i'd agree with you

If Seokjin wasn’t in BTS...he probably would be one of those mukbang channels on YouTube with 3 million followers and fan base that’s still wonders why they watch a guy eat, and why does he looks so beautiful doing it....

I appear to have caused some minor controversy on the Schipperke facebook page… I have been sharing quotes from sources I’ve been reading about schipperkes and it seems people disagree! I’d be happy to be corrected, but nobody can provide a source for their information.

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I have a prompt for you if you're taking them! In 5x02 what if instead of Rebecca Fog it was a man, and the whole situation that Castle got in to with her somehow happened to Beckett instead with their roles reversed? And Castle walked in on a man on top of Beckett?? I'd love to see how Castle would react!

“How could you agree to a date with that stupid weatherman,” Castle hisses, striding out of the news station on her heels. “Rainer Shine? What kind of name is that?”

“He wasn’t so stupid when he was interviewing you on TV,” she tosses back over her shoulder, fishing her car keys from her coat pocket and unlocking her cruiser. “And he caught me off guard. I didn’t know what else to say.”

“Uh, how about no?” he grumbles, his frown falling into a pout as they venture through the parking garage together and Beckett huffs.

“When he asked me if I was seeing someone, I just panicked, okay?” she defends, still hating the look that had flashed across her partner’s face when the weatherman gunning to take their victim’s place on the station had walked off the set with Castle after their on air interview and promptly inquired about her status. “And after what Miles said when we interviewed him about coworkers dating and secret workplace romances and imploding, I just-”

“Beckett, that’s not going to happen with us,” he argues, catching her hand before she can curl her fingers around the car door handle. “We’re not going to drown in any lies. And you - you just ensured that by taking the date.”

Kate purses her lips and glances up at him, the strained smile he’s attempting to hold for her, and sighs, shakes off his hand so she can touch her fingers to his jaw in the darkness of the parking garage.

“Will you come over afterwards?” she murmurs, painting her thumb to his chin, relief skittering through her chest when he grins.

“Of course. Text me as soon as it’s done and I’ll be on my way.”

She drifts forward in her heels to brush a kiss to his mouth, to steal a moment in the shadows before they head back into a reality where he’s still her writer, she’s his muse, but they aren’t together. 

And something about that continues to make her stomach churn.

-

Beckett isn’t exactly comfortable with Randall (Rainer Shine’s actual name) coming over to her apartment after their somewhat uncomfortable dinner at the fancy restaurant uptown, but he insists on walking her to her door, and then sharing a glass of wine, and she’s just desperate to ditch the guy so her actual boyfriend can come over.

“You know, Miles told me he was convinced that you and that Castle guy were together,” Randall muses, his green eyes scanning over her bookshelves while she reluctantly pours two glasses of wine in the kitchen. “And Rick is a cool guy, I’ve interviewed him a handful of times on the red carpet.”

“Yeah?” Beckett answers, placing the bottle back on the countertop. 

“Obviously not very smart, though,” he chuckles, sauntering into the kitchen to stand beside her. “How long have you guys been working together? Years? And he never made a move?”

“Well-”

“Quite the idiot, if you ask me,” Randall smirks, reaching out to graze his knuckles down Kate’s arm. 

She’s wearing a simple black dress, pretty enough to be formal, not special enough for her to feel like it was being wasted on the wrong man, but the sleeveless piece has her wishing she’d gone with something more matronly now.

Kate shrugs him off and holds out his wine instead. “How about we sit? I’d love to hear more about your transition from entertainment to meteorology.”

“Ah, well, I’ve always had a passion for the weather,” Randall begins, following her to take a seat on the sofa, a little too close for comfort, but the further Kate scoots away, the closer he gets. “But I wanted to explore all of my options.” 

She nods around a sip of her wine, withdraws her phone from her clutch on the coffee table while Randall continues. 

“And pop culture reporters can be found anywhere these days, a good meteorologist? Much more valuable. And after years interviewing celebrities, this new opening to do the weather was just too good to refuse.”

“Makes sense,” Beckett mumbles, checking for any updates on the case, withholding her smile at the goofy messages Castle’s been sending her all night. 

She begins to type out a reply when Randall’s arm drapes across the head of the couch, his fingers dusting at her neck.

“Detective, am I boring you?”

Kate glances up from her phone, tries not to roll her eyes at the man staring back at her with a lazy grin. He was good looking, built and born with a killer smile, she wouldn’t deny that, but he wasn’t her type.

And these days, no one but the blue eyed writer with the crooked smile fit her criteria anyway.

“No, I was just making sure the precinct hadn’t-”

Randall reaches for her phone, causes her thumb to slip when she has to tighten her grip to stop him from slipping the device from her fingers. 

