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thinkingofstanakatic:

The best of Stana Katic

Shoes

The Louboutins look awesome on her!

luvmuhffins:

Harry Potter as a teen comedy.

Evidence that music placement is very important. 

I swear I watch this every time it comes on my dash.

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YES. 

THIS COMPLETELY CHANGES EVERYTHING.

This is hysterical….

I was wondering does anyone know what Roy Montogmery’s badge number was? Nerdy fancfic writer asking here….There’s got to be a screen cap for that scene where he flashes his badge at that lawyer guy and says ‘What does my badge say, superstar?’ around somewhere!

perksofbeingafanboy:

I’d happily watch an 8 hour film adaptation of a book if it meant every little book detail was put in it

Says everyone in the Harry Potter fandom.

katicparrilla:

Castle S1 (aka babies) 17/50

Looks like he’s grabbing his dick.

katicparrilla:

Castle S1 (aka babies) 17/50

Looks like he’s grabbing his dick.

asktheundeadroyals:

15 seconds of all the songs I could find that sync with this gif

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There’s s doof doof version of Let it Go?  Now I’ve heard everything….

allylobster:

Kate Beckett has great taste. I’d love to live in this apartment.

I still want to know how she cooks and washes her dishes because CLEARLY that stove top is not connected to any gas lines and the sink isn’t connected to any water pipes.

Thank god for Fan Fiction Writers
Every Fandom Ever (via indefinitely-rad)
libkxx:

Wow.

I KNEW he used tongue!

libkxx:

Wow.

I KNEW he used tongue!

Sassy Esposito is sassy, even when he’s about to die.

Can you imagine how sassy his and Lanie’s kids will be?

ponies-against-bronies:

pinkapi:

Discord Lamp Salespony

 

Trivia: My Little Pony Friendship Is Magic S 4 E 22 Trade Ya

Disabled Character, Disabled Actor: Stellar Eclipse, the pegasus in a wheelchair, is voiced by Sylvain LeVasseur-Portelance, a young man who is stricken with spinal muscular atrophy

Why would a pegasus need a wheelchair?  Couldn’t it just fly eyerywhere?

Can we all just make a promise

fangirling-my-fandoms:

lord-of-the-song:

Can we all just promise right now to never be the people to harass the actors of Castle, or any show about ANYTHING. We have the right to have an opinion but some of them should never reach their ears. The actors have a right to like or dislike and do what ever they want to. Some members of this fandom need to learn to show respect.

I promise!! They’re people too. They deserve to live unhindered just like everyone else.

Anonymous
asks:
a one shot on your perfect finale ending to castle?

cassbones:

Castle’s hands were sweating as he waited for her at the end of the aisle. Ryan, his Best Man, placed his hand on his shoulder.

"Stop shaking, Man," he said. "You look like you’re having a seizure. Everything’s going to be alright." Castle chuckled and nodded, giving him a grateful smile, before his eyes flitted to his daughter, who looked just lovely in her lavender bridesmaid dress. She smiled at him and gave him a thumbs up above the lilac and violet bouquet she was clutching. Lanie, the Maid of Honor, turned to her, grinning, tears already running down her cheeks. Alexis rested her chin on the M.E’s shoulder and they pressed their foreheads together, so happy for their friend.

Finally, the music started and Castle’s heart rate sped up.

"Relax, Bro," Espo whispered from behind Ryan. Castle chuckled and took a deep breath, before looking down the aisle, as everybody stood and watched the bride appear, on her father’s arm. 

Kate’s dress was…breathtaking. It had been her mother’s and, with a few alterations to fit Kate’s body, it had been ready to walk down the aisle, once again. Slender and sleeveless, it fit Kate like a glove. She’d added a ribbon in her favorite color—royal purple—and cinched it around her waist, the ribbon falling down her back in length with the short train. Her hair, as always, was magnificent, swept to the side over one shoulder in soft, golden brown curls that seemed to glow. Her face was made up with light makeup; soft, kissable pink lips, purple eye shadow, light mascara and eyeliner, and rosy cheeks. Her shoes had her usual high heels and were open-toed sandals, just peeking out from her long dress.

