look. She approached her friend carefully, knowing this was going to be a tough conversation. She also knew the conversation would get a lot harder if someone came out of the operating room and told her Castle hadn’t made it. She knew her friend could take a lot, but she honestly wasn’t sure if that wouldn’t be the final thing to break her. “Hey, Kate…how are you holding up?” she asked, keeping her voice soft.

Beckett drew a ragged breath, a few fresh tears sliding down her cheeks. “I’m fine,” she stated lowly, withdrawing deeper into herself.

“Honey, you are not fine,” Lanie stated simply, her tone still soft, being very gentle with her best friend.

Swallowing hard, Beckett finally turned her head away from the window to look at Lanie, the heartbreak evident all over her face.

“Oh honey,” she embraced her friend then, her heart breaking for the other woman.

Beckett couldn’t help it. The understanding embrace from her friend broke the dam and she couldn’t hold back the tears anymore. “I watched him die in that ambulance, Lanie,” she murmured. “I watched him die…and my heart stopped for a minute too when they almost didn’t get him back…” A sob escaped from her. “This was supposed to be me…he’s here because of me…”

Lanie gave her friend a few moments to get it all out so that she’d be able to listen. Only when Beckett had pulled back from the hug did Lanie release her. “Kate…” she started, trying to find the words to comfort her friend. She didn’t think now was exactly the best time to deal with the can of worms known as Beckett’s feelings for the writer that hadn’t just been opened but had pretty much exploded because of the events that had transpired, so she tried to find some kind of words to offer her some kind of comfort. Though she knew the only comfort that would make any kind of difference would be a doctor or nurse coming out to tell them that Castle was going to be fine. “Castle is going to make it through this,” she started.

“How do you know?”

“The fact that no one has come out with bad news is a good sign. No news is good news right

now.”

“God, Lanie…there was so much blood…” she breathed, a few more tears sliding down her cheeks.

The woman was quiet for a moment, trying to decide how to best go about the task of suggesting her friend leave long enough to get cleaned up. “Speaking of blood…how about we get you cleaned up, hmm?” she suggested. Seeing the look Beckett gave her at the suggestion did cause the medical examiner to pause before deciding to try another approach. “Kate…I’m not suggesting you leave. Just come with me…we’ll find a place to get you washed up…Ryan told me he has a clean set of sweats in his trunk. You can get the blood off you, change clothes…” she took a deep breath. “Castle’s mother and daughter are in the waiting room. I’m sure they’d love it if you joined them…but you need to not have his blood on you when you go over there,” she tried again.

Beckett swallowed hard at the mention of Martha and Alexis. “Oh God, Lanie…they must hate me right now…that bullet was meant for me…”

“They don’t hate you,” Lanie interrupted. “And stop going down that rabbit hole. It doesn’t matter who the bullet was meant for. Now come on.” She placed a gentle hand on Beckett’s elbow and when her friend didn’t push her away, she gave Ryan a nod to go get the extra clothes as she led her friend down the hallway to find a place to help her get cleaned up and changed.

xxxxx

The door to the bathroom had just closed and Beckett had moved to the sink to start washing her hands. That’s when the shock…realization…set in that it was Castle’s blood. She was covered in Castle’s blood. As a homicide detective, the sight of blood no longer phased her…she’d seen more than her fair share in the years on the job. But suddenly the knowledge the the blood covering her belonged to Castle was something she just could not process. “Oh God…God…Lanie, get it off…get it off…get it off…” she started to panic.

Lanie barely had time to get the door locked before her friend was freaking out. “Kate…hey…hey, get what off?” she tried to calm her down.

“The blood…his blood…” she breathed, completely falling apart then as her back slid down the wall and she sank to the floor. “His blood…I’m covered in his blood…Lanie…he can’t…he can’t…he has to be okay…” she was sobbing now, struggling to breathe through the pain in her own chest.

