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anonymous asked:

Prompt: Castle falls asleep on Beckett's chest.

Post 4x04, Kick The Ballistics.


She hated for him to see her broken, raw and trembling and overwhelmed with inner demons, but part of her had been grateful for the one time she had let him. In her own apartment, during an unexpected panic attack a couple of weeks ago, he had touched the shaking bone of her shoulder, murmured comforting words, relatable words.

I know, Kate, I know. I have them too.

She hadn’t necessarily believed that, couldn’t picture Rick Castle enduring the torturous episode of a panic attack, but he hadn’t been lying to her. 

The return of Jerry Tyson had rattled him, she knew that, and ever since the heartbreak she had caused him throughout the summer, their partnership had been a bit more tentative. Her shooting, those words she isn’t supposed to remember, still looming over them, she knew that too. Castle was under a lot of stress, probably dealing with a good dose of emotional turmoil, but that knowledge hadn’t prepared her for his mother to call her in quiet distress, worried over her son and unsure of what else to do.

“This has happened before, once not long after the divorce with Meredith, when he was under so much pressure,” Martha had babbled, her voice a contradiction of calm and factual, frantic and fearful. “And I know he doesn’t like for anyone to see him like this. But I could hear him when I went to let him know I was leaving and he just sounded so - so grief stricken, and I just can’t not-”

“I’m on my way,” Kate had promised his mother, already changing directions, turning away from the entrance of the subway that would take her home and towards the sidewalk instead, hailing a cab that would get her to his loft quicker. “Just ten minutes, I’ll be there.”

“I’ll leave the door unlocked for you, darling.”

Martha had stuck true to her word and after impatiently riding the elevator to the top floor of his building, Kate is able to stride inside the loft, take the path to his office without a second thought. Her fingers pause over the handle to his bedroom door, though, apprehension flaring in her stomach. She’s never been inside his bedroom and it isn’t her right to just barge in.

“I’ll be out in just a moment, Mother,” he calls out when she knocks, and he’s a skilled actor, talented in the roles he plays for those he doesn’t allow inside, but she can still hear the slight quiver in his voice. 

“Not your mom, Castle,” she calls back, hearing nothing but silence on the other side of the door for a split second before his footsteps rush towards her. 

The door swings open and despite the smile he musters for her, she can see the cracks in his exterior. 

“Beckett, to what do I owe the pleasure of an unexpected visit?” he quips. “And how did you get in here?”

“Your mom let me in while she was on her way out.” Technically, it was true. “I thought after everything with this case and 3XK… I thought you could use some company.”

His eyes ripple with surprised delight, gentle appreciation, and she wishes she would have thought to come to him sooner, to care enough to check on him without his mother having to inform her of his current state. 

“I - that’d be great. Have you eaten?”

“No,” she admits, biting her bottom lip when Castle steps out of his office, his hand rising to glance the small of her back before it quickly falls away. She misses the warmth of his palm without even having the chance to experience it. “Have you?”

“I was just about to,” he lies, the grin stretched across his lips charming but strained, enough for her to see through.

She doesn’t comment on it, doesn’t try to bring up what she knows is bothering him, but she does stick close to his side in the kitchen, helping him heat up leftover pasta that smells divine despite its time in the fridge. She sits beside him on the couch while they eat, engages in the comfortable small talk, the silence that falls between bites yet never becomes awkward. Not with him.

“How’re you holding up?” Kate finally asks after he’s set his bowl down on the coffee table in front of them, taken the last sip of the red wine he had poured in matching glasses for them. She still nurses hers between her palms.

Castle tilts his head at her in feigned confusion. “What do you mean?”

“Rick,” she murmurs, watching him physically deflate, sighing out in defeat as his shoulders slump, his lips falling into a frown and his eyes going dull, and she stretches forward to deposit her wine glass on the table beside his.

“I’m okay,” he states with a shrug. “Not even sure why it bothers me so much. Ryan is the one who went through hell during this case.”

“What Tyson did to you both was equally traumatizing-“

“Trauma?” Castle scoffs, shaking his head at her. “I didn’t - there’s no trauma, Kate. I’m fine. I just - I guess this case had me afraid that Tyson would step up his game, come after us, people I care about.”

“We never would have let him come after Martha or Alexis,” she swears to him, hoping the knowledge that he had an entire precinct ready to protect his family if need be would provide him with comfort, but she watches his lips purse instead.

“And you?”

Kate shifts on the sofa to face him, her brow creasing with confusion. “Me?”

Castle scrapes a hand through his hair and averts his eyes, looks as if he’s about to rise, take a page from her book and make a run for it, so she drapes her hand atop his knee, effectively stays him.

“I can’t protect you,” he gets out without meeting her eyes. “Couldn’t protect you. I wouldn’t have been able to stop Tyson if he had-“

“Castle, stop,” she breathes, her fingers clenching hard over the bone of his knee.

“And I know you don’t need my protection, but I can’t - God, I can’t lose you again, Beckett,” he confesses, his head in his hands and his body curling in on itself, protecting himself. From her. “Not like that.”

“You’re not,” Kate chokes out, the terrible grief clogging her throat, knotting in her chest beneath the bullet scar that consumes her sternum, consumes everything.

She’s close enough to drop her forehead to the rounded bone of his shoulder, the scent of his aftershave drifting up to greet her, embrace her, and she inhales a deep breath of it, of him, and swallows down her own anguish, focuses on Castle’s.

His spine is stiff, his entire frame rigid beneath the foreign proximity she offers, and Kate reaches for one of the hands fisted in his hair. He lets her have it without resistance, his head turning towards her to watch as she cradles his fingers in her palm, strokes her thumb along his knuckles.

“You’re not,” she repeats, feeling the intensity of his gaze resting on her, searing through her. “I’m still here, Castle,” she whispers, drawing his palm to her chest, up to her heart.

The harsh intake of his breath shudders through them both, but he allows her to keep his hand flat against her sternum, her heart galloping to meet his palm, crashing against the cage of her ribs to feel the warmth of his skin seeping through her shirt.

She couldn’t return his confessions of love, not yet, not with words, but she could offer him this - reassurance in whatever form he needed. She could let him hold onto her heart before she gave it over completely.

“Kate,” he whispers back, but she doesn’t answer, her forehead still sealed to his shoulder, a new favorite place of rest, one where she’s content to remain.

And that’s what they do for a long while - remain. His hand cradled to her chest, her forehead to his shoulder, and his body beginning to lean into hers as time passes.

“Don’t go,” Castle sighs out, his hand going slack beneath hers, and she controls the descent of his fist to her side before she attempts to rise from the sofa. “Beckett-“

“Shh, let’s get you to bed, Castle,” she murmurs, squeezing his bicep before she stands, tugs him up with her. “I’ll stay a little while longer.”

That earns a surprised quirk of an eyebrow despite his drowsy state, the exhaustion from the panic attack that had caused his mother to dial her number, from the pasta and the wine that has even her eyes feeling heavy, from the thought of losing her - all of it overtaking.

He shuffles towards his bedroom with her at his side, his warmth like a magnet she fails to stray from, her body easing onto the edge of his bed even as he plops down. Her mind is in turmoil, red flags and alarm bells plaguing every inch of her skull, but her heart beats hard and fervent behind the walls that bind it, keep it from the man lying next to her on the bed.

“You really don’t have to stay,” he mumbles around a yawn, offering her a reassuring smile, the one he often uses to comfort her, calm her, and they may still be waiting, but that doesn’t mean she can’t stick around, take care of him a little longer, whether he needs her or not. God knows he would do the same for her without hesitation.

“Just for a few minutes,” she replies, easing down onto her side, facing him, and holding her breath as he reaches out to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear.

“Kate,” he murmurs, his fingers traveling to stroke up and down her spine, eliciting shivers and streaks of heat all at once, sending her eyes fluttering shut. “Thank you.”

They peel open at that.

“Always,” she returns, watching the blue of his eyes burn so brightly in the darkness of his bedroom before his lashes fall shut to hide the need she recognizes coming to life.

She falls asleep mere moments after she watches his eyes close for a final time, after she trains the rise and fall of her chest to the steady rhythm of his breathing beside her. 


The next time Kate wakes, it’s late in the night and her eyes are thick with sleep, her chest heavy with the weight atop the frame of her ribs, the press of his cheek to her sternum, his ear at her heart. It should hurt, her muddled brain muses, the pressure atop her gunshot wound, but the seal of his cheek to her sternum does the opposite. 

He anchors her.

It should terrify her too, but she blinks through the grit of her slumber to catch a glimpse of his face, slack and at peace, innocent and untouched by the grief she had passed onto him. She’ll dislodge him before morning, probably be out of his loft before he even awakens, but for now, Kate combs her fingers through his hair, sighs quietly when he tightens the arm around her waist and nuzzles gently, his nose grazing her collarbone.

This is what she’s working so hard for, trying to be better for, what they’re both waiting for. But for tonight, she erases her shooting from her mind, dispels thoughts of Jerry Tyson and the ache in Castle’s eyes when he’d said he couldn’t protect her, and gives him the beat of her heart, the drum of reassurance beneath his ear. For tonight, she allows them both a much needed rest.