But Castle didn’t care about any of that. All he cared about was the look in her bright green eyes, which were swimming with fresh tears as she regarded him, happily, in his dapper black tux, a violet—that matched the ones in her bouquet—clipped to his lapel. Their smiles matched as she came closer and closer to him, and he could see the chain around her neck, from which her mother’s ring hung (something old), the earrings Alexis had gifted her at the rehearsal dinner (something new), Lanie’s diamond bracelet (something borrowed), and the blue butterfly clip  Martha had presented to her that morning, that nestled in her hair, beautifully (something blue).

She looked exquisite and so much like his perfect bride that it made Castle’s heart ache.

When, finally, she arrived at the end of the altar, kissed her father goodbye, and handed Lanie her bouquet, she turned to Castle and grinned happily.

"Hi," she whispered to him.

"Hi," he said back, taking her hands.

"And hello," Gates said, drawing their attention to the captain, who would be marrying them. Castle and Beckett smiled sheepishly at her and she grinned back, before opening her book. "Dearly beloved," she began, reciting the age-old ceremonial speech as Castle and Kate shared gooey eyes and held hands.

"And now," Gates said, interrupting the soft looks, "the bride and groom wish to share their vows, which they have each written themselves. Ladies first," she said, smiling at Kate.

Kate blushed and reached into her bust (where else was she supposed to keep it?), coming out with a single sheet of lined paper.

She smiled up at Castle as she unfolded the paper and began.

"Dear Rick," she started. "For over fifteen years, I have been reading your words. For over fifteen years, I have felt myself being moved to tears, to laughter, to outright anger by your words. For over fifteen years, I have slowly, but surely, fell so deep in love with your words that I doubt I stood much of a chance the first time I plucked your novel from my mother’s bedside table. 

"Your books got me through my mother’s death. They helped eased the ache, if only for a while, and made me see that there was a sense of justice in the world, if only between the pages of a book. They took me to faraway places when all I wanted to do was escape from the world I was currently living in, when I thought that all hope was lost. They saved me from myself when I started to lose my grip on the happiness that I thought would never be possible after losing one of the most important people in my life. Your words—your books—are what helped me keep my sanity for ten years…before I slowly started to lose it after you—the physical you—showed up in my life.” There was a laugh at that and she grinned, tears falling freely down her cheeks. “Thank God this makeup is waterproof,” she commented, gaining another laugh.

"When you first barged your way into my life," she continued, "I was certain that it would be only a matter of time before I shot you, myself; career be damned." Another laugh. "But soon I began to realize something. Every moment I spent with you. Every lame pun, weird come on, and cheesy joke you shared with me; every ridiculous theory and silly story…somewhere along the line, I started to regain my happiness. I found myself smiling a whole lot more and laughing. God, I was laughing like I hadn’t in years. And it was all because of you." She beamed up at him, before turning the paper over. "I realized it within a month of knowing you; I had fallen in love. And it scared the hell out of me. But no matter how hard I pushed you away, how many times I kicked you out, told you to leave me alone and go away, you kept coming back. Every. Single. Time.

"Rick, we once fought about who liked whom first and I always thought it was you. I mean, you started following me practically the second we met, so it made enough sense. But, recently, I’ve realized that I’ve loved you for so much longer than that—longer than we’ve even known each other. I first fell in love with your words, Rick, and, while our first face-to-face meeting was…complicated, at first, it didn’t take me long to realize how I felt about you. Sorry it took me so long to admit it. I have no trouble admitting it now, though.

"I love you, Richard Castle. Forever and always."

The second she finished, Castle’s lips were on hers, pressing softly against hers and Kate didn’t resist, the piece of paper dropping from her hands as she reached up to cup his cheeks. There were some claps from the pews but before they could get much farther, Gates’ voice interrupted them.

"Okay!" she exclaimed. "That’s enough. Mr. Castle, control yourself, please!" Castle backed away from Kate with a sheepish smile and she grinned back, blushing.

"Sorry, Sir," they mumbled in unison and Gates rolled her eyes.

"Mr. Castle," she sighed, "I understand you have a few words to say, yourself?”

Castle nodded, reaching into an inside pocket and pulling out a couple of note cards. He cleared his throat before beginning.

"Dearest Kate," he began, smiling at her, "for six years now, you have been one of the brightest lights in my life. The only other being that of my beautiful daughter, Alexis. And I—”

"Ahem!" Martha said from the front row. Castle rolled his eyes.

