concreteangel16

I post what I like.

[aestheticdaydreaming]

This is Suits Studio, a tailoring company specializing in women’s suits. 

We specialize in suits, but we’re not dressing men.

[maneth985]

I’m ALL FOR THIS

[whetstonefires]

the Jedi mobster at the bottom is the best thing

[bunysliper]

Prompted by @thefifthsister: This came up on my FB feed and immediately thought Castle would have an opinion on this. Maybe you can use it for a future fluffy Friday? Thank you for all the fic you write. Your work brightens my day. Have a great weekend/week 😊

So it’s been forever since you sent me this, but I finally wrote it! Thank you so, so much for always being so kind and so supportive. I hope you like this ficlet! 😚😚

In Space…

For the first morning in what seems like forever, the loft isn’t teeming with life when she steps out of her bedroom. There’s no Martha keeping up an endless stream of chatter as she pours her coffee, no Alexis pacing and doing last-minute cramming for an exam, there’s just Rick, standing at the stove with a spatula in one hand and his phone in the other.

“Googling for more completely ridiculous ingredients to add to the s'morelette?” she asks, lips quirking upward when he jumps and puts his phone aside. “Didn’t mean to scare you, sorry.”

Her husband recovers, throwing an easy smile over his shoulder as she rounds the counter to join him. “You’re fine. And that is a wonderful idea, but no.” He leans back to offer his mouth for a kiss. She hums, pressing her lips to his, savoring the sweetness of his coffee on his tongue. They don’t often get mornings like this, where they can be wrapped in one another without interruptions or distractions.

“No, huh?” she asks when they part and he goes back to watching their eggs, resting her chin on his shoulder. “Researching the next hint you’re going to drop about what you want for your birthday?”

“Oh, hah hah,” he says, squirming away from the gentle dig of her chin. “No, not this time.”

“Mhmm, what then?” Her arms slide under his, wrapping around his chest. His heart thumps under her palm, steady and calm. “My birthday? Oh, maybe our anniversary? The first one, I mean. That’s coming up soon.”

His hand covers hers, brushing his thumb over her wedding ring and squeezing her knuckles gently. “Not any of those, either. But I love that you still consider that the first anniversary we have, Beckett.”

She drops a kiss to his neck, pressing her smile to his skin. “Like you don’t.”

Rick scoffs. “The day you crashed my book party and turned my life into something wonderful? Would I consider any other day an anniversary?”

Nuzzling him, she hums. “You might. After all, there is our actual wedding day. And then there’s the day I showed up at your door and threw myself at you. That might count. Then there’s the day we went to the Hamptons for the first time, the day you proposed the first time, the day we decided to move up the wedding,” she trails off when he laughs and concedes the point.

His head drops back to bump hers. “I cannot dispute any of that. But no, I wasn’t researching spectacular anniversary surprises – this time, anyway. I was reading an article about one of the lesser thought-about issues with going to Mars.”

“Oh?” she asks. “Not the cabin fever? Or the peeing into a tube? Or the tiny living space with almost half a dozen other people?”

Rick laughs, dropping his hand from hers to pick up his phone. “Here, you can read it for yourself while I finish up breakfast.”

Kate hums, taking the phone from him and backing up to give him room to work. She swipes her thumb over the screen, deftly unlocking the phone and scrolling to the top of the article he’d been reading.

Her eyebrow jumps. “Really, Castle?”

“I thought the headline was interesting.”

“Populating a Mars Base Will Be Dangerously Unsexy? You making plans I need to know about?” she asks after she reads a paragraph or two, dragging her teeth over her lip. They’ve been talking about the subject more lately – if they want to have kids (more kids, in Rick’s case), if they should given everything that’s happening in their lives right now, if there’s a timeframe they should settle on to make a decision one way or another – but this certainly takes it to a new level.

Castle laughs, shaking his head. “No plans of any kind that don’t involve you.”

She smirks, reeling him in and tugging him down to steal a kiss. “Well, that’s good. Though, if getting pregnant on Mars will be as dangerously unsexy as this article suggests, maybe it’s not the worst thing in the world that neither of us got picked for the first missions.”

His lips lift against hers. “Yeah? You think so?”

“Mhmm. I just figure if we’re going to go to all that trouble to have a baby, we should at least enjoy the process, don’t you think? And if we have to do it here on Earth, I guess that’s okay, too.”

“Absolutely,” he agrees, slipping a hand into her hair and cradling the back of her head. “There’ll be ambiance, romance, the works. It’ll be beyond sexy. Dangerously sexy, even.”

Kate grins, lifting her chin half in challenge, half in anticipation. “It better be.”

“It will be. It’ll be far sexier than sex in zero g – although that could be fun, too. We really should look into doing that at some point; space tourism will be taking off any day, I can feel it.”

She laughs, tilting her head. “Uh huh.”

“Just say the word, Beckett,” he says, his voice light but not flippant. In fact, she knows he’s completely serious. “Whenever you want to go to all that trouble, just say the word.”

“Okay.” She brushes her fingertips down his cheek, pecking his lips. She looks up at him from under her lashes, hoping he understands what she’s saying and what she’s not. “In the meantime, though, how ‘bout some breakfast?”

Her husband grins and drops a few slices of bread into the toaster, pressing the lever with a dramatic, Martha Rodgers-style flourish. “On it. And it’s not even freeze-dried or in a bag.”

She slips out of his embrace, ducking around him to grab plates from the cabinet and hand them over to him. They move in sync, the dance easy and well-choreographed by now, and she’s able to put the butter, silverware, and napkins on the table and take the plates back just after the toast pops up and their omelets (regular omelets, thankfully) come off the stove. She finishes setting their places, grinning over her shoulder. “Lucky us.”

Castle wiggles his eyebrows, moving to the coffeemaker and refilling his mug, making quick work of preparing hers as well. He brings them over to the table, making sure to place hers directly into her hands. “I say that every day, Kate. Every single day.”

[twentysixtwoandbeyond-deactivat]

[bunysliper]

“What do you think, Little Flower?” Her daughter steps onto the stool at the sink and looks up, her whole body tilting backward at one point. “I lub it,” Lily concludes finally, turning her sweet grin to Kate. “Whassit say?” Stifling a chuckle, Kate reads each statement, punctuating every one with a kiss to her daughter’s face. “I want you to remember them, okay? When you feel sad.” Lily nods seriously, hugging Kate’s waist. “Kay.” Kate squeezes her back, exhaling into her kid’s hair. She’d come home from work two nights ago to a flustered husband and an anguished child because of something another toddler in preschool - preschool! - had said to Lil. This isn’t the perfect solution, she knows, but the board has a lot more use here than sitting in Rick’s office with his silly words on it. “Good,” she kisses Lily’s hair again. “Now come on, let’s go eat some ice cream.”

[bunysliper]

Need

A Caskett AU Ficlet

—– 

“You sure you don’t want to come with me?” his - now former - date asks, her smile a muzzy attempt at seductive. Just as it had been all night.

Rick shakes his head, gently peeling her hand from the back of his thigh. She’d been basically plastered from the moment he walked into the bar to meet her - liquid courage, she’d said - and it had only gotten worse in the hour they’d spent together.

“It was lovely to meet you, Lisa. Ernie will make sure you get home safe.”

He closes the door carefully, lest he catch her hair (or her face) in the process, moving to the other side of the car and giving his driver an extra-large tip in advance. The man is doing him a favor by driving this random drunk woman home, it’s the least he can do.

“Thanks for taking care of her, Ernie.”

“You got it, Mr. Castle.”

He nods, exhaling in relief when the town car pulls away from the curb. God, that was awful; he’s never letting his mother set him up with anyone again, especially not ‘an absolute doll she met in line at a casting call.’ He’s doing just fine on his own, thanks.

In fact, he’s certain he’ll be able to do better just by going back inside. At the very least, he’ll have a nicer time than he had been fending off Lisa’s clumsy, groping hands.