“Oh Kate…honey…just breathe…” she murmured, feeling completely helpless to help her friend. She started getting some paper towels and wetting them with cold water to start cleaning the dried blood off of her hands, hoping that washing the blood away would help at least some. She

had never seen her friend like this; even when she knew Beckett had issues with certain things, or when something bad had happened to her; she’d definitely had her share of needing to comfort her friend, like when Will had left her. But Lanie had never seen her break like this.

It took almost an hour for Lanie to get Beckett cleaned up; it had taken over 25 minutes for her to be able to get her friend breathing normally again after she’d completely fallen apart. And now, the woman who walked out of the bathroom in a set of NYPD sweats had managed to pull it together. It was still obvious she’d been crying…it wasn’t like she had makeup to be able to hide that, but she wasn’t going to break at the moment. At least as long as no one came out with any kind of bad news.

Slowly, cautiously, Beckett approached Martha. “Martha?” she kept her voice soft. Seeing the older woman stand, she wasn’t sure who embraced whom. “I am so, so sorry…” she apologized as she held the other woman tightly.

“It’s not your fault, Katherine…” Martha stated as she clung to the detective. Finally releasing the embrace, she knew all too well the look in the younger woman’s eyes. Fear. Love. Fear that the man she loved wasn’t going to come back to her. She’d seen those emotions mirrored in her son’s eyes as well regarding the woman in front of her. “No one blames you, dear.”

Beckett knew she needed to seek out Alexis. She knew better than anyone the pain Alexis was feeling right now. She’d been in her shoes when she’d been just a few years older than Alexis. Taking a deep breath and steeling herself, she was determined to be strong for the girl. Her need to be there for Alexis had currently pushed away the crushing weight of her mother’s case, how similar this was to what had happened to her mother. “Alexis…” she approached softly.

Alexis had adopted a stance at the hospital window, much the way Beckett had at the other end of the hallway before Lanie had come to talk to her. She didn’t say anything, didn’t even acknowledge Beckett’s presence; she simply stared out the window.

“Alexis…he’s going to be okay…” she started softly, echoing the words Lanie had told her not even a full hour earlier, and managing to make herself sound much more confident than she felt.

“How do you know that?” Alexis spun on the older woman then. “You can’t know that, because you’re not a doctor! You’re a cop…a cop who my dad has been following around…a cop who was supposed to keep my dad safe…” she started in on her.

Beckett said nothing, just let the girl vent. She knew more than anyone how she was feeling. The hurt, the fear. She’d prepared herself for this. “I know,” she stated simply once the girl was done. “I was supposed to protect him. He’s my partner…and I didn’t hold up my end. And I’m sorry,” she apologized. “But he’s going to be okay,” she insisted again. Why couldn’t she just believe those words yet, though?

“My dad was only there because of you.”

Those words cut through her like a dull knife. “I know.” She swallowed hard. “And that’s something I have to carry with me for the rest of my life.”

The detective’s words caused Alexis to soften slightly. She took in the older woman’s appearance; she’d been crying. She looked like she was trying to be strong, but Alexis was mature enough to see the worry in her eyes, the guilt that was there. She was mature enough to realize that blaming Detective Beckett for her father’s situation was not going to help anyone; if anything, it would make matters worse. This was hard for her too. It was then that she moved from the window and pulled Beckett into a bone-crushing hug, letting her tears of worry fall.

Beckett just held her tightly. Quite honestly, she wasn’t sure if the hug was more for her benefit or Alexis’s. But she knew the girl was feeling lost, scared, hurt…the emotions she’d felt the day a detective had informed her and her father of her mother’s death. Castle had once asked her to look out for Alexis if anything ever happened to him; that was a promise she was going to keep. After another few moments, Martha joined the two younger women, wrapping them both in her arms as well.

Lanie, Esposito and Ryan watched as Beckett insisted on remaining strong for Castle’s mother and daughter.

“She gonna be ok?” Esposito asked Lanie after a moment.

She was quiet for a moment before answering. “Not if he doesn’t make it,” she answered quietly.

