the sunlight is always gonna take love away
graphic design major ~ castle/stana katic enthusiast ~ sci-fi nerd
letthewordsfallout replied to your photo “At a wedding on a Monday. Everything was divisible by 7 or something.”
oh man! 7/28/14 good call newlyweds!
And the sum of that is divisible by 7. Oh and guests were to arrive at 2:00pm aka 1400 hours. ;)
they met while they were both math tutors.
It’s finally acceptable to ship cities.
Thank you all for the condolences and virtual hugs. Spencer was the first dog I’ve ever had and no dog will ever come close to being as great as him. aaaand now I’m crying again.
I was actually afraid of dogs before we got him but my brother really wanted one and when we went to visit Spencer, even as a puppy, he was so calm and gentle and loving. My family was all, “Well if Kelsey likes him then we have to get him.”
I’m really going to miss him.
(Oh I like this…)
He’d stood in there in the ice and cold and cutting wind, tall and bald and black, eyes pinning her down. Marshal Ray Montgomery, his voice still warm, still paternal, still unyielding.
He’d asked her if she wanted to die here, or in a Jaeger, and that had been that.
And now she was back in a Shatterdome, the first time in years. The place was a hive of activity, from running repairs to active Jaegers to the logistical and scientific machinery that kept the program active. Her hazel green eyes flickered over the vast bays, taking it all in. The tall, stocky form of Cherno Alpha. The lithe lethality of Striker Eureka. The familiar lines of Green Tango, Ryan and Esposito’s Jaeger, the one she’d fought beside for years.
And then there, at the end, in it’s own bay, still being rebuilt….Bravo Justice. A hive of work crews clamber all over it, but there’s obviously one man in charge of things, standing at the feet, answering questions and directing traffic. She strides towards but before she can call out, he must sense her approach because he swivels to her.
Bright blue eyes under a deliciously devilish cowlick of brown hair meet her own, electricity crackling in the air between.
"Are you Kate Beckett? I’m Rick Castle, in charge of the Bravo Justice's repairs and upgrades.”
"Call me Beckett."
She can almost feel the heat emanating off his body, his too-tall body when she stands next to him. Oh shit, no. Please, no.
"If I forget, you can spank me." Blue eyes twinkle, and she fights to suppress a grin and tries to dredge up annoyance as a reaction, not attraction.
Let him not be the one…
So of course, they do drift-compatibility trials the next day (right after Becket and Mori, and the crews are already cracking jokes about Becket and Beckett, back from their exiles to revive their previously-dead Jaegers. It’d be unbelievable, if it wasn’t true), and he’s watching with hungry eyes as she dumps candidate after candidate on their ass. Till she’s tired of him watching, and throws him a staff.
It’s like sparring with a mirror image. Or a taller, heavier, incredibly handsome and masculine mirror image.
Of course he’s drift-compatible with her. Just her goddamn luck.
This needs to be a thing. a proper, fleshed out, multi-chapter, thing.
"text me when you get home so i know you’re safe" kinda people are the people i wanna be around