The atmosphere in the bar has already changed by the time he gets back inside. The crowd has grown, the music has a harder beat, even the regular lights have been dimmed to give the place a moodier look. Glasses clink and chatter fills the room. Yes, his evening is looking up, even if it’s just for the people watching potential.

“There you are!”

Rick turns at the touch to his arm, finding a stranger – an incredibly attractive stranger – at the other end. Her hair falls past her shoulders, dark and wavy, but he finds himself entranced by the glean in her eye, the curve of her lips.

“Um, hi?” he asks, stepping closer anyway. He’s intrigued, he just hopes it won’t end badly for him.

“See that guy at the bar? Right hand side, my right, looks like a greasy weasel in jeans?” she asks, and he assumes this is the start of an explanation. He lets his eyes flick in the direction of the bar before returning to hers, only to find himself transfixed; she has gorgeous eyes.

“Uh huh.”

“He’s pretty much a greasy weasel in jeans. So, pretend you know me?”

“I-yeah, sure. Sure,” he agrees.

She beams, reaching up and framing his face with her hands. He comes willingly – oh, so willingly – when she tugs him down and brushes her nose over his.

“Kay, thanks,” she breathes against his mouth. Her lips touch his in a quick kiss, an invitation he accepts, winding his arm around her waist and sealing his mouth to hers.

His mystery woman gasps, pressing deeper into the kiss, sipping from his mouth like he’s the drink she no doubt was waiting to order at the bar. He feels his own groan rumble in his chest; this, god, this is what he’d been missing all night long. This passion, this spark. This sense of need.

Their breath comes in short pants when the kiss slows and ends, but she doesn’t move far from him and he doesn’t let her go.

“I – wow,” he says, resting his forehead on hers. The guy she’d pointed out before has disappeared, evidently convinced by their display.

“Wow is right, jeez.” And then she laughs, stroking her thumb over his cheek. “Well, that was some greeting, lover.”

He chuckles. “Best I could do when I don’t even know your name. I’m Rick, and he’s gone. Just… by the way.”

Nodding, she licks her lips, lowering her hands from his face to find his. “It’s Kate. Now come on, I’ll buy you a drink.”

[her-pegship]

The original panel is not mine (creator unknown). Photos 2015-2019 added by moi.

[programmerhumour]

Memories :)

[viri-idiana]

“We’re gonna be ok”

You are where you belong boy,

     With the stars.

[the-real-numbers-deactivated202]

Mobius strip pride flag

[the-real-numbers-deactivated202]

For people who can’t seem to figure out their orientation :p

[ms-demeanor]

Can people who can’t figure out their gender use it too?

[the-real-numbers-deactivated202]

Non-orientable surfaces are GNC culture

[vacuously-true]

@the-real-numbers I did what I wanted with it.

[argumate]

coming out of the klein bottle

[vacuously-true]

Don’t say that! I spent weeks on a 112 frame gif response to a shitpost! Don’t give me the uncontrollable urge to make queer kleinbottle art!

[languiddragon]

[vacuously-true]

Heckin’ FINE

Are you happy you little mathblr gremlins?

[argumate]

gender fractals!

[kathrynchristie]

Whitney Houston “Higher Love” remix by Kygo.

[badjokesbyjeff]

If your phone auto corrects “fuck” to “duck,” it’s okay to keep it

It’s still fowl language

[coraclavia]

I am not SAYING my thoughts are unladylike I am just pointing out that he has handcuffs now, and I would let him use them

[bunysliper]

Same though. Same.

[bravevulnerability]

Permanent Reverie

“You’re a really good father,” she mumbles, words he already knows, has heard countless times from her before. But after watching him work so persistently with their son, whispering endless encouragements into his ear, and picking him up each time he falls, she can’t help speaking the truth again. “Just in case I hadn’t said that today.”

One shot inspired by these photos. 

Rated T

[o6eiyrskb4hg7rix8hih-deactivate]

what the fuck is bandersnatch. what the fuck is bird box. i am watching fantastic four rise of the silver surfer

[gdi-fridays]

Birdbox Bandersnatch is that one actor from sherlock

[castleficpromoter]

Master List for the Castle Pornado 2018 (November 16-18)

FFnet

Park And Ride by @acertainzest

Strangers by Garrae

Chapter 4 of Happy Now by @skygirl5

Hindsight by @i-prefer-west-side

The Naked Truth by @takeiteasykate

The Beginning of The End by @lololova

Debriefing by @lordofkavaka

Red Red Wine by @katebeckettswift

Healthy Competition by @zkalways

Tumblr Posts

By @acertainzest: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14

By @bunysliper: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19, 20, 21, 22, 23, 24, 25, 26, 27

By @continue-to-be-amazing: 1, 2

By @katebeckettswift: Surprise, The Great Outdoors, 1, 2, 3, 4

By @i-prefer-west-side: 1, 2, 3, 4

By @lordofkavaka: Talented Tongue, 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12

By @skygirl5: Launch Party Interlude

[an-erotic-gentleman]

Heeled.

[bravevulnerability]

anything for caskett's anniversary on the 10th? pls?

A/N: Actually…

-

She’s sitting on the kitchen counter, watching the clock on the stovetop, steadfastly trying not to glance at the stupid spot on the floor that still grips her attention a little too easily. It’s been months since she and her husband nearly died on the floor just below her feet and it’s taken a lot of time, even more therapy, to even exist within the loft without memories of that fateful day flaring up.

They considered moving, browsed some gorgeous apartments and beautiful brownstones all across the city, but nothing felt right. Nothing felt quite like home. There are more good moments than bad that exist within the loft, memories that matter more than the one that consumes the kitchen.

LokSat took too much from them last year; it wasn’t taking their home too.

Her bullet wounds are healed but pained with the chill that’s seeped into the city and continues to grow colder. She wishes Castle were here; she’s become dependent on the drape of his hands, the press of his warm skin against hers, always soothing her wounds and quieting their nagging ache.

But Alexis’s nonprofit has an weekend important event across the country and his daughter wanted them both to come. The plan was to just spend their anniversary in California - attend the conference in support of Alexis and then drive along the west coast the following week. Castle sat down and planned it all out as soon as she mentioned the idea, excitement blooming in his eyes like wildfire as he researched all the best stops and places to stay. He made the trip sound like an adventure, something magical and enticing, and she caught herself catching his eagerness like a cold.

Instead, she caught a virus.

The night before their flight, she came down with something that twisted up her stomach, sent all of its contents up her throat on an hourly basis. Combined with the throb and sting of the bullet wounds littered across her body, she could barely leave the bed on the morning they were supposed to fly out.

But she didn’t want Castle to miss the opportunity to support Alexis, urging him on with a sigh of apology and promise to Skype as soon as he lands. 

That was Thursday morning and she’s been talking with him consistently since, receiving updates over the last forty-eight hours and learning all about Alexis’s side project of a nonprofit that aids wrongfully incarcerated inmates, a cause Kate thinks her mother would have been proud to support. But now, sitting alone on a Saturday night, counting down the minutes to a video chat, and feeling a little better… she just wants her family around. Just wants her husband here on their anniversary.

Her phone dings beside her and she glances to see the text message from Castle, her brow furrowing as she reads the words on the screen.

Gonna be a little late. See you soon.

Kate lets out a huff and drops her head back against the cabinets.

Their last anniversary kinda sucked, thanks to her. She was really hoping to make up for that, make this one better, but he’s miles away and won’t be back until tomorrow afternoon. It’s silly, just another day on the calendar, but she just… she wanted it to be special, wanted to show him how much she appreciates him, loves him. Especially after everything they’ve been through in this past year alone.

Kate folds her hands over her stomach, closes her eyes. She’s sure the discovered cause of her ‘virus’ will make it pretty special too.

She took a pregnancy test last night, scheduled an appointment with her OBGYN this morning. She has no idea how far along she is, but it’s just another reason she’s not thrilled about being alone. The last thing she needs is the chance to panic over this pregnancy. 