It was at that moment a nurse came through the doors. “Who is here for Mr. Castle?” The entire group moved over to her in answer to the question. “The doctor will be on his way out momentarily to talk to you.”

Beckett felt her heart drop. That didn’t sound like good news. And a moment later when the doctor came through those doors, her heart dropped again for a different reason when she saw it was Josh. Her boyfriend. The boyfriend she hadn’t thought about, hadn’t even remembered was working today in this hospital. Of course he had to be the doctor. The only relief she felt was from the fact that she knew he was damn good at his job.

“Josh…is he okay?” she asked.

The doctor studied the group, including his girlfriend…the look on her face; he could tell by the way she looked, whatever was between her and her partner was more than she felt for him. “Mr. Castle is alive. He’s as stable as he can be at the moment. He’s not out of the woods yet, but

he’s being moved into the ICU and you’ll be able to see him soon.”

Kate’s eyes met those of her boyfriend and knew this had told him everything he’d needed to know, everything she’d been denying for months about Castle. He was more than her partner. “Thank you,” she breathed.

He nodded and after giving her a long look, headed back through the doors.

About half an hour later, a nurse came back out. “Mr. Castle is in a private room in the ICU. You can come back, but no more than three at a time.”

“You guys go ahead. We’ll wait right here,” Ryan told the three women who were most worried about him.

Beckett gave them a grateful look, and Ryan nodded his head with a small smile before the three woman who cared most about the man followed the nurse back to his room.

xxxxx

She sensed the relief in both Martha and Alexis as they saw Castle in his hospital bed, still sedated and hooked up to machines, but at least alive and with a steady heartbeat. It felt like a punch in the gut to see him there, knowing it was in her place. She watched as Alexis and Martha moved to his bedside, both moving chairs closer to him. It was only after an encouraging look from Martha that Beckett stepped closer to stand at the other side of his bed. She was silent as she studied him, her fingers absently running ever so lightly along the top of his hand. “See, Alexis…I told you that he was going to be fine,” she offered the girl a small smile…a smile that she had perfected in her line of work.

“Thank you, Detective Beckett,” Alexis told her softly.

“Kate. You can call me Kate.”

Alexis nodded and offered a smile that looked like it mirrored the one Beckett had given her. “Kate.”

After another couple of moments, Beckett took a deep breath. “I’m going to give you guys some privacy with him. Please text or call if you need anything…or if anything happens before I make it back,” she told them, giving each woman a gentle shoulder squeeze.

Alexis didn’t really notice, but Martha knew enough stories from her son to know what the detective was most likely going to do. She stood and pulled her into a hug. “Take care of yourself Katherine. He’s going to want to see you when he wakes up,” she said lowly, just loud enough for Beckett to hear.

“I will.” And with that, Kate headed out of the room, her jaw clenching as soon as she was through the doors of the ICU. The boys and Lanie saw the look in her eyes and the way she was walking; Beckett was back…and she was on a mission.

“Beckett! Hey!” Ryan called.

“Where are you going?” Esposito asked, though judging from the look on her face, he had an idea of what her general plan was.

When she met the eyes of her friends, they saw the look of determination. “I’m going to hunt down the son of a bitch who shot him. And then I’m putting him in the ground,” she said lowly, her voice carrying a dangerous edge that they had never really heard before. She didn’t even give them a chance to say anything as she strode out of the hospital with determined, angry strides. She wasn't going to just find the shooter and bring him to justice; she was going to kill him.

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So I can leave it there…this can be a one shot. Or I can revisit this and add more. What do you guys think? Feedback is everything!

I'm also not sure how active the Castle fandom is still here...I haven't been on this site in years. And now I've fallen back into the Castle rabbit hole and I couldn't help myself. Hope you like this.

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[takeeachdayonebookatatime]

Why did you elbow me? 101

Achilles Castle part 6

Alexis: pov this must be hard Dad going home and Kate having to stay here. We have decided to divide and conquer. The hospital is providing us with crutches and a wheelchair for Dad. The stuff Lanie ordered should arrive tomorrow morning. When we get home Dave is going to run to the store and pick up a baby monitor. Gram is going to be making breakfast in the mornings and Jim has offered to make the lunches since it's most likely going to be sandwiches. Looks like me and Dave are on dinner duty. Lanie will be helping Castle with his medical needs.