"And, of course," he said, "my over-dramatic mother…whom I love very much. Anyway, as I was saying, you have been one of the truly wonderful things in my life. You are the most challengingly, maddeningly, infuriatingly, extraordinary women I’ve ever met and my days are brighter with you in them. When we met, I was on the verge of giving up, myself. I’ve made quite a successful career from my innate ability to weave words into fantastic stories but, before you came into my life, I was…stuck. Writing was no longer as…exciting as it once was. There was no mystery, no surprises, no inspiration. Until you.

"The second I first met you, I knew you were important—and even then I almost ruined it by hitting on you." There was a scattered laugh. "But you were tough. You deflected all of my admittedly charming attempts at wooing you and were able to hide your own affections for me—don’t deny it now; we all heard you.” Another laugh. “The only way I could even hope to continue this…thing I was certain we had with each other, was to get the mayor and your previous captain—God rest his soul—to agree to let me shadow you, leaving you with no other option. But I want to let you, and all our friends and family in on a little secret right now.

"Had you seriously come up to me and told me that you wanted me gone—that you never wanted to see me ever again for as long as you lived—I would have left. Without question, I would have left. I would have done anything you wanted me to do, back then. But now…I’ll never leave you without a fight, Kate. Never. I’m in way too deep to leave you now. I will be with you always, from here on out, holding your hand and telling you every single chance I get, how truly, deeply, madly in love with you I am. Always.”

Kate beamed up at him and had to control the urge to attack him right there, lest she be reprimanded by Captain Gates. Instead she reached for his hand and squeezed, relaying all the love through her eyes.

Gates smiled between them, swiping at her own cheeks, before clearing her throat.

"And now," she said, "for the exchanging of the rings." She turned to the boys, who each handed her a ring. She took the one Ryan handed her and turned to Castle. "Richard," she said, the name sounding foreign on her lips, "would you please place this ring on Kate’s finger and repeat these words: ‘With this ring, I vow to be there for you, my love, for richer or poorer, through sickness and health, for as long as we both shall live.’?"

Castle nodded and did as he was told, his bright blue eyes locking with Kate’s green ones. The ring fit perfectly on her finger and was made from white gold, with a single, heart-shaped diamond facing up. The inside of both rings were engraved with the word, “Always.” Their word.

Kate returned the favor, slipping the larger ring onto his much larger finger, and clasping their hands together when it was snuggly set against his warm skin.

Castle beamed at her and both of them turned to look, expectantly, at Gates.

"By the power vested in me," she said, seriously, "by the state of New York, I now pronounce you husband and wife. Mr.Castle, now you may kiss your bride.”

Castle wasted no time in dipping Kate, attaching their lips as she giggled, her arms wrapped around his neck, holding herself up. Their guests were on their feet, immediately, cheering for them as they made it official.

Gates couldn’t help her own grin as she regarded her best detective and her new husband, happier and more affectionate than she’d ever seen them before.

When Castle and Beckett finally came up for air, their smiles nearly split their faces as they turned to look out at their guests.

Castle raised their joined hands and they took a bow, the applause growing, before they started off down the aisle, towards their reception hall.

Nearly an hour later, the DJ (Kate had won that battle) introduced them for their first dance as husband and wife and the happy couple appeared. Kate was wearing a shorter, white summer dress now, but she still had on her veil and her hair was still in the same fashion. Her ribbon had been wrapped twice around the waist of this dress and her shoes were more casual. Castle’s jacket was gone, leaving him in a waist coat and a deep purple shirt. 

They walked, hand in hand, towards the dance floor, and Castle immediately pulled Kate in, molding her body to his as they began to sway, the first chord of their song starting.

'Nothing stays the same,'.”

Castle wrapped his arms around her waist and lowered his head to her chest, whispering in her ear as they danced. Kate smiled against his shoulder, kissing it as she moved with him.

Suddenly, however, the music changed.

”’We’ll meet again. Don’t know where, don’t know when…’”

Kate and Castle paused, pulling away and looking around them, their faces white as sheets.

Then the lights went out.

A high-pitched scream that could belong to nobody but Kate. Castle reached blindly for her, but only felt empty air.

When the lights came back on, she was gone.

