highlights/things i’ve learned from colin farrell’s episode of nerdist
  • he did a binge watch of mr. robot
  • “i needed a louder no at 25 than i did at six”
  • he refers to himself as ‘Daddy Talk’
  • mentions gelson’s, of course (the only grocery store he visits even more than whole foods)
  • he has ideas for screenplays and starts writing them but never finishes them, including one in particular he only wrote three scenes of
  • references into the wild
  • only went to AA for 6 months, has his own “sober system”
  • uses the measurement “a bee’s dick away from [x]”
  • plays the guitar as a form of stress relief
  • loves marvel films (or at least said he does to save his own ass)
  • spends most of the interview talking about fatherhood and his constant worries of ruining his sons
  • his friends in ireland wish he would do less art films and make a sequel to SWAT
Castle Fanfic: Love the One You Hold 1/1

Love the One You Hold

A Season 3-4 AU

This was inspired by a little tagfic I wrote on this post: which then took on a life of its own.

I know I tried
I was not stable
And flawed by pride
I miss my sanguine eyes
So hold my hands up - breathe in and breathe out  - “Lover Of The Light,” Mumford and Sons

His daughter will kill him when she finds out what he’s been planning, but he can’t watch her do this to herself any longer. He can’t watch his child grimace and gasp in pain, even though she tries so hard to hide it from him. He can’t watch his little girl grow more distant, crawling deeper within herself with every passing day.

He can’t continue to watch Katie stare at her phone but refuse to use it.

If she isn’t going to call, isn’t going to reach out to someone, he’ll do it for her. She had given him a boost – a shove, really – when he had needed it most, when he had hit rock bottom and couldn’t see a way to climb out of his pain and his misery, and now he’s doing the same for her. She’ll be pissed, she may well rail against him (God knows he did all those years ago), but he has to believe his plan is for the best.

On a quiet, cool morning in early July, Jim Beckett steps out onto the knotted wood porch of his cabin and does what his daughter can’t or won’t do for herself: he calls Richard Castle.

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