When, exactly, did the Hales die?

Inspired by the discussion on @halekingsourwolf ‘s blog about Teen Wolf timelines, I got kiiiinda into figuring out when exactly the Hale fire might have been set. 


So yeah, Teen wolf wiki has Deuc being blinded in fall of ‘03, right after Derek turns 15, Jennifer happening in spring of ‘04, and then Kate and the death of the Hales happening in January of ‘05 (referencing the webisode that suggests it went down during the Wolf moon, which was Jan 25 in ‘05, claiming that born wolves have massive reunions/celebrations for that full moon every year, thus explaining why everyone was together), right after Derek turns sixteen… so it would have been just over six years since all that, when S1 starts.

But Peter’s comment is just that Derek was a Sophomore, and 15. While there are always exceptions, most folks I knew in California school systems, if they had a fall birthday, turned fifteen during their Freshman year. So I posit the timeline: Derek is 15 at the beginning of his Sophomore year, ‘03, when He and Paige start up. The shit with Deuc and the alphas and Paige’s death happens that fall, Derek has the shittiest sixteenth birthday, and Kate starts preying on him while he is exceptionally vulnerable that next semester (there’s probably some bullying/blowback/ostracization from his peers to deal with, if only because of his changed behavior, let alone any connections anyone has drawn to Paige’s disappearance and death, not to mention his mother’s distraction with pack politics and hunters, and him having gone from top-of-the-world to fuck-all self-esteem wise… plus, y’know, crushing grief and guilt). Kali attacks Jennifer that spring (2004), Talia is even more preoccupies there, and Kate makes her move sometime before the end of the semester, since Derek and Laura were presumably at a school function/practice/etc instead of home when the fire happened. This also Lets Derek and Laura be two years apart in school if she’s a senior, which I like better. Also lets her graduate (although, what a shit-show that probably was. Holy shit). And then it’s a full seven-years-and-a-summer before they come back and S1 starts (which would make him 23 when we meet him, instead of 22) (or, if you prefer, move all the years up one, duec attacked in 04, jennifer dies in 05, shorter time Derek and Laura were gone… or make Derek younger, make Paige happen his freshman year when he is 14/15, and Kate happen either that spring/summer he’s 15 or during his sophmore year, maybe, at 15/16).

This ignores the webisode/Wolf moon breadcrumb, which attempted to explain why all the Hales were gathered together, but unless it was, like, a lunar eclipse, which it was not, why would they have been inside the house, instead of out running with the moon? I would expect a moon celebration to involve, y’know, being under the moon.

I would argue that there doesn’t need to be a reason that they were gathered, at least, not beyond the fact that there were lots of dangerous things happening in the territory at that time. Maybe it was just a meeting to deal with that. Maybe it was a pretty regular occurrence, during times of strife like that, and so it was predictable. Hell, maybe they were in the house planning something for Laura’s graduation??? This is also suggesting that they didn’t all live there???


However, if you dig the Lunar Eclipse theory, do you know when there was a lunar eclipse? A total Lunar eclipse? That might explain the Hales gathered together someplace defensible? Like the Alpha’s house? 2004. 2003-2004 feature a tetralogy of full lunar eclipses, two a year, one in spring and one in the fall. On May 4, 2004, there was a total lunar eclipse, but it was not visible in California. And then there was another on October 28, 2004. The October lunar eclipse was visible from all of North America (if any of y’all were into baseball at the time, this is the lunar eclipse that took place during a a world series game, the first time this had happened, and was the world series where the Boston Red Sox won for the first time in 86 years, ending the curse of the bambino. ;) trivia!) . The penumbra started about 5pm in California (if I’ve done my math right), partial started at 6:15, Total at 7:23, and by the time of the greatest eclipse at 8:04, the Hales would already have been dead, since the canonical time-of-fire seems to be about 7PM.

But, if we assume the moon has some effect on you whether you see it or not, then I like the May 2004 moon. Even though it would be on the wrong side of the planet, the penumbral eclipse would start about 10:50am, with the greatest eclipse being at 1:30 PM… and the whole thing is done by 4:09 pm. But what if the goal is not so much having the wolves powerless as together?  Because… I have a theory/headcanon/plot bunny about eclipses.

We know that the wolves lose all their wolfy powers during the short window of the full eclipse… but what about the rest of the time? What weird/new thing happened right after a full eclipse, probably still during the partial or penumbral part?

Scott breaking through an Ash Barrier. (which, I know, isn’t the only time he’s done it, but what if the eclipse stuff helped?) 

So what if the hunters have figured out, and are desperate to never let the wolves know, that during the eclipse, yeah, they’re weaker but also sometimes they’re immune/resistant to weaknesses they normally have?

Were that the case, hunters would want to be very careful going after wolves on lunar eclipses because, if you screw up the timing like Jennifer did, you might wind up missing the “powerless” window and landing in the “pissed off, wolfed out, and mountain ash only works some of the time” window… which, hey, may be where the canonical “rumors” and speculation about wolves getting more powerful on lunar eclipses comes from.

So the October moon might not have been the best one, esp since they didn’t need to weaken the Hales, just get them together.

And on the evening/night of the May moon, the “danger” from their “weakness” would have passed, as far as they knew, they would be feeling safe (and from the hunter’s POV, they would be safely vulnerable to mountain ash once again), but they would likely still be together in the aftermath of a “dangerous” moon, and strategizing over the hunter issues and the alpha pack issues.

They’d feel secure.

And that’s when Kate would strike.

anonymous asked:

That 5 panel sequence of Kate vs Suit was just so flippin' rad.How do you and Romero execute a visual like that? I mean, like, how much direction do you throw in vs. how much of that is just Romero wagging his pencil all like "Naw gurl, I GOT this".The collaborative aspect of the writer/artist relationship has always been SO intriguing to me. Are you guys facetiming all the time or texting or emailing or making reference to scenes in movies or or or ??

So…since this panel(s) is SO incredible, and it’s such a great example of how fantastic an artist Leo is, I thought I’d post an excerpt of what I asked for on that page, which is a pretty specific idea, but one that he took WAY to the next level. For example my script called for about six Kates in one large dps spanning panel…Leo broke it up into five panels and gave us ALMOST 20 Kates! So awesome.

To be honest, I write pretty tight scripts generally, and Leo is just SO GOOD that we don’t need a ton of back and forth. He’s a magnificent storyteller, he doesn’t need much direction beyond the script and I think we’re in really great sync overall which cuts down on how much back and forth we need. Typically Leo will do breakdowns/layouts of an issue, which are SPOT ON and rarely need much in the need of notes, and then he’ll send in finished inks and we basically all just trip over one another telling him how fantastic the pages look, because they’re unbelievably good. EVERY. SINGLE. TIME.

I am VERY lucky to have the team I have. The book is pure joy to work on.

Anyway, see the panel(s) in question below and below that, the script excerpt:

Tony Stark knew on an intellectual level he had no impulse control. He knew because almost everyone he’d ever met had told him so, Pepper, Rhodey, Steve oh god so much Steve, Happy, the 12 assistance before Pepper, Xavier and the waitress at John’s Pizzeria off 43rd ave. He’d heard it all before, But nothing compared to the moment he realized it for himself. 

To be real he probably should have noticed in every moment leading up to the big one. He should have seen that swiping Thor’s stash of Asgardian mead with Darcy was a bad idea. He should have known better than to have a marathon of broiler makers with the mouthy intern using the ale instead of whiskey was a bad idea. 

He probably should have known if he was swaying that they shouldn’t have gone out, but Darcy had said she hadn’t seen the city yet and Steve and Bucky kept teasing her about it.

Happy hadn’t even needed to hide his eye rolling because Tony was to focused on the crisp fall air on his flushed face. Darcy was beside him bubbling with laughter ignoring Happy’s cries that they should both sit down and get out of the sun roof. They headed to Times Square and bought an entire vender out of cheesy “I love New York” hoodies and in Tony’s case a hat to sort of disguise himself. They pulled on their hats and sweatshirts and Happy directed the rest to be sent to the tower. Tony slipped the bemused man a hundred and patted the man’s hand like a grandma before turning back to his sidekick.

“This is what all the superhero’s are wearing!” He proclaimed proudly gesturing to his heinous green ball cap with “Hulk Smash” stitched in purple on the front. He didn’t care at the time but the selfies of him and Darcy in Times Square were cringe worthy. They briefly dropped by John’s and said hello to Tony’s waitress. She shook her head and sent them on their way with glasses of water and sympathetic looks for Happy. 

“Come on We’ve got a few more stops!” Tony gestured over his shoulder into the streets at the car. Apparently however Darcy’s eyes had not stopped at the car but landed on a street performer dressed as the Statue of Liberty.

“Oh can we please go see Her?” Her hand covered her heart and she gestured like a child to the woman with the other. Happy checked his watch and frowned.

“The fairy’s closed down this time of day.” He told Tony. Tony nodded in agreement. “We could go see  Conney Island if you promise to sit completely in the car before we go home for the night.” 