HOW DARE YOU!

its-hard-out-here-for-a-sith:

jodiamandis:

no-hope-for-her:

As long as it isn’t a saftey hazard, I don’t see why we can’t have them. And yeah, if the tattoo is inappropriate or if your plugs have something inappropriate on them, then I can see why they would want them covered up it taken out. But if you have blue hair and the store or whatever wont hire you because of that, fuck them. I like your blue hair, I’ll hire you.

This.

One hundred percent support

its-hard-out-here-for-a-sith:

jodiamandis:

no-hope-for-her:

As long as it isn’t a saftey hazard, I don’t see why we can’t have them. And yeah, if the tattoo is inappropriate or if your plugs have something inappropriate on them, then I can see why they would want them covered up it taken out. But if you have blue hair and the store or whatever wont hire you because of that, fuck them. I like your blue hair, I’ll hire you.

This.

One hundred percent support

Anonymous
asks:
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cassbones:

"Alright," Castle called out, "gather round! Family all in the center. Espositos on the left, Ryans on the right, and the Castles in center! All the children up front." He was standing behind the camera, watching as everybody scrambled to get in their spots.

Kate was already in the center, with RJ in front of her, in his adorable little suit, his hair slightly mussed, blue eyes twinkling mischievously. Kate had the twins in her arms, struggling to keep the toddlers still. Alexis attempted to help as much as she could, but she had her own child on her hip, making a fuss of her own. Amy was three already and looked every bit her mother’s daughter, but with her grandfather’s exuberant nature.

Next to her, Lanie was fussing over her son, Christopher’s, hair, It kept sticking out in odd places and she was attempting to keep it neat, which was hard with a fussy baby. 

"Christopher Javier!" she scolded. "You stay still right now." The baby paid her no mind and her husband chuckled.

"It doesn’t work when they’re this young, Chica," Esposito said, trying to keep his son still in his arms. Nia, his eldest, had an arm around his leg and was sucking her thumb as she waited, patient as always.

On the other side of the group, Ryan and his own, rapidly growing, family were struggling to get themselves in order. Jenny had just recently given birth to their fourth child, a boy they named Seamus, and he was the most docile baby they’d ever seen. Too bad all their children couldn’t be that way. Sarah Grace, the eldest, was now seven and while she was a very well-behaved child, her siblings were not. Julie was five and a wild little nightmare who always seemed to have dirt somewhere on her person. Kevin was attempting to wipe it off, but  the little girl was having a hard time staying still. Meanwhile, Sinead, their youngest daughter, had just entered her terrible two’s and was two seconds from tugging off her dress and running around in the nude, like she was wont to do. Jenny hoped her grip on her hand was at least delaying the inevitable until their ‘family photo’ could be snapped.

Finally Ryan let out a cry of relief as he finally got the smudge on Julie’s cheek to disappear. He then had Sarah Grace place her arm around her little sister’s shoulder and picked up Sinead, settling the squirming child on his hip as he placed his arm around his wife’s waist.

"We’re ready!" he exclaimed, nodding to Castle.

"Good. Esposito?" Castle asked, turning to the Hispanic man’s family.

Lanie gave up on Christopher’s hair and nodded. “We’re ready,” Espo announced, handing the baby to his wife, before reaching for his four-year old and lifting her into his arms. Nia’s thumb stay firmly planted in her mouth, but she smiled around it, looking at her ‘Uncle Rick’.

Castle, meanwhile, looked to Kate and seeing her nod, he focused the camera, making sure it got all three sections of their large family before setting the timer.

"Alright," he said, rushing to squeeze in next to Kate and take a baby. "We have ten seconds so get ready!"

Everybody smiled, looking at the camera and Castle took a moment to look around at his little impromptu ‘family’. When he’d been younger, Castle had been an only child and it had been just him and his mother for the longest time. He’d always felt lonely without siblings and moving around didn’t really give him the chance to make those lifelong friends everybody had always talked about, though he was quite popular…with the nerdy crowds, at least. But looking around now, he saw everything he had been waiting for in life. Two brothers and two sisters, a beautiful wife, four healthy children and a whole mess of ‘nieces’ and ‘nephews’ who’d all dubbed him Uncle Rick from a very young age. His own children—besides Alexis—had even started referring to Esposito and Ryan as their uncles and their wives as their aunts.

He couldn’t ask for a better family.

FEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEELS!