arrested decision


i feel so bad for my modern au rey

anonymous asked:

Hi. Don't you think that Catelyn started the 5 kings war by imprisioning Tyrion?

Hi there! I’m not the best person for political analysis, but in my opinion, while Catelyn definitely had a huge hand in precipitating things, it’s inaccurate to blame her for starting the war without looking at the overall context. Like many historical events irl, the war of the 5 kings as we know it was determined by a combination of several concurrent factors, and Cat’s actions were essentially a trigger in a political climate sizzling with tension and begging for a war to begin. 

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latest news (i will keep updating)

-there was an attempt of a coup d'état
-41 policemen, 2 soldiers and 47 civilians were killed
-104 soldiers were found dead
-1440 people injured
-over 10000 are arrested
-more than 60000 were laid off from their jobs
-turkish parliament was bombed
-chief of staff was found alive but the commanders of the land forces, naval forces, air forces and gendarmerie forces are still missing
-arrest decision was issued about 140 supreme court members and 38 state council judges (credits to @hepsimanyak)

edit: number of arrested soldiers
edit 2: number of injured people

Lucille 2: Lucille? Lucille! Aren’t you something? Showing up here without your husband. Shame be damned. Caution to the wind.

Lucille: That’s so sweet, darling. I’m here to support you. You’re the one who’s all alone and likely to stay that way. My husband’s just a phone call away.

Lucille 2: That’s one call per day, isn’t it? Gee, I should think he’d want to save that for his lawyer.

Lucille: At least he’s in prison, not an urn.  

Lucille 2: You are so deliciously witty.

-Arrested Development “Key Decisions”

Is it still Masami week?

Framed Chapter 3/4

Continuation of this prompt from castlefanficprompts and lordofkavaka.

Part One Here. Part Two Here.


a.n. So a little bit of a time jump here. Also, read to the fifth paragraph before you give up on it.

Kate sat on her couch, sobs wracking her body. It was over. He was dead. She couldn’t believe after months of this that some sniper had taken him out. How could this have happened?

She had been sitting on her couch for more than two hours, his blood still on her hands and shirt as she tried to comprehend that he was gone. Even after all he had done, he still meant something to her.

She was shaken out of her thoughts by her front door being unlocked. Her roommate for the last six months entered, the grocery bags in his hands wobbling while he tried to get inside the apartment.

She heard the bag of groceries drop the floor as he rushed to her, apparently having seen the blood.

“Kate, what happened?” Castle asked, placing his strong hands on her shoulders.

“Montgomery. He…he was shot today. He was going to testify,” Kate said, her voice uneven from hours of crying. Montgomery had been their one link to Bracken, their only witness that could help them bring the SOB who had killed her mom to justice. Now he was dead.

“Oh, God. Are you okay? Are you injured?”

She shook her head. The blood was all Montgomery’s. She had been bringing him into the precinct for another round of questioning as they buttoned down their case against the senator, when a bullet from a sniper rifle had pierced his heart. At first she didn’t know if she was crying because he had died or because he had been their only hope of taking Bracken down. Now she knew that it was more the latter than the former. But even then, she still didn’t want him to die. Even knowing what he had done. Even knowing how his actions had led to her mom’s death. She had forgiven him enough that she didn’t want him to die.

Castle sighed and sat next to her, pulling her into his side as he held her. They had gotten close over the last six months. Castle had gotten a job at the New York Public Library, and had started to pay half the rent on her apartment just a few weeks after he had come to stay with her. He had asked her repeatedly if she wanted him to find his own place, but surprisingly she liked having him around. She liked having a friend to come home to, someone who she could share everything. He had become her best friend.

He had started writing again, and she had bought a new set of his books. To her surprise, she found that she liked them even more now than she did before. He had gotten an advance from a new publishing company and was working on the first novel of a new series based on her. When he had told her about his idea, she had scoffed at the idea, but after he had shared the first 10 chapters with her, she had fallen in love with it.

As she sat there being held so gently, she realized that it wasn’t the books she had fallen in love with. It was him. And that thought scared her.

“What happened,” he asked, when she quieted down.

She told him how they had been transporting Montgomery, and how he had been shot. How she had knelt beside him, holding the wound as he took his last breath. How she had completely lost it once they knew there was no bringing him back. How Gates had to forcefully pry her from his body as the ME came up to start processing the remains. She told him everything, like she always did.

“I don’t think we can win without him,” Kate whispered. “Without his testimony, this is over. Bracken gets away with what he did to my mom, what he did to you. I don’t know if I can deal with that.”

“You will get him, Kate.”

She looked up from where her head rested on his shoulder, and wiped away the tears on her cheeks. “You can’t know that.”

“But I do. You came to see me in prison every month for eight years. You never, not once, gave up on getting the answer to your question. You would have kept right on asking until the day my life ended. I know you would have. You are the most tenacious, persistent, extraordinary person I know. You will get Bracken. You’ll find a way.”

She was always dumbstruck when she thought about where they were right now. Here was a man who had been accused of her mom’s murder, who had been placed on death row, who’d had to face her accusing gaze once a month for eight years, and he still had such high regard for her.

“I hope you’re right,” she said before she could do something stupid, like kiss him.

He stood up and tugged on her hands, bringing her up with him. “Come on, go get cleaned up, you’ll feel better. I’ll cook dinner. I’ve got some good news.”


“So, what’s your good news, Rick?” Kate asked after they had finished their meal. They sat at her (their) kitchen table, each drinking a glass of red wine.