“Ohh Steve said it’s awesome!! We can go to the Lady tomorrow! I want to sing her the National Anthem and don’t know if I could get all the key changes right now” She giggled “We could take Steve and have the most patriotic photo shoot. Phil would love it!” and with that she held her arm out to Happy agreeably. And all that would have been fine if it hadn’t been for traffic. 

Happy pulled up to the curb and Tony rolled down his window with a frown. The park was closed. Darcy hadn’t noticed yet as she was making quick work of Tony’s mini bar but she tended to be a weepy drunk the fall out was going to be Niagara worthy. 

“Oh man, no Lady and no cyclone? Why’s time ruining my fun Tony?” Darcy’s lower lip quivered. Immediate action was required. Mayday!

“Hey, hey No! No tears, what’s the use in being obscenely rich if I can’t bribe someone with my money!” He gave an encouraging grin. Happy’s heavy sigh was not lost on him. “I’ll go ask if we can ride the cyclone and maybe win us a bear okay no tears” He quickly backed out of the car leaving Happy to handle the teary eyed twenty something. 

The door shut and it sounded sharper to Tony somehow as he walked toward the gate. A memory that was faded and liquored up played at the edges of his mind, huge blue eyes watering slightly in a perfect pout. His own voice murky in time “Hey what’s the use in being obscenely rich if I can’t…” and then it was gone. He frowned and waved over the gate man. 

A few charming smiles and a probably too fat check later and he turned to tell Darcy the good news. She was resting her chin on the window smiling lazily at him. She wiggled her fingers and Tony grinned back before a similar smile brushed his mind again. He shook his head to clear away some of the haze. It’d been almost two hours he wasn’t as drunk as before but there was still a layer of fuzz on his mind.

“Race ya!” She grinned and bounded off toward the ride. Tony gave a bark of laughter and let the memories rest before jogging slowly after her. They tossed ratty baseballs and weighted milk bottles before the attendant an exhausted looking man in his late thirties gave them a wane smile and asked which prize they wanted. Darcy got the Bucky Bear. Tony shorted and got the Captain America one just for laughs. They took a shaky selfie with the attendee before thanking him and heading toward their goal. 

“We should snap them with the bears and hashtag it wish you were hear but you’re not because you’re lame and had meeting and responsibilities” Darcy placed her Bucky in her lap and was readying her phone before Tony agreed. 

“We also, you know, didn’t invite them” He pointed out. She made a dismissive sound and tucked her head close to his giving her phone a goofy face. Tony hid most of his face behind Bear Steve and widened his eyes comically. The younger brunette seemed satisfied and put away her phone allowing the impatient teen running the cyclone to push the lap bar down over her Tony Bear Bucky and Steve. 

The ride began a slow spin and before it had even reached half way Tony regretted buying this time. The teenager seemed irked he had to stay for Tony and what the kid probably figured was a one nighter and so the ride was hurtling toward a break neck pace only irritating Tony’s stomach further. Darcy however threw her hands up Bucky Bear’s paw firmly gripped in one and whooped. Tony swung between needing to vomit all over the place and watching the manic yet somehow beautiful looks on Darcy’s face. She brought her bear back down and buried her nose in it’s fur. The ride began to slow and she opened her eyes unfocused and bloodshot. Windswept and Content. 

It ended up being Darcy and not Tony who shot off the attraction to the nearest garbage can to Ralph. Tony followed close behind and pulled her hair back into his fist and out of the danger zone. He leaned heavily on the can and grimaced at the sounds. 

When she at last paused in her litany of puke she turned her head to look up at him simultaneously green and mischievous. 

“Don’t tell the boys” She asked. Tony’s heart stopped as he looked at her. He nodded once unable to find words. Satisfied with this she fell face first into him. Mostly into his armpit but she smiled against him. Tony let got of her hair and gently held her to him stroking her dark locks and thinking unburdened by alcohol of a busty blond who’d rocked his world with a practically identical grin. Darcy’s breath flowed steadily on his neck as she repositioned herself in his arms. 

“Thanks for holding my hair.” She murmured. Tony hummed in response. 

“Anytime kiddo.”


 As much as Tony was wildly incapable of controlling himself he was incredibly careful with secrets. They could hurt, he knew from his experiences with Stane. His almost ending the thing with Pepper. Infuriating his teammates and elected officials. So he was in something of a quandary. 

As soon as they’d returned to the tower Tony had deposited a snoozing Darcy in her bed with Bucky bear on one side of her and Steve on the other. He of course took a picture of her drooling into Bucky’s fur and then hesitated. It was too similar to ignore. If he didn’t do this he’d spend the rest of his life wondering until he got answers. So he plucked a hair off her pillow and turned tail and run back to his lab. 

Jarvis had had to repeat his name four times when he finally knew. Tony tried to put the memories together more solidly but he only recalled the blond laughing and waving much like Darcy did. He remembered holding her hair back while she emptied her stomach off the balcony of the Palms, She had turned to him with an almost identical grin and snatched his heart out of his chest. Tony closed his eyes and felt the brush of skin on skin hot greedy kisses and waking up the next morning alone. He’d figured she’d been embarrassed or maybe had someone waiting at home. He’d been disappointed but she’d made her choice so he’d let her walk. 

“Oh Kate” He looked forlornly as the Vegas police report of her car accident and her daughter no one had come to claim. “Katie” He groaned as he realized he could have saved the little girl a world of grief that followed. Foster home after Foster home until she aged out. 

Well now he knew. but what do do. Who to tell? Pepper? Eventually. Rhody was always a good option but Tony’s thumb hovered over calling him for a solid minute before deciding someone else. Eventually he’d dialed before his decision had been fully processed. 

“How did you get this number? I know I didn’t give it to you” was the first thing the voice said and Tony felt a calm fill him. A good choice. 

“I’m in a quandary. It needs handling it’s that what you do Agent?” He stalled. The other end of the line was silent. “I may have discovered I’m a father” There was an even heavier pause.

“and I’m the first person you wanted to tell? I don’t think Pepper” He began.

“No It’s not Pep. I’ve been a father for a while apparently.” Tony cut across. “Like 23 years” 

“You’re sure?” 

“Yea 100 percent. Do I tell her? What if she doesn’t want me? She’s been alone for a long time now she doesn’t need me.” Tony felt a panic rise in his chest. Oh God, she’d never forgive him.

“You need to take a deep breath.” Tony inhaled threw his nostrils. “If she doesn’t know she deserves to at least know. just be honest with her Tony. Honesty will get your farther than you think”

Tony gave a noncommittal grunt and rested his head on hands. 

“For what its worth Tony, You’ll be a great father” Tony’s breath caught. 

“Enough with the feelings Agent Agent Thanks for picking up.”

“I’m contractually obligated” He deadpanned. Tony laughed and killed the call.


Tony was going to handle this well. Maybe take her to lunch and talk it out like adults. He was excited and nervous and had yet to sleep. He was currently fixing coffee from the enormous demonic espresso machine he’d had fitted in the common room when he invited everyone to live with them when people began filling in for breakfast. 

Steve and Bucky both coming in from their morning run and apparently showers. They nodded curiously at the billionaire before pulling down pots and pans. Bruce wondered in next and gave him a scathing look for his ball cap which he had neglected to take off. That explained the looks Tony placed it carefully on the counter. 

“So what did we learn?” Jane’s voice carried into the room ahead of her and the others looked up. Darcy entered holding her stomach and shuffling pitifully. Jane followed looking much less hungover. 

“Don’t drink with Tony.” Darcy grunted and began to pour her own cup of coffee. Tony didn’t speak, not trusting himself to yet. His eyes watched hungrily as she stirred her drink for signs of what he knew. Her unbrushed wild brunette hair, the shape of her eyes, the hangover slouch yea he could see it. Then Katie’s beautiful blue eyes and pouty mouth, her heart snatching laugh. It seemed so obvious

“What?” Darcy glowered at him. Oh yea he had that grumpy face sometimes. 

“Darcy threw up on the cyclone!” He blurted. Her eyes widened. 

“TONY!” She shrieked. 

“And she’s my daughter!” His shouting matched hers in pitch but was far more excited. Darcy’s eyes widened if possible further and then narrowed looking at him critically. 

The supers were paused mid bite. Jane gaped and Bruce eyed the pair wearily. 

“Okay I can see that” She finally said with a shrug. Tony barked a laugh not exactly how he’d pictured her taking the news. Then again he hadn’t thought he’d shout it at her over breakfast in the common room either. 

Such was life when you had no impulse control. But looking at the beautiful girl across from him he thought he rather liked this life.  

listen to Lavender- Two Door Cinema Club

then TELL me this wouldn’t be the Young Avengers band.
Im thinking: 

Billy- Vocal And Synth

Teddy- Drums
Teddy would be placed at the front with billy next to him instead of at the back like usual drummers. Im also thinking an electronics drumset so that billy and him have their own set up of electronic stuff and theyre totally in each others spaces and jamming. 
Tommy- Guitar 1 (solos definitely)

Hed stay with Kate and America for the most of the song, or on his own pedestal like the others, but when it comes to that solo you can bet hes going all about the place, 110% EVERY TIME

America- Guitar 2
more the riff type guitar, essential, unlike tommys fast fingered stuff
Kate- Bass
bassists always look cool. ALWAYS.

And they all do the backing vocals too because they LOVE IT

David is the manager and Nohvarr does the mixing for the albums
im not sure about cassie, eli and the others but if you know please hmu and we can talk about it

anonymous asked:

I don't like perfect, all-knowing Talia and more than I like the fandom's tendency to write Laura as overbearing and controlling towards Derek. We have no way of ever knowing for sure, unfortunately, but I'm kind of leaning towards good Alpha/bad parent. Not necessarily abusive or neglectful, just. Bad at it. Loves her kids but rarely knows how to turn the Alpha off enough to show it. Like those dads always too busy with work.

I can get behind that! Being an alpha must be a lot of hard work. We know she has dealing with other packs, and pack politics can’t be easy. I always figured she was training Laura up with the expectation she’d be the next alpha, and that Cora was the baby, but maybe middle child Derek got overlooked a little? 

A little quieter than his sisters, a little less of a “problem”. Derek is self sufficient, so Talia overlooks the trouble he’s getting into with Kate. And really, after all that Paige business, she should have been keeping a closer eye on him, right? Just to make sure he was okay? 

But she’s busy, and he seems fine… 

And we all know how that ends. 

Christmas with the DiNozzo’s-Part 2

Title: Christmas with the DiNozzo’s-Part 2

Pairing: Tony x Reader

Warnings: all of the fluff!

Word Count: 1607

A/N: This is Part 2 to a request made by @yourtropegirl because I just couldn’t help myself and there had to be a Christmas Day part!! Part 1 here.

*images and gifs not mine-credit to creators*

Christmas Eve had descended upon the DiNozzo household and the girls were in their new holiday pajamas.  They were wired from visiting with Y/N’s parents that evening for gifts and the excitement of Santa coming just fueled their energy.

Y/N was able to settle them long enough to get cookies and a glass of milk together by the tree. “Okay girls, it’s time to go to bed.”

“Mommy, I’m not tired.” Kate began to whine and sat down on the floor, betraying her statement with a rub of her eyes.

“Baby come on.” Y/N passed Jenny to Tony and scooped Kate from the floor.  She was excited, but she was also tired and much to her mother’s relief didn’t fight too much. “Remember, Santa only comes when you and Jenny go to sleep.”

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How A Star Trek Convention Ended The World
  • Nervous Giggling Fan: So I have a question about Janeway and Chakotay?
  • Kate: *dully* You want to know why they didn't hook up
  • NGF: Well....yes
  • Kate: Janeway couldn't be taken seriously if she was having an affair. She was the first female captain in her child bearing years so....*sigh*...no Im so sorry dear but I can't do this anymore. I know what you really want to ask. You all want to know if Robert and I had an affair. Right? Thats what you all have wanted to know! RIGHT!?!
  • Crowd: Adjsjasdhhffasdfgh YES!
  • Moderator: Maybe we should just move on to the next...
  • Kate: We Fucked! We copulated! We did it! We had sex! We had sex and you know what it was amazing!
  • Crowd: *stunned silence*
  • Moderator: Oh no.
  • Kate: We had sex multiple times! He really is in one of my top five to be frank! But then guess what? Señor Sexy didn't want to settle down so we parted ways and that was that! We got over it! So should you!...........I need wine! *slumps back in her seat*
  • Robert: Top five? You've always been in my top three
  • Moderator: ....
  • Panel: ...
  • NGF: ...
  • Crowd: *girls burst into tears* *boys faint* *the earths floor opens up* *the sky falls* *the universe implodes*
  • Kate: *whips out her flask and starts chugging*

anonymous asked:

It's pretty gross and a bit twisted to see the doctors + nurses, the ones putting in their time & care to save lives and nurse people back to health, having to line up and bow to a woman who simply shows up to give you her "presence". The worst part of royal visits, when they make people line up like school children with their backs against the wall as if they aren't important. Kate should stand against the wall, wait for the nurses & doctors to come so she can greet them. Makes more sense

I understand what you mean and where he frustration comes from. I sincerely hope the next few honours list pay tribute to some of these heroes. But they don’t have to do anything. They don’t have to go and they 100% don’t have to bow or curtsy. My friends met kate at the garden party and none of them curtsied. It’s their choice. Royals always have people line up and then have the Royal walk past. Whether it’s a visit to a hospital or the royal variety, that’s always how it’s done. The Royal has a very small window of time so there are two benefits to having the hosts line up: 1) it means they will be arranged and waiting before the Royal arrives whereas if the Royal had to stand and wait then there would be more time needed for them to queue up and jostle around and 2) the Royal can set the pace. The main thing with royal visits is no one knows how long to talk but the Royal knows when to politely end a conversation. If each individual could decide how long they wanted to talk to the queen because she’s stuck on the spot then she’d be there for twice as long or she wouldn’t get to talk at all as they rush past. The Royal has to set the pace. The optics might be wrong but it’s the only practical and feasible way to do it. And it isn’t about just gracing them with her presence. She’s going as an ambassador for the future of the monarchy- herself, William and Harry- to show support. She can’t physically perform surgeries or nurse people but she has time and she represents a symbol of Britain. Her- or any royal- going to things like this is meant to represent the entire British nation standing behind the victims. Although, that being said, it would be great to see a royal do something like give blood after an attack. Can they do that?

New Years Eve (GrahamScott -Posted from mobile so most likely didn't post correctly-)

Warren feels invisible, he feels like he’ll be alone his whole life.

A nice, cold, possibly spiked beer, is the only thing that could help this feeling on New Years at a Vortex Party.

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I know I shouldn’t be so hard on myself. I wasn’t all THAT invisible. I mean, yes I did get pushed to the side almost everyday during school, got ignored in party settings where I sat in the corner and almost drank myself to death death like now, and had the girl of my dreams tell me that she is in love with a blue haired punk named Chloe Price. Who, I actually found pretty cool and stepped off to allow them to do their thing. I really wasn’t all that annoyed, I know some people who like me. Sadly both are not my type.

Brooke Scott is really a nice and smart girl, she always helps me when I’m having a hard time doing homework and even lets me fly her drone. But she just wasn’t…I don’t know, I’m just not attracted to her. She would be perfect for me but sadly she wasn’t at the same time.

Stella Hill is a total sweetheart who has the dish on everyone at this school. She knows everything about everyone and isn’t afraid to gossip. Which is one reason I wasn’t into her. I’ve never been a fan of those kinds of people. But Stella was my friend, and I can’t say that being invisible isn’t helpful and that I don’t overhear things in the male changing rooms where Stella can’t go… .Okay so I do drown myself in both gossip and alcohol most days.

Sitting back and looking at it all, I realized that I wasn’t that into Maxine either. Yes I did like her and wanted to hold her when she is depressed or sad or just wants another body wrapped around her and that yes, her eyes were a very beautiful shade of blue, but really, it was all just a crush that was already beginning to fade, it started to fade when Chloe came into the picture and texted me that I was out of it since Max kissed her. When I got that text I actually wasn’t that sad, I was actually happy that Max found someone that she really liked.

The only reason I was chugging down probably spiked beer at the moment at a Vortex Club party was because the feeling of dread set in. The feeling that I knew I was going to be alone the rest of my life and that no one would ever want me. Looking at the time I realized it was almost time for New Years and I haven’t found anyone worth kissing. I looked around the crowd in front of me who were grinding and laughing and taking large gulps of beer in between breathing. The shade of blue that I knew all too well was next to a shorter figure, dancing and laughing and I smiled. Max looked so happy next to Chloe and I couldn’t ruin that.

I felt someone sit down to my left and I looked over to see Blackwells Prince, Nathan Prescott. He looked pissed off as always as he looked over the crowd, probably looking for a girl to kiss or maybe even Victoria, but that couldn’t be it because Victoria was right there over on the couches, sprawled across Kate who looked happier than ever and was playing with Victoria’s short cut blonde hair. I popped my neck and looked at Nathan, trying to get my vision to clear up a bit before I decided to speak and make a fool of myself

“Got anyone.… special?” I managed to get out and Nathan snapped his dead to look at me, I could see his eyes go over my figure quickly with distain until his face actually softened up a bit.

“You look like shit.” He said plainly and I barked out a laugh, leaning in my seat more and pouting at him.

“Thanks jerk. Make me feel like a princess.” I drawled and I could see the side of his mouth quirk up in a smile.

“Welcome.” He got up and I intended for him to leave but instead he held a hand out to me, “Come'on Princess. We’re gonna dance.” I stared at him for a few minutes, trying to process what he had just said to me and opened my mouth to speak but closed it as I had nothing to say. “Come on Warren, get your fatass up and dance with me.” He said, sounding annoyed and I grinned.

“Why would I dance with you?”

“Because I know you’re into me, those looks in the changing room are not at all innocent or on accident, and almost everyone knows by now that I’m into you and–”

“Whoa whoa whoa.” I waved a hand in front of me, “You’re into me?” He stared at me with his eyes squinted.

“You… .wow Gayram. You sure are more naive than I thought.” He grabbed me and pulled me out of my seat, I was led out onto the dance floor and everyone stopped dancing as the music turned down. Everyone turned towards the front of the room and we saw the timer going down. Everyone began to chant simultaneously.




“I should of told you how I felt before.” I heard Nathan say and I turned to him. Confused.



“Nathan. Shh, you are right… .The looks in the changing room are definitely not innocent…”




“Be my new years kiss,” I asked and Nathan stares at me with wide eyes, looking surprised and he gaze fell to my lips.


1…” I felt Nathan pulls me close and lips fell on mine as everyone screamed “HAPPY NEW YEARS” And I melted into his kiss, grabbing the sides of his face and I closed my eyes, hoping that my kiss wasn’t as sloppy and nasty as I thought it might be. But I knew that was futile since it was obvious it was pretty sloppy, but a man can only hope.

“Happy New Years Gayram.”

“Happy New Years Prescock.” I felt him smile as he pulled me into another kiss, we didn’t notice Chloe taking pictures with her phone, a huge smile across her face and a twinkle in her eye as Max handed her 50 bucks.

“How’d you know?” Max asked and Chloe just laughed.

“New Years man… .New Years.” Max just scoffed and rolled her eyes, kissing Chloe softly.

On Steve Rogers & his kindness

There’s a Chris Evans quote in one of his interviews that really got to me, when he described Steve and Sam as wounded warriors who don’t bleed on other people. How so very accurate that is. One thing that really struck me about Steve throughout the movie, is that how incredibly kind and dependable and comforting he is — despite being someone who is deeply hurting inside, and has explicitly stated that he doesn’t know what makes him happy. He also has a tendency to downplay his own grief (“It’s okay, she’s next to dad”) but always remembers when it’s someone else’s (“Is this Riley?”).

Sure, he goes on all those Daily Sadness Errands (CUE ME LAUGHING AND CRYING HERE) but in all seriousness, even with all of his horrible losses and traumatic experiences, Steve still tries his very best to reach out to people personally, and supports them in whatever way he could.

He’s such a creature of friendship. He’s so very at ease with his neighbors, offers his laundry machine to Kate/Sharon, even asks her out for coffee. He’s the one who makes the first step to strike a connection with Sam, and then continues to seek him out. I do adore them together romantically, but their friendship on its own is all kinds of amazing too. I love how open and affectionate and steady they are with each other, without any of the machismo that often accompanies male friendships like this.

The time he spends with Peggy is always about her, the way he’s happy for her that she got to live her life fully and without regrets. He still asks her for guidance like he did back then (“I just want to do what’s right. My question is what does that mean anymore?”) and when she loses herself again, he reassures and comforts her the best he could. And I love how she’s still so very straightforward with him (“Do you respect him? / You’re always so dramatic”) Steve & Peggy are still so wonderful together, even though they’re already irrevocably separated by time.

He can do gentle teasing or snark with the best of them. He doesn’t make it weird or awkward when people is genuinely curious about how he’s adapting. He goes around carrying that notebook, just in case someone recommends him something. I find it so endearing. He has no problems at all to be making jokes about himself or to be at the receiving end of it with his friends, like the case is with Natasha.

Speaking of Natasha, she’s not someone who trusts easily, but Steve just offers his unconditional friendship anyway. When she sort of waves it off the first time around, he leaves it on the table as it is. Natasha measures herself in debts, and like with Clint, she thinks she owes Steve. But not only Steve tells her not to worry about it, he confirms that he would trust her with his life too.

And then Bucky. There’s nothing more I can talk about this that hasn’t been expressed more articulately elsewhere. Suffice to say, it’s Steve’s act of such pure love and sacrifice that ultimately paves the path to start bringing Bucky back to them. Steve’s compassion is powerful enough to override Bucky’s programming, when he ends up saving Steve instead of killing him like he’s supposed to.

There’s a saying about how kindness is a form of wisdom. And this is why Steve Rogers is such a rock. In his kindness, he’s not only a good man, but also a wise one. 

For Prince Harry, children are the “upgrade of us,” so it makes it doubly important to make sure they are always involved in what he does.

The prince, who set up his children’s charity Sentebale in Lesotho, Africa, more than a decade ago, tells PEOPLE in this week’s issue that whatever he and his brother Prince William and Princess Kate are doing, they hope to bring in the next generation.

All the amazing things that are going to happen in the future, it’s all going to be them,“ says the royal, 31, in an exclusive interview just before heading to the U.S. to bring his Invictus Games in Orlando. "I never want to lose touch with that generation.”

As for having kids of his own, he says, “There have been moments through life, especially when we do a tour abroad, when I think, ‘I’d love to have kids now.’ … And then there are other times when I bury my head in the sand going, 'All right, don’t need kids!’ There’s no rush. I think … I tell you what: There’s been times I’ve been put off having children.”

Not, however, when it comes to his own niece and nephew, Prince George and Princess Charlotte.

“No, actually, I’ve got a couple of mates and being around their children just brings me back down,” he says, noting that he hopes to be a “fun uncle” to George and Charlotte: “Nobody wants to be boring.”

—  Prince Harry talking about kids in an exclusive interview with PEOPLE Magazine.

anonymous asked:

Can you write a sterek one where Stiles is very scared and nervous around Derek and Derek is mean to him at first but then very slowly becomes nicer?

[I don’t think Stiles would ever be nervous around Derek for that reason *wink wink* so may I offer you something a little different? :D]


“Okay, let’s get this over with.” Stiles says, walking into the house and dropping his bag on the floor. When he turns around, Derek is staring at him unimpressed, arms crossed over his chest as he leans against the wall. It’s almost enough to make Stiles want to run away screaming and cursing life for creating someone so perfect.


“You don’t like me, but your mom is paying me and you need help so here I am.” He waves his arms around. “Will you let me help you?”

“I don’t need help.” It’s Derek’s answer, but he moves away from the wall and gestures for Stiles to follow him. “But since you’re here,” he sits on the table and pulls his books closer, “let’s do this.”

Stiles sighs. Just like he thought, Derek is not going to make things easier for him, but whatever, Stiles is getting payed so he might as well make the best of it. And if he’s able to sneak some glances at Derek’s perfect cheekbones, that’s just a bonus.

“Okay, I’m confused.” Stiles says, one hour later. “You know all this, you’re actually really good at Math. How the fuck did you manage to fail three tests in a roll?”

Derek shrugs, plays with the pencil in his hand. “Dunno.”

Stiles narrows his eyes at the obvious lie, closes Derek’s books and hands him a test he printed from the internet. “Try solving these under one hour. Let’s see how you work under pressure.”

“I’m a basketball player, you think I can’t work under pressure?”

“I think you can play under pressure and while the coach yells instructions in your ear. But think? That’s a whole different story.”

Derek sighs but doesn’t deny and takes the test from Stiles. “Ready?”

Stiles looks at the time and nods. “Go.”

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anonymous asked:

Imagine instead of bringing the team to the farm Clint brings them to the apartment building where he's the landlord and they meet Lucky and Kate (who Tony says is too young for Clint) and they got to the roof with the other tenants and basically the same idea as the farm scene but at the apartment building

Bed-Stuy?  You’re super secret safe house is in Bed-Stuy?”

Clint ignored Stark’s incredulous yelps as he brought the quinjet in for a landing.  The jet’s stealth mode meant that they could safely land on the apartment’s roof without being tracked.  The jet fit easily into a corner near the generator he’d had installed last year; cover it with a tarp and it’d blend in just fine, so even eyes from the sky wouldn’t be able to tell it was there.  And there’d still be plenty of room for a barbeque tonight, besides.

“I’m just saying,” Tony said as they disembarked.  “The Tower is right over there.  Why don’t we just–”

“Head to the first place Ultron will think to look for us?” Clint asked as he helped Natasha toward the stairwell.  He didn’t like how much she was shaking.  He was gonna kill that Sokovian witch.  “No one knows about this building, Stark.  Not even Shield.  We’ll be safe here.”

“Will we?” Cap asked.  He gestured to the quinjet, which he and Thor had just finished covering.  “There are civilians all over the place here, Barton.  That’s a massive security risk.”

“No one here will tell anyone,” Clint assured him.  “They know me, they know who I am.  They’re good people.  They can keep a secret.”

“And what about when one of them complains to their landlord about the jet parked on their roof?” Stark snapped.

“You don’t need to worry about him either,” Clint said.  “He’s me.”

That stunned them into silence.  Clint explained as he led them downstairs to his apartment.  “Most of this neighborhood was destroyed during the Chitauri attack.  This building was still standing, but the landlord was part of some sort of mob business.”  With awful fashion sense, he added mentally.  “They tried to drive the tenants out in order to cash in all the land deals springing up from the the federal rebuilding money.  I bought the building to keep the tenants from losing even more of their home.  Seemed the least I could do.”

It hadn’t ended there, of course.  It’d been a long three years since the Battle of New York, trying to protect his people from those tracksuit animals.  Things had actually gotten better after Shield fell; after all, Nick Fury had ended up needing a safe house, too.

He didn’t mention that last bit to the others.  They’d find out soon enough.

They reached his apartment, and he unlocked the door and swung it open, keeping one arm around Nat, and jokingly calling out, “Honey, I’m home!”

Lucky immediately started barking and rushed over to greet him, tail wagging furiously.  Clint squeezed Nat’s shoulders and then dropped down to his knees so the dog could wash his face.  Damn, but it was good to be home.

“Make yourselves at home,” he said over his shoulder.  “Dinner’s in a few hours.  I’ll go let Grills know to expect a few extra tonight.”

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More post-mortem on FDTD, because I can’t help myself. Random thoughts going forward into S3…

1. Seth’s prediction that Santanico’s joy at her revenge would not last long, and that her pain and anger would return: Obviously this was a big fat clue as to where a lot of the characters are going to be next season, most specifically Seth and Santanico, and possibly even Kate. Santanico is free, and you could see that lightness in her, but since there are no happily ever afters on this show it’s obvious she’s going to be dragged back into the fray. As she killed Malvado she told him she was Kisa, but I think the reality is she will never be Kisa again. She will never be able to go back to who she was before. Never outrun that darkness. Seth is in a similar place. Every time his dream is within reach the past drags him back into the darkness. He helped Santanico for Richie. He lost El Rey for Richie. And now we see Seth spend the finale doing everything he does to avenge Kate…but in that last minute we see it wasn’t enough. I think going forward Kate is going to become another tie that binds Seth to that dark world. He’ll never have El Rey.

Kate is still to be determined, but if I’m right (and I hope I am) the blood well will simply have resurrected/infected her, and not taken over her entire personality. Kate will still be Kate, but consumed by darkness, and with that darkness I can imagine she’ll be filled with a desire for revenge. In her dying moments, she already told Richie and Scott how much she blamed them, and denied them her love and forgiveness. I think we will be seeing a lot more of that boosted by the blood well darkness. Yet, like Santanico and Seth, no matter what Kate does or where she runs she will never be the same girl again. Everything was taken from her at that well.

2. Seth now has the weight of two dark souls riding on him, or so he feels: A huge theme of the show, and of the Gecko brother’s relationship is that Seth has always felt responsible for Richie. Even when Seth think he’s done he can’t truly leave Richie to his own devices. Seth gave up El Rey for Richie. Seth gave up the dream of anything normal to stay behind, and run a vampire empire he can’t stand…for Richie. It’s the albatross around his neck, and it’s only gotten heavier, because now there’s Kate. His reaction to her death, and his anger at Richie for using her showed what a huge presence she is in his life. He wasn’t just sad she was dead though. He felt guilty. Seth put her out on her own. He left her. She died. Those simple facts led to every decision he made in the finale, including staying with Richie. When Kate returns all messed up, I see Seth taking on that burden of guilt, and mission to save her immediately. He now feels responsible for her in the same way he does for Richie - though obviously the relationships and dynamics are totally different.

4. Richie’s growth and the new empire: This season wasn’t really about Richie’s growth, but rather his characterization. We saw his instability at times, his craving for power, and his need to prove he doesn’t need Seth. These are the things that drove him all the way until episode 9 - then we saw him with Kate. Kate showed us a softness in Richie. The most premeditated man ever wanted to kill Carlos without thinking. Volatility. That’s another peg on his sheet, and it stems from a lot of emotion (mainly wrapped in Seth and Kate), and some immaturity as well. He thinks he’s ready to be King…but he’s not. He thinks he can be free of Seth, but he doesn’t really want to be. He doesn’t want to be emotionally tied to anyone else so he lets Santanico go with well wishes…and yet Kate is coming back. It makes me wonder what Richie, new king of his empire, is going to do with Kate a major player in the game now. Will his selfish instincts drive him or will something else? I expect a lot of growth next season for him, whether it’s good or bad who knows.

5. Where does Scott go from here? We’re left with a Scott who has lost his sister of his own fault, avenged her, and is now left without master or purpose. He’s always on the precipice of finding his place before he loses it again. I’d really love to see Seth and Richie pull him in to work with them, a middle man so to say. I think he could develop a lot with their influence. Kate’s resurrection and issues will also infuse him throughout the season. Brandon and the writers did such a good job with Scott this season.

6. Kate’s darkness, and how it will affect her relationships with Richie and Seth: I ship her with both. I ship them all together. You‘ve been warned. I’m really excited for both of these relationships going forward, because it’s clear the writers want both of them as well. Each ‘couple’ has their own strengths and weaknesses. There’s no clear otp here only an ot3. Richie and Kate have been fleshed out as a more openly romantic pairing since S1. I think that’s not only because there’s a smaller age gap, but because Richie is a more open person than Seth, yet still emotionally stunted. Richie and Kate are able to snipe at each other and be jealous, and not be ashamed. Kate clearly feels on a more even footing with Richie. Seth and Kate have a totally different relationship. They have never been blatantly romantic, but the subtle moments and reactions are everything. Seth is a brick wall. His whole life he’s loved and trusted one person totally, devoted himself to one person - Richie. Kate comes along, and she’s suddenly become a part of that equation. The connection he feels to her, how she sustains him even in his dreams…it’s powerful. They’re both much more reserved with one another, but their actions show the truth. Seth leaves her to set her free, but can’t do it without selflessly handing over money desperately wanted. He protects her without thinking of himself every single time. She inhabits him in the same semi-destructive way Richie does. As in, both of them eclipse Seth’s own self motivations and desires. His reaction to her death was extremely telling. It broke a wall. He showed how much he cared. He was furious with Richie. He jumped all in on vamp business, and said goodbye to El Rey…all precipitated by believing Kate was dead.

So yeah, both intense and fascinating relationships that only promise to get more complicated with Kate’s darkness. I think Seth will be haunted by the guilt of what she now harbors inside of her, and the horror she went through. She will firmly and officially be on the list of people he does anything for. I still expect the walls to be up with him, but I think he will slowly stop seeing her as this innocent light, and finally see her as a flawed, tarnished equal. That’s imperative for their growth. I expect Richie to have a completely different reaction. Richie has more selfish tendencies, and as such I expect him to look at Kate’s resurrection in more black and white terms. She’s alive. He might even think the supernatural power she’s gained from the blood well is a good thing since he’s viewed his own change, and power as such. Kate has a sway over Richie that no one else does so I expect we’ll see some major volatility and acting out as well.


7. WILL WE EVER GET A SANTANICO/KATE SCENE?! I will send homemade cookies, and the most schmaltzy, begging letter ever to the writers. I really need these ladies to meet, and bond. Katie-cakes and Kisa were made of the same good girl cloth. Kisa was dragged into the darkness, and became Santanico to survive. Now Kate has the darness of the blood well, and that was her survival. What will she do to stay alive? What choices will she have to make?

Max’s Nightmare - Sequence One - Identity

The first Sequence I am going to talk about contains the sections of Classroom Nightmare, Hallway Nightmare, and Backwards School Hallway Nightmare.

The Nightmare itself is spawn in part due to Max’s recent trauma and lessening physical condition. The first Sequence is closet to her trauma and speaks to her questions regarding her identity, who she is in the world, who she wants to be.

Sequence One - Identity
Sequence Two - Max and Men
Sequence Three - Guilt, Motivations, and How Max Views Herself

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ournorthstars: I don’t know if your accepting prompts right now but if you are, could you write something based off of this picture? Maybe Castle took their daughter to buy flowers for Kate for some reason…(bonus points if he did her hair :)) thank you!!


The sky is growing dark outside, the light grey shifting to a smokey charcoal, but Emily is bubbling with anticipation from between his knees, swaying back and forth, so anxious to go already.

“Hold still, bug,” Castle murmurs, gathering the last strand of hair into the french braid and securing the ponytail on the left side of her head with a hairband that had transferred from Kate’s wrist to his a couple of months ago.

Daddy,” Emily groans, knotting her fingers together. “We’re going to be late.”

“We are not,” he scoffs, patting the top of her head, admiring the perfectly symmetrical french braids that he thinks Kate would be proud of. “Mommy doesn’t mind waiting for us.”

Emily springs up from her seat on the floor once Castle is finished with her hair and races to the front door to slip into her silver sandals that Alexis had bought her last month for her younger sister’s sixth birthday. 

Castle rises from the edge of the sofa, wincing at the pop of his knees, his joints tired and protesting. He’s never had good knees, especially not since the skiing incident nearly nine years ago, but his age is starting to catch up with him these days, evidence in the form of achy bones and stiff muscles accumulating with the grey hairs. 

Kate would tell him it’s sexy, that the silver fox look he’s growing into suits him, that he functions amazingly well for a man in his fifties.

“Daddy, c’mon! I want to pick the prettiest flowers for Mommy,” Emily prompts, squealing when he strides forward and scoops her into his arm, ensuring he has his keys, his phone, and his wallet before unlocking the door and exiting the loft with Emily propped against his chest. 

His youngest daughter doesn’t often liked to be carried, too independent for the coddling, much like her mother, but Emily is growing up so fast, maturing with each passing day. The option of carrying her won’t be probable for much longer.

“Sad, Daddy?” Emily asks as they walk down the hall to the elevator. 

“Not at all, honey,” he lies, craning his neck to smack a kiss to her cheek. “Just a little tired. I should have taken a nap with you today.”

“I hate naps,” Emily scowls, hooking an arm around his neck and dropping her head to rest against his temple when the elevator doors slide shut. 

“I know, but now you have lots of energy for Mommy,” he reminds her, leaning forward to allow Emily to press the button for the lobby.

“Is Grandpa Jim coming too?” Emily inquires, squirming in the cradle of his arm once the lift has descended the five floors down to the lobby and the doors are parting for them.

Castle bends to allow their daughter her freedom, keeping up behind her as she trots towards the exit.

“Not today. He went to the cabin for the week, remember?”

Emily shoots her small hand out for Castle’s once they’re on the sidewalk, curling her fingers around his as they start down Broome street.

“Can we go to the cabin again this summer? I want to swim in the lake again.”

“Sure,” Rick smiles, chuckling when a skip of joy accompanies Emily’s next step. 

“Yay! Mommy will love that,” she states with relish, hastening her pace at the sight of their favorite flower stand. 

“Go ahead,” Castle grins once they’re standing before the vendor and a multitude of beautiful bouquets on display, allowing Emily to step up the table while he remains at her back.

The florist recognizes them, his most loyal customers, and offers Emily a wave that she returns with her brightest smile. Picking out flowers for Kate has become one of Emily’s favorite activities, always so excited to surprise her mother with a new arrangement of roses or daisies. Today his daughter points to a powdery pink bouquet of tulips that the smiling young florist passes down to her without a moment of hesitation.

Castle pays the man and murmurs his thanks after Emily expresses her gratitude in a soft sigh of joy, cradling the flowers in her arms as if they’re something precious, priceless. 

It breaks his heart.


The nurses all greet them with the same sympathetic smiles, nodding to him with pity but forcing smiles for Emily as they walk down the hall to Kate’s room together. He hates it. Hates that they all pity him and his daughter. He doesn’t want their sympathy, doesn’t need it.

They may have all lost hope, but Emily hasn’t and neither has he. There’s still a chance, still that one in ten chance that she could still-

“Aunt Lanie!” Emily shrieks in delight when Castle eases Kate’s hospital room door open, rushing across the room to embrace Lanie in a one armed hug, the flowers secured in the other. “Look at the new bouquet we got for Mommy today.”

“Oh look at those,” Lanie cooes, rising from her seat near Kate’s hospital bed, placing the magazine she had been reading off to the side to peer at the tulips. “Almost as pretty as you, sweetpea.”

Emily beams at the compliment and turns her attention towards Kate, but Lanie glances up over his daughter’s head, meets his hopeful gaze with an apologetic shake of her head.

No change.

“Daddy, will you help me?”

Castle squeezes Lanie’s arm as he passes and lifts Emily from the floor so she can replace the oldest bouquet of flowers in one of the multiple vases decorating Kate’s room with her newest addition. 

“They look beautiful,” Lanie comments while Castle removes the last of the paper wrapping and allows Emily to neatly arrange the flowers, ensuring they won’t tip over the vase.

“Almost as pretty as you, Mommy,” Emily steals Lanie’s words with a grin, glancing towards her sleeping mother. 

Castle sits Emily down on the side of the hospital bed near Kate’s hip, watches his daughter encompass Kate’s hand between both of her tiny palms. 

“Hi Mommy, I hope you wake up today.”

Lanie bites her lip, but Castle shoots her a warning glare. They’ve all had plenty of time to cry over the last six weeks, but not in front of Emily. Not in front of the little girl who is still hoping for her mother to awaken from a coma.

“Hey sweetpea,” Lanie calls, stepping past Castle to take a seat beside Emily. “I’ve been here a couple of hours and haven’t had anything to eat. Did you want to run to the cafeteria with me?”

“Sure!” Emily chirps. “Can we get one of those strawberry smoothies too?”

“Of course,” Lanie grins, extending her hand for his daughter, but Emily turns at the last second to lean forward and peck a kiss to Kate’s cheek.

“Be right back, Momma.”

Emily accepts Lanie’s hand and hops down from the hospital bed, leaving Castle alone with the same promise. The door snicks shut behind them and Rick releases a deep breath, drifts forward to occupy the place Emily had claimed near Kate’s hip, savoring the warmth of his wife’s body heat as he shifts in close, close enough to brush the limp strand of hair from her face, to caress the pale skin of her cheek and skim his thumb over the chapped flesh of her lips.

“Kate,” he breathes, his voice already cracking with it. He could never keep it together, could never handle seeing her like this, so unresponsive, all while knowing her chances of waking ever again were practically nonexistent. But it’s only been six weeks, almost seven, forty-seven days, to be exact. And he won’t give up on her. Not yet. “I know I say it every day, and if you can hear me, you’re probably sick of hearing it, but it’s not - I can’t do this without you. I can’t - I need my partner.” 


On the days he comes to visit his wife alone, he’ll tentatively crawl into the cramped bed alongside her, careful not to disturb any of the wiring or machines hooked up to her lifeless body, but needing the press of her shoulder against his, the weight of her against his chest when he’s allowed to maneuver her to rest in his embrace. The nurses don’t mind him anymore. They had hated him in the early days, exasperated with his persistence to remain past visiting hours and his audacity to hunker down in the hospital bed next to Kate. 

Now, they just felt sorry for him and fail to reprimand him when he breaks a rule. 

He wants to lie by her side today, but he can’t. Not with Emily here and needing her father to wear a brave face, not with Lanie lingering in the halls with eyes that had lost any expectation long ago. They had a system - Lanie, Jim, Emily and Rick - a schedule, and someone always had to be here for her, to ensure she never woke alone. 

If she ever woke at all.

Rick settles for leaning forward, pressing a kiss to his wife’s forehead, and remaining there for a few long seconds.

“I love you,” he whispers into her skin, skin that still smells of her and of home beneath the medications and disinfectants that fill the air. Something twitches near his thigh, where her hand rests, but he’s hoped for so long now for signs of recovery, of wakefulness. He’s imagined the flickers of life in her fingertips before, swore he caught a swivel of movement beneath her eyelids, but that’s all it’s ever been. Hope and desperation, so he chalks the imagined touch up to his overactive mind, doesn’t even glance towards her limp fingers. “Please come back to me. To Emily. We need you, Kate.”

He closes his eyes, curses himself for allowing a tear to escape and freefall onto her cheek. Lanie will be back with Emily at any minute and he can’t just let himself lose it-

The twitch at his thigh, stronger now, insistent. The flutter of lashes at his cheek, where hers could reach if she were to open her-


Rick jerks backwards, finds her eyes open and hazy and staring up at him. 

“Kate,” he whispers, chokes on her name, and her fingers clutch at his pant leg. “Oh Kate, please stay.”

He doesn’t hear the door swing open, hardly catches the scamper of small feet sprinting across the room to crawl onto the opposite side of the bed, almost misses the gasp of Mommy’s awake and Lanie’s shout about getting a doctor.

Her lashes flutter, her eyes trailing slowly around the room, but there’s fight in the dimmed hazel of her irises, golden flickers of awareness bleeding through. 

“Opening - flower shop?” she gets out, her breath nothing more than a whisper, gravelly and rough and the most beautiful thing he’s ever heard.

Castle chokes on the broken, watery excuse for a laugh caught in his throat and cups the side of her face in his palm, traces his thumb over the seam of her lips when she attempts a smile.

Kate scratches her thumbnail at his thigh, where her fingers still tremble to hold onto him, in return. Her other hand flickers to life beside their daughter, the tips of her fingers graze Emily’s hand, the closest thing she can reach. 

“I knew Mommy would love all the flowers!” Emily exclaims, curling all five of her tiny fingers around the single digit of Kate’s still brushing over Emily’s knuckles. “If you stay awake, we’ll buy you even more. We’ll decorate the entire loft in all the flowers you want, Mom.”

His wife’s eyes fill with tears, the liquid salt that has likely become foreign after so long in drought probably searing her corneas as she squeezes her eyes shut for a brief moment. 

“Don’t cry, Mommy. It’s okay. Daddy and I are good flower pickers, we’ll get the best ones I promise-”

“Mommy’s not crying because she’s upset,” Castle assures her, tearing his eyes away from Kate to give Emily a soft smile, one he hopes doesn’t quiver in time with his heart. “I think she’s just happy. So happy to be awake and to get to come home to lots of flowers someday.”

“Soon,” Kate rasps, blinking up at him with so much need in her eyes, so many apologies he doesn’t want and a lifetime of love he yearns to reclaim. 