“I’d kill for your full attention,” he states with a wink, releasing the phone, but stealing her other hand. “Besides, didn’t you take the night off for our date?”

“Yeah, which I’m starting to regret,” she mutters, yanking her hand from his grasp, but it only falls to her knee and Kate squares her jaw. “I actually think you should go.”

-

The sight of her photo illuminating the screen of his phone has his heart exalting in relief and Castle tightens his grip on the bouquet of flowers in his grasp, swipes his thumb over the device to answer her call. 

He’s been waiting around on her block for the last half hour, wandering around Tribeca and growing more anxious the later the night became, but he starts towards her place now with a spring in his step.

“Hey Beckett, has your disaster date finally come to a close?” he greets, waiting for her reply, but instead, he hears nothing.

Nothing but muffled voices, a brewing argument, and he hastens his pace down the sidewalk.

“Kate?” he tries again, still receiving no answer. 

“Are you sure you don’t want to share the dessert we brought back from the restaurant first?” He can hear the weatherman, Rainer Shine, attempting to coax. “I’d hate for this night to end so prematurely.”

“No, thank you,” the clipped response of Beckett’s voice fills his ear next, the rustling sound of movement following, the telltale click of her heels. “I think it’s best I show you out.”

“Aww, are you sure, beautiful?” the other man sighs. “Tell me I can’t change your mind.”

Her apartment comes into view and Castle ups his speed to a jog, dodging other pedestrians and a speeding car to reach her security door. He uses the key she had given him to shove the door open and takes the stairs to her floor so he won’t lose service in the elevator.

“You can’t,” Kate answers flatly.

“Oh, come on,” the other man pushes. “I hate being told no.”

Rick grits his teeth, tries not to crush the flowers in his fist.

“Well, get used to it. Hey, let me go-”

He can hear the shift of furniture, the stumble of Kate’s heels and the protest in her voice, and Castle’s blood boils just in time to overflow as he reaches her door. He doesn’t hesitate, finding it unlocked when he tries the handle and stumbling into her apartment, his gaze snapping to the living room and the man pinning his girlfriend on the sofa.

“Kate!”

“Rick Castle? What are you doing here?” Randall questions, glancing up in surprise from the couch, where he’s straddled over Beckett.

Who promptly knees him in the groin.

Randall yelps and collapses sideways and Castle rushes into the living room, reaches for Kate’s hand as she sits up, her cheeks flushed with rage and her eyes dangerously dark.

“Kate? Hey, are you okay?” he murmurs, cupping her shoulders in his palms, feeling her bones tremble beneath his hands even as she nods, rakes her fingers through her hair to pull it together.

“Was that really necessary?” Randall huffs, pushing himself up from the sofa, and Castle releases Beckett, inserting himself between her and the other man. “And hey, what are you-”

“Castle!” Beckett hisses when Rick connects his fist to the other man’s jaw, sending him spiraling back down to the floor.

“It was necessary,” he growls, not resisting the tug of Kate’s hand on his arm, following her into the kitchen while Randall remains groaning on the floor. 

“Why is he in your apartment?”

“How did you know to come here?”

They both pause and Kate sighs, glances back to the living room.

“I didn’t want him here, but he walked me up after dinner and then wanted to talk and wouldn’t leave,” she grumbles, returning her gaze to him with an arch of her brow. “Your turn.”

“You must have butt-dialed me,” Castle explains, nodding to her phone, tossed on the floor of her living room now. “I got a call from you, but when I answered it, all I could hear was you telling him to leave. And him not complying.”

Kate takes a step closer, narrows her eyes on him. “How did you get here so fast?”

“Well, I - may have been… nearby,” he hedges, unable to quell the desire to place his hands on her waist, feel the bones of her hips through the fitted fabric of her dress. “I’m glad I was, though.”

“He wasn’t going to get any farther than he did,” she assures him, snagging her fingers in the edges of his jacket. “Trust me.”

They both turn towards the sound of rustling near the couch, Randall heaving himself up from the ground. 

“I’m just going to go now,” he states, wincing as he limps through a few steps towards the door. “Sorry if I got the wrong idea, Detective Beckett.”

Kate doesn’t answer, glaring at the man throughout his entire stagger towards the door, making him look like a cowering fool as he finally shuffles through it and out into the hall. 

“You could press charges,” Castle murmurs as soon as Randall is gone, tightening his hands on her hips, the image of her pinned beneath another man without her consent reigniting the fire in his blood. “Assault. Harassment. Something.”

“I’m considering it,” she sighs, drifting forward and dropping her head to his chest. “I’ll think about it more in the morning. But you know our cover may be blown, right?”