“I got news today of the settlement. I don’t really care to go trial, so my lawyer was able to get a number from the Attorney General.” He had sued the state for wrongful incarceration a month after he had gotten out. He wasn’t going to, but Kate had persisted, telling him that he deserved to be compensated at least for the money he had lost, even if he couldn’t get the time back.

“Oh? Are you rich again?”

“Well, not yet.”

She lifted her eyebrows as she took another sip. “Are you going to make me guess?”

“Twenty million.”

She swallowed hard, nearly expelling the wine through her nose. “Twenty million? Holy… Wow.”

“Yeah. Listen, Kate, I have something to ask you.”

Nervously she focused on him again, wondering what he could have to say after such a revelation. “Okay.”

“I don’t need twenty million dollars. I’m back writing again, and the book is good enough to get published. I was thinking that I’d put some of that money in a fund; a scholarship fund in memory of your mom. They could use it for young law students who want to focus on working the cases nobody else wants, like those focused on by the Justice Initiative. Would that be something you’d be okay with?”

“You want to create a scholarship fund in memory of my mom,” Kate asked, completely stunned by the gesture.

“Yeah. I mean, we shouldn’t just remember her for her death, you know?”

It was so sweet, so unexpected that she didn’t know what to say. Here was a man who had lost everything who wanted to do something like this for her mom.

“That’s sweet, Rick. Of course, I wouldn’t have a problem with it.”

He smiled at her, relief flooding his beautiful blue eyes. “Good then.” He finished off his wine and got up to put it in the sink.

When he came back she was still staring into her nearly empty glass thinking about the feelings that were swirling around inside her. After her mom’s death she had closed herself off. She had walled off her heart so that she would never get hurt again. She glanced up at the man who had just sat down across from her. For the first time in nearly nine years she was thinking about letting someone into her heart.

“I want to give you some too,” Castle said, breaking the silence.

“What?” she said, her voice breaking.

“I want to give you some of the money too. I know you don’t need it or even want it, but I want to give some to you.”

“No, Rick, I don’t want your money.”

“Kate. I wouldn’t be here if it weren’t for you. You proved my innocence.”

“It was chance, Castle. Anyone would have done it.”

“Okay, but I still wouldn’t be here. I’d be living on the streets, probably fighting with some guy named Joe over the nicest box. You offered me a place to live, and I’ll never be able to repay you for that.”

She sighed. “I don’t want your money, Rick. I don’t.”

“I know. But I want to do it. We don’t have to argue over it now, just think about it okay?”



One Week Later…

After Montgomery had been arrested, the decision had been made to keep his crimes quiet for as long as possible in order to keep the knowledge that he was in custody from Bracken. Now that he was dead the NYPD had decided to drop the charade, which meant no Honor Guard funeral for her captain.

Kate had been shocked when Evelyn Montgomery had asked her to give one of the eulogies. At first she had balked at the prospect, knowing that while she had forgiven him, she still felt he held some responsibility for her mom’s death, not to mention the incarceration of Richard Castle. But Rick had convinced her to do it, saying that it might at least provide her with some closure.

The day of the funeral was sunny and warm, the spring air flowing through her hair as she stood next to the grave site, dressed in a black pant suit. Castle stood beside her as the priest performed the service. Kate couldn’t take her eyes off of his family. He had three children who were now without their father. Three children who would grow up knowing that their father had died after committing a crime. Despite what Montgomery had done, she still felt for those small children and the hell she knew they were going through.

After the priest finished, the eulogies started. A small parade of mourners came up to tell stories of their fallen loved one, thoughts on his life, and remembrances of his career and family. When it was finally her turn she and Castle made their way towards the podium. She had only agreed to do this if he could stand by her side. She didn’t think she could do this without him, so he had agreed to stand by her while she talked about the man who had cost her so much.

Standing in front of about a hundred people, giving her thoughts on her fallen captain, Kate remembered the first time she had met Roy Montgomery. It was her first week in uniform, and the trial of Richard Castle had yet to start. She had snuck her way into the record room to look at her mom’s case file. At that point she couldn’t believe that Richard Castle could have had her mom killed. She couldn’t understand why he would do such a thing. She knew that he mom had known the man, but she couldn’t fathom how that could have led to her mom’s murder.

Montgomery had caught her sifting through the file, and had let her read it for five minutes before he wanted her out, warning her that she shouldn’t be in the record room. After that he had mentored her, and helped her reach detective faster than any woman ever had.

Kate was half way through her eulogy when she heard Rick shout her name. Before she could figure out what was happening, he was tackling her to the ground. When they landed, him on top of her, she felt the wind being knocked out of her lungs. Before she could push him off of her, she became aware of a sharp pain in her chest.

She saw Rick pull himself up off of her, and kneel by her side. She couldn’t breathe. The pain was so intense; black spots started to appear at the edges of her vision. Unconsciousness was coming to claim her. She welcomed it. Anything to get rid of the pain.

Looking up she stared into Rick’s stunning blue eyes.

“Stay with me, Kate. Please. Stay with me,” he cried, as he put pressure on the wound on her chest. He looked up and shouted, “Someone call 911!”

Kate used some of her energy to bring her hand up to his cheek, wiping away the tears she saw flowing down his cheeks.

“Stay with me, Kate, please. Please,” he pleaded, looking her in the eyes. As her vision started to fade, the last thing she heard was, “Stay with me, Kate. I love, you. I love you Kate.”


a.n. Blame the cliff hanger on AWM.