God, are they really ready to be parents? Is she? Will she even be able to-

The turn of a key in the front door, the disengaging of locks, has her spine stiffening, her hands jerking for the holster on her hip that isn’t there. But she can hear the roll of a suitcase, the shuffle of footsteps, the sound of a familiar voice. And then Castle is poking his head around the wall of the foyer, his lips splitting into a smile once he spots her.

“Happy anniversary,” he grins, striding into the room.

“Castle.” She can’t help returning his smile, feeling the flip of her stomach and flutter in her heart, the joy contagious and spreading through her insides. “What are you doing back this early?”

He doesn’t hesitate as he enters the kitchen, something he’s had to work on even more than she has, coming straight for her. Kate hooks her arms around his neck the second he’s close enough, legs around his waist, and lets him lift her into the embrace of his body, the waiting welcome of his mouth.

He’s cold, the November air wet and frigid and clinging to him, but it only makes her want to curl around him even more, warm him with the drape of her body and the hot stroke of her tongue inside the cool cavern of his mouth. 

“Alexis doesn’t need me for the rest,” he mumbles against her lips, splaying his hands along the length of her spine. “And I needed you. Needed to be here. Especially today.”

She sighs, almost wants to call him out for being a sentimental sap, but she won’t. It’d be too hypocritical.

“Thank you,” she whispers instead, nuzzling her nose against his cheek, dusting her lips to his jaw.

“You okay?” he murmurs, lifting a hand from her back to run through her hair, resting it at the nape of her neck. “Feeling better?”

“Yeah, just missed you,” she admits, may as well. “Didn’t prepare for our anniversary like I would have if I’d known you were coming, though.”

He meets her eyes with the corner of his mouth twitching, his hands skating down her spine to cup her ass. “Oh?”

She scoffs, drops her forehead against his. The nerves in her stomach dissipate, the tug of her scars falling still, the longing in her chest calmed. He puts her heart at ease, welcomes it home. 

“I meant we could have planned dinner, gone out, something,” she supplies, curling her fingers in the baby fine hairs at the base of his skull. “Would’ve ordered Remy’s, bought you some flowers.”

He chuckles, tilts his chin to nip at her jaw. “Already got us Remy’s.” His head nods towards the foyer, where she’s sure the food rests with his suitcase. “And flowers. I even got you a balloon again.”

She pinches at his ear for the tease in his words, soothing the soft flesh with the caress of her thumb seconds later. 

“But I just need this,” he murmurs, skimming his fingertips along the waistband of her leggings. “You.”

She kisses him deep, tending to the surface of his mouth with the thorough seal of her own, flirting swipes of her tongue and grazes of her teeth, until he parts his lips, pulls her in tighter against his chest. 

“Kate,” he breathes, his heartbeat a wonderful throb that races to meet his ribs, collide with hers.

“Happy anniversary, Castle,” she echoes, cinching her legs around his waist, dragging her hips in a little tighter against his, and smiling into the hum of his moan. They’ll have the entire night to talk, to discuss all the potential changes their future entails, but for right now, she just wants to celebrate her third wedding anniversary with her husband. “Thanks for coming home.”

Castle takes a step forward, testing his balance and slipping his heated hands beneath the sweatshirt she stole from his side of the closet, the press of his wedding ring branding her skin. She buries her face in his hair as his lips drop to her neck, a trail of kisses descending to her collarbone as he starts for their bedroom. 

“Wherever you are, Kate.” He hugs her body tighter. “Always coming home to you.”

[fayeyong]

A little homage to my favourite fictional Power Couple: Eve Dallas and Roarke from JD Robb’s In Death series.

I feel that Robb has done a brilliant job at creating very real, well rounded characters who are also likeable, alongside a very nice and solid plot. Both of which are pretty darned rare in the romance/ “laydeez fiction” circles these days, which is often just text porn with no plot and vapid cardboard cutout characters, more often than not. So kudos to Robb and may she keep writing darned good books for a long long time.

Available as a print HERE