Castle shakes his head and lifts his hands from her waist, wraps his arms around her body and holds her close. “After tonight, I honestly don’t care. We’ll figure something out, hopefully be able to keep working together, but I don’t want to see other people.”

“Me neither.” Her head lifts from his chest and she musters a small smile for him. “Will you stay?”

“I had no intentions of leaving unless you told me to,” he murmurs, brushing his knuckles between her shoulder blades, attempting to soothe the tension that resides there. “You should run a bath, relax for the night. I’ll straighten up out here.”

Her lips quirk as she nods, leans in to dust a kiss to his mouth. 

“I’ll run the bath, you can straighten up, but I’d prefer to relax together.”

Castle grins and nudges his nose to her cheek. “Date night is saved.”

The sound of her chuckle is soft, the apple of her cheek rising to touch his lips, and Kate squeezes his hips before letting go, drifting out of his arms and stepping out of her heels.

“Meet me in the tub, Castle.”

Can I politely ask if folks could please tag your political posts?  This is a topic that is soaking all corners of the media right now.  Some people come to Tumblr to escape this topic, but it’s very hard if you don’t tag it.  I always tag for it so I don’t have to upset anyone viewing my blog who wishes to keep away from our rather toxic, embarrassing political landscape.  

Thank you. 

EDIT: I have to add to this I think. This means ALL politics, including religion, gender, sex, partisan issues on all sides, Twitter rants, etc.  If you need a blanket term, simply use ‘politics’.  I follow some awesome people here who tag their stuff, and I know they don’t have to, but they do out of courtesy.  You guys are heroes, thank you.

“asexual people experience a lot of oppression too!!!”

yeah! asexuality is classified as a mental disorder, that’s pretty fucked. correction rape and stuff is extra fucke dup. asexual people face a lot of garbage for being asexual.

“asexual people and lgbt people face the same kind of oppression”

okay no! it’s not even so much of a competition, but the fact that the oppression asexual people and lgbt people face is VERY different, and while calling aro/ace people who don’t participate in het relationships straight is super unfair, especially trying to label them without them not wanting the label (like y’all gotta realize how fucked up that is…) calling yourself gay when you’re not attracted the same/similar gender (if you align more or less with a binary gender) is jsut! idk it’s so messed up… not being straight =/= gay. you can be gay and asexual of course, but gay =/= asexual

of course, there are people who associate “not normal” with gay, and then draw the conclusion that asexual makes you queer, but? queer is a word that has been used to put down people in same sex relationships, and i don’t understand why you’d even want to reclaim it? it’s such a heavy word, and yeah, ace/aro folks are discriminated against definitely, but being gay and being ace are different, what makes one decide that sinse aces aren’t always straight they can use a slur for another group of people that also happen to be not straight?

am I really the only one who doesn’t see the chin grab as ~romantic~? I don’t know to me it was just Gaston being a manipulative asshole and taking advantage of LeFou’s love and loyalty to force him to lie, it’s not a thing to be ‘aawww they’re so cute I ship them so hard *heart eyes*’ about, but anyway

Today, I walked into a cafe.

Behind the counter, taking orders at two separate registers, were two guys about my own age (mid twenties).

The first was very Mediterranean-looking with the olive skin tone and the dark features. His eyes were ridiculously green and dude… he was jacked. Like he looked like he could land a job advertising for Old Spice or something. His goatee was perfection and his smile displayed absolutely gorgeous white teeth.

The second guy was a total Weasley. Red hair with freckles, on the short side, and a goofy grin. He laughed easily and cracked lame but cute jokes at his customers and appeared 100% confident in himself.

And you know what? I realized in that moment that I was way more attracted to the second guy than the first. Something about the dorky demeanor and the fun laugh he had was SO much more attractive than the hunk with the bedroom eyes.

I am unashamed to say that I’ll take a nerd over a babe-magnet ANY DAY…

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“ladies do not start fights, but they sure can finish ‘em!” ok cool well I started this fight; you can be the lady if you want.

BUT HOW ARE MERMAIDS BORN????

ok ok humor me I’ve been wanting to talk about this for a very long time!!!

please note: this is loosely based on canon, mostly my own personal headcanons. unless the canon gives me something better, this is my answer to the million dollar question. 

THIS POST IS VERY LONG I’M SORRY

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I’ve been seeing and hearing about a lot of hate targeted towards religion (Islam) but I really can’t comprehend it because why would you waste so much energy hating, and expressing hate?? What a waste of your own time?? You could be doing lots of other things in life instead of publicly hating what you don’t agree with? Like learning about how to respect others regardless of religious differences… Must be hard living with such a black heart smh.

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I'd say Treasure Planet is easily Disney's most underrated film.

i’d agree with you!!! i’m also really fond of the movie, oliver and company tho and i NEVER hear anyone talking abt that one lol