Ryan: pov Lanie calls me to update me, turns out Castle is getting released which is fantastic. The sad part is Kate has to stay in the hospital for monitoring since she had a ventricular tachycardia episode. It's starting to get late, Jenny already got Sarah Grace in bed. Me and Jenny decided to watch a movie and spend some time cuddling in bed.

Kate: pov Castle is already in the car and on his way home. Dad texted me as they were pulling up to the house. I guess it's just me and Lanie here. I thank her for spending the night and she says no problem.

Dave: pov we get Mr Castle settled on the sofa, then I head out to the store to buy the baby monitor it was Lanie's suggestion.

Castle: pov Alexis pulls out the walkie-talkies from the back of a cabinet. Everyone chats until Dave gets back. We will set up the monitor tomorrow. The sofa isn't too bad, Dave is staying in the guest room, Mother, Alexis and Jim are all in their rooms upstairs.

Lanie: pov Kate is having a very hard time falling asleep. Ugh this is going to be a rough night. Kate kept waking up in the middle of the night, at least the recliner in her room is comfortable. in the morning her Dr shows up and asks her how she slept and she says not good i was worried about Castle. The Dr gives Kate her heart medicine, before we are sent home she has scans. A therapist also comes to talk with Kate a little about her fear that something bad would happen to Castle. In the scan room which has pale blue walls on the cardiology ward. I help Kate lay on the exam table, Dr Crane has nurse Suzanne hook her up to the ekg machine, he says right now everything looks stable. He then squirts the very cold gel on Kate's chest and moves the wand around over her heart. Dr Crane mentions at the moment everything looks stable.

Kate: pov I have been cleared to move around a little bit more. Back in my room I'm given cheerios for breakfast, then I fill out my release form. I hate being tired all the time. But fatigue is a side effect of my heart condition. A nurse wheels me out to Lanie' car. Once home I hug Castle who is sitting on the sofa eating eggs and bacon. I have some exercises I'm supposed to do at home to keep my strength up.

Alexis: pov I'm so happy Kate is home, a few minutes after sitting on the sofa it seems like she has fallen asleep cuddling Dad. I give him his morning pain pill. Gram made bacon and eggs for everyone. I'm helping set up the baby monitor. It has 2 monitor ends. I put one in the living room and Lanie puts one in the master bedroom which Kate is sleeping in. That way she and Castle can talk and see each other, and we can monitor them too.

Esposito: pov me and Ryan are searching the guys house for any clues. We found nothing useful at his house.

Jim: pov Lanie mentions Castle's pain pills will make him sleep a lot today, Katie just woke up from her nap. It's decided since it's so nice out we are sitting outside and chatting. Alexis and her boyfriend Dave are actually getting in the pool.

Dave: pov everyone gets into their bathing suits. Outside me and Alexis get in the pool since it's nice out, Mr Castle is asleep on a lounge chair. Lanie asks Kate if she wants to get in the pool to cool off.

Lanie: pov I help her into her life jacket. I tell Dave to be on standby just in case. Me and Kate sit on the steps of the pool which should keep her cool. I talked with Castle, Martha and Jim earlier and we have a surprise for Alexis and Dave.

Esposito: pov Next we moved onto his other property, an office-like building. In the basement we found a secret room. This must be where he did his organ harvesting.

Ryan: pov this place is weird almost looks like an operating suite, we have esu comb over the building looking for evidence.

Jim: pov I'm inside making sandwiches for lunch, Martha is helping by packing a picnic lunch for Alexis and Dave so they can eat it on the beach and have some alone time, for a little bit.

Martha: pov Richard is up from his nap Alexis gives him his pain meds. I tell Alexis we have a surprise for her and Dave. I packed them a picnic lunch so they could eat on the beach and have some alone time.