Kate’s neurologist is charging through the door, but Emily refuses to move, draping herself over Kate’s waist, hugging her mother. And despite the fact Castle has to help her lift her arm, for the first time in nearly two months, Kate is able to hug her daughter back.

“Staying,” she gets out before he can make way for the swarm of medical professionals entering her room, her fingers sweeping clumsily over the braids of Emily’s hair. “Staying with you. Emily.” Her eyes drift towards the fresh tulips on her bedside table and that struggling smile returns to grace her lips. “In the flowers.”

anonymous asked:

Your Evan/Ellinore stories are the best! I don't know if are taking prompts, but can you write something with Evan and Alexis?

Sorry this took me so long, nonny! I hope you enjoy it anyway! 

And just so everyone knows, I will always accept prompts! So if there’s something you’d like to see, feel free to pop by and let me know!

Evan is sitting on the couch next to Kate as she feeds Avery when the door to the loft opens and Alexis steps inside.

“Hello?” She calls from the entryway as she shuts the door.

“Lex!” Evan cries as he slips down from the couch and goes running headlong at her. “Lex Lex Lex!”

Alexis laughs as she bends down to greet her little brother. “Hey, Evan.” She lifts him into the air and kisses his cheeks.

“We go have fun, Lex?”

Alexis settles Evan on her hip and nods as she moves into the rest of the loft. “We’ll leave in a few minutes, Evan.”

Kate looks up as they enter the living room again. “Hey, Alexis. I’d give you a hug, but…” Kate trails off as she looks down to where Avery is still nursing.

Alexis laughs and shakes her head. “Kate, don’t worry about it. I’ll be back to drop Evan off and pilfer some dinner, you can give me a hug then.”

Kate nods. “Thank you, Alexis.”

Alexis sets Evan down on the floor with a whisper to put his shoes on. Once he runs off, Alexis settles on the couch next to her step mother.

“You don’t have to thank me, Kate. I love spending time with Evan, and you know that.”

Kate smiles. “I know you do. But I can still thank you. Today is not one of his better days jealousy wise, so I’m thankful you’re willing to take him out of the loft and do something just for the two of you.”

Before Alexis can reply, Evan is running back and calling her name. “You can tie mine shoes please?”

Alexis helps Evan onto the couch and ties his shoes for him, smiling as he catches a strand of her hair and starts playing with it.

“Alright, Evan. Are you ready to head out? Is Ellinore coming with us?”

“She busy. She not come wif us. Where we go, Lex?”

“We’re going to the children’s museum. And maybe ice cream when we’re done?” Alexis looks to Kate for confirmation, and Evan must be giving his mother his sad eyes because Kate starts laughing before giving Alexis a nod. 

“Go crazy, guys.”

“Lex, I Bob!” Evan calls.

Alexis smiles as her brother comes toddling over to her in a dress up suit, a smile on his face. “I Bob, Lex.”

“Bob?” She asks.

“Daddy friend Bob!” Evan reminds her.

Alexis laughs. “Of course. I see you picked the Mayor outfit.”

Evan nods. “I may-er.”

“Well then, Mr. Mayor. Let’s take a picture for Mama and Daddy, huh?”

Evan nods excitedly and poses in his best attempt at a serious stance, but the smile cracking his face in half ruins the full affect of the seriousness.

“I go be someone else, Lex.” Evan says once she’s sent the picture. “You guess who I be.”

“Alright, Ev. Go pick a new outfit.”

Evan scurries off and begins digging through the costumes. When one of the attendants kneels next to him to help him button his vest, Evan gives the lady a shy smile before turning and running back for his sister.

“Who I, Lex?”

“Umm. Are you a traffic cop?”

“No! I builder!”

“Are you gonna build something?”

Evan looks around. “No. I bored here. We go?”

Alexis laughs and stands. “Of course. But first you gotta take your outfit off.”

Once he’s removed the vest and helmet, Evan takes Alexis’ hand and leads her into the next room, where he giggles at the tongue slide. 

“I do that.” Evan announces as he points to it. 

“You can do what you want, Evan. Let me know if you need help though, ok?”

“I big boy.” Evan says as he toddles off. “I not need helps.”

Alexis smothers a laugh as she watches her brother climb the steps and plunk down on his bottom at the top of the tongue. Evan looks at her to make sure she’s watching, and he pushes himself down the slide.

“He spitted me, Lex!” Evan says through his laughter. “He spitted me!”

Alexis laughs with him, and watches as he sets off to explore this room. 

It seems silly now that Kate had been nervous to tell Alexis that she was pregnant with Evan. Her stepmother had done her best to cover up her nerves, but Alexis had caught on soon enough and Alexis had done her best to show Kate that she wasn’t mad or jealous, or any of the ridiculous things Kate seemed to think she would be. Truthfully, Alexis had always wanted a sibling, and even though she didn’t get to spend as much time with her brother–and now her sister–as she would like, she really couldn’t imagine her life without them, and she was excited for all the adventures the three of them were sure to have.

“Lex!” Evan calls, and Alexis shakes herself out of her thoughts. “Lex, I not reach.”

“I thought you were a big boy and didn’t need help, Evan.” Alexis teases as she makes her way over to her brother. 

“Lex.” Evan whines. “Help. Pease.”

Alexis lifts her brother so he can reach the box he’s after and then sets him back on his feet. She watches him walk over to a table and over turn the box to set the puzzle pieces free. 

When he’s meticulously turned over all ten of the pieces, Evan climbs into her lap and carefully begins putting the large pieces together.

“Do you know where that is?” Alexis asks once he’s completed the puzzle.

Evan shakes his head and looks at his sister. “Where?”

“It’s central park. By the zoo.”

“Zoo! I love the zoo! Ell-nore family live there!”

Alexis laughs. “I know you do. Maybe on our next adventure we’ll go to the zoo, ok?”

“Yeah!” Evan takes apart the puzzle and puts the pieces back in the box before handing it to Alexis to put away. “Ice cream now?”

“Yeah, Bud. Ice cream and then home.”

“Whoa.” Evan whispers as Alexis sets him on her hip so he can see all the flavors available. “So many ice creams.”

“Mama said to go crazy, so I think that means you can pick two flavors.”

Evan gives her a look of surprise before turning back to the ice cream case and peering inside. 

“Can I help you?” The young lady behind the counter asks. 

“I’ll have a scoop of cookies and cream and a scoop of mint, please.” Alexis says while Evan continues to ponder his options.

Once Alexis’ ice cream has been scooped and served, Evan looks to Alexis as if to check that he’s still allowed to have ice cream. When Alexis smiles in return, Evan turns a shy smile to the girl working. 

“I can have choc-late and strawbry please?” He asks. When he receives a smile in return, Evan ducks his head and smiles shyly in response while laying his head on Alexis’ shoulder.

Evan receives his ice cream and cradles it to his chest while Alexis pays, and then she carries him over to a table and settles into a chair, happy to keep her brother in her arms as long as he’s content to remain there.

“Fanks, Lex.” Evan says around his spoon. “I like ice cream.”

“It’s a Castle thing, Evan. You have to like ice cream.”

“I a Castle!” Evan exclaims, and Alexis laughs at the chocolate and strawberry stained around his mouth.

“Yeah you are, Evan.” Alexis replies as she does her best to wipe his face. She probably should have brought some wipes with her, but they’re going back to the loft after this and she can get him cleaned up then.

“Lex?” Evan asks after a moment of peaceful eating.

“Yeah, Ev?”

“You loves me?”

“Of course I do, Evan.”


“Always. To the moon and back, Evan. Why?”

Evan shrugs his shoulders and looks at his lap. “Don’t fink I loves Avey always.”

“Huh?” Alexis asks, surprised by her brother’s comments. “What do you mean, Evan?”

“She loud. And smelly. And she a hogger.” Evan sighs. “I not fink I love her always. Only sontines.”

Alexis tries her best to stifle a laugh, but when Evan looks sharply up at her, she knows she’s failed. “Sorry, Evan.”

“You laughin’.” Evan whines.

“I am.” Alexis admits. “But only because you’re being silly.”

“Nu-uh.” Evan replies, crossing his arms over his chest.

“Evan, you do love Avery.”


“Evan, listen.” Alexis says, a little firmer than she had been speaking before. She waits until her brother looks up at her before she continues. “You love your sister, I know you do. You just don’t always like her.”

Evan’s eyes widen and his mouth pops open. “Oh.”

Alexis nods and kisses her brother’s forehead. “Don’t worry, Buddy. You’re always gonna love Avery. Even if you don’t like her.”

“’Kay.” Evan replies before he turns back to his ice cream and shoving another spoonful into his mouth.

Alexis kisses her brother’s head before she turns back to her own, slightly melted, ice cream.

(The library is closed by now, so getting a webcam photo in a really roundabout way involving two laptops and a USB device is the only way to go atm…)

Anyway, there are three characters his shitlord and newest son of mine reminded me of this far: Crona Gorgon, Anakin Skywalker and Asriel Dreemurr. Cannot decide which is the best fit, but quite frankly, he’s fucked either way. There’s always hope, I guess.