Alexis: pov how nice of Gram she says it was dad's idea. Me and Dave head out for our picnic lunch.

Kate: pov dad made me some oatmeal, my new favorite food. With some fruit on the side. I changed into a pair of shorts and a cute beachy t-shirt.

Ryan: pov I found a surveillance camera from the area around where the building is located. I'm eating a meatball sub while watching the footage looking for any clues. Esposito is interviewing the building owner before he stops for lunch.

Dave: pov after a short walk to the beach me and Alexis set the blanket down. Then open up the picnic basket. We chat while we eat, Alexis thanks me for all my help with her Dad and Kate. I tell her no problem, I really like you. To be continued. ……….

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[taylor-rene]

My project has a very conceptual beginning. A recent trend on TikTok highlights the ways that people throughout history are have similar experiences. Most of these (at least the ones I’ve seen) have been about women. These videos show a woman from the past noticing that she is doing the same thing as women from modern times. Some examples include making mead, braiding hair, getting tattoos, using perfume/makeup, or being frustrated about not having big enough pockets. Most of the videos end with photos of historical items that highlight these similarities. I really love this trend, specifically the connection element. At many times in my life I’ve felt more androgynous, but things like this make me feel connected to my femininity. 

The other idea I’m keeping in mind is one I took from the wife of a childhood friend. Ryan moved away in high school, but came back to visit one day with his wife, Julia. While she was there, she told me that she loved meeting all of Ryan’s childhood friends. She said that is was like seeing his puzzle pieces. She loved who he was, but their visit allowed her to see where all the pieces of him came from. 

I wanted to use this project to explore this idea that we are all collections of our interactions and relationships with other people. Some of these are things handed down through generations, connecting us to our past (and future) more than we realize. For all the ways the world has changed, so many things have stayed the same. 

I wanted to highlight items that blurred the line between my story and other peoples stories. Items that have less obvious worth.

I landed on some pottery pieces, a scallop shell, and a falcon feather.

The pottery pieces were found on a beach in Nice, France. I only noticed them because I was taking off my shoes. Don't let the blue sky deceive you, it was the dead of winter. Nevertheless, I insisted on putting my feet in the water.

The second item is a scallop shell from outside a closed restaurant in Riec-sur-Bélon. We drove out to this town specifically for this restaurant, but it was closed for the winter. The whole town was really quiet. We only saw one other person at first, and he was putting oysters out of the water. The second person we saw popped her head out of a door and started speaking quickly in French. Our blank faces must have said a lot, because the next thing she said was "Ah! To taste?" She brought us a tray of oysters, bread and butter, and some wine. It was one of my all time favorite meals.

The last item is a falcon feather. I got this feather from the Falconry school at Ashford Castle. I loved learning about the ways hunters and falcons both benefit from the partnership.

[jyfrnd]

rymin masquerade/ballroom/prince au my beloved <3

#min would be the prince of some country #and hed have to be married so his country would host a ball (or smthing like that) #and ryan...god im SO tempted to make him an assassin #or a theif? #like he gets sent in to the ball by whatever organization hes a part of to steal the familes riches #(he ends up taking silverware JDJFJF) #but yeah. he dresses up as a 'fair maiden' #which i think he wouldnt mind bc he likes to fuck w/ gender stuff #(and honestly? i think hed pass pretty well. he has long hair and a 'slim figure' after all) #and hed end up dancing w/ min somehow (maybe min freaks out bc of all the girls approaching him and. ryan just straight up whisks him away) #djdjdjdjdj #but yeah i think either 1) the two would end up talking outside #and ryan would take off his mask at the end (flustering/surprising min) #but !! they would become friends (n eventually fall in love bc....gay djdjdjjfjf) #or 2) min would choose like a group of 'girls' he wanted to continue seeing and eventually hed end up w/ ryan #either ver. would end up with them running away though i think. #or with ryan moving into the castle at least #sskkdkfk WOW this got long #but yeah. rymin brainrot real #finn.txt #rymin